#nihlus x shepard

[prothos]

My shakarian heart is screaming at me bc I desire shepard x nihlus fic? Send help.

[fiend-streak]

Nihlus <3 2nd SS is bit glitchy but still good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39050145/chapters/114401692 New chapter is ready btw! I have hard time deciding who I like more mmm. And no, no 3some.

[queen-art0]

nihlus is so handsome that he deserves his fanart too! <3

[fiendsandfangs]

The 2024 Fiends & Fangs Fanwork Exchange blessed us with a trove of monster fanworks. Here's an artwork we think you'll love. 💕

Out of Line

by @vidra-comprehends ※ Ao3: Vidra_on_the_Rocks

Mass Effect ※ Nihlus Kryik/Female Shepard ※ General Audiences

Summary:

Liv Shepard and Nihlus Kryik have a quiet moment before their extraction shuttle arrives.

✨ Check out this work on Ao3! ✨

[lovelywingsart]

Fuck it, quick No-Reapers AU shitpost because I got tired of lining a bigger piece and I wanted to sketch something stupid and didn't really bother making it perfect

Cam and Nihlus share a braincell and Saren is having absolutely none of it (He still loves them tho even though he won't admit it)

Cam was probably reading something and Nih is making fun of them for it, he enjoys teasing them like a shit Also, to whoever decided that Nihlus was essentially a giant brick-shithouse himbo in fanfiction, i love you and Kryterius has also consumed me.

[danypooh80]

The stickers… all the stickers!

Finally up on the Etsy store, and with free US shipping! I am feeling VERY accomplished right now- go me!

Art by @rosebud1773

[squigglysquidd]

It's Fibonacci Day!

According to national holidays, it's officially Fibonacci Day!

We all know the Fibonacci sequence in mathematics and science but that brings to mind another thing.

Of course, I'm going to self-promo my fanfiction titled Fibonacci!!

Fantasy AU Mass Effect: FShakarian (main)

Jana Shepard lost everything when she lost her best friend and husband, Garrus Vakarian, during their assault on the Collector Base. His death took both her strength to fight and will to live, but something strange cause by a prothean obelisk can change that. When she finds herself in a world where men fight with sword and shield against Reapers in terrifying dragon form.

[dispatchwithlove]

I absolutely adore your ideas for turian culture. The shawls, the interesting word choices correlating with Roman/Latin words (like zuccha, amar, saccha). My absolute favorite thing though is the ties they have with the sky and stars. Garrus' curses (empty night, blackest night) especially are some of my favorite little elements in the universe you write for them. Where did you come up with these awesome ideas? I'm just so invested in the culture you created for my favorite space cats!

Hello Anon! Sorry this took so long to answer, I got absolutely giddy when I read it!

Well the whole Latin thing is taken both from canon (they're based on the Roman empire) and fanon. I know others have used Latin words and Roman culture to develop turian culture, and I liked it so I ran with it. A lot of the words I made up are bastardized latin words, lol. Saccha, mela, and zuccarum (zucca for short) are taken from the Latin words for sugar, honey, and ... sugar again, I think, lol. Crulum is taken from cookie. I kind of just look up the latin words for things and throw some letters around until I'm happy with the mouth feel of it. Other words I just plain make up, like lambas, which is a dish Val makes for the family. I want all turian words to sound like a rich, rolling, rumbly language as much as possible. For Avinelin, a Garrus/Nihlus one shot, I wanted the turian language Nihlus teaches Garrus to sound more like Spanish, because I think it's an incredibly sexy language. Basically, I want turians to sound hot I guess! I think a lot of people like to write turians as cold and ultra-militaristic, and go as far as to say they don't show physical affection easily (which is a valid take that I fully support!). But, I like to show the opposite of that -- that yes their culture is regimented and bureaucratic, but there's still warmth within them. Maybe expressing that warmth within them is even more important, considering their strict social guidelines.

I think that's also why I like to explore the importance of celestial themes with them as well. It shows that they once were religious, just like many species, and that shaped their language and how they cope with life. I know others play with curses being star based as well, so I didn't invent that, I just have fun playing with it. I will say that so far my favorite bit of star theme that I've come up with though, is Garrus seeing Jane's freckles as stars in a night sky, and that when he was a boy he'd look up at the night sky for comfort and solace. I don't get gushy over things I write often, but that moment in The Quarian where he makes that connection gets me! And I will absolutely be playing with that as Garrus and Jane reveal their feelings and explore their relationship in The Boy. One day he'll tell Jane that her freckles are like stars and she'll just melt 🥺 (I've already written the scene 😁)

OH, and the shawls...in the sequel to The Boy (working title is The Missing -- I hate my titles btw, but I feel stuck to the theme now, lol) There's going to be a murder based on the Jeffrey McDonald murders (a military doctor accused "hippies" of killing his family) and I wanted turians to have some sort of cultural appearance that xenophobic humans judged, but was based on something loving, so I thought maybe turians wear shawls while they marry, then i daydreamed about Jane wearing a shawl when her and Garrus get married, then when I was writing about a winter turian holiday (Anivia Vocan) I thought it would be cool if turians wear shawls for all important occasions. Boom, turians have special shawls. Okay, I feel like I've blabbered on enough. Bless anyone who read through this all. TLDR is that I have no plan and don't even keep track of the stuff I write. It all just bubbles up while I'm daydreaming about Jane and Garrus and I include what I remember.

Thanks for asking! Hope this was fun to read. If it was, I'm always down to answer any questions about my stories or world building! ❤️

[diaphanouso]

7 Snippets, 7 Mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys @misseffect @dwarrowdams !

Some of y'all have already been tagged but here we gooo: @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @sinelaborenihilsr2 @angry-jager @dulcidyne @westernlarch @jtownnn

A mix of snippets from BG3 and Mass Effect.

1) Reclaim the Night (Halsin/Astarion, very very WIP)

“I'll have you know that I'm quite comfortable with nudity." A sly grin plays across his lips as he reflexively eases into his familiar role. "Especially when the nudity is so pleasing."

Except… it’s no longer quite a role he’s playing, is it? Astarion’s reaction to Halsin had been real, his body, for once, corroborating his words, his wants. 

The druid exhales a chuckle as he laces up his vest. “It is only as nature made me." He pulls his hair back, and while he looks less… wild this way, it’s still quite a nice face.

“Yes, well,” Astarion answers, unsure of what to do with not only that, but the druid’s seemingly genuine response to what would normally be an empty flirtation. But Astarion, always one to land on his feet, recovers and dons a grave, approving expression as he claps his hands. “Splendid work, nature. No notes.”

2) Reclaim the Night

“It’s fortunate that I ran into you,” Halsin says as he moves to his other arm, girding the thick muscle in leather. “I’ve been wanting to thank you—sincerely—for all your help.” He tugs the strap as he did his belt. Then, his eyes bore into Astarion’s with an intensity that stops Astarion’s carousel of libidinous musings.

“It means more than you know,” the druid says, “that strangers, with no reason to help other than we were in dire need of it, risked their lives to not only free me, but ensure safety and peace within the Grove.”

For a few seconds, Astarion simply blinks, taken aback by both the sentiment and the gravity Halsin puts behind it. He quickly collects himself and answers Halsin's gratitude with a scoff and a dismissive wave. 

“Think nothing of it. It’s what anyone would have done.” The lie triggers no moral dissonance, as usual. Until Halsin responds with a skeptical brow that feels personal. Astarion looks away and inspects his nails, the scuffed toes of his traveling boots, the ants in the dirt—anything but the way Halsin sees him.

Halsin kneels and pulls on his sandals. “No, it’s not,” he says. “And there’s something to be said of the hearts of those who do good despite their instincts.”

3) Waiting (Halsin/Tav, also very WIP)

On his hand she places hers, tilting her head with a knowing look. “You're worried about me."

"That I am,” Halsin admits. “Though not for lack of confidence in you."

“It's only a little trip to the hells," she says, stroking the back of hand before placing a soft kiss upon his knuckles. “That's all."

“Come back to me, my heart.”

She smiles up at him, so radiant it almost, almost drives away his fears. “Don't I always, Love? Now, are you going to give me a proper kiss goodbye or save it for my return?"

Though his heart continues its tight, troubled beat, it’s tempered by her spirit; for the moment, his heart aches with affection more than anything else.

"I have every intention of doing both.”

4) One (1) New Message (Shakarian)

“Get your own kills, you sniping bastard.”

Massani’s irritation blasts over the squad’s comms once again as Garrus leaves yet another geth destroyer a crumpled heap of chrome and sizzling, smoking metal.

“Cool it, Massani.” It’s definitely an order, but the smirk in Shepard’s voice is clear as crystal. “Plenty to go around.”

Geth bombers rain down in warbling spins as the squad presses forward. The mercenary scoffs. “Just not very efficient, two of us having a go at one glorified toaster.”

5) Waiting

“… then the doors shut behind us with a SLAM!” Renyx says with a loud clap that makes everyone, even Halsin, jump. Firelight dances in her eyes and shadows play across her face as she leans forward conspiratorially. She holds them all under her spell. “And that’s when the singing starts." 

Astarion pouts. "I always miss the fun ones. Take me with you next time.”

“Come now," Wyll says with a grin. “Like some infernal chorus?" 

Renyx shakes her head. “No, no. All him." 

Easy laughter crackles around the fire. Halsin's laughter is tempered, however, as he studies Renyx. The sight of the light dancing across her skin warms him more than the campfire itself. But despite the crackling energy in her storytelling, the sheer power and charm of her, there's something she's holding back, something hidden in the shadows of her narrative. He hopes to learn what it might be, if ever she might wish to share it.

Karlach waves her mug about, shaking her head. "I shit you not, the bastard sang to us. Sang to us! Of our demise!”

"Whilst delivering said demise, at that,” Gale adds. "Were our mortal souls not in such peril, I might've asked where he got his nerve. Might've even taken pleasure in the tune.”

“Well, someone took pleasure in the tune," Karlach says, casting a sly grin in the gith’s direction. “Pretty certain I caught Lae’zel humming bits of it on the way back.”

Lae’zel, sitting just outside the fire circle, looks up from buffing her armor and cuts her eyes at Karlach. "If I ‘took pleasure’ in the ‘tune’,” she hisses, “it is because my mortal soul was never in peril.”

6) One (1) New Message

Flashes of scarlet along the bridge ahead. Garrus sweeps the length of the bridge with his scope until he finds them. There, near the north end of the bridge—two geth units, each armed with a rocket launcher. One of them dips behind one of the metal panels running along the bridge, the other, Garrus tracks with his scope until it stops.

“Vakarian, at your ten!” Taylor warns.

Garrus swings back to the first unit and his scope comes eye to eye with the launcher’s muzzle, a flaming projectile screaming toward him.

His Viper spits a quick shot, knocking the geth unit backwards and over the railing as Garrus dashes out of the rocket’s path. It collides with the concrete behind where Garrus had been crouched, leaving a smoldering, blackened pit in the wall and scattering offshoots of fiery debris on the ground.

7) Bingo Card (Shep/Nihlus NSFW)

Shepard shrugs. “Yep. Never banged a turian.”

His eyes go wide, mandibles slack in surprise. “Nothing at all?”

“I mean, there was this errant blowjob on a recon mission. But I was under a lot of stress, as you can imagine.” Shepard downs the last of her drink. “Not my best work.”

A flush spreads up Nihlus’ keel. He starts pouring another drink. “So… no do-overs, huh?”

Shepard laughs. “No, my mouth and his cock simply weren’t meant to be. He’s a nice guy, though. We laugh about it now.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“Trust me,” Shepard says, her voice breathy with amusement, “it was bad.” She beams at him. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, though. Good to know you have so much faith in my oral talents.”

“What can I say, I only work with the best.”

The silence settles between them.

[anderwhohn]

@dutyworn asked: "I think I just told Hackett 'no'." / post trilogy @ Nihlus

The war was over…

The reapers were destroyed…

The galaxy was safe - or, at least, not facing total extinction by monsters from the void of dark space…

And now, for just a moment, Nihlus has to wonder if the galaxy is ending again so soon, because he was certain he was going to have to fight Wren about her loyalties to the Alliance for the rest of their lives, and yet…

A curious chirp escapes him as forest green eyes turn away from his console to look at his human, mandibles fluttering in a rare show of surprise and uncertainty as he asks, "Do I even want to know what he was asking of you this time?"

[fiend-streak]

So I wrote 4th chapter, this fanfic might take a lof of time hmmm. Thanks everyone for the support <3 

[silver-turian95]

Mass Effect Series: Light Within Darkness Part 1

[kittynomsdeplume]

Working Out The Kinks

Summary: During a heated sparring match, Shepard invites Garrus and Nihlus up to her cabin for a more private work-out. Rating: Explicit Pairing: f!Shepard/Garrus/Nihlus Word Count: 5274

Preview: “I don't mind the recoil on the M-29 so much, I’d only ever use it at mid-range anyway.” Shepard shrugs as she leads them out of the shuttle bay, wiping the sweat from her flushed face with the end of the towel that hangs around her neck. 

Garrus follows close on her heels, Nihlus traipsing behind them both in a stunned sort of silence. He realises his mouth is hanging open and he closes it with an audible snap, his mandibles flaring with confusion at the mundane nature of the conversation passing between Shepard and Garrus. How can they be so nonchalant after what was just proposed during their bout?

Why is he still following along behind them, dazed and bewildered? Moving as though his legs have a mind of their own.

“What bothers me is the reload. It feels so…” Shepard rapidly rubs her thumb against the pads of her fingers in an unfamiliar gesture, “Sticky?”

“Yeah…” Garrus drawls, his face lighting up with effusive agreement as they file into the elevator. “The Widow is very smooth by comparison.”

Nihlus eyes the control panel, knowing that he has arrived at the critical moment of choice. He could back out of the elevator now, no hard feelings, no change in the dynamic between them, or…

Nihlus presses a talon to the button for Shepard’s cabin.

Shepard is struggling to undo the wraps on her hands and without prompting, Garrus reaches over to help her. 

“Also, I prefer a heftier rifle. I wanna feel the force of it against my shoulder. Rattling in my teeth, y’know?” Shepard adds as Garrus makes quick work of the fastening.

Nihlus watches the easy, casual intimacy between them, wondering how it is that he’d never noticed it before. Never noticed that it was something more than the closeness of old comrades-in-arms. 

“Makes me feel connected. Grounded or something. Is that weird?”

“Nah, I totally get it.” Garrus deftly unwinds the protectives wraps and Shepard bundles them up as they reach her cabin, the doors opening with an ominous hiss.

“Make yourselves at home,” Shepard invites them in. The welcome is for his benefit he believes, given the way Garrus swaggers into her quarter’s like he owns the place. 

Continue reading at AO3

[danypooh80]

All I ever wanted, Ch. 104

Thessia, concluded

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34461097/chapters/121403092

[sol-consort]

Joker x reader Shepard headcanons

[Fluff, ME1, nb!reader]

He has noticed how much you frequent the Normandy bridge despite not having any tasks there

As a commander, your position is in the cushy back with caption Anderson in the com room or in front of the holographic space map.

And yet here you are, standing next to his pilot chair and refusing to take Kaidan's seat next to him.

At first he did think he was in trouble, did the captain send you to spy on him perhaps?

But with time, he started warming up to you, getting less defensive about talking about his past.

You laugh at his jokes, even the awkward bad ones get at least a chuckle or a smile out of you. He wonders is he should go check with the medic on why his heart had been beating faster than normal these days.

Although he does thank the stars for the fact you keep standing behind his chair rather than next to him, with the way your armour hugs your body, he would've crashed the Normandy into a stray astroide or something by now.

It's...lovely, having a friend. He is used to short encounters with people, for them to laugh at his jokes then shake their head and walk away.

But you've stayed with him on the helm, stayed even when the jokes ran out and even when the ache of his legs started souring his mood.

He hates asking for help, hates people looking at him with pity.

But you didn't. You kept a casual air around you as you handed him the painkillers and started chatting about a random topic you wanted his opinions on.

Although, your presence has been getting the helm of the ship more visitors than usual. Ashley dropping by to hand you a cold drink, Kaidan coming around to check on the navigators, a duty he usually ignores.

Tali stopping by to speak her theories and ask Joker for his insight, Liara following along and having their ideas bounce off each other.

Wrex who silently stays by your side, polishing his shotgun and never saying another word. Yet sometimes Joker swears he can hear his deep chuckles at a stray pun he just said to you.

Garrus follows after Wrex with his inquires about your next mission, asking for permission to run inventory and check your weapons.

Joker has never had these many people coming by, even if it's for you, they still talk to him.

He has a friend group, something he never thought he'd have. They invite him for drinks and share the shore team inside jokes with him.

And it's all because of you being patient with him, because of the way you stayed by his side.

Your presence starts to warm his heart, he finds himself involuntarily smiling whenever he hears the sounds of your footsteps approaching him.

Not to mention, you let him gossip about Nihlus with you as much as he wants. Even when you end up reprimanding him for going off about your spectres mentor.

He likes the passing touches you give him, be it ruffling his hair fondly or a reassuring grip on his shoulder.

Your voice is soothing too, time flies by whenever he's listening to you talk as he steers the ship.

It was a gradual build up to the day he eventually made a half-joking remark about how you spend so much time with him, the two of you might as well start dating.

Masking his nervousness with humour as he kept his eyes focused ahead, wondering if the stretched seconds of silence are building up for a rejection he will have to face.

But instead, it's your reassuring grip again. Trailing up his neck from his shoulder and caressing his face.

"I'd really like that" you admit.

[dispatchwithlove]

💜 - Garrus and Nihlus (my new fave Garrus Bisexual Awakening ship)

Well, I'm not sure if it's the length, but tumblr just does not want to let me post what I wrote, so I threw it up on ao3. I hope you still take the time to read it, and thanks for the prompt! August has been tough, the words have been stubborn, but writing these two sexy boys got my fingers typing.

You can read Nihlus and Garrus sharing a kiss here