and shepard's smile

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The scene in which Shepard finds Mordin’s datapad is one of the most painful in the series. It always gives me a sharp jolt of realization that her friends have died to defeat the reapers and so much rides on her shoulders..

The last character(with the tied up hair) is an oc of mine, the man who took Miora in for a while before dying. He gave her a home and taught her to read. A good man, whose backstory I’ve yet to develop.

I don’t mean to always make Miora so sad in every artwork.. but it just happens.. Next one will be a happy one, I swear! 

It’s the middle of the night and both Shepard and Garrus are fast asleep when they hear a crash downstairs, although it doesn’t shock or frighten either of them, no. Not since they adopted their first child - a krogan. If only they had known earlier about the bonus feature that comes with young krogan and their sleeping routine.

“He’s sleep-raging, again. Go get him.” Shepard mutters, unwilling to move or even open her eyes.

“He’s your son, you go get him.” Garrus responds, just as unwilling.

You’re the one that suggested having kids in the first place.”

“And you’re the one that wanted to adopt a krogan of all species.”

“Because I’ve had experience, so you should go.”

Garrus pops an eye open to look at her, “I should go?”

“Oh, screw you, Vakarian.” Shepard groans, turning onto her opposite side so she no longer faced him, only for Garrus to huddle closer to her, his arm reaching around for her hand as he feels out for her wedding ring.

“Now, now, you’re Vakarian too, remember? So, who’s getting–”

“Oh, my God, shut up.” Shepard wails, pushing his hand away.

Garrus gets even closer, a sleepy smirk tugging at his mandibles as he nuzzles his head right into her neck, his mouth at her ear, “You love my voice.”

“Oh, my God, just–!” Shepard throws the blanket off the bed as she gets up, leaving Garrus to either go cold or to get up out of bed himself to retrieve the blanket, making his smirk dissappear. “All is fair in love and war.“

“There is no war.” Garrus sighs as he reluctantly gets out of bed to collect the blanket.

“Well, you married a woman who was already married to her job.” Now Shepard is the one with the evil smirk as she stops to look back at him before disappearing from the room.

Game. Set. [CRASH!] …Draw.

After Kane Shepard punched the Reapers in their ugly faces, she married Garrus and got herself a face tattoo to get her husbando’s facial marks too. 

What if...?   Kaidan in ME2

I finally got around to doing Cora’s loyalty quest last night, and the ridiculous scene with the over-exaggerated biotic bubble just reminded me of the biotic bubble from ME2′s suicide mission.  … Which indirectly made me think of Kaidan in ME2, and then I started daydreaming a bit… 

What if, instead of Kaidan never reconciling with Shepard in ME2, Kaidan actually takes some time to consider what Shepard told him?  It certainly takes him a while to understand things from Shepard’s point of view, but he does eventually come around.  Despite his misgivings about Cerberus, he sees the kind of rag-tag crew Shepard has brought together and sees what they’re trying to accomplish, how Shepard has no intention of bending to Cerberus’ will and is simply using those resources to do what Shepard does best… save the galaxy. 

So tentatively he decides to trust his gut about Shepard, and cautiously re-extends a hand, trying to mend that broken bridge connecting them…  and truly, Shepard is just so relieved beyond belief that Kaidan wants to see the good in them, believes in them still.  Shepard takes that hand gladly, and although he cuts it close, Kaidan manages to join the team just before their fated mission to the Omega 4 Relay.

When the question comes up of who will put their life on the line protecting Shepard and the main squad from the Collectors, Kaidan doesn’t blink.  Miranda challenges the idea, but Kaidan knows his abilities.  He knows his control.  He knows how potent his L2 implant is, despite its dangers to him.  Jack doesn’t question it… they’ve sparred a bit in their down time for her to know he’s the real deal.   He may be quieter than her, more thoughtful, but his power is anything but.  

… and maybe it’s Kaidan’s way of jabbing back at a Cerberus agent.  Just a bit.

When the moment of truth arrives, Kaidan comes through in spades.  His biotic barrier bubble flares brilliantly during their long walk through the Collector Base.  Years of careful control, of training, of preparation.  Though his concentration wavers and his body strains as they near the last doorway, he surges and soldiers on, the fire within him to not fail Shepard again too strong to flicker out.  Never again.  As they reach the doorway safely, Kaidan, for the first time in a very… very long time, lets himself cut loose, and he releases his biotics at the Collectors.  The raw, electric blue wave screams out, obliterating the enemies behind them, and the squad shuts the large doors.

Kaidan, almost completely spent, feels dizzy for a moment and starts to slip… but Shepard shoulders him gently, keeps him upright.

“I got you,” Shepard says softly.

Kaidan smiles tiredly.

I know.

vorchagirl  asked:

Kiss prompts #17 for shenko? (PS. you're amazing and I adore your writing! ♡)

This one took me forever! I’m still not sure about this one, but it’s late so *tosses fic onto the internet and runs away*


17. height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes

Most days Avory is built of metal. Her skin a construct of stainless steel, impenetrable walls enveloping a skeleton forged in fire. Stubborn will surrounds her like concrete, roots her to the ground. Even in the fiercest of storms, she is unyielding. Even without armor, she is bulletproof. She prides herself on it, being unbreakable, draws strength from it. When all else fails, when everyone else falls, she remains. Yet even the strongest metals can be melted, even the hardest patches of concrete eroded.

Kaidan works on her like water on rock, an ever present force so gentle, so patient she hardly notices as her edges soften. Every look, every touch, laps away at her resolve. Every time her name tumbles from his lips, a raspy greeting on deck, a prayer whispered in the middle of the night, her foundation cracks. With each embrace, she crumbles. With each kiss, she prepares to fall.

But there is no falling. Kaidan keeps his hand pressed firm against the small of her back, holds her against him, because although she has her arms wrapped around his neck, too much space remains between them and she alone cannot fill the gaps while standing on her tip-toes. She relies on him completely to hold her up, to keep her balance, to prevent her from falling.

Her need for him has far surpassed physical desire, she depends on him now, and it pains her to know his support has become an essential part of her infrastructure. Somewhere a voice taunts, when did you become so weak? It warns, only a matter of time. It mocks, you couldn’t possibly think

Kaidan slips a hand between them, his finger hooks beneath her chin and lifts her face to his. She blinks up at him, just barely able to catch a glimpse of deep amber eyes, filled with warmth, with compassion before he captures her in a kiss. His lips are hot against hers, his kiss so tender, so deep she can feel herself rapidly being pulled away by the tide. He never pushes for more, only invites, and Avory accepts every time.

In his arms, time slows. When all she can feel is the warmth of his body against hers, the scratch of his battle-worn hands on her bare skin, soothing and rough and tickling all at the same time, the voice disappears, the doubt washes away. Everything is quieter, simpler, easier when she is wrapped up in him.

For as long as he holds her, it’s as if she’s in the eye of the storm, all calm and quiet though she knows the galaxy continues to spin around them. Avory knows there’s a chance that one day he may let her fall, leave her to weather the hurricane alone. She knows that very storm could tear him from her at any moment, leave her walls riddled with holes and her foundation broken. But for now, he has her. And for now, she has him. For now, she can hang on.

Kaidan’s never given much thought to how his first kiss with Shepard would be. He thought about it occasionally in the SR-1 days, but always cut himself off. Sometimes his mind would wander in downtime, or he’d wake up from dreams with a thin layer of sweat across his body, but he always figured that when it finally happened, it’d be the right moment and everything would fall into place just perfectly.

Part of him hoped it would happen at Apollo’s, with the entire Presidium before them. He spent weeks agonizing over how to ask Shepard what had been on his mind, running game plans and strategies in his head like battlefield tactics. Plans didn’t matter once he heard Shepard say they wanted to be with him too, to feel their hand press against his cheek, and cradled in his during the duration of their lunch. Being with Shepard feels easy as breathing.

Shepard teased about rushing back to the Normandy, but Kaidan’s happy they waited and took their time. When they finally reach Shepard’s cabin, Kaidan doesn’t know what’s in store. He thinks that alone time in any capacity would be nice, but he isn’t against getting to know Shepard’s body better. The doors close and Shepard takes a moment to themselves. Shepard usually seems so composed, like their actions are so thought out or perfectly improvised and nothing in between. To see them this vulnerable feels completely unusual.

Kaidan reaches out and wraps his arms around Shepard’s waist. His thumbs brush against the curve of Shepard’s hips and he pulls them closer.

“I…” Shepard begins. “I don’t know.”

Kaidan presses their foreheads together and smiles. He shuts his eyes and imagines Shepard’s expression. Slightly nervous, but just as strong and beautiful as before. Full lips and fierce eyes. He sees it perfectly.

“It’s okay.”

Shepard moves closer and decides the best way to fix the nerves is with a kiss. Lips press together and Kaidan closes the gaps between their bodies. It’s soft at first, just enough to set Kaidan’s hair on end. Shepard shifts and eases Kaidan against the fish tank. A chill runs up his back, and so do Shepard’s hands. Shepard kisses him harder and lets out a soft moan against his mouth. He sighs and holds Shepard tighter. Nails rake through Kaidan’s hair and hips press together. Heat spreads all over his body and after a moment, the sensation settles to something completely at ease.

Happiness, he thinks.

Shepard pulls away and keeps their eyes closed. Each of them takes a few deep breaths, before going in for a few more soft kisses. Shepard swallows and smiles, something childlike and innocent. Maybe Shepard’s at ease and happy too.

Shepard lets out a soft laugh. “I can’t believe it took me this long to kiss you.”

Kaidan smiles back. “The good news is: you don’t have to stop any time soon.”

Charles Shepard had hit his breaking point. He had failed three assignments that week, earned detentions for the next two Saturdays and his switchblade was confiscated. Tim hadn’t spoken to him in a week and Angela was always at a friend’s house. This wasn’t abnormal but the second oldest Shepard thrived off attention and validation, even though he rarely got it. He just wanted to be reminded that he mattered.  

His brother and sister were watching something on tv when Curly dragged himself into the house. He didn’t mean to, but the door slammed behind him as he walked through the small house. Something in his mind clicked and he was like a loaded gun, just waiting to go off. He threw his backpack on the ground, somewhat near his bedroom door and he went into the kitchen to get something to eat. Food, he thought. Food is good. Carbohydrates always calmed him down so he wouldn’t explode on his siblings. They didn’t feel things they way he did, if they felt anything at all.

He fumbled to make himself a sandwich, making a mess of mayonnaise and bread crumbs on the kitchen corner. He tried wiping it away with the corner of his black t-shirt but it only smeared more. “Goddamn it!” He shouted as he threw his sandwich into the sink. “Fuck!” He hoped it would relieve some stress but it only made him angrier.

“Curly, what’s wrong?” Angela’s sweet voice was coming from the other room, concerned and a little scared. She’d seen girls fight and boys nearly kill each other but her brother’s episodes always threw her off guard. She didn’t know what to do or how to help but she knew she wanted to do something.

“Leave me alone.” His words were like venom as he shoved the clean dishes into the cupboards. The bigger the mess, the more chaotic it was in Curly’s mind. He couldn’t think clearly, as if his brain was burning all the information stored inside.

“Curly,” Angela was speaking softly as she tried approaching her brother. “What’s going on?”

“I said leave me alone!” He screamed and threw a pan down on the ground.

Dallas Winston and Two-Bit Mathews were walking up to the Shepard porch when they heard some things crash inside. Dallas had pissed off one of the Brumly Boys and needed some help. Even though Dallas deserved the ass kicking, he was going to ask for some back up from Tim and Curly. “Maybe we should come back,” Two-Bit cracked a smile. The Shepards were fighting, how usual.

“Nah, I need ‘em. Butch will kill me if I don’t have any backup.” Dallas went ahead and knocked on the door. There was an exasperated snappy comment made by the youngest son as Tim opened the door.

“What do you want?” Tim was frustrated with Curly’s outburst and didn’t have time for Dally’s shit.

“The fuck he’s doing here? Is he more important than your own fucking brother?” Curly yelled and Tim turned his head to say something in Albanian. Two just figured he told him to shut up because Curly exploded again.

Dallas changed his mind. “Can I speak to the kid?”

“Why?” Tim gave him a look.

“Just let me talk to him.” Dallas and Tim were both tired from the fight the night before, but they were friends and friends help each other out.

Curly walked out onto the porch and Dallas and him started walking. “What do you want?”

Dallas motioned for Two-Bit to ask Tim for help, even in the midst of the chaos. “We’re going to Buck’s.”

“Why?”

“Why why why. What are you, a toddler?” Dallas snapped. They walked in silence along the road, kicking pebbles out of the way. When they got to the old bar, they walked around to the back.

“What are we doing?” Curly asked and Dallas shoved the recycling bin into his hands.

“Carry this.”

“Why?”

“Fucking toddler.” Dallas muttered but Curly shut his mouth. He followed Dallas down the nearby alley. “Take an empty beer bottle. Chuck it. Get your anger out.”

“You’re serious?” Curly looked at, skeptical. Dallas nodded. Curly picked up a bottle, studied it as he gripped it tightly in his hand and with all his strength, slung it at the brick wall. “That felt good,” he smiled at Dallas.

Dallas smiled back, “Damn right, it did. Throw another.” So Curly did. And then he threw another, and another. Dallas joined in on the fun and the two got out all their pent up anger and frustrations on the beer bottles. Glasses littered the ground and the two watched their steps as they left but made no attempt to clean up their mess.

“What was that for?” Curly asked. “Why’d you help me?”

Dallas looked at Curly in the eyes and sighed, hanging his head. He was already being vulnerable by helping Curly with his own coping methods. But how much was too much? “In New York,” Dallas couldn’t believe he was admitting it, but he couldn’t stop himself. “My best friend had a girlfriend who cared for us two like.. I dunno how to describe it. Anyway, she used to come up with different things for me and Rusty-James to help out our anger issues. This was one of them. Real effective, huh?”

“Yeah,” Curly nodded. “But..why?”

“I know what it’s like to feel so violently in a family where everyone is emotionless.” It was all Dallas said while they returned Buck’s recycling bin and walked back to the Shepard house. Dallas waved goodbye to his friends and went back to Buck’s. He grabbed a beer and a bottle of vodka and slumped down on the couch in front of the tv. He turned it on to his favorite channel and tried drinking the memories away, repressing them far into his mind. The vodka burned his throat but Dallas ignored it; anything to get the pain away.

Blue

Red had always been her favorite color, even before joining the gang.

She had thought it stupid, to place so much significance on a color, but that didn’t stop her from wearing some shade of red every day. Cloaked in shades of crimson, she had felt invincible. Bold, assertive, dangerous, it was her color. She was red.

For a long time, she was red. And then, after Nick, after the Reds, she was muted.

She hadn’t given much thought to finding a new favorite color until Kaidan.

She first noticed her love of blue creep in back on the SR1. The electric blue of biotics, eezo that saved her life in more ways than one. Navy Alliance blue that offered more stability than she had ever known. Royal blue flecks of energy within amber eyes, a mixture of fire and ice that she had been unable to resist.

Blue suited him; sensitive, loyal, wise. He was blue.

Where she was all fire and rage, engulfing everything that crossed her path, he was balance and sincerity, a pool of serenity lapping against shores of lava.

So much had changed over the last few years, but that much remained true.

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anonymous asked:

If you're taking suggestions with for the character/number thing: Shakarian with either 65. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” or 27. "I'm pregnant", please. Love your writing!

Okay I’m fundamentally *against* Shepard and Garrus having kids, so #65 it is!

send me a Number.

“You got some looks. So did I, though the ones directed at me said, ‘How did a Turian like that get a girl like her?’ Hell if I know.” His mandibles quivered in what she had come to see as a self-depreciating grin, Jane hated seeing him like that, hated seeing that particular smile on his face if only for the fact he was putting himself down.

“I know what you mean,” she sighed, holding on  to him, standing on her tip toes to leave a noisy kiss on his scarred mandible, “one of the Hierarchy’s finest with the Council’s crazy Spectre.” She laughed without an ounce of humour, settling against his covered shoulder.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” his voice rumbled, an annoyed undertone in his subvocals as he looked down at her, hand coming to rest on her hip, rubbing gentle circles.

“I know what you meant, Garrus,” she said, turning to him and taking hold of his face, framing his mandibles with her palms, “and you know I disagree entirely with it,” she reached to him on her tip toes again, stupid taller boyfriends, and kissing the tips of his mandibles, to his amusement if the laughing purr was any indication.

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The Gypsy’s Curse Part 1


Another RP between @agmsye and I.

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Connor huffed as he made his way from the club to his car. It was a bad night at the club. Some gypsy guy was following him around and flirting with him when Connor was not interested. Connor was more looking to hook up with one of the hunkier guys he saw at the club. Finally Connor had enough and made a little bit of a scene when telling the gypsy to fuck off. Now the gypsy wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t muscular or athletic looking at all. Though he had to chuckle to himself about how he was cursed to “always see what he desired, but could not have it.” He chuckled to himself as he looked for his car.

The guy from the parking Service came up to him, wanting to help the Young man. He wasn’t exactly handsome or built, just some skinny pimple faced dork, probably wanting to get some Money. But as he came Close to Connor something happened. There was a bright flash and the dorky guy was gone. In his stead stood a prime example of a man. What seemed like seriously beefy muscles strained the tight t-shirt he was wearing, his bulging biceps threatening to burst out of the sleeves.

Connor’s jaw dropped. He stared at the new hunk before him. The park service’s guy smiled cockily, “Can I help you?” Connor simply shook his head no and the hunk shrugged his shoulders, heading towards the club. He was both horrified and incredibly turned on by what he saw. He hurried to his car, worried he had been given drugs or something.

He sped down the Highway to hs high way and seemingly exceeded the Speed Limit, because it wasn’t Long until he was stopped by a Police car. A policeman climbed out of the car and swaggered over to the waiting Connor. His breathing was heavy when he reached the car, his severe amount of extra fat having slowed him down. Connor winded down the window and another Flash let the slobby policeman disappear. In his stead stood now a black behemoth, leaning down into the car window.

The cop, Officer Burnman, stood at Connor’s window, his bulging crotch resting on his car window. “License and registration,” his deep bass voice rumbled. The younger man scrambled to get his papers and nervously hand them to the hot cop. Officer Burnman took the papers and bounced his pecs approvingly. He looked them over and handed them back to Connor. “Your left tail light is out. Get it fixed. I’ll let you off with a warning this time.”

Connor looked back up, past the officer’s straining shirt, “Thanks officer… Burnman,” he bit his lip, “Is there anything I can do to thank you?”

The officer grunted, “Just fix your taillight.” He turned around and Connor watched the officer’s muscled ass walk back to his patrol car.

Connor waited until the Police car was out of sight until he started his engine again. Slowly he drove to the outskirts of the town, parking in front of his house. He hurried upstairs and took the key out of his pocket, wanting to open the door, when his neighbour left his flat, his dog at his side. He was an average Family man, dressed in only a Jogging suit. But when Connor turned around and looked at him, the man was engulfed by a blinding Flash of light.

The jogging suit was pulled tight over every muscle of his neighbor, Tim. It was unzipped a little at the front, showing off his bulbous pecs that had a light covering of brown hair. Just about it, his chin now was sharper and had a short beard. Even his dog had changed from some small dog to a German Shepard. Tim smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth, and waved to Connor before jogging down the hall.

Connor was still perplexed at how he had been able to see the thick vein running along his neighbour’s thick biceps through the Jogging suit, when he entered his flat. He tried to comprehend what had happened. This all had started when the gypsy guy had “cursed” him. But that couldn’t be real, right? “Maybe it will look different tomorrow.”, Connor thought and went to bed, his dreams filled with pics of the parking guy, the cop and his neighbour. Connor awoke to the smell of cum and wet sheets. He was surprised as he hadn’t had a wet dream since freshman year of high school. He balled up the sheets and grabbed some detergent before heading down to the communal washroom, passing off the past events of the night and a long wet dream.

He was so lost in his thoughts he only barely noticed another guy Standing in the washroom. He stood there in only a pair of tighty-whities, his over clothes probably in one of the machines. As he greeted Connor, the Young man so lost in his thoughts that he startled and looked up. With another Flash the nearly nude man disappeared and was replaced with another hunk. The new man was seemingly of Asian origin and looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a Fitness Magazine. His tighty.whities had been replaced with a dark green pair of posing Trunks, that looked Close to giving in to the sheer size of the set of genitals behind it.

Kenichi, formerly Ken, turned back to his machine as he read the latest fitness magazine while he waited for his load to finish. Connor got a look at his prime, muscled glutes. Connor was so shocked he dropped his sheets and detergent. The hulking Japanese man turned back around, “You ok man?”

Connor bent forward to recollect his things, “Y-yeah.” He hurried at a machine on the other side of the room, his heart racing.

He started the washing machine and left the room, not wanting to stay near the hunky Asian for too Long, in fear of Shooting a load from his sheer presence. Kenichi only rolled his eyes at the stupid Performance and turned back to his Magazine. Soon later Connor was back in his flat, when the doorbell rang. He heard the mailman, a well known pudgy person, in front of his door. Connor only told him through the door to just leave whatever he had in front of the door, but the mailman insisted on his signature.

Connor could still hear the old rasp in the mailman’s voice. He looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and turned the handle, not seeing the flash of light come from the cracks in the door frame. When he opened the door, he was greeted to what looked to be a football player wearing a mailman uniform. “Sign here,” the young jock in a mailman uniform said as he thrust the tablet to Connor.

Connor didn’t even look at the table when he signed, his gaze drawn to the formerly old mailman’s new muscles. “Whatcha staring at?”, the jockish mailman chuckled and bounced his heavy pecs, before taking back the signed tablet and Walking away, seductively swaying his ass as he did so. Open mouthed Conor watched the man walk away, his eyes fixed on the muscular bubble butt.  "What should I do?“, Connor asked himself, thinking of the endless possibilities his new power offered.

The timer on his phone went off, signaling that his load was finished. He didn’t have time to think and did not want his clothes stolen. He did his best to move stealthily down the floors to the bottom floor where the laundry room was. He was dodging kids, neighbors, and staff as he made his way to the room. Kenichi wasn’t there anymore and he was thankful it was empty. He took his now clean Sheets out of the machine and packed into a dryer, taking his dear time, assuming he was safe there. But he was wrong, just when he closed the dryer’s door, the door to the washing room opened and a guy stepped in. Connor recognized hm as the Grandson of the old Lady in the ground floor apartment. He couldn’t be older than 18, Kind of nerdy. That is until he was engulfed by a flash of light.

Now he looked like a nerd on steroids, literally. He still had thick rimmed glasses, but they complemented his face more than anything. His still wore a blue and white plaid button-up, but now it was straining to contain his immense torso. He bent down and put a bunch of women’s clothes into the hamper before carrying it back up to his grandmother’s room without saying a word to Connor. Connor quickly grabbed his basket and followed the hunk just to be sure. When he say the hunky nerd go into old lady Bella’s flat, he felt panicked again and ran back to his flat and double locked the door. He needed some time to figure it out.

robocrow2  asked:

180, Shakarian please.

180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”

[I originally wanted to do hella smut for this, but it just turned into fuckin fluffy sorta I GUESS A LITTLE SMUTTY, bs like it always does when I write Shakarian hahaha. Enjoy <3

It’s a little short/kinda quick– as most my prompts are, slight cursing as usual as well for those of you wondering!]

When Garrus opened his eyes, he had almost completely forgotten where he’d fallen asleep… He could see the sky passing above his eyes as he adjusted to his surroundings. But the smell of lavender quickly surrounded him, and when he slid his eyes to the warm body pressed against his his mandibles loosened in awe. 

She was so beautiful laying there in his arms… her crimson hair flayed in every direction and matted from their long night of blowing off steam. Garrus scanned her face placing a taloned hand lightly to her chin. Her scars were still there lightly glowing beneath the thin surface of skin covering them, but they were hardly noticeable anymore. As he slide his eyes down her bare arms and back he noticed she had a new set of marks decorating her ivory skin. Evidence of his talons scratching down her back in those moments of pure ecstasy.

Garrus pulled her closer to him, nuzzling his head into her hair drinking in that smell he loved so dearly, a moment later she began to stir awake in his arms. “Damn it… I’m sorry, Shepard, I didn’t mean…” 

“Ohhh, look who’s here.” Shepard replied with a smile squeezing his torso tightly with eyes closed, her breath was light and her voice was sleepy. 

“Didn’t expect to see me?” Garrus pulled his mandibles in playfully, the soft purr of his voice sending cool waves over and through her. 

“To be honest, Garrus… I generally don’t expect anything… That way I’m never disappointed.” She ended with a smile, yawning as she pull her arms into a stretch.

Garrus passed her a fairly convincing smile, as he pull a hand to her cheek again running his thumb across her chin lightly. “I can tell you what to expect with me if you want.”

Shepard pursed her lips, enjoying the rough leathery texture of his skin pressed to hers. It was so nice to finally have him there. To have finally… 

She let a full smile escape her lips as she rubbed her tired eyes and nodded sweetly her voice feigning annoyance as she tease him. “Tell me, then.”

“Well, firstly you expect that I’ll be here every day you wake up,” Garrus pressed his lips to her forehead lightly. “and you can expect I’ll be here every night you fall asleep,” Now he kissed her nose. “and when you need me out there… I’ll be there, too Shepard.” He paused once more to kiss her on the mouth this time, sweet and tenderly; hoping he was doing it right.

Jane pulled a breath of air in as a cool wave of chills ran under her skin, feeling her cheeks growing warm at his confession; but feeling it wholeheartedly too. “You sure you’re up for all that, Gare? I’ve been told I can be quite the handful…” 

She wasn’t sure if he knew just what he was getting into with her… a night of fun was one thing– but a relationship was something else entirely. They were on their way towards the Omega 4 Relay. They were all likely going to die… But being with Garrus was one of the times she had something worth fighting for. 

Before, she did what she did to help people. Because she was what the galaxy needed. But now, she didn’t just fight for them. Now she was fighting for her… for Garrus… for them.

“Don’t do that, Shepard… not to me.” Garrus whispered, his undertones reverberating a sweetness she hadn’t heard before and it made her nervous. “You won’t scare me away. You don’t know what you do to me… When I saw you on Omega– I I thought I was already dead.” He paused pulling in a breath as his mandibles pulled a little closer to his face as he run a hand over his fringe. “I was as good as dead. But you did what you do and you found me– you saved me and you brought me here. And I promise you this, Shepard… I will always find you, no matter how bad things might look. You can count on me.”

When Shepard watched the words leaving his mouth, she felt so overwhelmed that she almost started crying. Which was just unacceptable to her frankly, and quickly she shot up wiping her eyes before the tears escaped. Luckily Garrus hadn’t noticed, or if he did he didn’t react. After a moment she turned back towards him sporting the widest smile she could muster; throwing her leg over him placing herself across his hips. “Goddamn it, Garrus… I’m not supposed to love you.” 

“Says who?”

“Everyone… The rules… It’s just– you don’t do it, Garrus. I’m your Commander. I’m human…” Shepard didn’t even realize she’d told him she loved him, or that she’d been in love with him since she met him.

“Little late for that, isn’t it? Plus… you know how I am with following rules.” Garrus said, his eyes growing heavy and quite flirty as she lean down kissing him hard.

“You’re trouble, Vakarian. Just trouble.” 

He slid his hands up her back pulling her closer to him. “I… love you too, by the way…” 

Jane was scared… she hadn’t been in a relationship for years. She hadn’t done anything more than a fling in years, she hadn’t loved in years… Yet here she was. Ready. Willing… and so damn smitten she didn’t even care that they all might die in a few hours.

For now they had this. And not even the end of life as they knew it was gonna take that from her.

Trademarked

Shepard idly watched Garrus pace the Comm Room, as Ashley and Kaidan argued.  

“We know Benezia has connections with Saren. It’s as simple as that” Ash all but stomped her foot in frustration.

“Noveria is a fortress, all that vested interest, money, backdoor dealings, it will keep. Feros, on the other hand, is sending a distress signal, they should be our top priority, Saren or no” Kaidan’s calm did nothing to quell Ashley’s irritation.

Shepard sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, this has been going on for what felt like hours now. She looked around the room, Tali had subtly slipped into a stupor, her gaze fixed on the opposite wall. Garrus leant down to look at a particularly fascinating screw, stroking it with his thumb absentmindedly. Wrex outright reclined on his seat eyes closed, with not a single damn given. Only Liara maintained a respectful fascination with the proceedings, her eyes darted between the two humans in an invisible tennis match. 

“We are not a rescue mission Lieutenant!” Ashley snapped “We have a job to do, and that job is to stop Saren, not run around the galaxy performing mindless heroics!”

Kaidan cringed and turned to look at the Commander “Shepard, tie breaker?”

“And you were doing so well without me!” she exclaimed theatrically. The answer was that she just didn’t know. Unfortunately, clairvoyance was not in her job description, and both her officers had a point. They call it the burden of command. She called it sleepless nights and a growing pile of guilt. She stalled, looking around the room, trying to find help, but even Wrex deemed it necessary to open one eye and fix it expectantly on her.

A slight noise to her right made her spin her chair around in her desperation.

“Vakarian, thoughts?” she expected the turian to fumble in embarrassment, caught out by the senior officer, but he had other ideas.

“Noveria, Commander” his subharmonics purred out her name like a caress, head tilted forward he fixed a predatory, starved gaze directly on her.

Shepard inhaled sharply, her insides clawed at her as she struggled to make a sound, she felt pinned by the sheer force of that gesture, something primal screamed for her to run, but a smaller voice quietly asked ‘which way?’. Her bewildered mind barely registered her own surroundings, the entire crew fell deadly silent, if she had the presence of mind to look at them she would have been greeted by slack jaws and farcical expressions.  

The spell was broken by Wrex’s bark of a laugh “You should warn them next time Vakarian. Our Gunnery Chief looks like she is about to submit a mating request.”

“What?” Garrus looked up at the krogan releasing Shepard from his thrall. She could breathe again but didn’t trust herself to move, her limbs felt limp, and she figured that toppling off her chair sideways was not dignified. She awkwardly half turned to look at her crew who were all arranged in various state of shock. Ashley’s face shone bright red and she opened and closed her mouth in silent protest to Wrex’s accusations, meanwhile Kaidan stared at the turian with abject horror. Liara once more managed to maintain the biggest amount of decorum her face clouded with only mild confusion.

“What the in ancestors’ name was that?” Tali’s giggle bubbled up at a hysterical pitch ‘What did you just do?!”

“I didn’t do anything?!” Garrus took a nervous step back throwing up his hands to shield himself from 5 pairs of eyes boring into him.

Shepard recovered some semblance of coherence and turned back to him.

“Riiiight, and that ‘fuck me’ stare was what? An accident?”

His eyes widened in surprise, his mandibles twitched and he took another step, backing himself up against the wall.

“Shepard, I believe it’s a turian thing.” Liara spoke calmly “Predatory instinct when cornered, although I must say I have never seen one this intense before”

Shepard could help but laugh “The Vakarian Stare-down™? Wrex is right you should take care with that one, it’s dangerous.”

Garrus dropped his shoulders and smiled weakly in response “Yes Ma’am, I will use it with caution next time.”

Shepard returned the smile “To Noveria it is then, maybe we can try out our new weapon of mass destruction and seduce the Geth into submission”

It was decided. As the meeting broke up Liara made her way toward the commander, quietly gesturing her over for a word. 

“Shepard” the asari shuffled on the spot “that was weird” 

“What was?” Shepard replied.

“Well, Predatory Instinct thing, that was a white lie, save him some dignity” she grimaced.

“Meaning?” Shepard frowned.

“Meaning, if that was, in fact, an involuntary reaction, it should have left us cowering on the floor, not…” she broke off.

Shepard glanced over at the turian who was staring blankly into the room with a panicked expression.

“Not wanting to rip our own clothes off I assume?” Shepard finished for her.

“Well yes…” Liara cringed “Just thought you’d want to know”

“Huh…”