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Day 5 of Turian Appreciation Week!

Onto my favorite turian, which was hard and easy to choose. Hard because there are SO many turians which are HAWT, but easy because there is only one turian who stands out from the rest.

Garrus.

He was half the reason I got into the game, seeing him on a play through on Twitch and instantly having a need to try the game out (Luckily it was free on origin… so I completed the game within 12 hours of having installed it- NO BREAKS). This guy has the charm- when he’s not being a cute naive lover, the voice… oh yeah the voice got me too and is just an amazing character to have by your side while killing reapers or collectors. I could go on but there enough people who love this guy so i’ll just be repeating the obvious.

Now since recent posts have infected me with the Mshep/Garrus virus, should I do some art or write some cringe-infested fanfic on these two?

Team dextro is easily my favourite but I often wonder what would happen if one day Shepard woke up and had no idea her translator was broken until breakfast when…

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demonoflight  asked:

Shepard interacting with children (maybe refugees on the Citadel during the Reaper War?) and making Garrus think "I want to have/adopt babies with that woman"?

“I don’t suppose you have any idea who this little monster belongs to?”

Garrus, crouched beside the cot of a wounded turian soldier who was trying very hard to give him a report, glanced over his shoulder, lifting his brow plates. Faint query turned into genuine astonishment when he realized Shepard was toting a tiny turian on one hip. The child blinked at him, her huge amber eyes so reminiscent of his missing sister’s his breath caught, frozen somewhere between loss and grief and desperate hope he’d see Solana again. 

Shepard hitched the child up, settling her more firmly on her hip. The little girl gave a pleased chirp and snuggled closer, one arm wrapped tight around Shepard’s neck while the other clutched at the fall of red hair. As Garrus watched, the child gave Shepard’s ponytail a tug and stuck the end in her mouth, mandibles flicking into a satisfied smile. Shepard made a pained face, but her eyes shone and she made no attempt to extricate her hair from the child’s ministrations.

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Relax

Struggling to get to sleep seems to be a normal thing for Shepard nowadays.  In an attempt to calm herself down, she wanders the ship unaware that she would run into a familiar face.


Melody stood silently, her eyes tracing the floor of the elevator as it moved downward in its usual slow motion.  She rubbed her swollen eyes with her fingers, tracing the edges of her nose, in hopes that they would feel better.  It didn’t work.  To no surprise, she had gotten little to no sleep the past few days.  Ever since Cerberus brought her back to life, she had struggled with it.  She had tried everything to get to sleep, to no avail.

As the door to the elevator opened, Melody shuffled out the door and made her way towards the kitchen.  Gardner always left things for her in special places for nights like tonight and she was certainly grateful.  After everything that had happened over the past few weeks, a small snack in the middle of the night was just what she needed to cheer herself up.  Even more so after hours of tossing and turning.

As the sensors felt Shepard’s presence, the lights slowly flickered on.  The mess hall always felt completely different in this time of night.  During the day, it was so loud…but now, with each step the silence echoed as she made her way across the room.

Opening the cabinets, Melody began quietly fixing something for her to eat.  While she enjoyed cooking, she liked having simple meals and the small memories of home that it brought.  As both of her parents were in the Alliance military, they had little time to prepare food for Melody and her brothers and sisters.  It was easy for them to make them sandwiches like this and eventually for Melody to learn to cook for herself.

Melody spread the peanut butter and jelly across the bread and quickly placed the pieces together, a small smile crossing her face at the motion.  Memories of her siblings getting mad at her for putting “the wrong part on the wrong piece” flashed in her mind.

Gods, she missed them. 

She shook her head as she walked around the island and took the plate to the table.  Once she sat, she leaned back, resting her head on the back of the chair with closed eyes.  She exhaled, reminding herself that she needed to relax, clear her mind or all hope of her falling asleep at all tonight would be lost.

“Shepard?  It’s late.  You should be in bed.”  She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who the voice belonged to.  The melodic metallic tone could belong to no one else.

She forced the words out in her usual way, doing everything she could to hide the strain in her voice.  The turian was the last person she wanted to see her like this.  “I should be telling you the same, Garrus.  I thought everyone was asleep.”

“Just double checking some things.  Cerberus built this ship from scratch and I don’t think I have to tell you how much they could do without our knowing.  It worries me.”  As he spoke, she heard him pull out the chair beside her and take a seat.  Without lifting her head, she allowed her eyes to wander the area.  While it wasn’t exactly the same ship, it still brought her a sense of calm.  Finally, she peaked over at him, a grin spreading across her lips.

“I know what you mean.”  Melody spoke softly, her words filled with worry.  “But the best part about all this is that we’re ready when the Illusive Man tries anything.  We’re prepared as soon as he turns.”

She could see him contemplating his next words carefully as their eyes met.  “You already know Shepard, that no matter what comes our way I always have your back.”

Her smile grew.  “I appreciate that, Garrus.”  It was true.  From Saren to Cerberus, he was one of the few she knew she could always count on.  It made her wonder if those from her crew would join up along side him.  Tali, Liara, Kaiden…Even though she showed up in a Cerberus uniform, Garrus didn’t bat an eye when she asked him to come back to the Normandy.

Garrus looked down at the table as he continued his thought.  “What’s that old human saying?  ‘…What goes around comes around’?  I wouldn’t let that Illusive bastard get under your skin.  Whatever he’s hiding, he’ll get what’s coming to him.  I’ll make sure of that.”

“It doesn’t bother me.  We’ve been going against the current ever since we set out after Saren.  I’m used to this by now.”  She exhaled, knowing full well that Garrus wasn’t the only one she was trying to convince. 

Garrus scoffed, looking back over at her.  “Shepard, please.”  She looked over, her eyes widening a bit.  “You may be able to fool everyone else on this ship, but you can’t fool me.  You’ve been coming down here every night since we got you back.  You spend hours down here just staring at the food on your plate until you get bored and head back up.  I know you Shepard, and I can tell when you’re not sleeping.”  His voice changed a bit, a stern tone taking place.  “Now, how long has it been?”

Melody sighed softly as she strung her words together.  Her voice became quiet and slow, barely a whisper as her face softened.  “Ever since they brought me back to life.  On the off chance that I’m able, I end up having these horrible nightmares that wake me.”  She paused, her voice getting softer as she spoke.  “I’ve tried…everything.”

“Nightmares?  About the Collectors?”

“The day I died.  Mostly, I just remember floating out there…my air tube breaking…struggling until the air finally runs out…”  She shivered, rubbing her arms with her hands.  “I’d rather not think about it.”

His voice got soft, leaning in a bit closer.  “Shepard…why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

Melody stood, pushing herself away from the table, Garrus mimicking her without hesitation.  He slid in behind her, watching her closely as worry filled his eyes.  “I’m fine, really.  Once I’m on the field, I’m 100%.”

As she eyed the ground quietly, she could feel Garrus moving up close behind her.  She felt him graze her arm, a touch she was becoming more familiar with.  With Kaiden no where in sight, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted to move on.  Garrus was…different.  Gentle flirting back and forth had always been the norm, even with Kaiden around.  It was playful and innocent, but things were changing.  Now…even his touch made her feel calm.  They had never talked about this new chemistry between them, but he had to feel it too. 

The metallic tone continued, each note sending a shiver down her spine.  “I know you are, but you really should be taking better care of yourself.”  His hard fingers trailed down her arm, stopping as he came into contact with her hand.  Suddenly, he cleared his throat as he backed away from her.  “Trying something new won’t hurt.  Maybe spending some time with a close friend will make you feel better.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Garrus started walking towards the elevator.  Melody nodded as she followed closely behind the turian, trying desperately to hide the traces of blood under her cheeks.  He was quiet as he escorted her the rest of the way to her quarters.  It felt nice to have someone to talk to about everything that had happened.  Ever since Cerberus woke her up, things seemed to be continually stumbling out of control.  Any number of her original crew would have been more than willing to sit with her for a bit and chat, but now…most of the ship was crewed by strangers.  Finding Garrus on Omega was the first good thing that had happened to her.  She finally felt grounded, like she was finally taking steps in the right direction.

As they reached the door to the bedroom, Garrus broke the silence.  “Did I ever tell you about when I was younger?”  He paused.  “I used to be just as weak and annoying as the next kid, but at some point I started having wicked nightmares.  They would keep me up late, cold sweats, screaming, you name it.  My father would tell me to man up, but my mother…”  He trailed off, a hint of a smile spreading across his face as he reminisced. 

Melody sat down on the couch, listening intently.  Garrus hardly ever talked about his past, so the few times he did, she soaked it up. 

“She would spend hours with my head in her lap, gently stroking my fringe as she lulled me back to sleep.  Seems embarrassing now, but it always helped me fall back asleep.  Turians aren’t usually quite so touchy-feely, but it never failed with me.“  Garrus lowered his head for a moment before looking over at her, slowly sitting next to her.  “If there’s one thing I know about humans, it’s that a simple touch can do wonders for them.” 

She knew what he was getting at, but it was funny to watch him struggle to get the words out.  He always had trouble stringing words together when it came to her, always trying to find the best way to put it and usually failing horribly.  It was cute.  She leaned forward, playfully swinging back and forth as a smile danced across her lips.

Garrus looked over at her, worry filling his eyes.  “I hope you don’t find this too forward, but…it may help if we try it.”

She giggled.  “You want me…to put my head in your lap?”

“If there’s even a possibility that it may work, we should try it.”

Melody smirked.  "I’m just not sure.  We’ve gotten close, but isn’t that more in a girlfriend’s area?“  She was pretty sure that turians couldn’t blush, but his body language showed just how nervous he was even suggesting such a thing.

Garrus did everything he could to avoid eye contact with her, but it seemed she was having the opposite reaction.  She couldn’t help herself from smiling at him.  "Shepard, we need you in top shape for the Collectors and that means you need to get some shut eye.  Just…try it.  If it’s too awkward for you, we’ll stop.”

She was skeptical, but she was willing to try it.  Hell, she had tried everything else to get to sleep.  Melody scooted down the couch a bit, and arranged herself so that her head was leaning up against his leg.  While she tried to hide it, she could feel her face burn through every attempt.  “Just…let me know if it makes you uncomfortable…”   She mumbled, immediately hearing Garrus chuckled under his breath.

“You could never make me feel uncomfortable, Shepard.  You’re close to the only person I have in the galaxy.  If taking care of you helps you in any way, my knee is always open.”  His hand was tentative, but eventually he began gently stroking her hair.  The sheer awkwardness that emitted from him showed her just how comfortable he was with physical contact.  This was probably the first time he had ever done anything like this, aside from the casual grazes he would run up and down her arms.

Her smile spread her face as she tried to concentrate on falling asleep.  She could feel his muscles tighten in his legs, staggered breaths as he tried to keep them steady.  Despite how hard he was trying to keep himself cool, she had never felt more comfortable than she did next to him.  Garrus had been with her through everything.  After everything, she knew that Garrus would walk through fire to make sure she was safe.  While they had never acted on their occasional flirt, she knew that above all else, he would always be her best friend.  “Thank you, Garrus.”

“Anything for you, Mel.”  He answered almost instantly.  His fingers ran through her hair, sending shivers down her body, a wave of relaxation flowing through her.  After a few minutes of this steady action, she began to feel her eyes grow heavy.

Soon, she was able to fall asleep and for the first time since she had been brought back by Cerberus, she had a nice dream.


AN; Hnnng, I love Garrus and Shepard so much I could explode.  I finished this a couple of days ago and have been randomly reading it to make sure I’m happy with it.  I’m gonna work on several fics in between this awkward time where they’re basically just flirting back and forth for now, so keep a look out.

I am working on getting a masterpost together, soo just one more thing to keep your eyes open for.

Favorite Garrus Moments - Mass Effect 3

So Part 3 of my favorite moments with my favorite Turian. But there were just so many to choose from! I couldn’t … I couldn’t list them all. You know how long this would end up being??? Waaaay too long. I may have to do a Part 4 of Mass Effect 3, but for now I hope you enjoy. Note: This one does have Citadel and Leviathan DLC moments. So … spoilers?


Garrus: Yeah, soo … is this the part where we … shake hands? Wasn’t sure about the protocol on reunions, or if you even still felt the same way about me. The scars are starting to fade. I remember they drove you wild … But I can go out and get all new ones if it’ll help.
Shepard: I haven’t forgotten our time together.
Garrus: Well I’ve been doing some research on human customs … didn’t want to assume any—
Shepard: *Kisses him* That’s the protocol on reunions.
Garrus: The vids mentioned it might go something like that. I had hoped it would. I mean, I didn’t know-

Garrus: Listen, Shepard. I’m all for Crazy ideas, but this one’s off the charts.

Shepard: Goodbye, Garrus. And if I’m up there in that bar and you’re not—I’ll be looking down. You’ll never be alone.
Garrus: Never.

Mercs: I think that turian they’ve got is Archangel! How the hell are we going to kill him?!
Garrus: You’re not!

Wrex: I appreciate that, Liara. I wouldn’t want anyone else along for the ride.
Garrus: *coughs*
Wrex: I suppose I could make room for you too, Garrus.
Garrus: Figured you’d gone soft sitting on your throne, forgot how to hold a gun.

Garrus: Shepard?! Wake up! She’s freezing!
Shepard: *bolts up and begins coughing*
Garrus: Are you okay?
Shepard: *still coughing* Yeah … yeah, I’m fine. Hell of a headache.
Garrus: Never do that again.

Joker: Maybe something was … mis-calibrated?
Garrus: You do know who you’re talking to, right?

Garrus: I’ll start managing turian support right away, Shepard. You must be exhausted. Mordin dying … it can’t be easy.
Shepard: I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Garrus: We both know you need a clear head to win a war. There’s no room for mistakes here. You should catch some shut-eye. Besides, I know where you sleep. We’ll wake you if anything comes up.
Shepard: If you insist

Garrus: So. Who needs their ass kicked now?

Garrus: Not sure if turian heaven is the same as yours, but if this thing goes sideways and we both end up there … meet me at the bar. I’m buying.
Shepard: We’re a team, Garrus. There’s no Shepard without Vakarian.

Garrus: Ever have that one thing you’ve always wanted to do before you died, Shepard?
Shepard: I’ve woken up with a turian next to me.
Garrus: Still trying to make me blush, huh?
Shepard: Until it works.

James: Hey, pendejos! Our Shepard is better than yours!
Garrus: And better looking!

Shepard: It’s incredible.
Garrus: I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope it would inspire a certain … mood.
Shepard: Something on your mind?
Garrus: It seemed like you needed time to … figure us out. Are you ready to be a one-turian kind of woman?
Shepard: The only thing that made leaving earth bearable was knowing you were out there somewhere.
Garrus: I felt the same way. The worst part about the galaxy going to hell would’ve been never getting to see you again.
Shepard: Well, here I am. Exactly where I want to be. I love you, Garrus Vakarian
Garrus: Wow … the vides Joker gave me … well, they never got this far. There was the part about sleeping together, but this … I don’t exactly know what to do—
Shepard: *kisses him* Who needs a vid when you’ve got me?

Liara: But there was one thing I was unable to verify. Did you really kill three Blue Suns mercs with one bullet?
Garrus: Well … the third one died from a heart attack, so it’s not fair to count him.

Shepard: I guess we’re back on the clock.
Garrus: And when this is over, I’m sure we’ll find something to do off the clock.

Shepard: Is that supposed to melt a girl’s heart?
Garrus: No … but this voice is *leans in closer*. I’m Garrus Vakarian. Codename: Archangel. All-around turian bad boy and dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy. I also kill reapers on the side. And you are?

Garrus: Shepard … is it just the alcohol, or do you have vids running in your head of us mostly naked, completely alone, and shamelessly rolling all over a couch?

Garrus: So … I guess it’s back to the fight.
Shepard: Yeah. At least we threw one hell of a party. Probably the last one.
Garrus: That doesn’t sound like my girl. You’ll find a way to win. And when this is over, I’ll be waiting for you.

Garrus: One of my favorite places to fight!
Shepard: The CIC of a warship?
Garrus: Right there above gardens and below electronic shops!
Shepard: And Antique Shops, as I recall!

Joker: How do you know when a turian is out of ammo?
Garrus: He switches to the stick up his ass as a backup weapon. Why does the Alliance hire pilots with brittle bone disease?
Joker: You’re shitting me! The turian military has one about me?
Garrus: Oh absolutely! I heard it myself from a private back on Palaven.
Joker: All right, why does the Alliance hire pilots with brittle bone disease?
Garrus: So their marines can beat someone in hand-to-hand drills.
Joker: Damn, you need to tell James that one.

Garrus: We’re going to retire somewhere warm and tropical and live off the royalties from the vids. Maybe even find out what a turian-human baby looks like.
Shepard: *laughs* I’m game … though I think adoptions a better idea—biology may not cooperate.
Garrus: Hmm … I suppose there will be a lot of little krogan around soon.

Garrus: Looking good, Shepard.
Shepard: I did the best I could without a carapace or a crest.
Garrus: Your best has my mandible on the floor. Damn.

Garrus: What do we know about the mercs?
Shepard: They have guns and don’t like me?
Garrus: Not helping, Shepard.

Shepard: There are a few people who’ve seen me in action, Garrus. They seemed impressed.
Garrus: Yeah, but I’ve actually seen you dance, Shepard. No comment.

Garrus: Shepard … thought you might be up here. You know what the best part is about a battle that decides the whole fate of the galaxy?
Shepard: Winning it?
Garrus: I was thinking … it’s a good excuse to remind the ones you care about that … well … you care about them. Want some company?

Garrus: Forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you… come back alive.

Garrus: You sure you want to play this game?
James: What’s the matter, Vakarian, you chicken?
Garrus: I don’t even know what that is—though I’ve heard everything in the galaxy tastes like it.

Garrus: To borrow a phrase from Vega—you looked smoking in that dress, Shepard. 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.

Garrus: I am Garrus Vakarian and this is now my favorite spot on the Citadel!

Garrus: Perfect! A human. I’m kind of on the outs with my human girlfriend Could you give me some insights?
Security Guard: Sir … I am definitely not an expert.

Garrus: Still think you can win this, huh?
James: I can do this all day, Scars.
Garrus: Funny you mention those … ever hear the name ‘Archangel?’

Garrus: *in elevator* So … anyone wanna talk about their people’s history?
Wrex: Nope.
Garrus: So I’m the only one who misses when we used to chat in the elevators back on Citadel?
Wrex: Yep.
Garrus: *sighs* So disappointed.

Shepard: What a night … but look who’s here.
Garrus: Yeah, I hung out a lot of places last night. Your upper body. Your lower body. Pretty much allll the parts in between.
Shepard: Turians certainly don’t lack for a sense of direction.
Garrus: And you don’t lack for places to get lost.

Garrus: Shepard! Can you hear me?! Are you okay?!
Shepard: I’m fine. Might need a little backup.
Garrus: Lucky for you, Archangel is your boyfriend. Joker filled me in, I’m on foot. Be there as fast as I can.

Garrus: So … having a bad day, Shepard?
Shepard: You could say that.
Garrus: Landing pad is just over there, but it’s behind a locked gate.
Shepard: Let’s look for a control panel.
Garrus: *gets distracted watching Shepard walk by* Niiice outfit …
Shepard: *glares at Garrus*
Garrus: Control panel. Right.

Shepard: You gotta get out of here!
Garrus: And you’ve gotta be kidding me!
Shepard: Don’t argue, Garrus.
Garrus: We’re in this till the end.
Shepard: No matter what happens … you know I love you. I always will.
Garrus: Shepard I … love you too.

Garrus: Shepard … I admit, I was worried about you on that dig site. Things got pretty hectic. Not used to feeling like that, you know? That’s what love does … turns a guy like me into a nervous wreck with something to lose and the aim to make sure he doesn’t. Nobody better hurt you, is all I’m saying.

Garrus: Jack … as charming as ever.
Jack: Bite me, Garrus. Better yet, bite her. Probably how she likes it.

Garrus: Glad to know my romantic … uh … skills made an impression. Because it’s going to take more than Reapers to come between this cross-species liaison.

Wrex: Garrus … I have to make with the one turian in the galaxy who thinks he’s funny.
Garrus: Imagine how I feel. I’m supposed to hate krogan, but you came along and warmed my heart with your winning personality.

Sweet Words

“Oh come on,” Shepard began, swinging her arm around and nearly spilling her drink. “The Mako wasn’t that bad.”

“The Mako was fine,” Garrus answered, chuckling lightly. “Your driving might have left a little something to be desired, however.”

“Like stable, flat ground,” Tali added, her words slurring more by the minute. “Or six flat tires.”

The commander gasped in feigned offense. “No one died because of the Mako. Except, like, a thousand geth–”

She was interrupted by an arm playfully curling around her waist. Kaidan appeared, sporting a ridiculously wide grin as he pulled her close.

“Hey, Shepard. Feel my sweater,” he said, completely oblivious to the chorus of snickers around them.

“What?” She clearly didn’t understand what was happening or why he would make such an odd demand out of the blue.

“You know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material,” he responded.

The commander stared at him for a long moment, completely flabbergasted. She wasn’t sure whether she should laugh, cry, or punch him for being so corny. One sniff, however, alerted her to the root of the problem. “WREX!”

“Something wrong, Shepard?” The krogan in question appeared, clearly understanding the accusatory tone in her voice and barely containing his laughter.

“Please tell me why Kaidan smells like that swill you drink?”

“He said he could handle it. Something about a crazy biotic metabolism. Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Wrex answered, lifting his cup to the Major.

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threewhiskeylunch  asked:

Oh oh oh! You're taking requests??!! May I please have some mshakarian with a side of Joker finding out about them? Please?? *bats eyelids*

Here you are, my darlin’! Have a healthy helping of sappy, cheesy, fluffy mshakarian! :) 

And if anyone else wants to make a request, I’ll happily consider it (mshenko, mshega, or mshakarian only please.) 

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It had taken them several tries to work it out, but they had it down now. If Garrus moved his legs just so, and Shepard bent his body at the right angle, they fit together like they were made for each other – molded out of one skin. Never mind that Garrus’ hide was rough and leathery and Shepard’s skin was soft and pink. How a man so fearless and strong and prone to cheating death could be covered by such a thin, flimsy hide remained a mystery to Garrus. Palaven would have killed him before he’d ever finished boot camp. As it was, Shepard remained one of the fiercest warriors Garrus had ever known, and he merely laughed every time the turian commented on his pink skin.


Pink. Commander Shepard was pink all over. Wonders never ceased.

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Mass Effect Relationship Week Day 5: Fun with Food

Shepard focused intently on the cook book in front of her, tongue poking at from between her lips as she separated out the ingredients she would need. She was wearing a pair of gloves, a suggestion of Solana’s incase Shepard had a reaction to any of the dextro ingredients. Solana had also been kind enough to translate the measurements as best she could, but it was still a struggle to know how much she needed.

“As long as I don’t poison him it’s a win, right?” Shepard mumbled to herself, stirring the pot with all the ingredients. It didn’t look particularly appetizing to her, but then she didn’t have to eat it.

When she was almost done, she heard to the door to the house open. “I’m in the kitchen, Garrus!”

“You, in the kitchen? Am I dreaming?” Garrus teased, appearing in the kitchen doorway a moment later. “What are you cooking, it smells awful, by the way.”

Shepard frowned, looking at him over her shoulder. “It was supposed to be for you, but I might have done something wrong.”

“For me, huh?” Garrus approached the stove, eyes widening slightly at the sight in front of him. “It looks… uh… Shepard you can’t even cook levo food, why did you attempt this?”

Shepard sighed, shoulders slumping. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Well, I very much appreciate it,” Garrus assured her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He let his head move forward, brushing his face plates against her hair in a facsimile of a human kiss. “Why don’t we go out to eat tonight? My treat.”

“Just no places with fish tanks, alright?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want a repeat of the sushi restaurant.”

get-bent-moose  asked:

Hi, this is probably going to be a common prompt but id love to see something domestic for shakarian or maybe a date please? :) thankyou

“We’re going to be late.”

“You always say that, and we never are.” She smirked into the mirror, letting him catch her reflected amusement, and then returned to the very serious business of expert mascara application. “Besides, I seriously doubt they’ll give away our table. Having a couple of the most recognizable surnames in the galaxy’s got to count for something.”

Garrus’ sigh was so long-suffering, Shepard relented. “Thirty seconds,” she said, rising on her toes to plant a lipstick-rosy kiss on his mandible. “I’m not wearing a towel out to dinner.”

“More’s the pity,” Garrus said in the voice that made her give serious thought to forgoing dinner altogether in favor of entertainment that involved far less fabric of any kind. The way he dragged a blunted talon along her bare clavicle reinforced the desire to blow the whole thing off, but he’d been looking forward to it for weeks, and she’d promised not to go falling through any floors if she could help it. He stepped backward, tilting his head in a gesture somehow both cocksure and fond, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Probably did, the bastard. “Twenty-five.”

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tiffd44  asked:

For the ficlet prompt: I'd love to see something with Kasumi and Garrus. I always thought they'd make good friends but you never get to see them interact in the games really. Perhaps she catches him on the way to the captain's quarters with a bottle or something else that would spark a conversation about Garrus and Shepard. I don't know why but I can see them talking about that sort of thing.

“No,” said a voice not to the left or right, but directly above him.

Garrus jumped half a foot and only barely stopped himself from making an embarrassingly startled noise. Kasumi’s cloak flickered and fell, and she leapt elegantly down from the ceiling as if the maintenance duct she’d been using was a Presidium path and she out for a pleasant stroll. The elevator he’d been waiting for opened, but before Garrus could step inside, Kasumi frowned, crossed her arms over her chest, and repeated even more intractably, “No. Absolutely not.”

He sighed, and the door slid shut again. “You going to clarify, Kasumi? I have… uh, an appointment.”

Kasumi’s grin flashed white, which he saw only briefly as she darted forward, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and tugging him back toward the main battery. Her grip was surprisingly strong. “Sure,” she said. “An appointment. And I’m the Empress of Japan.” She threw a frown over her shoulder, shaking her head. “You turians.”

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