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Not my greatest work as it was rushed. BUT, Happy N7 Day!! Garrus doesn't understand what Shepard wants but tries his hardest.

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Happy N7 Day!!!!

To be honest, I believe this is my first one I've been apart of. I got the soon after N7 Day happened and was sad I wasn't there to celebrate. Now, I get to celebrate it with other Mass Effect lovers out there! A drawing may or not show up later today. I have work for most of the day...

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This was a last minute painting I did for my old high school art teacher. She helped me express myself with art! I had so much fun paintings. It was difficult on a pumpkin but they turned out amazing.

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Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: (Genderless) Shepard x Garrus Vakarian

Word count: 1508

Warnings: just the tiniest bit of dirty thoughts. Also cursing.

Summary: After your first kiss with Garrus, you become busy with the demands. Husks and Cerberus keeping your attention. Then you're off to bed. Rinse and repeat. There's finally a break in the system when everyone can catch their breath. Garrus comes to you during this time.

Author notes: I guess this could be a part two of the First Contact. I'm just writing from these prompts I found. For Garrus, Yautja, and Khonshu.

Ao3

It had been days since your first kiss with Garrus. A soft smile gracing your lips at the thought of it again. That twinkle in his blue eyes as he stared down at you. So much loved filled the orbs when he did. Fuck, you loved him. A lot.

Battles and fights had interrupted any quiet time between the two of you. Fighting husks and the bunch made you exhausted down to the bone. By the end of the day, it was an uphill struggle to keep your eyes open long enough to get back to your room. Mordin was starting to worry about you. Well, everyone was.

Today though, was the first day in over a week that you finally can rest. Half of the day had been taken over by you passed out in your somewhat comfortable bed. Now with twenty hours of sleep under your belt, you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps and entered the kitchen. A couple crew members lumbered about, doing rounds.

On the other hand, for you, you stopped in front of the refrigerator and peered in. There was leftovers from yesterday. But, your stomach wasn’t calling for that. No, it seemed feverish for something sweet but not very sugary. However that works.

Red cubs of what looked to be watermelon caught your attention. Perfect. Either that or grapes. Speak of the devil. You also snatched the oversized bowl of grapes as well. Not unhealthy so Mordin won’t scold you but it also would quell that hunger inside of you.

The fruits were placed into a small bowl; the rest returned back to the fridge. Your lower back rested against the counter as you gazed blankly at the Normandy’s floor.

People passed by, none of them would say anything. Not that you were paying attention is they were. Your mind far away in a different galaxy. There wasn’t a thought between your eyes though. Just you and the quietness inside.

When your hand didn’t scoop any fruit up three times, you snapped out of your thoughts and found the bowl empty. Oh. Your stomach felt mildly full, enough that it wouldn’t bother you for the rest of the day. Most likely. That’s when you placed the bowl in the dishwasher and lumbered your way back to your room.

The two doors slid back to reveal an empty cabin. With a deep sigh, you sat down on the big bed, elbows supported by your thighs. The blanket wrinkled below you.

Without meaning to, your gaze shifted over to a spot less than five feet away from you. An all too familiar face appeared inside of your brain. His scared face something you could never forget. Even after death takes you far from this world. He’ll always be there. The little twitches of mandibles; his wonderful voice; being the second-best sniper on this ship.

Your lips tingle as a reminder. They lifted up. One of your fingers soothed over the soft tissue like Garrus was kissing you again. You’ve gotten a small taste and wanted to devour him. The way he warned you. What would’ve he done if you continued? Pin you to the wall and fuck you, hard and deep?

Strangely enough, you couldn’t truly see him full out rough with you. He does have a fuck boy aura to him after Omega but when it came to you, you just couldn’t see it. There was a softness left in him you wished to hold and nourish the hell out of him.

Nevertheless… how would it all work out. There’s very, very few interspecies coupling known let alone researched about. You didn’t want to flail about without a clue on how to couple with him. You wanted your first moment to be special, with little mistakes as possible. Soon, you’ll have to do research about the situation.

Fuck, you wanted him but you had to take it slow or you would scare him off.

Later on, you propped your feet up on the bed, back flat on the ground. This position seemed to be the only one that helped you with back pain. Like mentioned earlier, this bed wasn’t all that comfortable. It did its job okay.

As the pain faded away, almost on the edge of falling asleep, there was a quiet knock at the door. With your eyes closed, you called for that person to enter. Your position was the last thing on your mind at that moment.

Soft footsteps entered after the door opened and grew closer. “Shepard?” an all too familiar voice questioned. Garrus. You hummed without moving, finally feeling relaxed and content. “Are you alright?” So sweet of him.

“Yeah. My back was hurting,” you explained and stretched your arms up towards the ceiling. Garrus moved closer and held one of your hands. “What are you up to?” It wasn’t unusual for him to visit, but you felt the need to ask him. Your cabin was entirely on a different floor than everyone else’s. It’s not like he was in the neighborhood.

Garrus made a noise of empathy then laid his hardened lips on your fingers. “I can try my best at a back massage,” he offered and pulled back. You smile gently up at him, eyes still closed but knew he was staring at you.

“Please, anything would help,” you begged; your free hand rested on top of his. There was a chance you could get up easily, you were just afraid it might hurt a lot. Plus, he was strong and you liked to see him work.

“Of course.” He released your hands and stepped back but stopped at your high-pitched whine. “What’s wrong?”

The partial reason you wanted his help was how lazy you were being right now. “Help me up, please,” you pleaded with the alien, finally opening your eyes.

His handsome face greeted you, mandibles twitching as your gazes’ locked onto one another. Garrus wore a causal shirt and pants, not showing much of his skin. Not as much as you wanted to explore. But that was for another time.

Garrus chuckled, stood above, and grabbed your hands. You moved so your feet were back on the ground, between his legs. Unfortunately, your back sprouted with pain with the movement. “Ready?” Truly, you weren’t but here goes nothing. You nodded and braced for him to yank you up.

Instead, the turian pulled you up gentle, but enough for you to be a little unsteady on your feet. You accidentally bump into his chest but stayed there, eyes gazing up at him. The blue that made up his orbs seemed to sparkle in the low light. You hesitantly reached out a hand and placed it on the not scared side of his face. From what you’ve heard, it still hurts to this day. Maybe he shouldn’t catch rockets with his face.

Your other hand curled around the front lip of his carapace. It was strong and sturdy underneath your grasp. Unlike last time, you take the first dive and pulled him to you.

Soft against hard lips pressed against one another. Garrus was the one to lick at yours first and gained entrance to your mouth. Both of yours played with one another. Your eyes drifted closed at you melted into the feeling he caused to rush through your veins.

When the call for oxygen grew too great to ignore, you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. The biggest of smiles appeared on your face as his own mandibles lifted in the same style. “I’ve missed you,” you spoke softly, eye opening to find him with his closed. That only made you fall further for him.

He carefully nuzzled your forehead with his. Your eyes shutting once more. “Me too. I’m glad we have a moment to ourselves.” You hummed in agreement and enjoyed the serene moment between you two.

After an unknown amount of time, Garrus chuckled softly to himself. You made a puzzled noise. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror. But here we are,” he explained. You laughed as well at his words. But then a blush overtook your cheeks. He’s been wanting to ask you out. You knew he loved you back. That new knowledge solidifies everything.

“If nothing comes up for the next two days, we can have some shore leave back on the Citadel? You can ask me out then,” you offered and stroke his cheek. He nuzzled up to your hand with a minute purr, barely heard over the ship’s engine.

“That would be perfect.” It was a done deal then. The two of you have unofficially made date plans. Only thing, you prayed no one would mess that up for you. If someone did, you would happily fight them then hide their body.

You kissed his cheek again, loving his reaction. This turian was going to be the death of you, you could tell this already. “Now about that back massage…” Like you were going to forget about that!

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First Contact

Pairing: Garrus Vakarian x Shepard (any gender (there's only one mention of a bra))

Word count: 1603

Summary: After a hard battle against some Husks, Banshees, a few Brutes, and three Harvesters, you were ready for some shut eye. Out of everyone, you had ended up the least injured. To save Mordin some time and materials, you head up to your quarters and undressed halfway. You began to work on your own injuries in the mean time. Then, there's a knock at the door. It's Garrus, so you allow him to enter. But you forget the state of yourself. Maybe, that help in your favor.

Author notes: To be honest, I've done little snippets for Shep and Garrus in my writing class. None of them were finished of course when you only have fifteen minutes to do a prompt. This is my first, finished piece for the two. Depending on my mood, I might actually finish and post them. I don't think they'll be super long or multiple chapters. This one might be. Probably turn to smut if I do continue it.

Also, this has not been beta read. I just finished it and decided to post it. If there are any confusing or big mistakes, let me know. I'll read it on my work break tonight and fix them.

Ao3

There was a nervousness in your stomach as Garrus entered the room. The grey door softly closing behind his lean frame. Garrus wasn’t wearing his armor from the latest battle. You, yourself, were still cleaning up with a few new cuts and gunshot wounds. They were small, not worth attention of Mordin. Instead, you decided to just head to your room and settled there for the night.

That’s exactly what you were doing. No shirt, just a bra and short-shorts on. Your body nearly on full display; scars, stretch marks, and all.  And Garrus’s eyes couldn’t look away. They trailed down the length of it and took in everything that made you, you.

As the turian stood there in a trance, you began to worry. Did he not like what he saw? You knew your years in the Alliance had marred your skin. It couldn’t be that bad? Was it? Did your human body freak him out? Humans and turian definitely have their physical differences. It was probably weird to look at from his point of view.

“Garrus?” your voice soft with a small tremble. On the field, you would’ve powered through. Yet, in safety of the captain’s room, where you exposed yourself so open, in front of someone you had fallen for so long ago, you were scared. In all reality, you were terrified if he didn’t like how your body looked this day and age.

The sound of his name being called snapped him from his thoughts. Garrus gazed up at your beautiful face and took in the fearful look in your eyes. Huh? It was an expression he rarely sees on you.

Without thinking, he came up to you and held your face in his three-fingered hands. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay?” he sprouted out, not giving you a chance to speak. You softened under his touch and smiled minutely up at him.

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” you stuttered and melted. It was stupid to think that this turian would care about the scars. He’s seen you before, with a little more clothing, but never said anything about it. That little voice still tried to speak but you pushed it back so it didn’t have a voice.

He special beyond belief. He’s had your back since the beginning of this whole ordeal. Why in the world would he care about what you looked like?

You slightly bowed your head and laughed quietly, shoulders shaking. Garrus tenses and pulls away, his warm hands no longer touching you. “Did-did I do something?” he questioned, mandibles twitching. Your head snapped up.

“Heaven’s no! Sorry, I just got a lot going on,” you apologize and shied away from the towering alien. Guilt began to gnaw away at your precious heart. Your brows furrowed upwardly. That was stupid. Your thoughts were always getting in the way of your life and you wanted to live. Just… just live, Shepard.

Garrus nodded his head slower than normal but kept his eyes on you. The turian knew something was brewing inside of that mind of yours. Well, usually there it. This was different though and he didn’t like it.

Carefully, he took another step towards you and rested a hand on your right shoulder. The other had a nasty bruise that was already blooming. All he wanted to do was nuzzle against it and kiss your worries goodbye. Life doesn’t work that way. He knew this from his own experience. Instead, he leaned forward a little then stopped.

The two of you have done this before but he always wanted to make sure it was okay with you. Your face spilt with a grin and returned the action. Your foreheads met softly. Your hand coming up to brush down the bony cheek of his.

“You should let Mordin take a look at those before they get infected,” he softly commanded. His hand moving up to your own, softer cheek. The clawed end lightly stroked your bottom lip. Without thinking, you gently licked the tip.

His mandibles flared outward and he jerked back, brows lifted up. Automatically, you thought you had done something bad and went to move back. Yet, Garrus hooked his hand behind your neck and stopped you. “Shepard, sorry. I-I wasn’t expecting that… but-but I know something e-lse you could lick.” Those words made your mouth drop before yours shoulders started to shake again. You were laughing.

At first, Garrus felt a range of emotion but knew you had no ill intent. So, the turian laughed with you as well.

When the laughter died in your chest, you grinned widely up at him. “I might have to take up that offer one day. You know, test your reach and my flexibility.” Both his jaw and mandibles fell at that. He loved you for longer than he even truly knew but that just made him fall harder for you.

Garrus moved his hand back to your cheek; the other following a second later. Then, he pulled you in.

His lips rested awkwardly on yours. Turians don’t kiss, not the way that humans do it. But he wanted to show his love to you in way you would understand.

You ripped away from him, shock evident on your features. He kissed you. He kissed you! But… he’s a turian.

A nasty feeling pooled in your chest when your mind brought up that thought. No, it didn’t matter that he’s a turian. The people around you, the crew, will judge. Almost all being human and remembering the First Contact War. But you loved him. A lot.

He saw the look in your eyes and immediately knew he messed up; his hands dropped as if your skin burned him. You might leave him now and Garrus couldn’t live a life without you in his. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, voice trembling under the weight of holding back the immense guilt after pushing himself on you. So stupid! That was so stupid of him.

Before he could move away from you, you tugged him back and smashed your lips on his nearly unmovable ones. His hands slowly came up and rested hesitantly on your hips. The softest of moans escaping his throat. A burning smirk yanked at your lips before returning back to the matter at hand.

The turian didn’t know what to do, that much you could tell from him. When in the real world, he acted like a bigshot but in a vulnerable spot, he’s so soft and caring. So, you grabbed one of his hands and put it on the back of your head. Next, you carefully licked at his hard lips. He opened up, the thing you were silently asking for. Perfect. Your tongue slithered into mouth and lapped at his own.

Another moan pierced the electric air. The hand on the back of your head held on tighter, fingers beginning to get lost in the strands. You, yourself, pressed yourself more against Garrus. He tugged with his other hand and pulled both of you closer, not allowing a breath of air between you.

He easily felt your heat spreading against his warming frame. “Shepard,” he whispered against your lips and held you just little closer.

You hummed in question, devouring every little sound or move he made. It was adorable and lovable all the same. “If we don’t stop, I can’t promise I’ll be able to control myself anymore.” The way his voice had a flang to it while he said that… you know your underwear was drenched now.

To spare yourselves from the possible embarrassment of an awkward night, you detached your lips from his and stared up at him. The glazed overlook in his alluring blue eyes was something you could never forget for the rest of time. You let a hand roam up to the back of fringe and your fingers graze over the hidden skin there. A spot you learned when you overheard a conversation at the Citadel.

Garrus’s head tilted back, fully exposing his neck to you. “Shepard.” His voice more hoarse than before, deeper as well. Your name was said in warning. Finally, you backed off with hesitancy. You got your bite of him. Now, like a predator, you didn’t want to let your prey to get away.

“Alright, alright. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” you explained and let your forearms settle on his shoulders. The two of you looked at one another. Love filled both of your eyes to the brim. “I… I deeply care about you, Garrus. I want you to know that. You don’t have to tell me you fe-“

Hard lips smashed into your softer ones for a few long moments before pulling back. Garrus loved you. “I feel the same way, Shep. I… I don’t know what you want to consider this but I want to be in your life.” He paused then realized what he had said. “What-what I mean is, well…” But he didn’t know how to explain it.

Not that he needed to.

You rested a hand on his carapace and that quieted him. “I understand.” And you truly did. He’s been at your side since the beginning. You’ve come to know and learn him. This is just the next step.

“Well, what next?”

A daring smirk etched onto your face. “Why don’t you help me with these wounds of mine?” You knew if he was human, his entire face would be red at the notion. You giggled and gently pulled him to follow your form into the bathroom.

The cuts weren’t going to clean themselves.

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After working on this for so long, the two are here! Ester Shepard and her shining prince: Garrus Vakarian, Originally, Ester had pink hair in the game but I decided to change it

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I’m deciding to post some of my sketches of Turians and learning about their anatomy. I have their head down, just learning their body now. I like to first learn the body first before any clothes/armor gets put on