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thinking about moving garrus and sidonis onto my multimuse so maybe ill write them more with them being in front of my face on a daily

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k i did it garrus can now be found on my multimuse @from-across-the-stars!!! ill move sidonis later, i ran out of steam >_<

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thinking about moving garrus and sidonis onto my multimuse so maybe ill write them more with them being in front of my face on a daily

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k i did it garrus can now be found on my multimuse @from-across-the-stars!!! ill move sidonis later, i ran out of steam >_<

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thinking about moving garrus and sidonis onto my multimuse so maybe ill write them more with them being in front of my face on a daily

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k i did it garrus can now be found on my multimuse @from-across-the-stars!!! ill move sidonis later, i ran out of steam >_<

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thinking about moving garrus and sidonis onto my multimuse so maybe ill write them more with them being in front of my face on a daily

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“I’m not the one bleeding out in his own bed.” Garrus would be lying if he said he wasn’t angry, his voice twanging with an almost metallic click of rage. “Besides, it’s not all mine. You definitely can’t say the same.” Garrus tried to lift him, but with the fatigue of battle mixed with John’s dense weight trying with everything he had to escape the turian’s grip, he ended up letting John roll back onto the bed with a soft thump to avoid dropping him onto the floor.

“Dammit, John. Will you for once in your life think about your own damn self!” Garrus’ mandibles twitched with a barely concealed rage, his sharp rows of teeth on display in a way that would have any sensible turian cowering. “I already lost you once, don’t make me do it again.” If John pointed out the crack in his voice, Garrus would deny it. He just hoped the human was too out of it to notice.

Garrus took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it back out. “Please.” It was whispered so quietly Garrus wasn’t sure if John’s ears were strong enough to pick it up. “Just let me help you.”

Garrus wasn’t easy to piss off; it was one of the many qualities that Shepard liked about him. He was always a fucking smooth talker, even in situations where John was ready murder someone. Getting Garrus angry was either a testament for how bad off Shepard was, or a triumph, depending on how you looked at it.

Then he had to go and throw in that line: I already lost you once, don’t make me do it again.

Dying had sucked, coming back to life had gotten a lot of people pissed off at him for a reason he still couldn’t wrap his head around. But none of those people were Garrus. In fact, Garrus was basically the only person happy to see Shepard alive and in one piece. Everyone else looked horrified, Vakarian looked relieved.

Turns out the horrified face was just on hold until right now.

“Fine.”

He took pushing down every fiber of his being to say that word, but he did it, unable to stand the guilt swirling in his chest.

“Fine, I’ll—Fuck, I’ll go see Chakwas.”

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Garrus had been so ready for John to keep fighting him, had begun a whole speech in his head about how there was no way he could take care of his precious galaxy while toeing the line between life and deaths door again, but to his surprise it wasn't necessary.

He didn't thank John for finally coming to his senses like others may have, that wasn't how they worked. Instead, Garrus did his best to carefully pull John to his feet, letting him carry his own weight this time, knowing that force was no longer necessary. "Good. Now, if you promise to be on your best behavior for Chakwas, I'll show you the vids we took of the mission. You're really going to enjoy them." He tried to keep his tone light, to keep an air of normalcy around their banter, but the lump of worry in his throat was making it hard.

"Edi, tell Chakwas we're heading down to the med bay. Code level Shepard, she'll know what it means." Despite the gravity of the situation, Garrus was still able to smile at the inside joke shared between the Normandy crew. 'I have already done so, Mr. Vakarian. She is expecting you both, and is gathering the necessary materials required to treat the Commander.' Then a pause. 'I believe it necessary to warn you, she does not seem pleased.' And with that Edi blipped away, leaving the two men simply standing in the middle of the room, pressed against each other's side. It was hard to tell who was holding who up at this point.

"Great." Garrus sighed and turned to John, an almost apologetic look pulling at his face plates. "...Can you walk?" The question was hesitant. John would probably say yes no matter what, but the least Garrus could do was ask, just in case.

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@echoedhope from (X)

Garrus was a fool for thinking Shepard would have ever let him just disappear to wallow in his own feelings by himself, and he would be lying if he said he wanted her to leave. After he had sat down with his bottle and his thoughts, he realized that being alone was the last thing he wanted. He just...wasn't sure how to ask for her company, wasn't sure he deserved it. He had just tried to kill a man in cold blood in the middle of the damn Citadel for Spirits sake. He didn't deserve her, yet here she was, making sure he was okay. Leave it to Shepard to know just what he needed, even if he didn't know himself.

He heaved a deep sigh, taking a long swig from the bottle before answering. "...Yeah, I'm safe, Shepard. Don't worry, I don't plan on showing you what happens when a turian tries to swim." He glanced down over the edge to watch the rippling water below them before shuddering and leaning back. "I just...I don't know. I couldn't think of anywhere else to go, and this is where I would come to hide when I was still with C-Sec. There's no surveillance or patrols, so I could come and wallow all I wanted, as long as no one saw me."

As he talked, Garrus passed her the bottle, a reassurance quick to follow. "Don't worry, It's safe for both levo and dextro. Tastes like shit but, somehow I knew I would end up sharing it with you."

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Before Garrus could answer he saw the sleep slowly pull Shepard under, his smile slipping as his face finally relaxed. “I won’t, John. I promise.” This was said quietly to himself as he sat down near Shepard’s bed. His gaze lingered on his chest, watching it rise and fall with each breathe. How close had his friend come to dying today? If Garrus put his hand on his chest, how erratic would his heartbeat feel?

His talons twitched with the urge, but he ignored it, instead going back to tapping on his omnitool. He pulled up Shepard’s vitals on his visor, making sure to keep a close eye on them as he worked. He wouldn’t leave, not until he had to. For now, he could make sure John slept.

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Garrus had barely made it back onto the ship before he was sprinting to Shepard’s room, Tali giving him a look as he went, damn her for being so smart. He hadn’t even taken off his armor, his helmet still secured to his suit, and gun still slung onto his back. He was covered in ash and blood, mostly red but still with some blue mixed in. That was always inevitable now matter how good of a fighter he was.

When the doors to the elevator had closed behind him, it immediately began to make its way to Shepard’s floor without his input. He said a small thanks to Edi, chest heaving as he tried to take this moment to come down from the battle.

When the doors opened again, it took Garrus only a few long strides to get to John’s door. When it slide open he called out to his friend, but stopped abruptly at the wall of heat that hit him. He didn’t actually feel it, not with his suit still on, but the environmental readings told him all he needed to know.

“It should be with how hot it is in here.” He couldn’t even laugh at Shepard’s grumpiness upon being woken, too much in a panic. He stripped off his helmet, setting it so quickly onto the desk as he passed that it fell to the floor with a loud clunk. “Damn, Shepard. It’s too hot in here even for a turian.” He crouched next to his bed, popping off his gauntlets and setting them on the floor as he went.

Garrus reached for the blanket to pull it away from John’s head, but froze at just how cold his hands felt when he brushed against them. “Shit, Shepard. I thought you said you’d go see Chakwas if it didn’t get better?” He was in a full on panic now, pulling the blankets down and doing a quick cursory check on the rest of him. “That’s it, I’m taking you to the medbay.” He really didn’t want to put Shepard though it if he didn’t have to, but this was too much. If he didn’t do something to help…

Garrus shook his head, moving to hook an arms under John’s knees and neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any other choice. I’ll stay with you the whole time, but I can’t-” Let you die. He really hoped John wouldn’t fight him about this. He didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was, but he had to do something.

For a second, Shepard thought he blacked out on the battlefield and Garrus was glaring over him. He was just about to go off on him for not wearing a helmet when the words finally unscrambled in his head. 

“I was sleeping.” The only excuse he can think of as to why he broke his promise. He hadn’t slept so much since he died. “You told me to sleep, so I slept.” He wanted to crawl back into his mound of blankets, shivering again, when Garrus was suddenly grabbing him. His first instinct was to punch, but fuck if his grip wasn’t weak, especially against someone in armor. The current full strength of his  fist against the metal resulted in a light thump. 

Garrus was bigger than him, yeah. Turians were tall and basically all long muscle, so the fact that he could bridal carry Shepard shouldn’t come as a surprise. The fact that he wasn’t even giving John the option to walk felt overdramatic. “Vakarian, you’re covered in blood,” he could smell it. Apparently that useless cybernetic was still working fine. “Deal with your fucking self before me,” he snapped, but it lacked his usual venom, not for lack of trying.

John tried writhing out of Garrus’ hold and back on the bed, using his body weight to haphazardly get away. If he was sober minded, he’d know it wouldn’t make a difference, that he was making the situation worse for himself than if they just went to medbay. But there was a glaring thought in his head that if he agreed, the ship would get attacked while he was under, or Cerberus would pull something that only Shepard could stop. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be selfish when the whole universe was already going to shit.

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"I'm not the one bleeding out in his own bed." Garrus would be lying if he said he wasn't angry, his voice twanging with an almost metallic click of rage. "Besides, it's not all mine. You definitely can't say the same." Garrus tried to lift him, but with the fatigue of battle mixed with John's dense weight trying with everything he had to escape the turian's grip, he ended up letting John roll back onto the bed with a soft thump to avoid dropping him onto the floor.

"Dammit, John. Will you for once in your life think about your own damn self!" Garrus' mandibles twitched with a barely concealed rage, his sharp rows of teeth on display in a way that would have any sensible turian cowering. "I already lost you once, don't make me do it again." If John pointed out the crack in his voice, Garrus would deny it. He just hoped the human was too out of it to notice.

Garrus took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it back out. "Please." It was whispered so quietly Garrus wasn't sure if John's ears were strong enough to pick it up. "Just let me help you."

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if my partner/friend/commander died and showed up alive and allied with a terrorist organization two years later on a planet that was being actively attacked i would also uhhh not be totally cool and fine with it

[kaidaned]

shepard: no it’s cool cerberus brought me back from the dead with science for free

garrus, unemployed and vibing: i mean hell yeah bro lets do this

kaidan/ashley, employed and doing their best: what the fuck

[emmavakarian-theirin]

redrew this old comic that was inspired by @spacehamsterthings then extended with @quinzelade‘s idea

[c-rowlesdraws]

The metal rings on every elcor’s outfit are there for me to hold onto when I give each of them a gentle, consensual little kiss on the forehead. That’s a 100% true video game fact.

[phantom-kiwi]

totally correct me2 shepard 

[skyllianhamster]

krogan bbys…

[skyllianhamster]

Old doodle of Tali panicking and nearly pushing Garrus off a ridge

[glitchy-npc]

Whatever you do, DO NOT think about Joker completely alone in the escape shuttle after just witnessing the sudden death of his friend and commander DO NOT DO IT

[persephinae]

https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/Aeian_T%27Goni

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How to tame your badboy turian. 

[tnuthan]

Photo mode is just Shepard trying to take flattering pictures of her crew.