#ladiesofmasseffect

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[theycallmeanimeprotagonist]

“And he chose you.”

(I am no good at making pretty edits like you guys do out there, but I love my child, so)

[bloomingjellies]

I might have watched some dancing competitions. 

[erughostcat]

she fuckin loves me tho

[sleppyuki]

Miranda Ryder

[imjustafig]

The Tub

Mass Effect - FemShep x Liara

Shepard discovers the hot tub in Anderson’s apartment

Rated T - Words: 397

“Holy Crap,” was all Shepard managed to say when she walked into another bathroom. It was a recurring theme in her exploration of Anderson’s apartment. She thought her cabin on the Normandy was big, but this place...it was never ending...and the tub…

Shepard pulled up her communicator on her omni-tool and made quick work of calling her favorite space nerd.

“Shepard,” Liara’s voice greeted.

“Liara...” Shepard paused mid thought distracted by the bubbling water and obvious heat.

“Shepard? Are you alright?”

“Liara...” She tried again, “Hot tub.”

“Hot...Tub?”

“It’s huge!” Shepard almost bounced with excitement. “I bet we could fit the whole crew in here.

“Really?” Liara’s concern turned curious. “That would have to be a rather large tub. I suppose there is only one way to be sure. I will begin gathering the crew at once.”

“Wait, what?”

“See you soon.”

“Hello??” It was too late. The connection was terminated and it was only a matter of time before Liara would show up with too many people to try to fit in the tub. Probably for science.

Shepard scrambled. She wasn’t prepared to host guests. Usually, she only had to entertain one person at a time, more often than not, in her cabin while they hit on her and she pretends not to notice. She didn’t know why they bothered. She is a one blue woman kind of woman.

The doorbell rang. All Shepard had managed to put together was a bag of old tortilla chips and a bowl of rehydrated guac. She plastered on a smile, but couldn’t hide the panic showing itself as sweat. This was going to end horribly for everyone. Specifically Shepard.

She exaggerated. She knew she exaggerated. Liara should have know she was exaggerating. It was a big tub, but there was no way the whole crew would fit, especially if Liara brought the Krogans and James. They were just too big!

Commander Shepard took a deep breath and toughened up. She opened the door to greet her guests. Only there was only one.

Liara stood there in a long dark coat, not another soul in sight.

“Where is everyone?”

Liara shimmered with the flow of her biotics. The coat slipped off and piled at her feet. There was no other barrier to keep Shepard’s eyes from her skin.

“A good science experiment always starts with a controlled test.”

“...holy crap.”

[spectacledotter]

Microfic: Not Alone

Fandom: Mass Effect

Pairing: Liara T’Soni/Diana Shepard

Content warnings: nudity mentions

Words: 387

Liara pours shedding oil into her hand and rubs it over her shoulder and down her arm. Asari shed their skin about once every few months, and the stress of Mars and everything that's happened since has made her start shedding earlier than usual. The oil helps the skin break up and slough off easier. It's not her preferred brand, but soldiers can't be choosers.

"Glyph," she says to her AI assistant--who was supposedly a VI, but the more she works with him the more self-aware he seems--"make a note in my personal calendar of the start of my shedding period."

"Note created, Dr. T'soni," Glyph confirms cheerfully. "Shall I alert you when the start of your next shedding period is close?"

"Not yet, Glyph. I just want to keep track of it."

Just as she undoes her bra to start rubbing the oil on her chest and back, her door beeps with an entry request. "Ah--who is it?" she asks, pulling the bra back together.

"Shepard," comes the voice from the other side.

The doors hiss open at Liara's omnitool command, and there stands Diana Shepard in nothing but a T-shirt and leggings--sleeping clothes. Her shaggy dark hair is a mess, and her blue eyes are dull and shadowed. "Liara," says Diana quietly, "can... can I sleep with you?"

"Diana!" Liara takes her by the hand to lead her to bed. "Of course you can. A nightmare?"

"Yeah. Seems like it's every night now." She sinks down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Liara stretches out next to her. "Are you dreaming about Mindoir again?"

"No... it's hard to explain. I just remember this feeling of ... separation, intense loneliness, drifting in the void..." She trails off.

"It's all right--you don't have to go on," says Liara quickly. Her death--Diana is dreaming about her own death. With gentle fingers, she traces the slight scars on Diana's face where the green glow of the cybernetics within pokes through like sunlight through an overcast sky. Slowly, Diana's eyes close and she curls into Liara's arms, burying her face in her breasts as Liara strokes her fingers through her hair.

"I don't want to be alone like that again, Liara," breathes Diana.

"I promise, love, you never will be. I'm here, and that won't change."

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