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[wafflesrock16]

Chapter 12 of Like Poetry is now up! Take Earth back. Enough said.

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

sexual tension (tm)

[wafflesrock16]

Chapter 11 of Like Poetry is up! The calm before the storm with gifts and the Citadel party.

[rivaljupiter]

Everyone Has a Breaking Point

Do you ever think there was a moment for Shepard where she was beyond exhausted? Almost to the point that she couldn't stand upright anymore? That she was practically dead on her feet and on the verge of passing out? I like to imagine that the stress of everything got the better of her one night and Garrus noticed her being acting strangely. When he asked her if she was okay, she couldn't answer him. She just collapsed and Garrus had to rush to catch her. While he ordered someone to go get Chakwas, Garrus just held her and told it was going to be okay.

"I've got you Shepard. I got you."

[perseus-huntress]

Meet me at the bar

@puppypopcornpizza what have you done.... 

“Hey” her voice came out as barely a whisper.

“Hey Shepard” he answered whilst leaning heavily against the bar counter, his eyes half closed.

“Garrus, it’s me…” her voice was shaking.

“I know who you are” the turian’s voice was flat, his subharmonics almost lifeless.

Shepard stared, her breath quickening, becoming irregular. He still wouldn’t look at her but instead traced patterns in the condensation on his glass.

“Did you want something?” he sighed finally, closed his eyed completely.

“I… Garrus… it’s me…” she stammered, trying to make him understand.

“You don’t have tell me who you are Shepard. Spirits know it’s painful enough you being here in the first place. Why won’t you leave me alone?” his voice was quiet but the subharmonics betrayed his own uncertainty.

Shepard swayed on the spot, grabbing hold of the table top to keep herself steady.

“Why won’t you look at me?” she begged, tears prickling her eyes.

“Because you disappear when I do” he exhaled “I hate myself for it, but I need you to stay, just a little longer.”

“But I’m here, right now” tears spilled onto her face.

“You’re always there Shepard.” Garrus let go of his glass and buried his face in his hands “It’s been a year since you’ve left me, left us, and yet you are always there, they tell me ‘you have to let go, you have to move on’ but I can’t. No matter where I go, what I do, you are always there. Damn it Shepard, I can’t live like this, I can’t live without you”

She reached out to him, wrapping her hands around his cradling his head.

“Don’t!” Garrus jerked away as if burnt, his subharmonics screaming in pain.

Shepard stepped closer still reaching out to him again.

“DON’T YOU DARE!” Garrus sprung to his feet still refusing to look her, the bar stool crashed to the floor spinning away.

“Hey buddy, if you and your girlfriend are going to cause a scene, go outside!” the barman barked at him.

Garrus blinked.

“You can see her?” he whispered.

“Can hear her too, the hell is wrong with you?” the barman spat.

He blinked again, he didn’t breathe, he looked at Shepard. Tears stained her face, she looked up at him with red rimmed eyes. 

Garrus reached out a shaking hand, his fingers connected with her delicate skin criss-crossed with thin new scars. Shepard leaned into his touch, closing her eyes, intertwining her own fingers with his.

He exhaled a shuddering breath.

Garrus rushed towards her, enveloping her, her tiny frame fitting into him just as it did moments before she left. He felt her there, she was solid, she was really there.

“Shepard…” violent sobs shook through him, he buried his face in her hair, eyes squeezed shut too afraid to look again.

“Garrus…” she smiled through the tears.

“You’re… you’re…” he whimpered.

“Meeting you at the bar, I promised” she smiled wider.

[perseus-huntress]

Yeah so I am updating again, because I really really REALLY wanted to show you this one. I will re-tag at a later date. 

I hope you enjoy, because... well you will see :D *squeaks* 

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7939225/chapters/18148006

Still reeling from her meeting with Tevos, Shepard made her way slowly to the Spectre's Office embedded into the Embassies. Cerberus was under Alliance control? When did that happen? More importantly HOW did that happen? And what about Sovereign's attack? Surely the council hardly needed to hide that one form her, she was there. None of it fit the story.. Come to think of it, she did not remember anyone even mentioning the Reapers? Something was terribly wrong.

And who was I sent to see?

Who was this mysterious Mentor everyone refused to name? She twisted and turned the unfamiliar word in her mind. Anderson would certainly qualify as a mentor of sorts but it was never anything official he was simply her superior officer, and all superior officers were technically mentors in some capacity. But the way the councillor referred to them, well it seemed much more than just a terrible moniker. She hoped who ever this person was they would at least answer some questions, such as what the actual fuck is happening, and what the ever loving shit is going on? One could dream. The door into the Spectre's office loomed before her, she felt a pang of involuntary excitement about who she would find behind it. Should she knock? Nothing made sense anymore, she felt adrift in the strange sea of both familiar and totally alien, like the SR2 when she first set foot on it, was both home and yet somehow foreign in its angles and curves which were both a replica and something entirely new. She resolved to just walk in, it was her office too, after all. The room was empty, the terminals blinked lazily in the half light, Shepard frowned looking around. Then she heard the shot. Her hand instinctively moved to her side arm. Another shot. It suddenly dawned on her that someone was at the shooting range, her grip relaxed, whoever she was meant to be meeting must be in there. Still,she moved cautiously towards the door, a few more gun shots sounded. Shepard inhaled and opened the door.

A turian stood with his back to her, he wore heavy armour not too dissimilar to the old Kassa Fabrication Colossus which she had back in the day of chasing Saren half way across the galaxy, she could not see his face clearly as he was half turned but white clan markings wove their way all the way to the back of his crest. He unloaded a clip into the target, bullet after bullet hitting dead centre. Shepard was mesmerised even Garrus could never achieve that and he was a naturally gifted marksman even without his visor. “Shepard” the turian spoke softly without looking at her as the last bullet hit bulls eye. She froze, she knew that voice, but this couldn’t possibly be true. “You’re dead…” she whispered horror struck. “Why what have I done now?” Nihlus turned to look at her, his expression puzzled. “Did I forget to lock the door again?” “What door?” Shepard blinked stupidly, her brain was continuously screaming at her drowning out all intelligent thought. “The front door, there is only one door” he frowned at her confusion “Baby are you okay?” “B-baby?” Shepard took a shaky step back away from the turian. “Yes, right sorry, I know you don’t like that one” Nihlus run a hand down the back of his neck his tone apologetic “You haven’t answered my question though?” “Question?” Shepard just kept blinking like a deer in headlights. Nihlus cocked his head and closed the distance between them in two strides. His reached out, cupped her face, a thumb gently traced her cheekbone.

“Shepard you are worrying me.” he looked into her eyes, his own green eyes were soft, full of genuine concern. It was if his touch electrocuted her, shocking her her from her daze, she stumbled away from him startled. Nihlus jerked away from her his eyes widening in surprise. “Honey what’s wrong? What’s going on?” he pleaded with her, but remained at a distance, too afraid to move. “But you’re dead… I saw you dead, Saren shot you… how… what…” Shepard regained the power speech though not perhaps the coherency. “What?” Nihlus made a pained expression “Shepard what are you talking about? Saren is a low ranking bureaucrat after the incident. And I am most certainly not dead” he prodded a finger at his chest as if to reassure her. “See? Very real” She just stared at him, immobile in shock.

Saren is alive?! Nihlus is alive?! What is this the night of the living dead?!

Nihlus closed the distance between them and put a gentle hand on her arm. “Come on, let's go home, I think you need to sleep some more, you are talking nonsense, besides I can show you how real I am and there is that unfinished bottle it must be lonely by now” he spoke quietly, his subvocals purred, his voice seductive. He looked down at her drinking in her face, sighed softly and inclined his head brushing his forehead against hers. That was the last straw for her, she kicked out at him, smashing the ridge of her palm just bellow his crest, like Garrus showed her. Nihlus yelped in pain and jumped back.

“Shepards what the hell!” he yelled, still unsteady on his feet.

But the room was empty, she has already fled.

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[astralchicken]

I recently started reading and caught up with tarysande's A Handful of Dust, and it brought back my love of this pairing with a vengeance. So have some cute and cuddly post war Garrus and Shepard~