#sharkarian

[wafflesrock16]

Ladyhawk/Sharkarian AU #5

I’m feeling like I’m on a role with this today. Also, I Iove Mordin:

“It is a dark curse,” Mordin tells her as the embers of their fire dance high in the blackened night. Kasumi leans forward on her knees, eyes alert and still unbelieving of the sight she has seen; a wounded hawk turning into a turian prince with silver plates and sapphire eyes.

Mordin stares into the leaping flames, black eyes roving back in time. He tells her of a noble lady who was swift with a sword and had a face so lovely the angels sang her praises. And a turian prince with a wicked shot and a voice like honeyed wine. 

The cruel and conniving Illusive Man had seen the lady, a human so brave and beautiful that death had been unable to keep her, and the tyrant wanted her for himself. He sent her letters with pretty words, roses on the vine. But the lady would have none of it and returned his corrupted poems of thorns unopened.

Her heart belonged to the turian prince with cobalt paints and gold latticed hood, the only sun in her sky. She married him in secret, but their union was revealed to the Illusive Man, who made a demonic deal with the Reapers of the abyssal plains beneath the blackened tide.

A curse befell the lovers; a lance of pitch striking prince Vakarian in the face as he attempted to shield his lady wife, only to meet with ruin. By day, the fair prince with eyes the color of the summer sky is cursed to soar the empty heavens, a magnificent hawk, forever alone, but not. By night, the beautiful lady is doomed to roam the forests and hillocks, a gorgeous wolf, crying to a cold dead moon, weeping for the embrace of her turian love.

“So long as there is day and night,” Mordin says with sorrow in his tone, “the two shall never be together.” He looks to Kasumi and there suddenly sparks like a comets’ tail hope within his eyes. “But I’ve seen a way,” he tells her. “I’ve been shown how to bring them back.”

[mass-effect-anonymous]

Confession:  I had a realization, i physically can not finish ME3. I have started the game countless times, and once i get to the last mission “Priority: Earth” i just stop playing. I have only ever finished the game twice, tops. My heart just can not take it. I can not leave Garrus, he is my baby, I CAN NOT.

[velvet-apricots]

(◡‿◡✿)

[starlightwrites]

Moments Between!

               She was laughing at something he’d said and made some retort, but the words wouldn’t process. There was a faint, high-pitching ringing in his brain, and he could feel the blood pounding under his skin. His talons dug into the metal console. He was back on Omega all over again—the smell of smoke and burning bodies as he’d given the dead the only funeral they’d get. Exhaustion. That dizzy feeling when he’d been at his post pounding stims, no food or sleep for days. Just water, omnigel for his gun, and med packs. That hot, mechanical smell as his rifle overheated. Gunfire. Every different type of blood you could imagine—Vorcha, Krogan, Salarian, Asari, Human, Turian…Shepard had stopped talking, but he hadn’t noticed until she was right behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Here’s the update! Sorry I have been so erratic when it comes to posting! I am in grad classes and it has been hard to find the time/emotional energy. Thank you for sticking with me! <3

[wafflesrock16]

Ladyhawk/Sharkarian AU #6

Wasn’t sure I’d be able to get this out today, but this was another scene in the film more than worthy of writing down:

She is often compared to dragon’s fire; hot and intense in battle, red hair flying in the wind like flame. But her rage and fury are things of the cold; an insidious, creeping frost that gnaws at old wounds, numbing limbs and turning them dead and black.

Her frostbit wrath explodes out on the small thief like an arctic gale. Kasumi lost her sword? Her sword! Her family heirloom and the weapon she needs to strike the Illusive Man through his cursed, dead heart?

She has trusted Kasumi to watch over her possessions, and her love, when the pitiless moon rises, and her mind is ripped from her, sentience of no use to the wolf. And her trust has been betrayed yet again! The smaller woman has no excuse; it fell into the frozen fjord?

Shepard lashes out, pushing the incompetent thief to the snow-covered ground. Kasumi cries out – an overreaction to Shepard’s aggression – but as her hood falls back, the raven-haired woman’s agony in reveled; gashed into her pale flesh are red ribbons of raw and mangled skin. Vicious claw marks that will scar and burn into Kasumi’s chest and shoulders.

“What happened?” Shepard whispers, her rage melted by the simmering fear of truth.

“That happened last night.” Mordin answers instead, his face a serious mask. “While she was saving your life.”

Half-memories call to her from beyond the ivory moon; cracking of ice, water cold and deep, Garrus’s shouts and subvocal pleas and Kasumi’s hands…

“Forgive me,” Shepard mutters leaning back against her steed. She looks to Kasumi, her friend, her savior, and suddenly Mordin’s impossible plan doesn’t seem so farfetched. Garrus believes in it, so she’s been told. And she owes it to him, to her comely husband, to try this thing, to at least try.

Gently embracing Kasumi, mindful of her wounds, Shepard concedes to their idea. “Come,” she says. “I’ll show you how to cage a wolf.”

[wafflesrock16]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/14 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Garrus Vakarian, Illusive Man, Kai Leng, Mordin Solus, Kasumi Goto Additional Tags: Ladyhawke is a wonderful movie, told vingette style, started as a warmup, sharkarian forever Summary:

Told in vignette style, this fic is based off the 1985 film “Ladyhawke.” Cursed by the vile Illusive Man, Garrus is a turian prince by night and a gorgeous hawk by day, while Lady Shepard is doomed to roam the woods as a wolf by night while she is a beautiful woman when the sun is out. A tale of love, revenge and camaraderie.

Had some extra time today, so here’s the first 5 parts of my Ladyhawke/Shakarian AU in chronological order.

[wafflesrock16]

Ladyhawk/Sharkarian Crossover

A continuation of this from earlier today. Because I had to write some fluff/happy ending, no?

He can’t be real, flickers through her mind like a candles’ flame in a breeze. They can’t both exist at the same time. It’s impossible. But as she lowers her sword and crosses the space between them, hope begins to swell within her chest like a building wave.

She dares to extend her hand, braces for heartache, and is instead rewarded with the feel of solid facial plates and smooth hide beneath her trembling fingertips.

“Garrus?” She asks, tracing the cobalt colony markings across his face, the shape and pattern still so familiar.

Large, rough, three fingered hands caress her cheek and rub gently at her skin. “Jane.” He whispers in his duel toned voice that she’s only heard in dreams. She looks up to his eyes and her breath catches. Blue as a cloudless sky, open to her in all their unspoken emotions. She laughs, though the noise is choked and echoes inside the Cathedral walls.

She’s nearly forgotten how tall he stands. How sure and steadfast. Standing on tip-toes, soft human lips press against warm turian mouth plates. His slender blue tongue wraps around her own as he pulls her tightly against him, his hands still exploring, re-familiarizing himself with her waking body.

The monks and other acolytes are quiet. They are witnessing a miracle. Somewhere Kasumi and Mordin are smiling loud enough for everyone.

She forces herself to pull from Garrus’s tight embrace. There’s one more thing to be done. Walking up to the Illusive Man she drops a well-worn leather collar at his feet. She is no longer his dog. His wolf. She was never his. 

She turns her back on him, and with a confidence she has not felt in nearly two years, walks back to Garrus. Back to her home and her heart. She hears behind her a demonic rumble of muttered thunder and the words, “if I can’t have you, no man will!”

There’s a shout and a bang and the sound of an arrow hitting its mark. The Illusive Man lies dead, pierced through his blackened heart by Garrus’s crossbow.

Garrus’s eyes are wide, mouth parted as he runs to her, tossing away his weapon. She’s wrapped within his arms once more as the moon passes over the sun. She feels the warm press of daylight on her head, her clothes, her soul. 

Garrus has lifted her into the air, eyes alight in adoration as he proclaims “I love you” to anyone and everyone who can hear. And she says it back as they twirl in daylight, together again, as they are meant be, and how they will always be. Shepard and Vakarian, until the end of time.

[wafflesrock16]

Ladyhawk/Sharkarian AU #4

Took a few liberties here, but hopefully it’s still in keeping with the overall tone of the film:

He inhales the silken fabric, clings to the memory the smell brings him. The scent of lilac and sun and her. His Jane. He can only glimpse her in the waning rays of the dying day, and the faint glow of light upon her face does nothing to capture her radiance, her ethereal beauty.

When he first saw her at a gathering between their cities, he knew that he was lost. Her eyes were emeralds, her hair rubies, skin pearl. She was a treasure beyond any comparison. And her wit and brilliance with both words and blade had captured his heart entirely. Lady Shepard, the adopted daughter of Lord Anderson.

They’d kept their love a secret, least those who wanted her for their own tried to part them. Stolen kisses in the gardens of Aquila, moonlit walks around Palaven tower; her small, strong hand in his own. Whispered promises of forever, when they married in a small ceremony at the tiny village church.

He can still feel the velvet tresses of her hair through his hands, taste the sweet honey of her mouth against his, and hear her musical calls of his name on her lips. She smelled like lilacs then, too, as they lay spent and intertwined in the meadow near the church after their first time. Crushed flowers perfuming his plates and her skin. A heaven in the living world. A belonging he’d never known before. 

He keens softly in his subvocals as he tucks her wedding dress back inside his satchel. She wears it for him in the day. Fills it with her scent, so when the lonely night claims her, she is still with him; in memory and spirit.

One day, he’ll touch her again as he did before. With Kasumi’s aide, he’ll kill the Illusive Man, or else Shepard will, and they’ll be together again. No longer parted with the breaking of day or birth of night. One day.