Garrus is almost at his wit's end. Shepard is running out of patience. They're finding it hard to be optimistic right now.

"The bones of his former comrades have long turned to dust in the wake of past eons, but memories are not quite so easy to kill as Protheans." - Javik at the fall – because rest is for the weak.

Pathfinder Ryder and the Initiative have seen success settling Andromeda with the activation of Meridian. What else wakes in Heleus? Post game story. Spoilers. Sara Ryder.

After further consensus, we have decided it is time for a sequel. Legion and Socks are back, and our favorite feline has plenty of a mark to make on the crew of the Normandy! From making people's lives difficult, and interrupting Thane's down time, to stealing Garrus' visor(and Kasumi's heart while he's at it), Socks will go above and beyond from his perch on Legion's head.

On her way to a briefing, Shepard overhears her companions' opinions of her driving.

Shepard had been worried about Kaiden since being resurrected by Cerberus, but what happens when they meet on Horizon and how does it effect her, on top of all the stress of having to save the universe a second time and being under the Illusive Man's thumb? At least someone is there to comfort her in her time of need. ME2 Story, FemShep x Garrus with some FemShep x Kaiden.

Set within the last part of Worst-Laid Plans. Shepard goes to Alchera, and spends some time thinking about her old crew.

A story about how two men come to grips with loving the same woman. This is rated M for language and sexual content. Please note I'm not a writer, editor, or English major - there will be mistakes. It will not always follow the canon game.

She'd told him in his office, a few hours before. Now, sitting in their darkened apartment, he didn't know if he could face her, didn't know if he could comfort her when he could hardly comfort himself. She was his life. And she was dying. Oneshot. Alec Ryder/Ellen Ryder hurt/comfort fluff.

This is the second part to an AU story, Promises Kept, written at the request of another author. Shepard and Miranda have conquered the Collectors, and Miranda has been presented as humanity's second candidate for Spectres. Shepard, is in lockdown for his joining of Cerberus and Miranda is being evaluated as a Spectre candidate ... just as the Reapers arrive.

What lies past the events of "Crucible." An unwanted destiny that must be fulfilled - one way or another.

"Surrender" just wasn't in her vocabulary, it never had been. Cross-posted on AO3.

After the events on Tuchanka, Benjamin asks Adrien Victus to put a name on the Normandy's memorial wall. Garrus watches the Primarch's veneer begin to break.

Jane Shepard may very well be the strongest being in the galaxy and can defeat any enemy in a single punch, yet no one knows or cares. That will all change when she attracts a self proclaimed disciple, the attention of a group advocating for the ultimate transcendence of humankind, and the attention of a species that threatens the galaxy. (inspired by One Punch Man anime)

First Contact AU: What would you do if you find out that you were revived from death by moving your consciousness into a robotic body and then also learn that your descendants have established an interstellar empire that bows to no one? That's my situation right now. My name is David Escher Senior, and welcome to my rather turbulent second life.

In honor of ME:A's botched release, I've decided to finally sit down and write a novelization of ME2 and ME3, like I always said I would. Some parts will cover in-game material, others will be entirely new. Comments and critiques are welcome, as I have little experience writing sci-fi. Credit to Bioware for the amazing ME universe.

(Bro!Ryder/Gil) In which Gil isn't the only one losing sleep on the Tempest.

An essay and writer's guide detailing the problem of "animalization" in turian-focused Mass Effect fanfiction: what it is, why it's bad, and how to avoid it in your own work. Rated T due to relatively frank discussion of the smuttier side of the fandom. Comments, critique, discussion and debate welcomed.

With Kadara's vault purified, Ryder and the girls decide to take the night off and enjoy a girls night out in Tartarus. Ryder thought she can finally let her guard down but she was wrong. Her crew was as relentless as any Kett. Their target was her and their ammo was Reyes. Timeline: Day After the Roekaar Mission, Ryder Purifying Kadara's Vault

A series of one-shot Mass Effect poems featuring Rosamund Shepard, a paragade vanguard Femshep. So far it includes such poems as, "Into the Serpent Nebula" and "The Sands of Edolus". Some of those yet to come are "The Last Stand of Fai Dan" and "Over Alien Shores". {"The Song of the Shepard" in it's entirety can be found at charlotteannrose.wordpress (plus . com)}

"When your back's against the wall...don't run from it, use it." That's something Scott would always remember his dad saying. The man wasn't the one to speak but when he does it was always worth remembering. Forward. That's Scott can look to, Andromeda is going to be the ultimate challenge...is he up for?

Miranda Lawson spent two years researching and bringing one person, the famous Commander Shepard, back to life. So she shouldn't have been surprised when Shepard woke up and absolutely loathed her./ Garrus knew his best friend was dead. When Shepard proves him wrong, she's not exactly what he was expecting. ME2 through the eyes of Miranda and Garrus. F!Shep/Miranda slow burn.

Ryder, Cora, and Peebee have a bit of fun aboard the Tempest...

It's been eighteen years since the party on Meridian. Sara's been stuck in stasis for seventeen of them. And, as usual, no real problems have been solved without the hero, but complications abound. Slow burn. Sara/Peebee, Scott/Cora, Gil/Reyes, maybe more. Spoilers everywhere. Darkening the tone, playing with the story, and enjoying the hell out of these characters.

Ambedo: n. the kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details – raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee – briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake. Scott marvels at the new world.