#Hannah Shepard

[phantomtoff]

A little sketch before bed :)

#mass effect #hannah shepard #adrien victus #fanart #Victannah #phantomtoff art #my art #turian #rarepair #Hannah Shepard x Adrien Victus #posting art into the void #these two live rent free in my head

[swaps55]

the thought of a hannah shepard character study sends me WILD, i am obsessed with her. i think you write her so well - she's so INTERESTING because a lot of the things she does make absolutely no sense to me! i would die for a hannah shepard character study personally

I've been sitting on this ask only because I wanted to have the time and spoons to respond to it properly.

You have no idea how delighted I am that people find Hannah Shepard so compelling. She's an incredibly complicated character who is TOUGH to parse.

Because Opus is centered around Sam, and she's done some grievous harm to him that can't be undone, she's generally seen by most as an antagonist, someone undeserving of sympathy and very deserving of anger and judgement.

But I often think about how that might shift if she became the central character. I think the world looks very different through her eyes, and she's more of a victim than people realize.

She didn't want kids. She didn't want a family. But she got swept up in the whirlwind that was Daniel Shepard. Did Daniel force her to have a child? Not purposefully. There was no ill intent. But he treated it as a foregone conclusion, and Daniel, like Sam, gets target locked on one thing and often forgets the world around him. He wanted a child so badly, she let him convince her that she did too, because if he was so excited about it, how could it be a mistake?

But for her, it was, and it's a bell you can't unring. I think her decision to walk away, to distance herself from her family, was an act of self-preservation, and one she genuinely thought was the best thing for all of them. She failed Sam, no question, but I think in some pretty significant ways, Daniel failed her. He was so caught up in what he wanted, he didn't leave room for her own needs

She does love Sam, in her own way, but it isn't the kind of love he needs or wants. It's just all she was capable of giving. Her needs and Sam's fundamentally conflict. It's a tragic thing for both of them.

And love her or hate her, without Hannah, the reapers probably win. Hannah is the reason Sam got the biotic training he got. She is the reason he successfully became an N. She is a big part of the reason his career didn't die after Torfan. She advocated, bulldozed, and opened doors for him at every possibly opportunity. She may have failed him as a mother, but she would do anything to make sure he succeeds, and not for her own ego's sake. He isn't a legacy for her, even though Sam probably thinks that. She fights for him behind the scenes, and would do so at the expense of herself if needed. Will we get to see this in Opus? Maybe. I hope so.

Was any of what she did in the best interest of Sam? Probably not. But she was exactly what Commander Shepard, and therefore the galaxy, needed.

A big piece of the overall conflict in Opus centers on how Sam and Commander Shepard struggle so mightily to co-exist, and the ways in which the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. At every turn, Sam has to surrender his own well-being to Commander Shepard, because that's who the galaxy needs. Protecting Sam over Commander Shepard has a huge price. In the end, most everyone, even Kaidan, is forced to choose Commander Shepard over Sam. And Hannah Shepard's relationship with him is one of the lenses to examine that theme.

She's such an important and divisive character, and I love her.

#swaps replies #okaidanalenko #hannah shepard #'shoot it again sam' shepard #opus!verse

[finchmarie]

Art for @korblez of their gorgeous Hannah Shepard who is wearing thee BEST sweater.

So sorry I forgot to post this sooner and thank you sm for dealing with my fic and my beloathed inability to get my tenses correct!!!💖💖

#mass effect #Hannah Shepard #mass effect legendary edition #Mass effect art #Mass effect doodles #finch doodles #from finch

[minthara]

> Mentions of Hannah Shepard in the Mass Effect games.

#gamingedit #meedit #mass effect #meedits #petra.gif #hannah shepard #Commander Shepard #oc: ryan shepard #i literally made this gif set almost 2 years ago its been in my drafts ever since #i wanted to use to for the me gif meme thingy but its too ugly for that #i need to write some hannah ryan stuff their relatinoship is so mhmgmgm ffmfm !! yum!!! i love them and them hating and loving each other

[vividdreamer624]

In this house we ship Adrien Victus/Hannah Shepard. Art done by the wonderful @tightassets

#Victannah #adrien victus #hannah shepard #rarepair

[iheartgarrus]

N7 Month Day 3: Flight

(AO3 Link - Shepard leaves Earth. Rocky mother-daughter relationship ahead.)

When Shepard left Earth with Hannah and the Alliance, she had never so much as been on an airplane, let alone a spaceship. They took a shuttle from Chicago to the Alliance Spaceport in Vancouver, and she was glued to the window the whole way - it was partially a tactic to avoid talking to Hannah, but it was also the way the landscape looked so tiny from that altitude - the world she knew rendered in miniature. She could barely make out the cars. And when they took off from Vancouver on the Einstein, she and some of the other kids crowded into the observation deck to watch their home planet shrink down to a little blue dot so impossibly far away.

That's when it felt real for Shepard. When it truly started to sink in that she was leaving her old, miserable life on the streets behind. No more Reds. No more shitty group home. She didn't know if she'd ever be ready to have a relationship with Hannah - didn't know if she'd ever call her "Mom" - but she felt a sort of uncomfortable gratitude toward her. Because without this chance, she knew she'd have probably died on those streets before she hit 25.

Months later, she was doing her math homework one night (she was good at math, it turned out), and she paused, looking up at where Hannah sat across the mess hall table with a datapad of her own. "Hey, Hannah?"

Hannah set the datapad down. "What's up, kid?" She was always attentive when Shepard asked for something - trying to make up for lost time.

Shepard was quiet for a moment. Opening up like this - it wasn't easy for her. "Thanks," she finally said. "For getting me off Earth."

Hannah smiled, her eyes shining. "I'd have never left you behind."

#mass effect #shepard #hannah shepard #n7month #n7 month 2023 #fanfic #my work

[astorythatwritesitself]

Survivor's Guilt

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Title: Survivor's Guilt Fandom: Mass Effect Rating: T Length: 2,634 Content notes: Xenophobic (as applied to non-human ME species) rhetoric, general Cerberus bullshittery, Poor Parenting I guess? Summary: A general, an ambassador, and a commander walk into a bar to discuss the most important part of any tragedy: How will this look to the wider galactic scene?

Characters: Hannah Shepard, Donnel Udina, Original Human Character(s)

Tags: Cerberus (Mass Effect), Akuze (Mass Effect), I feel Hannah's whole... Deal here needs a CW but fuck if I know how to describe it, Contempt for your kid? Xenophobia?

Addy's fighting for her life, and I'm raiding the bar in a fucking penthouse.

The situation will be what it is either way, though, so why bother facing it sober? Hannah snatches up a good-looking bourbon and considers the glasses neatly lined up along the counter.

Donnel and Sandra walk in to her taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“Is this… necessary, Shepard?” Don says, while the General takes the nearest stool and buries her face in her hands.

“Oh, absolutely, Ambassador,” Hannah says with a sharp laugh. “We've lost a colony. We've lost a lot of good soldiers, and the one we have left is-”

“Would you care to share, Hannah?” Sandra says, mostly drowning out Don's muttering of something to the effect of ‘political nightmare’.

“Get your own. It's not your kid patched up like a quarian ship out there, is it?”

Her eyes sting.

Her throat burns.

It's just the alcohol, Hannah tells herself.

For a few moments there's nothing but the sounds of Hannah rummaging for a glass and some ice, while Sandra pours herself a healthy dose of wine. Don opts for a bottle of water. Hannah considers doing the same - should do the same, she’s not exactly young anymore, even the one pull there means a hell of a headache awaits her tomorrow.

This entire month has been headache enough already. Raids and pirates and smugglers galore, the Council giving humanity the shaft yet again by refusing to allot the barest of resources, refusing any allowance for more troops in this sector or that one - but being ever so eager to allow the Alliance to push forward on some new class of ship, so long as those plucked-chicken shits were involved in every step, and now -

Hannah pours a double shot and downs it like the crap she used to smuggle onto campus back in Kingston, pointedly ignoring how much of it ends up on her sleeve as she pours one more.

It's Don who finally breaks the silence. “How do we even begin to approach something like this?” he says. The calm in his voice is borderline offensive.

“Carefully?” Sandra replies, removing her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. “We start from the top -”

“We lost a colony,” Don shoots back. “That's bad enough - we could have recovered from that. Even the asari have lost colonies in the Traverse. Losing so many soldiers on top of it-”

“To threshers. Everyone is afraid of those things-”

“Which is precisely why they know to look out for them!” Don storms forward, slamming a fist on the countertop, hard enough to make the ice rattle in Hannah's glass. “To avoid them! While we, instead, build a town on top of a nest, without having the slightest idea of their presence! How on Earth must that look?”

God, is that all it's ever going to come back to? Hannah thinks, taking a slow sip and rubbing her temples as Don and Sandra continue bickering. Image - it always comes back to the image. She'd joined the Alliance to advance humanity and leave a legacy to the stars. Joined with the C's after Shanxi turned those dreams into a nightmare of survival, stayed on as they became Cerberus, because it was clear the Alliance wouldn't do enough, not when it could make them look bad to some glorified animals who'd happened to get their first. Days and weeks and years of bureaucratic bullshit, while innocent people got rounded up and branded and sold like cattle-

And yet here you are, sitting pretty in the PR department after all, she thinks, closing her eyes. The other projects advanced humanity, but here were the lucky bastards who had to make sure they looked good doing it; two Alliance grunts and a politician who'd made Hannah genuinely consider snorting her weight in red sand, just to flip him upside down and see if that'd shut him up for a few minutes.

“Do you have anything to contribute, Shepard?”

Speak of the goddamned devil.

“Oh, I think I've contributed plenty to the situation already,” Hannah says through a wretched sort of smile, one that only grows as Donnel's expression sours further.

Sandra, meanwhile, has started pacing. “No matter what, we need to do some damage control - we're not going to come out of this looking good, but something like this could absolutely tank colony enrollment, among other things. Could go as low as after Mindoir. Lower, even, this is the second major hit inside of two years…”

“Exactly. Why in god's name would anyone even want to be a colonist at this point?” Hannah snorts. “Leave the comforts of Sol for a rural pisswater that makes Earth's slums look luxurious in comparison, and if you're lucky, you can assist smugglers and pirates for a few credits! Lord knows the Alliance can't help you, we're spread so thin we can barely hold ourselves together; and the Council won't help us, because god forbid they take some responsibility for bombarding a new species who had no idea they had stumbled into someone else's backyard. Now they tell us we can't make so many ships, can't go here or there without risking interstellar incident; but oh, we're useful guns to take out their fucking four-eyed problems, so they dangle just enough help until the Alliance is in too deep to actually pull out, and we're too damn scared to say fuck them all and strike out on our own.”

“That would be suicide at this point, anyway,” Sandra says, shaking her head. “That's why we need someone in their ranks - they've got a millennia’s head start, but that's all they have on us- god.” She rubs her forehead and leans against the wall. “Can we just blame Anderson for this?”

“Get in line,” Hannah mutters, glancing over at Donnel, who looks rather like he's chewing his own tongue for a moment.

“His being a Spectre wouldn't have made a difference in this situation,” he finally says.

“Might've. Fourteen years is a long time - we could have more weight in decisions. More information. Even if the Alliance's general standing didn't increase, we could have sent him - or another one; I imagine if he'd succeeded, we'd have at least one more by now - in alone, instead of an inexperienced lot-”

“With all due respect, ma'am, shut the fuck up. You know damn well we wouldn't have sent a Spectre even if we had one,” Hannah snaps, raking a hand through her hair. “Yes, the colony went dark, but how the fuck were we supposed to know what was down there? Akuze has never even been targeted by pirates, it was supposed t-” Her breath hitches, and for a moment her voice won't work, and when it does, it's so quiet, there's no hiding how it shakes. “It was supposed to be safe, goddamn it.”

All those families. All those kids.

It's too long before Sandra speaks up again, and Hannah nearly misses the words anyway. Too busy trying to tally up all the names.

“You raise a fair point, Shepard,” the general says in a measured, thoughtful sort of voice. “Udina - you're also right, everyone else knows to keep away from the threshers. That's… likely why Akuze was so quiet, now that I think about it. But do we know what to look for? From orbit, or on the ground? Could we have prevented it in the first place?”

“The most I've ever heard is to be suspicious of flat circles,” Hannah shrugs. “Nothing about how to detect them from orbit, god no. Seismic readings are the most we can get for any lead time.”

“Both the settlement and the unit's camp were on a hill, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Then we'll work with that,” Sandra says briskly. “It's not much, but it is honest - we genuinely had no idea what to be wary of, and if anyone else did have any clue… well, clearly, they didn't think we needed to know.”

“A tragedy,” Don says, and Hannah wants to throw the watered-down remains of her drink in his face at that tone, that smarmy, holier-than-thou tone all politicians got. “A tragic, fatal mistake. The Alliance, naturally, will do all in its power to prevent such another lapse of information - but will the Council do its part? Will they deign to share their knowledge with the newest additions to the galactic community, or will they show that they simply want us out of the way?” He sighs, shaking his head. “It's as good a start as any, I suppose.”

“Might wanna omit that last part for the masses, but cheers otherwise,” Hannah says, forcing herself to down most of what remained in her glass.

“Then, the next matter-”

Oh, motherfucker, you’d better not-

“Shepard. Do we know yet, if she will pull through?”

“Adrian's stable. It looks like the grafts should take,” Hannah says, staring into her glass and gripping it far tighter than is necessary. Deep, slow breaths, she tells herself, but god it's hard to do that and conjure up her husband's voice as he'd rattled off the assessment. “Damage was. Mild, all things considered. Deepest injuries were to her head and neck, but nothing debilitating, nothing some weaves and metal can't patch up. She inhaled some of it, even, but they're pretty sure she'll be able to breathe on her own, once they can take her off the sedatives, doesn't appear to be any irreparable damage. Just some scarring to her throat.

“By current projection - if there are no surprises, she should be physically fit within a month. Isn’t that lucky? But it's only three days in, who knows what the aftereffects could be? We barely know how to detect those things, much less what happens if anyone survives.”

She stares into the glass, into her own murky reflection, trying to shut out Don's relieved sigh. Trying to shut out the question she knows is coming, trying to shut out the subsequent thought, because it is such a terrible, hideous thing, but -

“Do either of you have any idea what will come down, then?” he asks.

God, it would just be so much easier, if Addy had died as well.

“Still in the air.” Sandra at least has the grace to sound somber. “The reports are still… I'm still going over the data, as it were, and discounting Shepard herself, the three of us are the only ones who know the exact… circumstances…”

“Oh, just fucking spit it out. It looks like Adrian fell asleep on her watch, and then abandoned her fucking unit to the worms, is that so goddamn hard to say?”

“But she did send the distress call before they surfaced-”

“Oh yeah, a whole two minutes before; if she'd been awake and paying attention-"

“- and who in their right mind would blame anyone for running in those conditions? We have provisions for extraordinary, unprecedented, or unforeseen circumstances-”

“Which is great for avoiding a court-martial, but how the fuck is that going to sound to those freaks who've been watching her?!” Hannah pounds the countertop, just barely resisting the urge to shatter the glass instead; god but she just wants to see something break.

Don sinks onto the stool beside her. Slowly, fucking primly, he takes another glass and the bottle, pouring out a drink with shaking hands.

“Fourteen years,” he finally says, barely more than a whisper. “Fourteen years before they even thought to give us another chance. Shepard was our best hope, now…”

Now we're lucky if we get one in our lifetimes, Hannah thinks. The alcohol's finally working, it seems, because the thought conjures nothing but a numb, detached disappointment. At the situation, yes - but mostly, (and she's less loath to admit this to herself) at Adrian. The only child she'd ever have, and goddamn blessed - sturdy, smart, strong. Stellar aim. A human biotic who could make some true use of the skills, and what did she do with it? Tech, medicine and diplomacy; thank god she'd at least found the idea of sabotage as interesting as negotiation, enough to accept those invitations to the villa-

God. Would that still continue, after this?

“Shepard is our best candidate,” Sandra says. The words almost echo, the silence had been so complete. “She saved those aliens during Elysium, when their own kind were willing to let them be collateral damage, the Council loved that. The exact details of Akuze can be sealed - the important question is, would she say anything?”

Hannah closes her eyes, considering - Adrian could be so goddamn stubborn sometimes, but… “I don't think so,” she says. “I’m not positive - but I'm fairly sure, especially if I can talk to her when she wakes up.”

“If she can keep this quiet, then so will the Alliance,” Sandra says. “No demerits. N training remains open. We treat this as nothing more than the tragedy it is. We had no way of knowing the worms were there. There was no time to evacuate, they struck before she could distinguish them from an errant tremor. Circumstances being what they were, Shepard made a call no officer should ever make, let alone one so new to the position, and it ensured there was a survivor to even tell the tale.” The general nods, almost smiling now. “We could even play this nicely to the Council species - at the Alliance's expense, unfortunately, but personally I'd rather one of ours among their ranks, get us into shaping policy instead of being shaped by it. The asari will patronize us no matter what, so why not use that? Shepard's barely more than an infant so far as they're concerned, let them pity her. The salarians might have some respect if we frame it as a tactical retreat, they're always criticizing our refusal to admit defeat.”

“And the turians?” Don asks.

“Oh they'll blame the Alliance no matter what,” Hannah says, surprising even herself with a downright chipper tone. “Hell, we could tell them the whole thing down to the last detail, and those idiots wouldn't put any of the blame on Adrian either way. It's always on the superior officers for not knowing if a recruit isn't ready - now how in the fuck are you supposed to know that before put them out there?”

“Correct, if not the most… eloquently put,” Sandra says, narrowing her eyes slightly as they meet Hannah's. “The Alliance takes the brunt of the blame, and Shepard… well. Everyone's afraid of the thresher maws - even batarians, even the krogan. Yet here's one of ours, alive and fairly well in the grand scheme of things, after being ambushed by a nest of them… quite the angle, isn't it?”

“I suppose,” Don says, though his expression still looks grim. “This is, of course, assuming Shepard recovers, and that she's found mentally sound - “

“This isn’t gonna break my kid, Christ,” Hannah says, heedless of how the words begin to run into each other.

“- what's to say this won’t happen again?”

“I might’ve raised a fool, Donnel, but I didn't raise an idiot.” Hannah pushes away from the counter, getting unsteadily to her feet. It sounds like they've got a handle of things, no sense exhausting herself further, not when there's a hangover in the works. Not when she has more work in store later on. “Adrian knows better than to make the same mistakes twice. Hell, if I were a betting woman? I'd say she'd rather die before let herself fuck up like this again.

“So long as she does it after we've got another candidate or a Council seat- and she doesn’t pull stunts like Harkin in the meantime- I’m content. Now goodnight, Ambassador, General. I’d like to get some rest before heading out to the hospital."

#my writing #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #hannah shepard #happy mother's day weekend lmao my Hannah is uh. #well sometimes the leader of the SSV Daddy Issues can have Mommy Issues instead; as a treat

[quvezal]

after almost 2 months I finally did it

my shep parents- hannah and noah, 2175 year

#digital art #art #artwork #mass effect fan art #mass effect #mass effect trilogy #mass effect shepard #shepard #hannah shepard

[sapphodera]

Isn’t it crazy how spacer Shepard has a full on mother and you can only talk to her once a year. AND YOU CANT EVEN TELL HER YOU CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD

#idc what happens if I wake up from dying first thing I’m calling my mom #miranda: Shepard the facility is under attack! #shepard: stfu I need to call my mom #also the fact you have to buy a dlc to talk to her in ME3 when Shepard is under the most stress of their entire lives is crazy #commander shepard #hannah shepard #sid speaks

[phantomtoff]

So I drew that fanfiction idea I had. And I'm still slowly writing that fanfic. Idk, I am now convinced that I just want an excuse to put a Hawaiian shirt on Victus.

#adrien victus #hannah shepard #Hannah Shepard x Adrien Victus #Victannah #rarepair #my art #phantomtoff art #posting art into the void #mass effect #turian

[swaps55]

It has been mentioned multiple times in your Opus series that Sam Shepard looks like his mother

Does that mean that Daniel looks like the default fem!Shepard version?

HAHAHA. I love that idea.

Sam looks exactly like his mother, to the point I ran a screenshot of him through Face App to genderswap him, and this was the result:

That's more or less how I picture her, though she doesn't have long hair.

As for Daniel, well, I am acutely terrible at describing physical attributes, and I'm not very visual when it comes to characters. I think in words, not images, so when I write about Daniel, I don't really have a visual image in my head. For the most part, his physical identity is basically, "very little resemblance to Sam."

For the sake of a power point I made for Sam that started as a joke and got way out of hand, I did pick a face claim for Daniel, and it was Matthew MacFayden, who I thought was a really nice contrast.

But I haven't 100% committed to that. Sometimes I think it should be Joe Flanigan just for the inside joke (he played John Sheppard on Stargate: Atlantis), but in that vein it would also be funny if it were Michael Shanks, who plays Daniel Jackson on Stargate: SG-1, and both would fit the bill from a visual standpoint.

Who knows! Daniel is still evolving, lol.

#swaps replies #misterkissen #daniel shepard #hannah shepard #opus!verse

[pathcrier]

Baby Dahlia with her mama, Hannah 🌟

[Click for better quality]

#she was so squishy #dahlia shepard #commander shepard #hannah shepard #mass effect trilogy #mass effect fanart #mass effect #my art #my ocs

[unabashedllamamusic]

Tonight’s random mass effect thoughts!

- Hannah Shepard acts too much like my mother to not be Jewish. I think Shepard would also have a wonderful time making frequent use of the many ways Yiddish has to express exasperation with some idiot’s tomfoolery. No alien could be prepared for the power of a well-placed “ay gevalt”.

- It’s criminal that there are no curly/natural hair options in the character creator (at least for the OG trilogy femshep- can’t speak to Andromeda or MShep. I’m also on Xbox so I can’t use any mods)

- Traynor is so criminally underappreciated by this fandom. Give this woman some respect. Also, I want to see her play Civ XXVII or some shit, since she canonically likes grand strategy games. Stellaris might work better though. And while I’m here- is Traynor Desi with a white last name/non-Desi dad? Black with straight hair? (my hair could never be that straight for months in space with no straightener or anything). If she is Desi, or Black West Indian, her being allergic to curry powder just seems cruel. Half the Caribbean would starve without it. If she’s West Indian though, and Shepard’s Jewish, their children would be the only representation of me I have ever seen, anywhere.

- I recently learned the citadel was inspired by Babylon 5, fuck yeah

- why the fuck was BioWare so insistent on making every woman in this trilogy the physical embodiment of the Male Gaze

- the protheans have a lot of pyramids lying around on random worlds in ME1. I would pay so much money to see what 2183 History Channel does with this information.

#mass effect #commander shepard #samantha traynor #Hannah Shepard #Babylon 5 mentioned fuck yeahhhhhh #civ vii when #a lesbian allergic to cats also seems cruel #I don’t think I’ve ever met another African-American/West Indian/Ashkenazi person

[ripley95]

Thank you for the tag @ljandersen and @aricazorel It's nice to see some games going around again!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people. 

(I went with 5 and longer excerpts)

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Echoes of Old Embers - FShepard/Kaidan Alenko

“Should we mess with her?” Shepard asked with an evil grin.

Kaidan looked at her with a mix of intrigue and hesitation. “For the record, Maisie’s basically a big child, so the answer to that question is almost always a ‘yes,’” he said with a quiet chuckle.

Shepard nodded, the devilish grin still firmly on her face, as she reached for Kaidan’s hand with her own, gently intertwining their fingers. She immediately revelled in the warmth of his palm against hers, coinciding with an almost immediate sense of regret. Clearly, she hadn’t thought this through. Holding hands was an intimate gesture, and she suddenly realised how big of a mistake she just made. She looked back up to him, not knowing what to do, her evil expression faltering slightly. Kaidan didn’t seem to notice, trying to act as nonchalant as possible to play along with it.

“You sure stepped in it now, Shepard,” he said with a grin, matching her own.

2. Brown Paper Packages Tied up With String - FShepard/Kaidan Alenko, FShepard & Hannah Shepard

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Holographic Christmas tree," Shepard confirmed with a smile.

"Never seen one in person," Kaidan said, looking intrigued.

"Yeah, I suppose all you Earth kids got a real tree, didn't you?" Shepard said with a laugh.

"Ah, I don't know about that. I heard these became pretty popular, but I think the area I grew up in tended to like the real thing better. None of my friends had one of these anyway."

"I always wanted a real one. Not really an option in space."

3. The Calm Between the Storms - Hannah Shepard & FShepard

"Hannah," he greeted.

"Steven." She wasn't typically so informal with him, but she supposed the occasion called for it. He had just gotten her off the hook, after all.

"You look like a chicken with its head cut off."

"Sounds about right," Hannah agreed. "This place is bigger than I remember. Never really been to the interrogation area before. I have no idea how to get out of this place."

Hackett nodded and pointed in the direction of the exit. "It's this way. Care to grab a cup of coffee? There's a vending machine up here. It's terrible, but I know I could use a cup right about now."

"That sounds good," she said with more kindness than she'd spoken to him with since this whole thing began. "I'm sure it can't be worse than space rations."

"Ha," Hackett let out a laugh. "I'm not so sure. Let's go put it to the test, shall we."

They walked down the hallway towards the exit. The vending machine was in a small commons area with a few tables nearby. They each grabbed their coffee and sat at one of the tables. They both sipped carefully, testing the temperature.

"So, what's the verdict?" Hackett asked.

Hannah eyed him questioningly.

"The coffee, I mean," he clarified.

"The blend tastes like it's probably the exact same thing we have requisitioned," Hannah said with a slight smile. "But there's real cream here, so it's no contest. This is better."

4. Not Tomorrow, But Today - FShepard/Kaidan Alenko

I love you.

They say it to each other all the time.

He says it in whispered tones in the early mornings while she’s still asleep. When he gets to see her calm and safe and at peace by his side. He says it with a subtle smile and contentment strewn over his face.

She says it to him at random, in the middle of a conversation. When he speaks with passion and purpose. She says it when she knows she should be listening, but his enthusiasm overtakes her and drowns out his words. She says it spilling from her mouth against her will because she’s so enamoured with this man with so much intensity for everything he does.

5. A Cursed Blessing - Synthesis Ending

...He even gets an invitation to join them in their festivities. He accepts. The laughter of children's voices fills his ears. Stories get passed around the table with ease. There's camaraderie and friends and family. He smiles at the thought. People have come together, and they get to live. They're happy. It's why he joined the Alliance. Why he fought in the war. This. This is what he puts his life on the line for with every mission. It's in these moments he knows it's a blessing.

He turns in the middle of the night and moves his arm to envelope a body that isn't there. His fingers brush the empty pillow. He opens his eyes to see his arm, covered in green. He feels tears begin to form. He shuts his eyes tight and presses his fingers gently against his eyelids, and still sees green. Everything's green. He curses it and wants to scream. Just one night, he doesn't want the reminder. He clings the empty pillow tightly to his chest and imagines how he used to brush her hair out of her face as she slept. He remembers that this green sheen was because of her. The thought of it quiets his breath. He trusts in her decision. It was an end to the war, even if it wasn't how they'd planned it...

Tagging: @rpgwrites @mordinette @pigeontheoneandonly but only if you want to do this. I've seen a lot of people tagged in this or playing already, so sorry if you're repeat tagged! I'm also tagging anyone else who might like to do this since I'm not sure who else has already done it. Please feel free to play if you'd like!

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[winntir]

How could we have missed this?

#mass effect #hannah shepard #meme #lgbtq+ #lesbian

[spectralhero]

Been thinking a lot about Mama Shepard.

Just picturing the CO of the Normandy, badass N7 Spectre, taller than her Admiral mom...being scolded for doing stupid, dangerous shit.

And Shepard has the decency to look properly scolded.

Then mom just pulls her into a tight hug.

Mom always outranks even her Spectre child 😌

#mass effect #spacer shepard #mama shepard #femshep #hannah shepard #Bioware robbed us of quality time with mom