Mass Effect romances we should’ve gotten
Male Shepard romances
Kasumi(if Cortez can be romancable after losing his husband so recently, there is no reason whatsoever why Kasumi cannot be romanced)
Femshep romances
Wrex
Joker
Zaeed
James
Javik
A better fucking Thane romance in ME3 aka Thane doesn’t die cause we find a cure for Thane and Kolyat
Kal'Reegar
Both Male Shep and Femshep
EDI
Mordin
Garrus
Thane
Jack
Tali
Aria
Nyreen(There would’ve been a way to save her if I had anything to say about it)
Shiala
Gianna Parasini
Emily Wong
Samara
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Gianna Parasini i love you
ps my Shepard thinks you’re badass and wants to bang
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Must You?
A writing prompt from one of my Discord servers: Apprehension
Summary: Teamed up together for a mission of galactic importance, there are some aspects of working with a partner that take some getting used to.
Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Gianna Parasini
Excerpt:
Slinking around through dark rooms in search of evidence to in convicting white collar criminals was one thing. A thing she was good at, her record was proof enough of that. Still, Gianna wasn’t the type to ignore help when it came her way, as evidenced a couple of years before on Noveria when Commander Shepard helped. The evidence obtained then had put Anoelis away for a very long time.
But that was then and this was…
The screen in front of her flickered as a file menu popped onto the screen. “Okay, I’ve got a list of the files,” she hissed over her shoulder at her partner in crime – literally – where he was keeping an eye outside the room. “You can look at them now.”
A low, velvety voice rumbled in her ear while at the same time a hand came to rest on her shoulder, and it took all her willpower not to jump and scream. “What have we got?” She bit back a nasty retort and gestured towards the screen. “See for yourself.”
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She is going to have to go back to the ship sometime.
Back to the ship.
To those wet blue eyes of the asari she’d left draped over one of Chakwas’ med-cots. That ageless understanding and wholly familial grief that she's got no real grasp on.
To the Council who will manage to tell her she did the wrong thing while doing the right thing that they would never have ordered but is a spectre’s specialty.
To the weight of history. Of logic. In the heavy words of the krogan she respects far more than she ever expected to.
To that exhilarating, jump of the cliff breath of admiration in her Staff Lieutenant’s voice.
She’s going to go back to it all. Just...not yet.
Right now, she’s gonna drink this smooth glass of whiskey and scan the bar.
Maybe Lorik is still around. Or maybe it’ll be...
Well, hello.
She might hate the heels but Parasini does make ‘em look good. Aedan flicks her fingers at the bartender and, after a quick order, turns back to the woman joining her.
“Ms. Parasini.”
“Commander.”
“How goes the paperwork?”
“All my t’s crossed and i’s dotted.” She crosses long legs with solid calves and lifts an eyebrow when she catches Aedan looking. Aedan gives her the scamp’s smile that’s served her well over the years and is rewarded with a snort and a nod when the bartender serves her the drink Aedan’s buying her. “To a good hunt. for the both of us.” Aedan clinks amicably.
She sips and a fascinating grin crosses her face. “Champagne?”
“And gin. Seems like your thing.” Ferrars’ favorite and since the streak of no nonsense matched, she’d taken a chance.
“Bubbles and a little smack across the face.” She takes another sip. “Can’t say you’re wrong.” Another sip under Aedan’s frank gaze and she added, “I figured you’d be winging your way across the galaxy by now, hot pursuit and all that.”
Shrugging, she agreed, “Probably should be, but we’ve been running hard for the last while. There’s some diversions around here for a quick liberty. Figured we’d take advantage, I can’t guarantee they’ll get another.”
“I did always mean to take a weekend in the spa, do some skiing. Never did get around to it and I’ve got a shuttle to Ilium in a few hours. Parasini tilted her head and amber eyes sparkled with her not a question. “You don’t ski.”
She pretends affront, for the hell of it. “Hey.” and gets rewarded with the *best* Bitch, please look. Chuckling, she concedes, “Only with a rifle and they frown on that here.”
“Are you always all business?” Aedan appreciates the once over she’s getting, makes the effort to switch to civs worth it, for those warm eyes. There’s a neat little lift to the edge of Parasini’s lips, too. And a button on that blouse that’s begging to be popped open.
Aedan tips her almost empty drink and the ice tinks against the thin wall of glass. “Does this look business like?”
“No. But I like to know my parameters.”
She swallows the last of it down and lets her voice purr a little with it. “Commander gets liberty, too. Learned to take it when I can. Good chase builds up a little charge, y’know?” She flicks her eyes up and Parasini almost invisibly sucks in a breath when she locks on target. Almost. gotcha.
There’s half a pause, then a stroke of a sharp pointed toe on her ankle. And another clink of a glass before Parasini finishes her drink in a swallow, color high on her cheeks. “To liberty and the chase, then.”
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i'm doing a quick speedrun of noveria because i unfortunately have no saves on pc conveniently at the rachni queen decision mark and i want to catalog something, but god, i am reminded all over again how much i love this shitty corporate hell cesspool. you arrive on noveria and within minutes like 3 different people ask you to commit crimes for them, knowing you're a spectre. in fact they want you to commit crimes for them specifically because you're a spectre. no one does it like her (noveria)
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