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From when they were children to the end of the Reaper War, Jane Shepard and Garrus Vakarian have been together through it all.
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Bookmarked by LocaBoca
13 Feb 2026
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Good Old-Fashioned Insubordination by jusbeinkt
Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types
08 Dec 2022
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Shepard and Garrus discover there's nothing like a little light roleplay to help you forget the galaxy is falling apart around you. A series of erotic vignettes.
Bookmarked by LocaBoca
20 May 2025
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Love the banter. Healthy communication 👏 Supportive Garrus.
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"I keep on trying to tell myself that we're doing the right thing. I don't believe me yet." Canon compliant, ft. Shepard, Vakarian, & co.
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- Part 1 of Crucible
Bookmarked by LocaBoca
10 Feb 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Characterization is on point for everyone. Love the Shakarian banter, they're best friends and this fic masterfully shows that. The most ideal and brilliant Catalyst solution. I don't mind the open-ending, I know that Garrus will eventually find Shepard so that's my happy ending headcanon.
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Shepard has never been one to sit around and wait for others to figure it out. She’s always preferred her own boots on the ground, no matter how many waves of husks, or Collectors, or goddamned Reapers might stand in her way. She doesn’t like this. She wouldn’t like it if any other ship was missing, and she certainly doesn’t like it now.
How could she ever trust anyone else to find the Normandy? To turn every stone? Earmark every page?
When Shepard wakes up after everything, Garrus isn't there. And with the Normandy currently missing without a trace, neither is anyone else.
Alone, injured, and stuck in a small hospital on Earth, all she can do is wait for progress to come.
Bookmarked by LocaBoca
01 Feb 2026
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take the parts i remember, and stitch them back together by notdarthvader
Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy
14 Jul 2018
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“A dead god dreams,” the Cerberus crewman is saying, his voice thin and reedy, and in the log, his hands shake and shake and shake. “A god – a real god – is a verb,” he says, and Garrus can’t help but look at Shepard. “not some old man with magic powers. It’s a force. It warps reality just by being there. It doesn’t have to want to. It doesn’t have to think about it. It just does.”
Shepard glances back at him. “C’mon, we need to catch up with that geth.”
Garrus thinks of storms, and of gods, of black chalk paint, and of forces that warp reality just through being.
He thinks, maybe, he gets it.
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- Part 4 of variations on a shepard hymn
Bookmarked by LocaBoca
31 Jan 2026