#mshrios

Was trying to get pics of Roy and Thane looking at each other because 🥰🥰🥰 but instead I got Thane going RyanGosling.gif on my poor Shepard's ass 😭

8, F

Shep/Thane

Doesn’t matter fshep or mshep 🥲 I’m ready to hurt.

Thank you for the prompt! ^^

Feel like this one took me forever lol. Hopefully this turned out okay? Would’ve finished this sooner, but life got in the way.

First time writing Shrios, much less mShrios.

8. Don’t go kiss

F. Before Shepard’s Arrest (ME2)

The goodbyes had long since come and gone. They were rather unremarkable given what the crew had endured together. It all was intentional on Shepard’s part. He didn’t want the crew to have second thoughts. He needed to make the last leg of the trip himself. Where he went now, they couldn’t follow.

Alliance custody awaited him, and he promised both Anderson and Hackett he’d offer no resistance and come willingly. He wanted the rest of the crew to leave and start fresh. After everything they went through, they at least deserved that.

Everyone disembarked, offering Shepard a knowing nod and a bittersweet smile, leaving the Normandy SR-2 feeling like a hollow mockery of what it was just a week prior. The crew filled this place with life, and without them it felt like a suit that no longer fit. Shepard was eager to be rid of it.

Only one crew mate had remained on the ship as the rest of the crew had stepped off onto the Citadel’s docks. Thane had lingered in the room, shoulder leaning on the wall with a heavy silence that was hard to cut through. He watched Shepard with a heavy feeling in his heart.

Shepard glanced over his shoulder, meeting Thane's eyes. “You’ll probably want to get going. I don’t want you caught up in this mess when the Alliance arrives.” He took a breath that didn’t feel deep enough. A frail smile framed his face, leaving him looking smaller than he should. His voice wavered. “Tell Kolyat I said hi.”

Shepard stepped away to head towards the cockpit and check on Joker, before he felt the cool grip of the Drell’s hands on his forearm. He turned, eyes wide with surprise but didn’t say anything. Thane watched Shepard’s eyes search his features for an answer, lingering on his lips.

Thane pulled Shepard in as he recited a quiet prayer in his mind, hoping Kalahira could forgive him for this moment of selfishness. He knew Shepard deserved better.

The attraction was always there, but neither had the chance to act on it. And now it was too late. Within the hour Shepard will be in custody and Thane wasn’t even sure if he’d live to see the day he was freed. They both knew this could be their final goodbye.

In equal parts longing and desperation, Thane pressed down the feeling of dread that filled his being as he quickly lost himself in the feeling of Shepard’s warm lips and the taste of his skin.

They stared slow, neither familiar with the company of one another’s species. Thane let his tongue slowly explore the expanse of Shepard’s lips, tasting and prodding where allowed. For a man whose body was riddled with glowing red scars, his skin was far softer than Thane could’ve imagined.

Shepard pulled him close by the small of his back as a hand gently traced his spine. A gasp escaped Shepard’s mouth, and Thane swallowed the noise eagerly. The warmth radiating off of Shepard was comforting as his biotic field sizzled and popped against His own.

They pulled away to look into one another’s eyes. Thane struggled to catch his breath, but tried his best to hide his worsening symptoms from Shepard. He struggled to gauge Shepard’s reaction, intently watching dilated pupils made all the bluer by the flush that framed his face.

When the Observation Deck is empty, John goes there to meditate with Thane while looking out over the cosmos. He's super fidgety, always shifting around or tugging at the edges of his clothing. The poor man can barely keep his eyes closed for five seconds before he's peeking an eye open, glancing over at Thane before snapping his eyes shut again, as if he was almost caught doing something that he wasn't supposed to. Thane’s smile starts off as nothing more than a slight twitch at the corner of his lips, slowly but surely taking shape until he's smiling fondly at Shepard. He watches him closely, chin in hand.

Unfolding his legs, Thane parts them, keeping them slightly bent at the knees. He holds a hand out to Shepard, who's hesitant to accept the offer at first, but then next thing he knows he's in Thane's arms with his back pressed against his chest.

As they stare out at the stars together, Thane tightens his hold around him. He tells him that, rather than focusing on his own breathing, he could focus on Thane’s breaths instead. The steady rise and fall of his chest, brushing against John's back.

Once he feels John relaxing, Thane holds his hands out before them, palms up. Shepard doesn't even need his guidance. He places his hands over Thane’s without hesitation, and skin brushes along scales. Thane instructs him to focus on that point of contact, to discern every detail from the similarities in temperature to the differences in texture.

John is enthralled.

He feels everything.

Beyond Thane's breathing, John swears he feels his heartbeat, or maybe it's his own. It's pounding, racing. His ribs feel as if they might snap under the force. It leaves him breathless in all the right ways.

Then, there's Thane’s warmth. His body wrapped around John's. His lips ghosting along the shell of his ear. Every whisper heats the skin, causing it to flush. Despite that heat, goosebumps spread like a wildfire. A shiver trails down his spine.

When Thane eventually tells John to imagine a place that puts his soul at ease, his mind draws a blank for a split second.

It's difficult, only because his mind keeps circling back to the same cheesy idea.

Staring out at the stars, John finds that it's easier to confess when he doesn't have to look Thane in the eye.

"It's here," John whispers, burrowing deeper into his embrace. "Here, on the Normandy. With you and the crew. You're my home. My little slice of paradise."

And he wouldn't trade that for anything.

Thane tightened his grip, then buried his face into John's throat with a deep, shaky breath.

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KINKMEME PART 1: I'm making a big old list of every Thane fill I can find (with some exceptions) on the Mass Effect Kinkmeme. Maybe I'm just dumb but I find Livejournal/Delicious to be difficult to navigate, so I started on the first page of the first Kinkmeme and I'm taking a fine-toothed comb through every post to dig out whatever goodness might be hiding there.

I am not including: Non-con/NC fantasies, incest, and minors. I am including: Some dub-con, crackships, misfires, kinks/ships you may not like. I am making every attempt to include warnings about link contents but I cannot anticipate every individual person's triggers or dislikes, so please tread carefully. Please message me if you need something tagged.

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"My body had accepted its death. My mind had been dead a long time.