Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 04: DREADWING

"He shot me. With my own gun! And he's STILL. HERE."

"Crow is not Uldren."

"Just like I'm not Cayde."

“I see you still have Ace.” A voice coos, floating to the left of the guardian,

The guardian haulted at the familiar voice, a shadow that claimed their friends voice to turn them into twisted malice to torment.

The guardian took a deep breath trying to steady themselves. Continuing on through the depths of the Leviathan. To hunt down and put an end to the floating faces.

The nightmare of Cayde 6 hovered beside the Guardian, watching them move through the Leviathan. It made a point to make as much noise as possible, so that it could get under the guardians skin.

It watched them silently before speaking. “So you’re not going to address me at all?” it asked, its voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

The guardian kept walking. Trying to push through the shadows taunts. "It's not Cayde-" They mutter softly. Mostly to remind themselves,

It chuckled at the Guardian's muttering. "And how do you know that?" The shadow asked, floating right in front of the guardian cutting them off.

It leaned in close to the Guardian's face. "What makes you so sure that I'm not him?" It asks with a familiar smirk,

The guardian glanced up meeting its red optics. "Caydes dead." Moving passed the nightmare uneasily. Just trying to focus on the task at hand, praying the shadow would go away.

The nightmare chuckled at the Guardians attempt to ignore him, moving back behind them, continuing to taunt.

"Such conviction. So sure of yourself that you know the truth." It mused. "But is it really the truth?" It said, suddenly appearing in front of them again, stopping them from moving.

It leaned in close enough, almost enough to touch. "Or is it a lie to ease your conscience..." It whispered softly. "Because there's one problem you failed to address.."

The guardian looks up silently. Their fists clenching and unclenching uneasily. Remaining silently for a few moments too long. They turn their head away trying to remain composed despite their heart beating loud enough in their ears.

The nightmare could see the anxiety that was beginning to build on the Guardians face. It knew it was getting to them, which was exactly what it intended.

It chuckled darkly at their silence, “Can’t bring yourself to speak, can you?” It said, moving closer. “Come now, you used to be so talkative.” The shadow muttered sarcastically, "Here I'll give you a hint....his first name is Uldren and his last name is Sov." the shadows voice bleeds with anger.

"Crow is not Uldren." The guardian mutters quietly. Their composure failing as they hesitantly step back,

The nightmare laughs at their words, "Oh, so you do speak." The shadow says in a condescending tone.

It steps closer, its body practically touching the Guardian's now. "You really think that by giving him a new name changes who he is?" It sneers, "he's still the same person that killed me, that took my life!" It says, itss voice becoming more sinister. It shifted away before turning back,

"That's what you tell yourself isn't it?" The nightmare replied, following them. "You say he's not Uldren anymore, that he's a different person. But the question is, do you really believe that?" The shadow questioned, towering over the guardian menacingly.

The guardian stumbled backwards staring up at the nightmare their eyes widened. "Hes-"

The shadow was quick, and grabbed the Guardian by the collar of their armor and yanked them closer. It gripped their armor with a tight grasp and held them up in front of its face, "He's what?" The nightmare said, its eyes flashed red. “Finish the sentence."

The guardian stiffened at The Shadows hold. "Hes not Uldren- he-" They stammered out.

The Guardians answer caused the nightmare to grip tighter on their collar, "He’s not Uldren you say? Then who is he?” The shadow demanded in harsh tone. It leaned in closer to the Guardians face. “Answer me! He used my own gun to kill me and he's STILL. HERE." It seethed angrily.

The shadow threw the guardian down and scoffed. Vanishing into the darkness leaving them to stew in their thoughts.

Optimus: Well, that’s. Just. Prime!

Insomniatic - River Ward x Fem V! Reader

tags: comfort, insomnia, bad dreams, more comfort (did I mention the comfort yet?)

word count: 805

synopsis: V has a bad dream, one that makes her scared for her future with River. River, ever the optimist, assures her of a different outcome.

a/n: i literally wrote this instead of sleeping. i wanted to make it nsfw but omg, i just wanted this comfort and by-river, i've got it now it's time for bed again.

You were awake. Fuck, of course you were awake. Like a sleep-deprived demon, you peeled yourself up from River's bed by your knees. Your back stretched long, your feet kicking away your share of the sheets.

You braced your hands out under your pillow, releasing a long-uncomfortable groan as you finally stiffened upright to rest on your thighs.

You pulled the sleeves of River's long-sleeve shirt up to your elbows before forcing your hair from your face. River was quiet next to you, sleeping on his side. Still facing where you were lying.

"Whats'a matter, V?" Johnny asked from his perch at River's windowsill. "You come to your senses?"

You shook your head, trying to move lightly in the shared bed. "No, uh, I had a bad dream."

You folded your hand to your face, rubbed at the edges of your eyes then forehead, hoping to remind your body how tired you were.

"About the cop, right? 'Cause I'll remind you, he's right next to you." Johnny tried to quip but you dropped your hand to your lap and glared at him with a deadened stare.

"Alright, sheesh. Somebody's not a midnight person." Johnny raised his hands to admit defeat then disappeared with another squeeze of your eyes.

"V," River groaned out, snaking his beefy arm over your waist. "What's wrong?"

You glanced down at River, who was slowly waking to sit up. "Aw, Riv, I'm sorry...I-I couldn't sleep."

River released a tired noise from his throat, his free hand going to rub at his cybernetic eye. Then his hand slipped easily down your back, tracing your spine.

"If you can't sleep, I can't sleep," River tried, though you were sure if you'd slipped out of bed, he wouldn't have noticed.

"That's not true," you snided with a tired smirk, "You were sleeping soundly a second ago."

River returned your worn smile, resting his lips to your shoulder. "I was hoping to pull you into me, hold you a while."

You rolled your head with another groan, your body warring with your tired mind. The warmth from his lips wafted through the fabric and melted into your skin.

"You have a bad dream?" He asked, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

You slowly formed to his hard body, his lips tracing up to your ear. You tried at a nod, a noise escaping your mouth that spurred River to continue enveloping you.

"Tell me about it?" River whispered into your ear, his hand at your waist curling into your hip and slowly lowering your back to bed.

You blinked slower and slower, finding your head against the pillow again. "I...I woke up, cured but I couldn't find you," you admitted, staring across the room to your reflection before focusing on River.

You turned in his hold, stared up at his chiseled face before touching softly at his stubbled chin. You tried to explain away your feelings, push him away but you couldn't help the watering of your eyes.

"Aww, V," River cooed, his voice a deep grit. "It's okay, I'm right here."

But that wasn't what you were upset with now. Now you were thinking about the morning River would wake up and you weren't there. That it'd be a husk, just full of remnants of yourself but replaced with Silverhand.

"I know," you tried, shutting your eyes and turning your head. "It's stupid."

"It's not," River leaned in, kissing your cheek. "I'm not going anywhere. And you're not going anywhere."

You shook your head lightly, "You can't guarantee that."

River leaned in, resting his forehead to yours, his body to yours. "I can't, but I will be there for you until I can guarantee it."

You hummed, nudging your nose to his, crossing your eyes while you stared into his.

Your eyes tempted to close then, feeling consumed by the comforting weight and warmth of River. He dropped his head from yours, rolling you onto your side to face him.

He carefully crossed his arm under your neck, pulling you closer before draping your leg over his hip like you often did in your sleep.

"Get comfortable on me," River soothed, tanging his fingers in your hair with the gentle massage of your scalp. "I'll keep bad dreams away."

You scoffed tiredly, almost amused by his attempt of dream catching. "River--"

River ran a careful hand up and down your thigh, easing you into a further comfort. Your eyes tried to stay open then, feeling his arm cross behind your back and press you just a little bit closer to him.

You melded into him like a puzzle piece, your eyes finally closing to ease you off to sleep.

"I love you, V," River whispered into your hairline, curling his fingers in soft circles along the small of your back.

Genji x Reader

Y/n works as a support, and her Genji loves visiting her when he can

The Overwatch base was bustling with activity as agents prepared for their next missions, but inside the medical bay, things were calm. Y/N was working alongside Dr. Angela Ziegler—Mercy—organizing supplies and preparing for the usual influx of injuries from the field. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the soft beeping of medical machines provided a steady rhythm in the background.

Y/N glanced up from her work just in time to see the familiar figure of Genji Shimada entering the room. Even after all this time, the sight of him made her heart flutter. His sleek, cybernetic frame glimmered in the soft light, and though his face was hidden beneath his visor, she could always sense when he was smiling at her.

“Hey,” she greeted with a warm smile, setting down a set of medkits. “What brings you to the medical bay? Don’t tell me you’re injured.”

Genji chuckled softly, his voice gentle as ever, though slightly modulated by his mask. “No, no injuries today. Just thought I would visit my favorite healer.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, walking over to him. “You know, Genji, this is supposed to be a professional environment.”

He tilted his head in mock contemplation. “Is it not professional to check in on someone who has saved your life many times?”

“Mm, maybe,” she replied with a grin, resting her hand on his arm. “But I think you just missed me.”

Genji chuckled again, his hand coming up to gently rest on hers. Even though his touch was mostly metal, she could feel the warmth and care behind it. “You caught me,” he admitted softly. “I just finished training and… I wanted to see how you were.”

Her heart swelled at the simple sweetness in his words. He always had a way of making her feel special, even when his approach was so casual.

Angela, who had been quietly observing from the other side of the room, gave Y/N a knowing smile before excusing herself to attend to other duties. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said with a playful wink as she walked away.

Y/N turned back to Genji, shaking her head fondly. “She’s never going to let me live this down.”

Genji reached up, removing his visor so she could see the soft smile on his face, his human eye glowing with warmth. “Perhaps not,” he said, his tone teasing. “But I don’t mind if it means I get to see you.”

She blushed slightly at the sincerity in his words, and Genji took a step closer, closing the small gap between them. His hand moved to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, the touch light but full of affection.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice softer now. “For everything you do—for me, for Overwatch. I know how hard you work.”

Her eyes softened as she gazed up at him. “You know I’m just doing my job,” she replied. “But… it’s nice to hear.”

“Your kindness is more than just a job,” Genji said, leaning down slightly. “It’s who you are. And it’s one of the reasons I…” He trailed off, but Y/N knew what he meant. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her close, as if she was something precious to him.

“Genji…” She smiled up at him, standing on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You always know how to make me feel appreciated.”

He returned her smile, his arms gently wrapping around her waist as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You deserve to feel that way every day,” he whispered.

For a moment, the busy world of Overwatch seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the peaceful quiet of the medical bay, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

Sweet Pea

A Hazard x Reader fic

A/N: AAAUUUGGH ever since his story came out i cant stop thinking about him this man makes me go insane BUT AUGH third fic for the win or i will go insane in the blink of an eye Istg

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The late-night quiet of the city was a stark contrast to the chaos of earlier battles. The dim light of a single lamp in the corner of the room cast a soft glow over the space, illuminating the figure sprawled out on the couch. Hazard, the ever-charismatic explosives expert, lay with his arm draped lazily over the back of the sofa. His dog, a scruffy mutt named ”Maisie” that he rescued years ago, was curled up at his side, tail wagging faintly as you approached.

“Sweet Pea, you’re finally done tinkering?” he teased, a grin spreading across his face as he looked up at you. “Thought you’d never sit your lovely self down.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you at the nickname. Hazard had a knack for flustering you, and he took full advantage of it every chance he got.

“Well, someone has to make sure your gear doesn’t blow up in your face” you shot back, plopping down beside him. The couch dipped slightly under your weight, and Hazard immediately shifted to make room, his arm coming to rest around your shoulders like it belonged there.

“Oh, Sweet Pea, that’s why I’ve got you” he said with a wink. “My own personal genius.”

You shook your head, laughing softly, but before you could respond, his dog let out a soft whine and nudged your hand with its nose.

“See? Even she thinks you’ve been workin’ too hard” Hazard quipped, giving the dog an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “C’mon, give her some love before she starts poutin’.”

You obliged, reaching out to rub the dog’s belly. The mutt’s tail thumped happily against the cushions, and Hazard chuckled, his laugh low and warm.

“There’s my Sweet Pea” he murmured, his voice softening as he leaned back against the couch. “Always takin’ care of everyone else. When’re you gonna let someone take care of you, huh?”

The question caught you off guard, and you turned to look at him. His usual smirk was still there, but there was something else in his eyes—something softer, more sincere. You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re somethin’ else, Sweet Pea” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t think I don’t see how much you do for me. For us.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck. “Hazard, I—”

“Shh” he interrupted, his grin returning but softer this time. “I ain’t lookin’ for thanks. Just wanna make sure you know.”

Before you could respond, the dog shifted, snuggling closer to both of you. Hazard laughed again, the sound like a balm to your tired soul. “Guess she wants us both to stay put” he said, pulling you a little closer. “Not that I’m complainin’.”

You let out a content sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. The warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of the dog’s breathing, and the steady beat of Hazard’s heart under your cheek all combined to create a perfect moment of peace.

“You’re not so bad at taking care of people yourself” you admitted quietly, a smile tugging at your lips.

Hazard’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture so natural it took your breath away. “Only for you, Sweet Pea” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Only for you…” he murmured, his voice warm and steady.

You tilted your head to meet his gaze, the playful spark in his eyes softened by something deeper. Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was unhurried and full of unspoken promises. When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his grin returning with a mischievous edge.

“Now that’s what I call takin’ care of someone” he teased, his voice a low rumble.

You laughed softly, your heart lighter than it had been in days. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

“Good” he said, pulling you closer until you were practically curled up in his lap. “Because you’re stuck with me, Sweet Pea. And I’m not lettin’ you go.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, a cocoon of warmth and comfort in the quiet room. His hand traced gentle circles on your back, a soothing rhythm that made your eyelids grow heavy. The dog let out a soft, contented sigh, her tail thumping lazily against the cushions as if to echo the peace in the room.

Hazard tilted his head to press another kiss to your temple, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Y’know, I never thought I’d get this lucky. You, me, and her—feels like somethin’ outta one of those dreams I never wanna wake up from.”

You smiled against his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Then don’t wake up” you whispered. “Stay right here.”

“Forever, Sweet Pea” he promised, his arms tightening around you as if to prove his point.

The world outside could wait. For now, there was only the warmth of Hazard’s embrace, the steady thrum of his heart, and the quiet certainty that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

Playing with TFP character designs / Headcanon I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR SO LONG ITS FINALLY DONE Breakdown , Bulkhead , Dreadwing , Knockout , Arcee , Bumblebee , Optimus Prime © Hasbro Critiques are much Welcome!

Love is Green Christmas Special (Reader x Genji Shimada)

A/N: OH HELL YEAH *excited screeching*

A Late Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to you nerds!

Warning: Artistic license that bends canon just a tiny bit (ok, it’s a break, but it’s a tiny break! Just a fracture.)

Words: 2,665

Continua a leggere

Mine - Part 1/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): protective! genji, possessive! genji, genji x reader, check next part for more tags

a/n: hi loves! i'm posting this in two parts as the POVs are slightly different. I'm also still writing part 2 as I want it to be absolutely perfect for you all, and I'm partially debating if I even want to post part 2 lol anyway!! i hope you all enjoy this!!

Genji is not somebody that loses control of his emotions. He always has them locked down. It’s one of the reasons he is so good at what he does. He’s able to turn himself off in a way that most people can’t. But it is also the reason that he is so damn frustrated. There’s one thing he can’t turn off, one person that demolishes his ability to control his emotions. You. 

The two of you have known each other for quite some time now. It’s hard to avoid somebody when you both live at Overwatch Headquarters. The building may be big, but the two of you always seemed to find each other. You’d had a fair amount of talks together, then one day you shocked him by inviting him to a movie night you were throwing with a couple of the other agents. He can still remember that night.

“Have you seen this one before?” You ask Genji, readjusting in your bean bag. He’s in the one next to you and glances over, his eyes taking in your entire form. The movie night was held in the training room, the floor to ceiling windows casting your frame in moonlight. 

“Nah, I don’t watch too many movies these days,” Genji replies. His eyes flutter to the screen where some horror movie plays. 

“How are you so calm? This is scary!” You say, pulling the blanket in your lap up higher. Genji doesn’t miss the way you lean a little closer to him now than you did while watching the first movie, which was a comedy. Part of Genji wants to say that he’s seen things, experienced things, scarier than anything that could be shown on a screen, but he can’t bring himself to dampen your mood. You are always so bright, and he doesn’t want to taint that. 

“I don’t-” he starts to say, but is cut off by a shrill noise from the screen. The killer jumps through a window and pins another victim, the jumpscare nearly making Genji jump in his seat. It takes a minute for his brain to realize it, but he feels your soft hair on his shoulder, and your ragged breaths against his neck. One of your hands is wrapped around his arm, clutching onto him. His hands twitch with the urge to hold you tighter, to run away any fear.

You start laughing softly, your face still buried in his neck. The soft sound and your touch brings goosebumps to his skin, and he longs to touch you. He gives in to that urge, just slightly, and places his hand atop yours. He squeezes it softly and he swears he hears a hitch in your breath, but you pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, and Genji smiles, even if you can’t see it under the fabric mask he has on. Your cheeks are flushed pink, either from embarrassment or fear, and it makes Genji’s heart flip. 

That was a couple months ago, and Genji’s feelings shifted as time passed. He started longing for time spent with you. It’s the same now, but different. That longing transformed into a hunger, deep and insatiable. One he can feel in his bones, in his very soul, when he sees you. At first, he wrote it off as just being sexual desire, just a need, but he realized quickly that it was much more than that. Carnal urges were nothing compared to the hunger he had, still has, for you. 

Now, he has to watch as another agent flirts with you. Your bright smile and soft laugh shine through the large room, and Genji’s jaw ticks. That is a smile that should be his. Cassidy sits in the chair next to Genji and tries to ask him something, but Genji can’t focus on the conversation. Cassidy turns to follow Genji’s gaze, then sighs and shoots back the last of his whiskey. 

“You knew there was going to be flirting here tonight, Genji,” Cassidy says. It’s true. The sponsor evening was planned a long time ago, and while it is not meant for the agents, they are required to attend and often go home with each other. It’s one of the few times they’re all in the same area and able to openly socialize like this. 

“If he touches them one more time,  I’ll knock his teeth out,” Genji says through gritted teeth when the agent runs his hand down your arm. If he remembers correctly, the agent is named Gale. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well,” Cassidy grunts as he calls the bartender over for a refill. “Why don’t you just talk to them?” 

“It’s not that simple,” Genji shakes his head. He adjusts the suit he’s wearing until the shurikens tucked under his sleeve rattle. 

“No? And why is that?” Cassidy asks. He takes another sip from his now refilled glass. Genji’s eyes flick to the bar, debating ordering himself a drink. 

“One-sided shit never works,” Genji says and Cassidy barks out a harsh laugh. 

“One-sided? You’re so dense,” Cassidy starts. He turns and glances at you and then back again. “They’ve been stealing glances at you all night, even while talking with Gale.” 

“No-” Genji starts, his eyes darting to you. You are watching him, and a soft smile appears on your face when the two of you lock eyes. His heart dips at that smile, which is somehow completely different than the one you had been giving Gale. The two of you only keep eye contact for a few more seconds, then Gale steps in front of your gaze. 

“I thought somebody as observant as you would have noticed, Genji,” Cassidy says with a laugh. It appears that when it comes to you, Genji is different in every way. He’s utterly see-through and painfully dense, apparently. 

“Fuck you, Cassidy,” Genji says, ignoring the clear stab, and stands from his stool. Cassidy responds with a deep chuckle, then goes back to his whiskey. Genji starts to cross the large space, ignoring the few eyes watching him as he goes.He’s done watching you, not making a move. Done seeing others flirt with you. Done trying to be selfless. You’re his. You have been since that night in bean bags, even if neither of you knew it at the time. 

No more, little angel. You’re mine, and it’s time everybody knows that.

Genji x GN! Reader

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“(Y/N)…! Dr. Ziegler is looking for you! It’s urgent!” It was a nurse who barged into your room that let night. And even despite how late it was, you remained awake, studying your notes and using coffee to stay awake. You were a student of Swiss Doctor Angela Ziegler, learning how to preform medicine the way she does. It was something that had always fascinated you and to finally be able to work at her side was a dream come true.

You weren’t expecting the nurse to come to you so urgently. Usually if Angela needed something from you, she would call you up or tell you before hand when she needed something done. It was odd… and that’s how you know that it was actually urgent. You were quick to get to your feet, tugging on your lab coat on the way after grabbing it from the back of your desk chair on the way out. As you neared the room your mentor was in, the heavy smell of iron hung in the air. You took up a medical mask on the way in, figuring there must be an injured patient inside. A very injured one by the sound of it.

That struck a nervous cord within you. You were a trainee and haven’t worked on any big operations yet. You haven’t even practiced the procedures before. Then again, this must’ve been sudden for Angela too. And she called you for help! So without a second to waste, you turned to walk in the door only to be left frozen in a small state of shock. What had even happened?

The man was bloodied up bad, wounds covering his body. Correction, what was left of it. He was missing over 50% of his body. The only thing left was his torso, his neck and head, and his left arm. Everything else was just gone! “(Y/N)! We need to stop the bleeding!” Angela urged, quickly passing you a pair of gloves as she rushed to your side and back to get anything and everything she could to stop all of the blood.

It was then you realized the heart monitors. He was still alive? I guess the anesthesia and the morphine was helping with this- with the addition of blood transfusions- but still! How hasn’t he died from the blood loss? That must be why Angela is rushing. If there was a chance to save his life then you too would take that chance along side her teacher. You quickly slipped on the gloves and got to work along side the Swiss Doctor, doing quick work of patching up whatever was needed to be patched up.

This process took hours. Many, many long hours. But when you two were done, you got the moment to relax. The sun had came up a couple of hours ago and the both of you were running on little sleep. However, you two couldn’t sleep just yet. You had to complete the operation. You turned to Angela who threw off her gloves into the trash can and moved to the phone hanging on the wall. It sounds like she’s calling the mechanics downstairs. Did she plan to have prosthetics made?

You began to pull off your own gloves and throw them away, allowing your mind to drift into thought. Who was this man? How did he end up like this? Who caused it? What caused it? How was he brought here? How is he still alive? That last one can be answered easily. A damn miracle. He shouldn’t even be alive and shouldn’t have been when he first got here. And yet somehow, that heart monitor continues to steadily beat to its own slow rhythm.

You haven’t even been given the chance to read the records yet, though I guess now would be the time now that everything was stabilized. You straightened your coat and turned to the tablet on the counter and turned it on. It was what the doctors here used to log the patients information and their condition. Any reason they are here or any medical information on them were in the files in the system. You looked at what Angela managed to get down before she had to rush to start the operation. There wasn’t a name on here yet. There was an estimated height and eight based on what’s left of his body. Blood type as well. And then finally there was a synopsis on his current situation.

“(Y/N)? I’m going to order us a coffee to help us stay awake. The mechanics downstairs are making the parts and will ship them up here as soon as possible.” Angela spoke as she placed the phone on its hook. You carefully sat the tablet down and looked to her. “Thank you, Angelia.” A half smile tugged to your lips for only a moment before it fell as you looked to the patient. “Who brought him in here?” You spoke your curiosities out loud before looking back to Angela.

“Our Blackwatch team found him like that on a mission. They were surprised that he was alive just as we were. But I think he’ll pull through, believe it or not. With him stabilized, all we have to do is put the prosthetics in place. Then we can take him off of the anesthesia.” Angela concluded a more simplified version of their plans, though you understood every bit of it. Your training allowed you to know the specifics without being told them. “I want you to coach him through his recovery.” You froze a moment. “Me?”

Angela gave a reassuring smile. “If you are okay with it. I figured it could be another task to help you in your training and to use the skills you already know. Improve whatever you can do you can get better.” You never guided someone through recovery before. It was always Angela or some other senior doctors. But you? A trainee? It made you a bit anxious. However, she was right. It really would held you get better. A sigh left your lips, rubbing your arm. “I’ll give it a try.” Angela placed a hand on your shoulder before checking the time. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great. I’ll go get the coffee.” She patted your shoulder before exiting the room, leaving you and the patient alone.

Angela would return with the coffee a few minutes later, the two of you chatting while you enjoyed the refreshing beverage. It would be a few hours until the parts get delivered to you two, coming in boxes with labels on them. With your empty mugs discarded to the side of the counter, the two of you immediately got to work. You started with the torso and worked outwards, adding the legs and then the arm as you went along. The hard part was connecting the robotic parts to his real body to make sure everything functioned properly on command. Each wire and nerve had to be connected properly or else it may not work.

That process was even longer than the first due to having to put together the individual parts. Screwing in the bolts and fitting in the wires properly so the joints moved smoothly was the goal and hopefully, when he awakens, it’ll be exactly what they achieved. “Alright. This is where I part. I have to go tend to other patients.” Angela spoke as she handed you the tablet and picked up the empty mugs to take back with her. “Make sure you write down everything necessary when he wakes up. I believe in you, (Y/N).” Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “Right. Thank you, Angela.”

Without another word, you were left to the patient alone once again. Only difference is that your teacher wouldn’t be coming back with a mug of coffee. You sat the tablet down temporarily so you could remove the mask that pumped the gases into the man’s lungs, a slight hiss leaving the machine as it was removed. It was placed to the side as you shut off the device it was connected to. Next step? Wait.

Or so you thought. You figured it would be a few hours till he would wake up. Many many hours. But it was only about ten to twenty minutes when a hand shot up and grabbed your arm. It made you jump in surprise, dropping anything you held in your hands. There stared back soft brown hues that were wide with confusion and fear. He was awake. “Who are you?” He was quick to question, his voice hoarse from the previous damage and from not using it.

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And that’s it! I may make a part two for this if you all want me to~

             Mass Effect Media Megapost Version 2.0 (V 1.0 here)

It’s been about a year since I put these up so I thought it was about time for a bit of an update. I’ve added the most recent comic from Free Comic Book Day about Joker, put placeholders for the new series Foundation and updated all the links.

First off, none of these files were created by me, they have come from various places and friends when I wanted digital copies of the books and comics in addition to my hard copies. So thank you to all the kind people who have uploaded these over the past few years.

Remember if you do enjoy them please show your support! You can buy all of these in various places such as:

Things From Another World - have all the comics and worldwide shipping.

For fellow Australians - Kings Comics have them most of the comics, and very cheap postage and so do Minotaur.

Dark Horse Digital - digital copies of all comics available.

Book Depository - have the novels (and some comics) for a low price with free postage.

Additionally, most of the comics are now availble in the Library (Volume 1) Collection.

To read the .cbr/.cbz files there are a few options (all free)

ComicRack (also available on the android marketplace)

CDisplay

SimpleComic (Mac)

In timeline order for the most part (all descriptions are from the Mass Effect Wiki)

Mass Effect: Evolution - Set in 2157 during the First Contact War, and the story covers the origins of the Illusive Man and Cerberus.

Issue #1 Issue #2 Issue #3 Issue #4

Mass Effect: Revelation (Novel) - Prequel to Mass Effect, set in the year 2165. Its plot involves David Anderson and Saren Arterius investigating an attack on a human research station.

Mass Effect: He Who Laughs Best - a single-issue comic released on May 4, 2013 for Free Comic Book Day 2013. It delves into how Jeff “Joker" Moreau became the SSV Normandy’s pilot prior to the events of Mass Effect.

Mass Effect: Ascension (Novel) - Set a few months after the events of Mass Effect, and concerns a young biotic prodigy, Gillian Grayson, pursued by Cerberus. 

Mass Effect: Redemption - A prequel to Mass Effect 2, and is set a few months after the opening events of Mass Effect 2. The plot involves Liara T’Soni, Cerberus, and a mission of the utmost urgency.

Issue #1 Issue #2 Issue #3 Issue #4

Mass Effect: Incursion - An eight-page mini-comic that follows Aria T’Loak’s encounter with the Collectors one week prior to the opening events of Mass Effect 2.

Mass Effect: Inquisition - Taking place after Mass Effect 2, the plot revolves around Captain Bailey and his investigation of Executor Pallin and allegations of corruption within C-Sec.

Mass Effect: Paragon Lost - a prequel to Mass Effect 3, follows the early career of Alliance Marine, James Vega as he leads an elite Special Forces squad into battle against a mysterious alien threat known as the Collectors.

BluRay 720p [torrent] - 3.5GB BDRIP [torrent] - 680MB Watch Online

Mass Effect: Retribution (Novel) - Set one year after the events of Mass Effect 2, and concerns Cerberus, and their investigation of Reaper technology by using it on Paul Grayson.

Mass Effect: Conviction - Days after the events of Arrival, David Anderson locates Alliance marine James Vega on Omega and tasks him with guarding an important prisoner.

Mass Effect: Invasion - Invasion focuses on Aria T’Loak’s battle against the human-survivalist organization Cerberus as it attacks Omega.

Issue #1 Issue #2 Issue #3 Issue #4

Mass Effect: Deception (Novel) 

Mass Effect: Homeworlds - a comic series written by Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3 lead writer, Mac Walters in cooperation with character writers for each respective POV character. Each installment will focus on a main character from Mass Effect 3.

Issue #1 - James Vega: Hell on Earth Issue #2 - Tali’Zorah vas Normandy: The Galaxy Betrayed Issue #3 - Garrus Vakarian: A Bullet for Your Sins Issue #4 - Liara T’Soni: Last Hope for the Galaxy!

Blasto: Eternity is Forever - a single-issue comic featuring Blasto, a fictional hanar Spectre featured in several films in the Mass Effect universe.

Mass Effect: Foundation (Upcoming Series)

Issue #1 (July 24th 2013) - Introduces readers to an enigmatic “agent" and revealing the story of her time spent on the violent mining colony of Themis.

Issue #2 - August 28th 2013: Urdnot Wrex-one of the most dangerous mercenaries in the galaxy-crosses paths with a mysterious secret agent in this explosive adventure!

Issue #3 - September 25th 2013 - The loss of the human colony Eden Prime was the first in a series of catastrophes to mark the return of the Reapers-a race of sentient AI that would threaten all life in the galaxy. Now, in her own words, Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams reveals what she saw.

If any links go down just leave a message in my ask and I’ll do my best to fix it ASAP.

ENJOY!