Nihlus is near the end of his training with Saren when they are sent to evaluate potential Spectre candidates. Garrus is one of them and he is determined to leave an impression despite his father’s wishes. A sharp-edged triangle forms and cuts deep.Continue reading The Candidate
Nihlus was sitting at his small desk by the viewport, pretending to work, when Saren emerged on top of the stairs. Nihlus had actually been chatting on Nebulosity the entire morning, but now he hid the app behind a carefully prearranged menagerie of status reports, instrument schematics, and even a textbook on the theory of stellar evolution thrown in for good measure.
This is an archive of the fanfiction I wrote for Mass Effect and The Elder Scrolls. Not all my stories are hosted on this site (yet). You can find things that aren’t listed here on AO3 and FanFiction.
This is also a complete archive of Mass Effect fanfiction written by Misfire Anon, my dear friend and collaborator, who recently gave me the green light to host all their stories.
Everything listed here should be considered to be rated T unless specified otherwise (in which case the rating will be indicated in parentheses after the title/link). The rating scheme is adopted from FictionRatings and is also used on FanFiction. Stories rated MA will have content descriptors/warnings on their respective pages.
Mass Effect Fanfiction
Saren & Nihlus Stuff
- Ghost in the machine (M)
- Conference Transcript 159 (MA)
- Signal to Noise
- About Art
- After Hours (MA)
- Can’t Stop Laughing
- A Hidden Place
- I’m Watching You (M)
- Unnerved and Unnerving
- Sound of Silence
- The Candidate (M)
- Let’s Keep Going
Misfire Anon Stuff
Garrus & Shepard Stuff
The Elder Scrolls Fanfiction
It’s been a month since nano 2011 ended, and I finally got to [start] posting Ghost in the Machine. I’d hoped to post at least twice a week, but it doesn’t seem to be feasible, since it took me these four weeks to polish up the first five chapters. Very rough four weeks, if I may be honest; I went through several waves of depression over this work and even considered giving it up, but now that I’ve started posting, there’s no turning back.
Happy new year, dear friends. This gift was a bit slow in the making, but that’s because you deserve no less than the best I can do.