Rape is a romantic relationship?

Also, “one-sided” isn’t a romantic relationship either.

Seriously messed up.

*to clarify, these are tags that are classified under the relationship megatag “Kaidan Alenko/Shepard (female).”

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The Magnetism of Cute

Fandom:  Mass Effect Trilogy, ME-1

Pairing:  Kaidan Alenko/FemShep

Summary:  Shepard gets invited to join Ash and Kaidan at a Citadel bar.  She didn’t expect Kaidan to bring a date.

Available:  AO3

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“I thought that was you over there with Alenko.”  Shepard leaned forward on the bar and lifted one finger.  

The bartender slid a frothing glass of beer to Ash, then seeing Shepard’s motions, turned to the liquor bottles behind the bar.

“You actually came,” Ash said.  “Guess I can upgrade my beer next round.  LT owes me money.”

“Why invite me if you didn’t think I’d come?”  Shepard accepted the iced whiskey.  “Alenko hasn’t even noticed me.  Better entertain me with conversation, or I’ll slip out.  Alenko will never believe I was here.”

“I’m sure he’s noticed you, ma’am.”  Ash hopped on a bar stool and spun to face the room.  “Yep.  He’s noticed you.”

“How can you tell?  He’s enthralled with that brunette.”

“He’s all flushed.  Fidgety.  Look how he’s turning the cup around and around in his hands.  Classic LT with Commander Shepard proximity.”

“Alenko’s too busy reading the rule book for me ever to throw it at him.  He has nothing to worry about with me.  And, seriously, don’t invite me if I just throw water on the party.” 

“Nah.  We like you.  Thought it would be fun to do something off the clock.  You don’t do much with your liberty, do you, ma’am?”

“Where’d this girl come from?”

“Go say hi.  Ask her.  She’d probably say.”

“What’s her name?  You’ve already met her, presumably?”

Ash’s eyes shifted between Shepard and the couple at the table.  Ash took a long pull of beer then slapped it down on the bar behind them.

“She seems pretty into him.”  Ash leaned on her elbow, mirroring Shepard.  “When he left for a second, she whispered to me.  Said he’s sooo cute.”

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Chapter 13:

Backlash

Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, post-war

Pairing: FemShep/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: Mature

Available: AO3

Story Summary:  Shepard has a idyllic life on the Pacific with Kaidan and their daughter. She’s human councilor. The galaxy is at peace. Caught in an abnormal nighttime storm, she wakes up in bed with a different man and in a place she doesn’t remember.

“Shepard!”  Wreav bellowed over the gunfire.  He held up a hand, and his men held fire.  “Shepard!  We’re going to kill you.  Come down and die like a warrior.  Falling to your doom is the fate of a coward.”

“Don’t do it, Shepard.” Kaidan lifted his voice above the chasm’s wind.  “He’s underhanded.”

Wreav drew closer to the chasm’s edge and waved at the open area to either side of him as if in invitation.  Kaidan’s posture sharpened.  Through the veil of their biotic shield, he watched Wreav’s slow steps with an intensity Shepard knew well.  He had a plan.  

Wreav was a still a good distance from the chasm’s edge.  His kinetic shield flickered over his armor.  Even if Shepard had the reach in her biotics to touch him, his shield would block a Pull.  A Warp or Reave would only send Wreav staggering backward out of the range of their biotics.  It wouldn’t be enough to take down his kinetic shield.  Kaidan’s stretch with biotics was better than hers, but even he couldn’t break Wreav’s shield with one biotic hit.

“Kaidan?”  She tried to draw his eye, but he was focused on Wreav’s steps, like a pointer watching a duck fall from the sky. 

Tension coiled in Kaidan’s shoulder tighter and tighter. Step by step.  Wreav stopped. 

“Shepard!  Come down.  Last chance, then you die like a pyjack crawling out of an egg.”

Wreav had reached a stopping point and appeared content to continuing standing there.  Kaidan’s lips pulled to the side in a disappointed frown.  If Shepard could trust anyone’s plans blindly, it was Kaidan’s.

“Hey, Wreav!” she shouted down at him.  “I’d sooner come down to stomp on a pyjack crawling from an egg than bother with you.  You’re not worth killing, gentockatam!”  One worthy of the genophage.  Her time in Tuchanka was proving invaluable.

Wreav nostrils flared.  He roared like he’d been physically struck.  He charged at the chasms edge raising his rifle at them.  The four krogan behind him opened fire.  Wreav took one more step.  

Chapter 12:  Space

Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, post-war

Pairing: FemShep/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: Mature

Available: AO3

Story Summary:  Shepard has a idyllic life on the Pacific with Kaidan and their daughter. She’s human councilor. The galaxy is at peace. Caught in an abnormal nighttime storm, she wakes up in bed with a different man and in a place she doesn’t remember.

Shepard tore off her seat belt and floated into the back of the shuttle.  The door was still wide open to space.  Shepard dug in her utility belt and pulled out the blue cord that had already saved her once with the Tog.  She tied it to one of the ceiling grips and pushed herself to the doorway of the shuttle.  

Endless darkness engulfed her vision in all directions.  Her heartbeat rose.  Alchera glowed in the distance, a defect in her vision she knew wasn’t there but which she couldn’t unsee.  Kaidan’s form thrashed against the torn remains of the crate.  The shuttle was drifting further away now.  Every second she hesitated, the distance was growing between them.  Soon it would be too far.  

Shepard shoved herself out the doorway with a burst of momentum meant to reach the gnarled crate.  It was further than she realized.  She was nearing the end of the cord when she bumped against the jagged metal crate.  Her arm jerked back with the cord and ripped a sharp pain into her healing shoulder.  She snared the edge of the crate and took a firm hold.

She spun with the gnarled bulk of metal.  The cord went taut in her hand as she reached around the ripped metal and grabbed Kaidan’s leg.  His thrashing stopped.  He froze.  Shepard pulled herself up his body with the cord still wrapped around her wrist.  She reached his helmet and peered through the two panes of frosted glass.  He locked eyes with her, and a plume of vapor escaped his mouth.  His eyes were enormous.

She felt along his bicep to where it was pinched in the warped metal of the crate.  He had reached across his body and his free hand was clenched over his armor at the point of contact.  She moved his finger enough that under the light pressure of her gloved fingers, she could see the indenting crack in the armor.  A hairline fracture. It would be just the beginning. 

His hand tightened back over the crack, and he shook his head frantically, eyes wide and white with emphasis.  His armor’s seal was compromised.  He was holding the armor in a fixed position to prevent the crack separating.

“Kaidan?”

His eyes flashed down to her lips then back up to her eyes.  He shook his head again emphatically.  She needed to get him free from the crate, but releasing the crate’s pressure off the fissure in his armor would break the crack wide open.  He’d lose his seal.  

The cord strained her arm backward again.  She had to fight it to keep hold of Kaidan and the crate.  It dragged them in the shuttle’s drift.  There wasn’t time to waste.

She examined where the crate pinched the cracking armor.  Replacing the crate’s pinching pressure with pressure between her hands could be enough to hold the crack together and prevent it splitting further.  The armor wouldn’t separate if she could hold the tension in place.

Shepard stared hard through Kaidan’s visor.  He searched her eyes.  He couldn’t know her plan, but after a moment, he released a long breath and nodded.  She flipped up her Omni-blade.  His eyes flickered to it.  Pulling some slack from the cord, she slid his hand aside and gripped the crack in his armor with one hand.  She hesitated.  If the seal broke, he’d have a worse death than she had with a broken oxygen hose over Alchera.  He met her eyes.  He nodded again.