You know what? I don’t care.
I don’t care that this guy looks like a crossing between a mutant chicken and a cockroach.
I don’t care that he’s scarred all over like that.
This ship beats every other single ship in the history of shipping.
These two together are the best. This couple is hilarious, adorable, badass, playful, sweet, awkward, hot, heartbreaking, bittersweet, loveable, perfect.
These are two best friends who face hell together, three times. They trust each other like no-one else. They always watch one other’s back. When she dies and comes back two years later, he merely shrugs it off and follows her back into the fray. When he asks for her help and understanding, she risks their whole relationship to save him from himself. When he got a rocket to the face, they both make jokes about it. They’re always there for one other. Always.
Garrus will always be there for Shepard. He’s her ally, her second-in-command, her trusted officer, her student, her equal, her confident, her drinking partner, her support, her best friend and the one who she knows will never shoot her in the back or abandon her.
Shepard will always be Garrus’ rock. She is his role model, his commander and teacher, the one who helps him from mixing black and white, the person he trusts and admires the most in the galaxy, his mentor, his friend, his equal, his foundation and the only human woman he has ever been attracted to or fallen in love with, by his own admitting.
They’re independent and yet dependent on one other. In this terrible war, they both confide in each other their darkest fears and hopes. They maintain one other: When one of them is on the verge of breakdown because of the grief and guilt they both feel, the other is here to kick her/his ass back and line and remind that person who and why they are fighting. They both have flaws, and they accept each other with, and even for, all these flaws.
This is the best relationship one could ask for. Both of them are amazing and yet so lonely, they complete one other. They’re the greatest team, whether they’re coordinating an attack against the enemy, kicking ass together across the universe, laughing in a drinking competition, in the bedroom, and when they both admit to each other their greatest weaknesses, offering their most vulnerable side.
I love this ship. I love it more than Eleven/River or Altaïr/Maria, believe it or not. I think Garrus and Shepard deserve to win this war and retire somewhere to fight some mercs and spend the rest of their days together, until they’re both very, very old and go out on a blaze of glory.
So yes, these are my feelings, sorry if I weirded you out. I just felt like telling everyone, even those who don’t play Mass Effect, how amazing this couple is.
“We’re a team, Garrus. There’s no Shepard without Vakarian, so you better remember to duck.”
“And Shepard, forgive the insubordinating, but your boyfriend has an order for you: Come back alive. It would be an awfully empty galaxy without you.”
Aaand now I’m crying over this fictional video game couple to end all fictional video game couples. Again.
Sigh, excuse me while I go look for the Kleenex.