Mass Effect Fanfiction Self Insert Novels & Stories

He wasn't trying to save my memories; he was trying to replace them with himself. "You are Ivy Moretti," he whispered against my lips, his voice a low, melodic growl that vibrated in my teeth. "You belong to the Architect. You belong to the Core. If the gas takes your past, I will give you a new one. I will write myself into every blank space in your head." The elevator screeched to a halt on the penthouse level. The air here was clearer, the filtration systems working overtime, but the damage was done. I stumbled out, my legs feeling like lead, my mind a hall of mirrors where every reflection was breaking.

"We are the 001. We are the cure for the mess of the world." June’s mom stepped forward. Her staff pulsed with light. "Do you see, June? No more war. No more hunger. No more secrets. When everyone thinks as one there is no pain. I have performed the surgery. I have removed the 'Self'." June screamed. Tears filled her eyes. "That is not surgery! That is murder! You have killed who they are!"

Each memory was vivid for a heartbeat, then pixelated and vanished like sand through water. “No,” I growled, slamming my hand onto the emergency override. “You don’t get to take him from me too.” But the system didn’t obey. The hologram in front of me split, half red, half blue. Adrian’s voice seeped through both layers, whispering into my mind. “You can’t save him without losing yourself, Dream. I can rewrite you. Make you better. Make you... loyal again.” The sound of my own breath was ragged, the room spinning. He was trying to overwrite my memories, all of them. The moments that made me me. I clenched my fists, pressing my palm against the neural link, grounding myself through the pain.

As we passed Orion, he called out over his shoulder, “Blakely did.” We sprinted upstairs before Orion could verbally lash out at us, holding in our snickers the entire way. After forcefully insisting Azrael could not watch me change, I slipped into my bedroom and released a deep breath. Now that I had a moment alone, I could focus on the mess that was now my life. I had mates—actual mates—and they were Gods. Hah, take that Alpha Felix Gannon!

The air was crisp but not biting, wrapping around us like a quiet embrace. I stared at the open plains, tightening my dark purple scarf and faux-fur-lined leather jacket, wishing the wind could carry away my doubts. Because—God!—how could I not want to scream to the world that I loved Maël? How could I not despise my own fear, this self-built cage? The judgment wouldn’t just be about his age—it’d be about him, about me moving from one Saravia to another after all those years. My spiraling thoughts crystallized right then, the truth tasting bitter.

Except… my hand hesitated on Ridwan’s file. I had memorized most of this already. His skills. His rank. His rise as co-alpha. But none of that explained the way his wolf had looked at me. Like I was already his. Like I’d always been his. I shut the file with more force than necessary. No. I wasn’t doing this. I wasn’t falling into this trap. I wasn’t letting biology, fate, or the Moon Goddess herself rewrite what I had spent years surviving. I wasn’t a mate.

CHAPTER 175 – TRUST HURTS MAYA POV Xves closed the door behind us. The lock clicked. Liam stood on my right, arms crossed, breathing like he had just run through fire. Aleksander stayed near the window scanning the street below. My knees felt weak but I refused to sit. I didn’t want to look fragile again. Not after what… she said. My other self. The one who claimed she learned faster. The one who said Liam would choose Brandy again.

Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath. I was still here. I was still alive. The system spoke again, but this time, its voice was no longer cold and robotic. "Detected that player has completed self-awakening and reclaimed personal agency in the last ten days. Strategy target recalibrated from 'being loved by others' to 'loving oneself.' Mission successful. Reward is a new life." I went still. Then, I started to laugh. So that was it. The real goal of this whole strategy game had never been Blake. It had been me.

Her comments encouraged me so much, she made me learn to believe in my self. “Eros, I’ve had the worst day ever,” I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen. “Aamon, Ember’s brother, just claimed me as his mate! I know it’s another trap, just like Ryder. And to make matters worse, Aamon is friends with that asshole!” I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

I keep on typing, switching the names in my chapter. 'I wish he didn't have to leave and I hate that I wonder what would've happened if no one came in.' I bit my lip as I stare at my screen. My thighs press on each other. My pussy pooled. Killian's hands were in there today. Forgive me father for my mind is starting to get dirty again. And if it does, I fear that I won't hold back. I fear that I'll submit and be selfish. I so desperately want to be selfish.