Mass Effect Fanfiction Self Insert Novels & Stories

Because as much as I despise the way my father made me feel, being in here forces me to show no weakness. In here, I am not the flustered, trembling man who woke up tangled in an enemy’s arms. I am not the furious, aroused wolf who was pinned in the dirt. In here, I am Alpha Kieran Arnulf. I am control. I am order. The ledgers balance, the maps are precise, and nobody enters uninvited. Today, that control is the only thing keeping me from shattering. I’m running on a toxic cocktail of adrenaline, humiliation, and the best night’s sleep I’ve had in my entire life, which is the most humiliating part of all.

“Right now, its story says: you come here, you get used, you burn, the end. I want to write one where this thing still processes regret, but it doesn’t own you to do it. Where every soul it touches gets a choice in how much they give and how long they stay. Where nobody gets welded into the engine just because they are good at bleeding.” “You’re the heart and the mind of the rebellion,” Selene said quietly. “The only one with system‑level write access who hasn’t completely given themselves over yet.” “Flattering,” I said. “Terrifying. But true.” The Admin’s avatar spasmed overhead. “YOU ARE… ANOMALOUS,” it said. “YOU DO NOT… UNDERSTAND… CONSEQUENCES OF ALTERING CORE.” “You don’t, either,” I

Raw, unfiltered power. And as I caught my reflection in the dark glass of the office window—seeing my silhouette framed by the seat of a king—a dangerous thought took root. Maybe I can do this better than Axel. Better than Vincent. Better than Carlo. Maybe I could actually change the system from the inside out. But as I stared at the hard, unfamiliar lines of my own face in the glass, a terrifying question whispered back from the dark. Would I even recognize myself when the six months were over?

“Marco. Look at me.” He certainly does. His eyes remain his brown fearful twenty-four years old burdened by a city that never figured out how to release). “You aren’t a door " I tell him. "You are my brother.. I refuse to let the city use you to reach her.” A faint fragmented smile crosses his face. “It happened already Elena. The moment I inserted the patch, in the cathedral. I simply… wasn’t aware that the cost was myself.” Alexander’s hand lands on my shoulder, grounding.

— K My throat tightened. Even when I locked him out, even when I fled, he was watching over me. I carried the tray back to the bed. I forced myself to eat half of the rich beef stew and warm bread, but everything tasted like cardboard. Once I was done, I placed the tray back outside the door in the hallway, not wanting anyone to have a reason to stay. I crawled back into the massive, empty bed, pulling the covers over my head. The truth was an anchor weighing down my chest. *He already had a perfect mate. A warrior queen. And now, he is trapped by a bond with an unshifted floor-scrubber.*

“I’m faster. Smaller. I can get into places you can’t. You need to disable the purge system. I’ll find Cynthia and get the override key.” He hesitated, just for a moment. Then he nodded. “If anything happens to you—” “I’ll handle it,” I said softly. “Just like you taught me.” We didn’t kiss. There wasn’t enough time. But when I turned away, I felt the weight of everything between us settle into my spine like armor. I was no longer the assistant behind the desk. I was the storm in the system. And I was going to end this. The deeper I went, the colder it got.

I stared at the cars. Beth got in as her arrogant-mate held the door open for her. I averted my eyes away immediately. I wasn't sure I would ever get a person who I would call the PARTNER. My parents might be powerful but I was nothing. I wasn't getting a mate ever. And in the human world, I have seen them breaking their hearts. They're selfish in love. I am going to be alone forever. Someone cleared his throat. I twisted the one side of my lips showing my annoyance.

But sometimes, I think I like driving myself too far, a point where I wouldn't be able to reach back. My thumb stuck at the delete button, and in the last, I withdraw it. I couldn't do it. I needed to see it again and again, to see what people actually thought about me. What they say behind my back or what was the real truth of everything. I like tormenting myself with the things that made me feel bad. What type of person do that to themselves? Someone knocked on the door, pulling me out of my thoughts which were going wild. I was glad someone knocked. Muttering a little come in, dad came in with a stern face.

“Your system demands my fingers deep within your core, doesn't it, little vixen?” “Please.” The plea was broken, breathy, and entirely submissive. “Expose the route.” Zero hesitation remained. My spine straightened further as my secondary hand moved down, forcing a manicured finger directly into my dripping center. Slowly, I extracted the digit and buried it deeper against the tight walls. “Fuck, your territory is entirely flooded.” He advanced three paces, the phone angled sharply to capture the wet mechanics of my self-mutilation. “Introduce a secondary finger.”

worse. “What are you doing?” I demanded. The words sharp. desperate. because now this wasn’t about me. this was him. the presence spoke. calmly “If the connection cannot be removed” A pause. deadly. “the source will be corrected.” zayden’s grip slipped. Just slightly. because something inside him was being rewritten. and suddenly the truth hit. terrifying. It wasn’t trying to erase me anymore. It was trying to erase him from himself.