#macen/avi

[aceouttatime]

Character bingo, gimme Avitus aaaand Kal'Reegar pls?

AVI RAHHHH- okay okay, so it's so funny that you ask about him because i just met him for the first time in this run of andromeda and will be crying about him and macen for the next week, thanks. it does NOT help that i have CERTAIN FRIENDS that WRITE ABOUT THEM and HAVE GREAT AND PAINFUL HEADCANONS that i accept as canon. (totally not reading cast's cold and unfamiliar home rn. fuck.)

anyways. he has been through a lot of shit, and i have so much respect for this bastard and his dubious ruthlessness.

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and KAL'REEGAR, MY BELOVED. i swear to god, he needs a break. PLEASE get reegar a blanket, spiked dextro hot cocoa, and a buddy to watch fleet and flotilla with. he works so hard. he is THE rural farmer kid you went to elementary school with who wanted to be a firefighter so badly because he wanted to save lives and then got really into wwII history. if anyone's seen the one meme with him where it's like 'fictional character but they're from my country/state now', i saw one where they put kal'reegar in a cowboy hat outside'a buckee's, and that's canon to me now.

[omniblades-and-stars]

For the shipping meme: Kryterius and Barrix plsplspls?

Kryterius - I'm into it.

I got into this one for the drama, tbqfh

I honestly love this one, because I'm a drama and tragedy freak. If we assume this relationship is canon, then the events of ME1 are that much more meaningful. Theirs is a story that has the potential to explore how trauma and PTSD can destroy, or alternatively, in an alternate universe, you can explore how having someone you can trust in your life can help you heal from those things. Also, like Saren's such a GOOD character. I love seeing him written well.

My unpopular opinion/shameful secret is that I haven't actually read and Kryterius stuff because I am so fucking picky about how Saren is written that I am often immediately put off by it when my tender sensibilities and expectations aren't immediately met. Character voice is something I crave and Saren's got such a strong one that if I don't vibe with it ... I just can't.

Barrix - Also into it.

Macen calls Avitus "Avi" and that's enough to immediately break my heart.

The ship is a fertile ground for everything. I haven't done a deep dive into it because I've only recently gotten back into reading fanfiction and stuff after having been out of the loop for several years. But also, again, I love tragic romances, as we have already established. If we're going on the canon events, this one is a different flavor of tragedy than the other two I've talked about so far. Avit searching for Macen makes me feral. The pain? The anxiety? The DESPAIR! It's so much feeling.

I don't think I hope any unpopular opinions about this one.

[nilboxes]

And the Stars Had Them Reunited

Macen Barro pulls through impossible injuries and circumstances and reunites with his lover Avitus Rix.

Read it at AO3

The cold burned through his lungs like fire, making breathing under the snowy conditions difficult, but Macen plodded on through the white expanse with a sense of exhausted fervor. The winds numbed him, his senses ebbed and surged like the tides, but if he stopped now either the weather would kill him, or the aliens that might still be after him if he did not find shelter.

The emptiness stretched out in front of him, and with no other thoughts to occupy his mind, he thought of the first moment of consciousness since he thought he had been done for. Macen had wondered why the afterlife had him surrounded by oppressive, green metal walls, only to realize he had, somehow, not died.

Impossible, yet it came to be, and in the days that followed, sliced and prodded by scalpels, blood drained from him to be put on their machines.

He had not been alone, there were other aliens there, but he, the only turian. A curiosity for them to study, curious enough that they somehow dragged his body from one planet to another.

The SAM implant in his head had been deactivated, an effect from transferring his protocols and nearly dying afterwards. With his omnitool also gone, he could not understand a thing they were saying.

He did understand though, the circumstances of an escape. As the strange aliens released him from his cell to transport him to another facility, he mustered up enough strength and quick wits to escape. Get a weapon, dodge, kill them all faster than they can kill you. Biotics only when necessary to conserve energy.

Several shots to the heads, quick, not neatly calculated but enough. He cut the other aliens loose—can't leave the others behind to a fate he was escaping—before bolting on his own, snatching every weapon he could possibly carry as he ran.

They didn't come shooting at least, as if they wanted the other aliens alive. But him, he was lower on their priority list.

Spirits, but that had been close. Shotgun shells on one side of his face blasting most of his faceplate on that region off, a deep gash on the other, topped off by one busted arm. And that was just the injuries from the encounter. Wounds, like burns, covered most of his left side where his suit got shredded. The aliens had gotten rid of his suit when they sliced him up, but the replacements he had been provided could almost withstand the cold.

He fell to his knees on the snow, and all at once the fatigue set in. He looked up at the sky, the beautiful lights and the clear stars above a soothing sight against the endless white. He couldn't move a muscle, his limbs seizing from overuse, but the small welcome comfort of the sight above distracted them. To think that among those stars, Avi was alive and that one day, surely, they would see each other again.

He got on his feet again, taking in a deep breath despite how it raked through his lungs. A few more steps forward, and then a few more, wherever his feet took him, the thought that wherever it was would take him one step closer to Avi kept him going.

-

A low thrum of anxiety that never went away plagued Avitus' days and nights. Playing—no—being the pathfinder hadn't been a job he had been gunning for. An ex-SPECTRE, with his list of skills better at subterfuge and infiltration, did not fit the needs of leadership. He didn't want the job, but Ryder had been right, refusing it wouldn't make the fact that Macen had died untrue.

Macen. It wasn't supposed to be this way. They came here to Andromeda for a new life together, leaving behind everything for a new start.

Go on for the both of them, Macen's last words rattled through him, a little bell chiming in a big empty space. Of course, he had to, but it didn't make it any easier. Being alone had never been part of this deal.

He sat alone in the Pathfinder's quarters which still didn't feel officially quite his, skimming through emails.

One in particular stood out.

>To: Avitus Rix, Turian Pathfinder >From: Ryder, Human Pathfinder

>Heard you were gathering up your people. I remember some turians were passing through Techiix, a settlement in Voeld, when I was there. Could be smugglers, but could also be some of your missing people. Might want to take a look.

Voeld. He thought it had been bad in Havarl, but the cold and the kett would down people faster than the threat of wildlife and raiders.

Avitus rose from his seat, and looked across the expansive windows to the millions of bright stars in the distance.

To Voeld it was.

-

How much time had passed since his he had been taken to this planet, since he had escaped, Macen hadn't a clue, but what he did know was that he was in a place called Voeld, among a people called angara. He had managed to stumble through to a daar called Techiix.

Stumble had been the right word. He had seen it from a distance, but had been far long into exhaustion to take another step. The angara found him. Some of the angara he had freed must have made it, as they looked beside themselves when they saw him. There were also other turians, kind enough to spare him the dextro-amino rations, but went on their way for business. It was clear things really hadn't turned out the way the Initiative thought it would.

At least the angara had been able to figure out his anatomy enough to help him with his face and the rest of him. The burns from what they called the scourge had been attended to by his captors, the kett, in some manner, but they healed wrong and his skin there had become a mangled mess, not that he minded. His arm had been dislocated, also fractured, coupled with dehydration and malnutrition, he was not in any state to go around anywhere just yet.

On a request, they had sent a message to the Nexus outpost, but one lone turian against the potential dangers of a kett ambush and no doubt several bureaucratic fences had left him in the care of the angara, who at least seemed hospitable enough after his deeds.

Macen lay still on his cot, in a small room that had been provided to him, absently fingering his omni-tool as his thoughts wandered to Avi, as they always did now that he had survived immediate dangers.

"Be safe," he had bidden Avi, asleep and safe, encased in his pod when he ejected him and the others, spacing himself in the process.

He closed his eyes, trying to remember his face, the feel of their hands clasped together.

He must have fallen asleep and dreamed, because when he opened his eyes it was Avi's face he saw, kneeling by his cot, his face a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Macen," Avi said, his voice catching as he took in shuddering breath. "Macen, it's you."

"Avi," Macen murmured through the haze of sleep, sitting up and wrapping his good arm around him and pulling him close, the smell and feel of him engulfing his senses so vivid that it couldn't just be a fever dream. "Oh, Avi."

Avi's hands, free from his gauntlets, cupped his face, his features contorting in concern as he touched the smashed faceplate on one side and the gashed one on the other. "Macen, what happened? These wounds..."

"You'll be the more handsome out of the two of us now," Macen chuckled.

Avi pressed their foreheads together, tears falling from his eyes as he squeezed Macen's hand. "You'll always be a sight for sore eyes to me."

Macen laughed as Avi pressed in for a kiss, long and full of love and the relief of finding it after it had most certainly been lost.

"I didn't know what I would do without you," Avi whispered, looking into Macen's eyes.

"I've survived against all the odds to be together again with you," Macen said, smiling, his heart bursting with happiness as he pulled Avi down for another kiss.

-

They lay in an entangled mess at the Pathfinder's quarters of the ship, the light of the stars beyond the windows streaming and providing the only source of light in the room.

The only one they needed, as despite Macen's injuries and the doctor's orders, clothes had flown off of their bodies the moment they could finally be alone. Hands sought to map each other's skin in fervent caresses, eager to rediscover the paths to pleasure six-hundred years of sleep and months of separation had blurred the memories of. Kisses traced those paths and marked those planes. And when neither of them could resist, found themselves joined as one to each other, and repeated these motions again and again, as it always was meant to be, until they collapsed in each other's arms, spent but also sated.

"I almost didn't want to take up being Pathfinder," Avi murmured sleepily as he thumbed Macen's ruined cheek. "I didn't want to believe you were gone."

Macen pulled Avi into a tighter embrace, as tight as his good arm could let him. "I was gone for sure. The scourge hit me badly, and all I could think of was you, how to do my best to make sure you could make it."

"And the kett found you."

"Somehow. I think they saw me through that, found it interesting. They must have wanted to do experiments on me alive, because they revived me and started taking sections of my skin and treating the burns with different kinds of treatment. A lot happened and I couldn't even remember most of it," Macen said, awake, suddenly, as he recounted those memories. They had him drugged through those experiments, though he could recall the pain, but not once did he wish it would end. Pain meant he was alive, that he could still yet find his way back here in his lover's arms.

Avi closed his eyes, winding his arms around Macen, saying nothing more.

Macen smiled, smoothing back the crests on Avi's head. Cradled there amongst the bright, and beautiful stars, they made it, and never again would they be separated.

[statichvm]

going through the turian ark like

[angelwingsl3]

Last line meme

Tagged by @s0me-writer! 

Here’s a little bit of what’s coming next in Macen and Avitus’ storyline, the second time they happened upon one another.

As he collided with the ground for the third time that day, Spectre Avitus Rix decided that perhaps being intentionally caught by batarian slavers was a… poor choice.

[jhezenkoss]

i have so many feelings about the sad turian pathfinders in mea

[sauntering-down]

you know those characters everybody calls by their full name EXCEPT for one person who has a nickname for them and they’re the only one who uses it and every time they do you just... fuckin die

[selfish-cat]

Dearly Connected Ch4

Title: Dearly Connected

Pairing: Scott x Reyes, Sara x Vetra

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Soulmates!AU

Preview:

'Hi, are you working?’

‘Hola, ¿estas trabajando? (To work = Trabajar)’

Read Here

[spectre-shitposts]

Macen: Avi... are you doing okay?

Avitus: You know how when coral get stressed they die? If I was coral I'd be dead right now.

Macen: Wait, what are coral even stressed out by?

Avitus: Current events.

Macen:

[x-witchling-flytte-x]

"Even the stars look brighter"

[lilcooldude04]

Avitus: I'm not that stupid!

Macen: Avi, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Avitus: DEA TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

[ramblinganthropologist]

You know, I’m going to pull a page from my dear friend @irikahkrios‘ playbook when it comes to Macen and Avi and decide in canon they are both alive. Fuck you, Bioware, you’re not fridgeing another gay male pairing!

[alyssalenko]

A Fresh Start

This was my secret Santa fic, a 'what if they both lived' fix-it fic. (I rewrote it four times and it is not my best...)

Macen and Avitus finally get the chance to thank Ryder for saving the both of them--Macen's life on the Natanus, and helping Avitus come out of his shell and come into his own. A fresh start for all parties. They get to look to the future, which neither is afraid of as long as they walk into it side by side...A03

"Avi, you came!"

A tiny, red-headed bundle of energy nearly bowled Avitus over as soon as they stepped through the door. He caught Ivi up in his arms, spinning her around in a bone-crushing hug as Macen smiled to himself at their display--the two of them so close after she'd saved Macen's life the year before. He'd thought he was going to die--thought he wouldn't have a second chance, so he'd separated from his SAM; it's only mission to contact and reach Avitus because he was going to be the new Turian Pathfinder. Ryder and Avitus had found him unconscious and barely breathing, his body broken and battered and on the verge of death, the Natanus torn apart by the Scourge with almost no power and the escape pods jettisoned. But they'd made it out, somehow. He'd never gotten the chance to properly thank her, not only for saving his life, but for being there for Avitus, being his friend and confidant and helping him come into his own as the new Turian Pathfinder. 

So when they'd received the invitation to hers and her brother's surprise birthday party, they'd both been overjoyed to accept.

"Happy birthday, munchkin."

Ryder scrunched up her nose in distaste at the nickname. "You know I hate it when you call me that--I'm not that tiny. You're just freakishly tall; seven feet isn't normal."

Macen chortled quietly to himself as Avitus set her back down on the floor, Ivi turning to him as he held out a small gift bag, and brought her into a one-armed hug. She grinned up at him putting the presents for her and Eli on the table with everyone else's, before taking each of them by the hand and dragging them over next the blue orb of her SAM, where everyone was seated, already drinking and laughing and swapping stories about their near-death experiences--one big happy family Macen felt blessed to be a part of. Avitus sat down beside Macen, his hand resting on his thigh, taking solace in the feeling of solid plates beneath his talons. Ever since his ordeal, the dynamic between them had been different, changed--both of them far more open with their emotions, things between them more intimate since they now shared memories because of SAM, but he enjoyed their newfound closeness. Closeness that had all been because of Ryder--she was their best friend and a huge part of their lives now, both turians very protective of the small and squishy human Pathfinder.

"Though Ivi has a couple near-death experiences under her belt just within the last year alone." Eli teased, shoving his older sister playfully and bringing Macen back to the present as someone called the younger Ryder away for his turn at the party games.

Ryder snorted into her drink. "Not sure it counts as 'near-death' if I actually died...twice."

Avitus arched his brow. "Yeah, but you had SAM to help you through it."

Ivi shook her head. "My second death was his fault; he stopped my heart."

"Ivi, I do not think that is fair. You made the decision and because of that everyone escaped the Archon's trap alive." SAM interjected.

"Sounds like you don't get to put the blame on the AI. I would've loved to have been able to get out of that hospital bed sooner after you and Avi found me on the Natanus, but I'd given my SAM up and I was too weak to take him back. I never did thank you properly for saving me--and him." Macen grasped Avitus' hand in his and giving it a gentle and affectionate squeeze, as his copper eyes gazed into the piercing black eyes he loved so much--eyes that were filled with so much laughter and love that he had gotten lost in on day one and never recovered. "You know, I actually don't mind not being in charge anymore. Avi's doing a great job."

Ivi bit her lower lip. "It's kind of nice that all the Pathfinders aren't the original choices. It kind of feels like the team is my own instead of my Dad's. No offense."

"None taken." Macen shrugged, tossing back his drink as Avitus scrutinized his expression, winding their fingers together under the table.

Sure, being Pathfinder had been everything he'd trained for and he wasn't sure what to do with himself anymore, getting bored when his lover was off doing Pathfinder things, but now he got to see a different side of Avitus. He was bold and passionate, ready to listen and learn and damn if his confidence wasn't a turn on. Macen grinned and stood from the table, running the talons of his free hand gently over Avitus' crest, cupping the back of his neck as he leaned down and bumped Avitus' forehead gently with his before winking and heading over to the bar to get another round, a swagger in his step. Ivi clasped Avitus' forearm, both of their eyes watching Macen's retreating form. She glanced at him across the table, inclining her head in the direction of the bar where Macen had disappeared.

"How are you two doing anyways? He seems better--and definitely more fond of PDAs than before." She giggled, remembering how shy and secretive he used to be about showing affection when they'd first met.

"We're good. Really good...but he's restless--wants to be doing something. Military roots, you know?" Avitus sighed.

"Maybe I can use my skills and go pirate." Macen slid a tray of drinks onto the table as he fell back into his chair, casually draping his arm about Avitus' shoulders, his lover turning a faint shade of blue as he blushed. "I think I'd look pretty good on a wanted poster."

Ryder's head fell back on a laugh. "If you're serious, remind me to introduce you to my boyfriend. He's kind of the King of Kadara and a big deal smuggler among the Angarans--but don't worry, he's going legitimate, I'm making sure of it."

"It could be a nice change of pace--I'll definitely think about it." Macen trailed a talon absently down Avitus' mandible, sending a shiver through him and making him shift in his chair.

Ivi's grey eyes flashed with amusement as she smirked his way, standing and stretching as she made her way around the table, clapping Avitus on the shoulder and leaning down to his level. "Down the hallway, the third door on the left is an empty storage room since it seems like you two need a little alone time. The party will still be here when you get back. Promise."

She patted his cheek affectionately disappearing into the throng of people to find her crew and brother. Macen cocked his head to the side curiously, mandibles flicking out as he watched her go, still absently teasing Avitus' mandible and working him up. He didn't even realize he was doing it--the sexual tension between them was palpable. Avitus tossed Macen a crooked grin aa he stood, offering Macen his hand and pulling him to his feet, wrapping his arm about his hips and walking alongside him, heading straight to the storage room Ivi had mentioned, the sounds of the party fading to background din, his mind a haze of lust and desire. Barely inside the storage room Avitus grabbed Macen's lapel, pressing him back against the door, their bodies molding to one another's. Piercing black eyes gazed into copper, time seeming to stand still for just a moment, Avitus' hand braced against Macen's carapace, their fingers curling together, the beating of their hearts pounding in unison. Avitus rubbed his mandible against Macen's the sensual touch causing them both to groan.

"I'm dying to get you home...think Ivi will mind if we duck out of the party early?"

Avitus chuckled. "Are you kidding? Who do you think suggested this storage room? Might as well make the most of the time she gave us, since we're already here."

Macen shot him a lopsided grin, rocking his hips and making their waist plates rub against each other through their clothes. "I like the way you think."

[feylen]

Psssht~ I really like Avitus （〃・ω・〃）

[anderffels]

also bioware listen to me....dlc about making avitus rix the happiest turian in andromeda ok?? thats the mission no more sad turian pathfinder who breaks my heart 

[bugfluids]

Macen and Avitus are gay turiens