#macen/avi

[sparatus]

lads. starting to consider if finishing make less the depth of grief is actually necessary for bad end or if i can just jump straight into come what come may which is ostensibly the one i actually want to write.

[mostmagical]

Pairing: Avitus Rix/Macen Barro Rating: G Words: 342

Summary:

Mornings waking were golden yellow, in sheets like velvet, twisted right His name: “Avi,” across the breadth of just one pillow, always whisper light An Avitus that takes a little longer to accept. Grief in eight stanzas.

For N7 Month Day 1 - Poetry

Read on Ao3

[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.

[thetrashbagswasteland]

🍄🕯️🥤🛼

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings Hmmm let's go with Barrix - Avitus is clingier than he'd ever admit, but Macen actually loves the quiet moments in the morning when he wakes up before either of their alarms and gets to enjoy snuggling up to him whilst Avi purrs and actually wants to be held. 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? Already answered but I edit the bare minimum because I hate doing it lmao 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love Listen, you can never go wrong with works from @sparatus, @korblez or @teamdilf, anything and everything from them is delicious. 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis I already did The Longshot sooo, here's ACAUH 🚀😭💣🔪🚀

[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.

[teamdilf]

hurt/comfort prompts: 9 and/or 10 for whoever you feel like? >:3c

Have some Avitus/Macen!

Macen is home - or as close to home as they can get for now, which is a two room apartment on the Nexus. He’s in a wheelchair (Avitus makes a note to tear someone a new asshole for not bothering to make these spaces friendly for those with mobility challenges), and isn’t feeling up for doing much more than eating or sleeping.

Marius is more relaxed than they’ve been in a long while; content to recharge on their dock inside of the mobile charger next to the bed.

Why isn’t he fucking happy? Why does it feel like something is sitting on his chest all the damn time? Macen is getting better!

He’s fine. This is stupid, so he makes dinner - a pasta dish Macen likes, which is good because pasta seems like the only fuckin’ thing they have in abundance right now. That’s another fight he’d like to pick: who planned the diet for the obligate carnivores and decided pasta was a great idea?

Dumbasses.

A thousand times he’s made this stupid dish, but today he forgot to buy the herbs he needs and burns the meat before he can add the sauce to it.

“Fuck!” he cries, punching the kitchen counter, which refuses to crack under his fist, leaving him with the ache without the satisfaction of property damage. “So fucking stupid!”

“Avi, you can’t keep it bottled up forever,” Macen says, his tone gentle, but not the infuriatingly gentle tone of a therapy-voiced fuck. Just the tone of someone who knows his lover is hurting and wants to fix things.

He’s spent decades keeping shit bottled up; stuffing it away in the empty bottles of liquor he’s drunk. Therapy has shown him that he’s got a problem with alcohol; the sort of problem that can only be solved by abstinence.

So, he burns pasta now. Fuck.

Slowly, Macen stands up off the bed and he rushes over to help him, holding him up while they walk to the couch.

“The burner is still on and dinner’s already fucked,” he says.

“Why don’t you tell me what has you so upset that you’re taking it out on the noodles?”

“On the meat and sauce, actually,” and Macen gives him a look indicating he doesn’t feel like dealing with pedantry as an avoidance technique.

It’s not about the pasta. It was never about the pasta and Macen knows it because he can tell what he’s thinking with little more than a glance.

“It’s OK to cry,” Macen says, prodding at his invisible wounds as if looking for the infection so he can lance it.

He’s already cried more than he has this last year than in all the years combined since losing his parents.

“I don’t want to fucking cry!” he snaps; immediately regretting it like he always does when Macen is the target of his temper. He takes a breath and forces himself to speak more calmly. “You don’t need to be dealing with my pathetic weeping. This shitty apartment isn’t made for someone using a wheelchair; I need to carry you into the fucking shower…”

“Correction: I get to be carried by my handsome bondmate, who then puts his hands all over me while he helps me shower.”

Always looking on the bright side of life. Only Macen could nearly die and look at the fact that he needs so much help as an excuse to enjoy a grope.

“I can’t fix you. You’ve lost your career and your asshole bondmate is doing the job that was meant to be yours and you should be mad, biscuit. You should be so fucking mad but you aren’t so I need to be mad for you,” he says, with a sob that he cannot suppress, but not for lack of trying.

“I am mad, but not at you. Never at you,” Macen says, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. “I just show it differently, and when I feel mad, I remind myself that I’m lucky to be alive and that by taking this job I was able to save the two people most important to me. That helps.”

Smoke fills the apartment and he curses, rushing to turn off the burner and take the now-ruined pasta sauce off the element. That’s one way to avoid eating pasta, Avitus supposes. Food is expensive as shit, though, and now they need to figure something else out.

“Why don’t we have a cry together and be mad together, and then order delivery? I got a flyer for a pizza place that caters to dextros as well as levos,” Macen says.

He hates crying. He hates crying in front of others even more, but the temptation of Macen’s arms is too great, so he curls up into a ball, rests his head on Macen’s chest and sobs out the anger and the rage he’s been holding inside since waking up in the jungle. Macen cries too; his own sobs more subvocal than anything. Even at his worst, Macen manages to be dignified.

He wishes he could be so dignified in his sorrow.

“You need a home you can be comfortable in,” he says into Macen’s chest. It’s a small point of pain in a wide ocean of agony, but it’s the problem he feels most able to solve right now, and he needs to do something for Macen.

“Be nice to the person who assigns living quarters, Avi. That’s all I ask, because it’s not their fault these spaces weren’t built to accommodate wheelchair users.”

“I’m always nice,” he lies, because he’s about as pleasant as a knife to the dick.

“Why don’t you send an email now? I can proofread it, and then we’ll handle dinner together,” Macen says.

Drafting the email clears his head and when he hits “send”, he feels the weight lifting. He did something to make things easier for Macen. He cried. He’s going to order them dinner so they don’t have to eat fucking pasta.

He’s made things better and it’s only late in the night that he realizes Macen figured out how to best fix one of the thousand tiny cuts littering his body and gave him a way to feel useful.

Instead of being irritated, he leans over and nuzzles Macen, who lets out a soft grumble in his sleep, but leans into the touch.

“Thanks biscuit,” he whispers, and smiles when all he receives in response is a snore.

[mtreebeardiles]

Reflecting on another post re: queer relationships and wanting children

I mean, people do. I don’t, but other people do. The issue isn’t so much that you **can** have a kid with Gil in ME:A, it’s that there are so few instances of gay couples that we rarely get to see the diversity within the group to begin with

That and the writing could’ve been a lot better. And maybe didn’t make a ton of sense when you consider Scott is 22 and the galaxy is on fire when this is discussed. They paint the Ryder twins as adventurous, on the go types, whether you lean into the adrenaline junkie angle or not, and it just doesn’t make a ton of sense to me for either twin to want to settle down and start a family when they literally just got to a new galaxy to explore, regardless of war status. Down the line? Sure, maybe, whatever floats their boats

Could’ve had gay Turian dads with Macen and Avi is what I’m saying but nooooooo god forbid we see older, established gays at all 🙄

[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.

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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.

[sparatus]

Plssss, the world needs more Sentiment & Reason, no matter what stage it's at

wip game

see what's funny is i actually started writing the first chapter in my head last night but it was like 4am and i HAD to go to bed lol

sentiment and reason is the sort-of prequel to to catch a rabbit, aka kryterius murder mystery, just in the sense that it takes place prior to rabbit. not super connected otherwise. this time, instead of saren and nihlus, we're covering avitus and macen and how they get together - specifically, via a spectre mission wherein they pose as a married couple moving into a neighborhood in order to investigate a murder.

so far i have the outline up to day 2 of the investigation, i'm working on getting at least to a workable skeleton outline before i start divvying up into chapters, but i do have the setting, the victim, the murder method, and the 3 primary suspects + actual killer worked out :3c and also a subplot about saren's great-grandfather dying of cancer and saren getting The Call sometime before the climax. that'll hurt like a bitch i already cried just thinking of him and des discussing the inevitable last night i'm fine but also it's important to avi and macen in that avi encouraging saren to go be with his dying parsaepat instead of seeing the mission through is a breakthrough moment for the two of them, proving that avi does have empathy and emotional intelligence he just keeps them under lock and key, especially once he admits to macen that part of his motivation for telling saren to go was that he (avi) didn't get to say goodbye to his own mother when she was killed when he was 12 and he doesn't want his brother-friend to have to live with that very unique kind of pain

i don't really have any snippets worth sharing so here's some Fun Facts instead:

title is derived from a poirot quote, because that is apparently my naming scheme for this series, specifically The Mysterious Affair at Styles: "'Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend', observed Poirot philosophically. 'You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.'"

fic takes place on the turian world thracia, which is another one of the ones with no canon from the scavenger hunt me1 mission and i'm kinda just bullshitting as i go but currently i have it as a world on the part of the turian-human border that used to be (unpopulated, just claimed) turian-salarian, pleasant climate, mostly a retirement planet for older turians looking for somewhere peaceful and warm to spend their twilight years, but with the advent of humanity there's been an increase of alien immigrants and with them younger turians moving in to make the old people feel more secure. there's tension there as a lot of turians don't want humans to feel entitled to a turian planet while humans and some other species feel the turians are being reactionary.

the victim is lieutenant general tagetis agonian, a very old drake (147yo at TOD) with an illustrious career including supporting desolas arterius's rise to power/fame and being one of the commanding generals at shanxi

because we all know i love my meaningful names, agonian's first name comes from the genus name for marigolds Tagetes, because he's killed with a marigold crushed into his tea to trigger his severe levo allergy

macen also has a severe levo allergy. coming into contact with a mixed-chirality bouquet and explaining his sudden hives to avi is what gives avi the idea for what killed the general when his autopsy comes back negative for known poisons but his tea had an earth plant in it.

one of the suspects, myrenth "myra" d'saana, is an asari resident in their waning matron stage who works as an accountant in the city. they moved to thracia with their bondmate several decades ago, and while their bondmate has passed on they'd grown fond of the neighborhood and their neighbors and chose to stay there to raise the child she had with said bondmate. said child is currently in their early 30s, asari equivalent of about 8 or 9, and was conceived shortly before the bondmate passed as "something to remember her by."

myrenth is very proud of their garden and regularly went back and forth with tagetis for first place in the annual competition. their garden is mixed-chirality, but they politely kept the levo plants away from the fence bordering tagetis's yard so he wouldn't accidentally come in contact with them.

[spacecravat]

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

[thetrashbagswasteland]

Get to know your fanfic writer!

Tagged by @teamdilf several days ago woops thank you tumblr WILL NOT give me notifications When did you post your first ever fanfic? I wanna say 2008, it was a beyblade/doctor who crossover and about what you'd expect from a 12 year old 😂

First Character(s) you wrote? Kai from the original Beyblade series', as far as I can remember.

Main Character(s) you’re currently writing? Castis Vakarian, Avitus Rix and Macen Barro. Also maybe my AU femShep (Mass Effect)

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon? Astarion (BG3) because alas I am not immune to the appeal of a shitty little vampire twink nor to the brainworms that game seems to give everyone who plays it

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing? Mass Effect (Trilogy and Andromeda)

Platonic pairing(s) you’re currently writing? Saren Arterius & Avitus Rix Sara Ryder & Avitus Rix

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing? Avitus Rix/Castis Vakarian Macen Barro/Avitus Rix Vetra Nyx/Sara Ryder

Your top AO3 tags? Angst, Pre-Canon, Established Relationship and Hurt/Comfort

Current platform you use for posting? AO3 all the way thanks, that's my bestie

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on? Here's some Tolerance Tested - Chapter 9: Muddied Waters; in which Macen has some awful realisations and far more truth than he ever wanted

Macen remained quiet, finding it hard to breathe if he were quite honest - here, in the quiet of the pre-dawn, a million kilometres and more than a decade away from the horror, he was still scared to hear the culmination of the tale. But Avi carried on regardless, desperate to get to the end of it, he thought. “Caught them in night-shift, just a couple of kids on duty. I ordered them to open fire and… when they refused, I shot them.” This time, he contemplated the bottle in his hands before sipping it once more. By all rights he shouldn’t be able to speak clearly at all at this point and yet here they were. “Two more for my conscience, for what they were worth. Then I trained the main gun on the outpost’s oxygen converters. Didn’t take much- two shots’d have done it, but I went with four, made damned sure it was a crater- made sure there was no more Dregir.” His mind supplied, uselessly, intrusively, platitudes about how little those people would have suffered; igniting their oxygen supply would have meant they’d have died from rapid decompression at worst and simply burned away in a fireball at best. Either way would have been ruthlessly efficient and mostly painless - likely dead before they knew what had hit them. It did plenty to explain the little moniker he’d heard though. The Reaper of Dregir. Horrific as it was, it wasn’t surprising- well, no, what was surprising was that the hierarchy hadn’t covered it all up. “You didn’t have a choice, baby.” Macen murmured, not daring to reach out again with physical comfort he was almost certain would serve only to put him on edge. “They must have seen that- you couldn’t have done anything different without the fallout being made your fault.” “Maybe.” Tension-cord tight, his voice nearly broke with the word, and then Avi shook his head. “Didn’t matter. One thousand and ten casualties, someone had’ta pay. I did my duty and trusted that they’d stand by me- what’s twenty two years of loyalty worth, huh? Turns out, shit-fucking-all.” Their eyes met and he couldn’t help but see resentment there - maybe not aimed at him directly but certainly at the ideals he chided Avi to go along with. “They threw me in a cell under Eldis; kept the court case small, blessedly, just some good ol’ silver barking questions and getting psychiatrists to prod at me, but it was still hell. Promoted beyond my capabilities and without sufficient consideration to my limitations - that’s what they decided in the end, and that fair enough, they’d let the victims families have my life for it.” Perhaps his surprise at that was too blatant, his instant, roiling disgust that they’d blamed it all on him too loud, given how Avi chuckled - dry and humourless. “Firing squad, Mace, that’s how they said they’d do it. One of the guards complained that t’wasn’t a hangin’; apparently the hanged dance for over a minute after death, d’you know that? He showed me, too.” Macen clenched his teeth, determined not to let his disgust at that slip out, if only because he suspected it’d come out as nausea instead. “I got the last laugh though. Hours before my big day, Saren turned up with a council-ordered stay of execution an’ demanded to take me away for their investigation.” Hours. Hours had been between Avi and being essentially murdered for the crime of doing the right thing- and with that, Macen knew for certain that he definitely had some calls to make. How could he not, how could he live with that information? But…. It did at least make it far more evident just why Saren had earned his devotion and loyalty; why he’d transferred whatever confidence he’d had in the hierarchy before then straight over to him. “He saved your life, quite literally.” Until that point, he’d assumed he’d meant it in the more figurative way but, no, he had genuinely saved him, hadn’t he?

“Dunno if that was his intention to start with.” His boyfriend shrugged, maybe leaning a little closer, looking a little more regretful instead of simply broken. “But he got everythin’ he needed outta me and hadn’t yet put a round between my eyes, so I started to get spooked. Asked him t’just be up front about it and… he put a gun in my hands- put his gun in my hand. Told me that if I couldn’t live with what I’d done, he’d understand and it’d be a right damned shame I’d managed t’get it off his hip and kill m’self before he had a chance to react but if not, that he thought it’d be a waste of a useful soldier.” His mandibles twitched with some half-lost in-joke. “Dunno why I said yes, in hindsight an’ given the hell he put me through in the name of training, but I did and…” “And here we are now.” This time, Avitus didn’t resist when he took his hand, just nodded and transferred the bottle to his other hand so he could keep going, as if he still had more demons to chase away with drink alone. Over a thousand- he had to have a fair few. And��� that had been in one go. How many more ghosts had he gained since then? How much blood was on his hands that he blamed himself for? How had he lived with that?

tagging @spaceouttatime, @callista-curations, @ferowyn and anyone else who fancies doing this and hasn't yet!

[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)’

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“Pathfinder Rix? Can you open your eyes?”

Words that pull him straight from the content plateau he’d been resting on. “Avi?” he says loudly, trying to sit up in his hospital bed, and cursing the cage that is his broken body. “Bring me to him!”

A nurse he does not recognize steps behind the curtain blocking him from a view of his bondmate. “This is a hospital,” the asari woman scolds, ignorant of just who she’s talking to and what their patient out there means to him, “you cannot raise your voice.”

“Avi is afraid of doctors,” he blurts out. “I don’t know the full story, but I need to be there, so open the curtains, and push my bed out so I can talk to him.”

“You’re in no condition to help and we cannot cause you distress.”

“Bring me to Macen, you twisted fucks!” Avi shouts, followed immediately by the screams of several members of the MedBay staff. There’s a crash of metal hitting the floor, followed by someone shouting for security. Heavy footsteps run in, and a gruff turian voice tells Avi that he needs to calm down. Seconds later, there’s the crack of faceplates breaking under a closed fist and the guard drops to the floor with a grunt.

Avi is scared and fighting in his way, and it’s not going to fix this situation, so it’s time for him to fight in his own way. Staring at the nurse, he grips the side of his bed, and in his sternest tone possible, he says, “By order of the turian pathfinder, you will bring me over to Pathfinder Rix immediately.”

“Sir…”

“Now.”