#adrien victus

[catbaiyun]

My piece for a Mass Effect 3 Zine. Concept: Adrien and Tarquin Victus, reimagined through an Icarus myth - inspired scene. (Oh my turians ❤❤❤)

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Soft Shores (Mass Effect -> Adrien Victus x Original Female Character) nobody human becomes extraordinary at the end of theworld; the novelty of alien bodies to humans and human bodies to aliens; love that conquers class/rank/species

2. It was evening, and no longer summer (BG3 -> Halsin x F!Durge x Astarion -> modern au) two traumatized nightmares running into the warm arms of a druid; the rising tension of a city in peril; lust and love and protection braided tightly together as a ward against evil

3. The Ministry of Pain (Call of Duty -> Ghost x Original Female Character) finding each other in every lifetime (derogatory); grizzled special forces soldier finds himself unwittingly protecting headstrong journalist; enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers

4. Happy Hare (Warhammer 40K: Rogue Trader -> Heinrix van Calox x F!Rogue Trader -> modern au) the english countryside at the height of summer; leaving your cult-like policing organization to prostrate yourself at the feet of an iconoclastic mess of a woman; a pretty little rich girl with a drug problem and the sudden chance to do something good for once

5. Death at a great distance (Dragon Age II -> Fenris x Female Hawke -> modern au) a bruised, battered man welcomed into the fold of a warm, but deeply troubled group of friends; cold, industrial Kirkwall; love blooming in the harshest of places

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Confession: I should be fucked out of my mind sandwiched between Garrus and Adrien Victus rn. It is where I belong

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[hanasnx]

CRUSH — g.vakarian, a.victus, j.shepard

“ is it right? i don’t know / but you’re taking my control / now i’m knocking through your door ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | mass effect. NOTES. shakarian fic but featuring adrien. not poly relationship just a cute lil crush fic. WARNINGS. established shakarian ノ size difference (both m) ノ suggestive content: multiple allusions to sexual situations ノ the smallest amount of unresolved angst but not really ノ awkward situations ノ lowkey not proofread.

PRIMARCH ADRIEN VICTUS can’t really explain it. There’s not a lot to explain, ultimately. One minute he’s on Menae barking orders in the frontlines, the next he’s holed up in some ancient turian-human hybrid ship buffing out his political image. The Commander of said ship is even more confusing. JANE SHEPARD lumbers around with a chip on her shoulder, dressed completely inappropriately—but he’s not one to make remarks on someone else’s vessel.

When she’d extracted him he’d noticed the mouth on her, even had to go as far as to correct it, reminding her exactly who she was talking to. Even scolded she was unwavering, and it’s an interaction Adrien cannot stop thinking about. He tosses and turns in his quarters, lying awake pondering the great Commander Shepard. As she’d check in more and more, he’d find he’d overanalyze their conversations. He’d give her a completely professional report, only to end it with some personal anecdote or emotion he’s experiencing. It’s demeaning. During the Tuchanka incident, he’d actually felt a real consequence of her judgement when he admitted the turian bomb existed. A strange, hollow feeling caved in his chest. He’s a leader, he’s used to having to be the bad guy, but he felt real shame looking into her eyes and confessing to an attempted act of terrorism even though she’s not his superior, and handled the situation objectively.

She keeps interesting friends. Her circle is made up of all walks of life, with the unlikeliest of alliances. GARRUS VAKARIAN is among her closest, and yet he’s seen getting along with the krogan, Wrex of Clan Urdnot. Apparently, Shepard has a rare uniting kind of quality to her. So as to maintain their delicate professional relationship, Adrien does not pry into their history, but it makes him dangerously curious.

At one point, he’d be certain he made a fool of himself. Clearing his throat, adjusting a crease in his uniform, using anything as an excuse to fiddle just so he could get the words out. Awkward, and clunky, he fights to ask, “How about coffee? Hrm—sometime.”

Cautiously, Shepard peers up from the datapad she’d been scrolling through, side-eyeing him to gauge his meaning. Instead of trusting her wary instincts, she’s polite in accepting. “That sounds… fine, but maybe after this whole thing passes? You know?” Vaguely her hand gestures to around the room in a whip, it’s obvious her priority is the Genophage and Adrien’s reminded that that’s where his focus should remain too. However, he notes the informal response being a positive sign, as if she’s warming up to him.

“Of course—ahem—yes.”

Shepard nods respectfully, and exits the war room.

He doesn’t really know what he wants to do with her. The puzzle pieces of it all just won’t fit to give him a clear picture. There’s this urge to be close to her, to… impress her—although that desire never compromises his integrity.

Days pass with little time to share between the two of them, but comes to respect and admire her in new ways. The way she handles conflicts without blind cruelty, and her belligerent knack for peacemaking, it’s all fascinating to watch albeit juxtaposing. Underneath the hard shell is a strategist with a soft heart. He can see how her subordinates trust her, gravitate towards her. Hell, even Vakarian had vouched for her personally.

All too soon, it’s time for his exit from the vessel. It’s a melancholy affair, having grown used to the odd sort of warmth in the environment.

“It was an honor to have you aboard, Primarch. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” Shepard tells him, and he’s come to understand that she never says anything she does not mean. It’s words that he cherishes, a heat blooming in his chest as he shakes the hand she offers. Even her handshakes are tough but fair, and he finds himself coming to rest his palm atop the meat of her thumb. It’s an inappropriate gesture, and while he experiences some shame for it, Shepard is unperturbed, nodding to him. It bolsters him, steeling himself through it.

“I hope so, Commander. We all stand behind you on this.” he replies, and he questions his phrasing, leaving it unspoken that he alone wants to support her endeavors. She presses her lips together, seemingly unable to respond as she retracts to take her leave. In a flash of poor judgment, his eyes glance down and fly up just as quickly. The last thing a turian Primarch needs to be doing is checking out a human commander working alongside him in a war of all things. Once again, he asks himself what he would even do with a human.

It’s this very confusion that drives him to secure one more meeting with the Commander before he’s dropped off. Even though they’ve already exchanged their pleasant goodbyes, he simply is compelled to stay, as if his feet won’t carry him off the boarding ramp. The captain’s cabin has a fair bit of privacy to it for good reason, and his skin prickles at the notion he’s in proximity to the place she sleeps. He approaches the door, and alarms blare in his head to leave at once—what he’s doing right now is so highly unusual that he can’t bear the thought of actually going through it. Yet here he stands, his hand reaching to the pad to hail her to open it.

As his talon nears, the familiar sound of the door sliding open interrupts him, nearly jumping clean out of his skin about it. He’s met with Officer Vakarian… on his way out.

The sound of easy conversation dies out. “Oh, Primarch.” he greets with unmistakable surprise to his tone, evidenced by how he disrespectfully drops the last name of Adrien’s full title. The Primarch’s countenance shifts in a subtle frown, disturbed by his findings, unable to break his own shocked silence. Garrus’s subvocals are particularly damning, conveying he’s just been caught in a compromising position as he stands paralyzed and waiting for some kind of cue. Gone is his armor, replaced by turian civvies that look thrown on. Adrien’s never noticed his height before now.

Shepard—Shepard—pops her head in view, brows knit together at the prospect of a guest so deeply unexpected. “Primarch.” she parrots dumbly, and there’s an electricity introduced to the air that Adrien wishes he could quite literally catapult himself outside of. “I mean, er, Primarch Victus. What can I do for you?” she inquires with obvious bewilderment, as well as the unease that comes from her privacy being breached. As she steps fully into sight, it’s plain to see her attire does not resemble a uniform in the slightest. In fact, the garment hugs her tightly in a way that has him shifting in place uncomfortably. Another observation that makes him sick to his stomach is the dishevelment of the Commander’s hair, her flushed skin. It’s clear what transpired between them mere moments ago, a rather happy reunion he must be ruining right now.

Garrus watches warily between the two, forcing himself to break the silence by clearing his throat. “Uh, I’ll see you, Shepard.” Hastily excusing himself by skirting around Victus like a lovesick boy descending a window after sneaking in. It’s the kind of thing that has Adrien twitching his nose. A pause passes between them, and when Shepard opens her mouth to speak again, he’s swift to end it.

“It seems I’ve caught you at a bad time. I’ll leave you.” he says, and he notices he’s talking to her like they just met. It’s firm, uncompromising. He folds his arms behind his back like a military man, and bows his head in respect before departing.

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[blueclanmarkings]

fics masterlist - if anyone's curious about what i write

Hi. 😌

I suck at introductions, but let's give it a shot anyway.

I'm Michelle or Mich, formally known as BlueClanMarkings, and I write Mass Effect and Dragon Age fanfiction. I love angst, smut, angst, romance, drama, did I mention angst, and staying away from canon events. I love AUs too.

Below is an overview of some of my fics. I have two pseuds on AO3. Click here for Mass Effect, and click here for Dragon Age. 🫶🏻

current wips:

Fifty Sovereigns - Female Trevelyan & Varric Tethras The first story in the saga of Beatrice "Bee" Trevelyan. Takes place in 9:31 Dragon in Kirkwall. It's a loss of innocence/coming of age story.

9:31 Dragon

Bann Edmund Trevelyan sent his daughter to Kirkwall hoping she'd learn caution.

Beatrice Trevelyan had other ideas.

The Shape of a Lie - Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian An angsty and long Western AU set in a fake 1890s USA. Expect horses, gunfights, hunting, death, and graphic descriptions of violence.

Hired to infiltrate an outlaw gang, bounty hunter Garrus Vakarian soon discovers that some jobs are more complicated than they seem.

Ten thousand dollars is a hard offer to refuse.

And loyalty is a dangerous thing to gamble with.

series:

By Starlight and Sapphire - Mainly Shakarian, but it's on hiatus. Follows the story of Marika Shepard from 2174 and all the way to post-war. Currently in ME2 timeline. It respects canon events to a degree before taking a hard left turn toward AU-territory. Marika is "my" Shepard: infiltrator, Earthborn, War Hero, true neutral, pragmatic, and oddly romantic. A proper best friend dynamic with Garrus that grows into romance.

The Shakarian Works - Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Features just one-shots of these two lovable idiots. More often than not, it's just smut.

The Turian Daddy Works - Female Shepard/Other Turians Lorik Qui'in, Castis Vakarian, Adrien Victus - the other very fuckable turians in our galaxy. More to be added.

The Pinky Swear - Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Shepard and Garrus meet up a few years after the war to follow up on a pinky swear they made right before Ilos: if both are single by the age of thirty-five, they'd marry each other. This is fluff. I rarely do pure fluff but when I do I go fucking hard.

Breaking Regulations: The Vega Files - Female Shepard/James Vega Literally just a series for all my Shega stories. Currently just one here.

Hard in Hightown, Harder in Skyhold - Female Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford All the short stories that will span Bee's life from 9:31 Dragon and beyond.

a few chosen samples:

An Eye for an Eye - Female Shepard/Castis Vakarian (aka the most fun I've ever had writing fanfic)

Jane Shepard gets the surprise of a lifetime when she catches Garrus cheating on her with Tali. While having her boyfriend and her best friend do that to her is painful, she soon finds comfort in someone unexpected.

And that comfort quickly turns into something else.

A Guide to Awkward Courtship - Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian (aka let's pretend to date to get my dad off my back)

Some turian parents like to have a hand in who their kids end up with. None of them can compete with Castis Vakarian's overbearing nature. Garrus has had enough of his father's constant nagging, but nothing has helped stop him.

Then, Shepard offers a solution that he finds himself wanting her help with.

how to flirt with your commander - Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian (aka CSS and HTML gave me a headache, but flowed once I got it right)

Garrus Vakarian never expected his human commander to start winking at him. Unsure if she’s flirting, mocking, or plotting an assassination, he does the only logical thing: logs onto Read-It, the galaxy’s favorite extranet forum, to ask strangers for advice.

This is a romcom told entirely through forum posts, edits, and comment chaos.

rule number one: why we don't eyeball it - Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian (aka Garrus is fucking smart and I'll be damned if you forget it)

“Can it wait for a bit? I’m right in the middle of some calibrations.” —Garrus Vakarian.

Shepard knows code. Crack security systems? Easy. Rewire field tech mid-firefight? Child’s play. Get into places she’s absolutely not supposed to be? Please. Walk into the forward batteries and try to understand equations, trajectory models, and Newton’s Laws of what the hell Is that?

No chance.

So when she asks her sexy turian sniper vigilante boyfriend to teach her what ‘calibrating’ actually means, she expects a lecture drier than the surface of Tuchanka. What follows is… technically educational. Mostly hands-on. And definitely passionate.