#avitis

[mageofspacemultiverse]

(late) Toxic trait bingo for Avitis? :0

You're not sure why, but you appear to have a reservation.

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🎮 Avitis :)

Hi babyyyyy :D

An excellent choice! The vibe is giving Mawile very much ngl

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avitas do you like knives or is it just a tool to you? do you have a favorite if the former?

Their response comes in a whisper as they watch a small window on the laptop perched on the work-desk.

Knivᵉs arᵉ chᵉap, vᵉrsatilᵉ and rᵉadily availablᵉ. Choosing a kind isn’t anything of notᵉ. I carᵉ about if it is largᵉ ᵉnough to protᵉct mᵉ, and sharp ᵉnough to slicᵉ toast. This placᵉ is full of oddity, but I can count on a knifᵉ, in a pinch.

[thetrashbagswasteland]

Do you like explicit fics about sad divorced dilfs getting off? Do you like minor turian characters? Do you like hatefucking? Then come right this way! Why yes, it's the long delayed sorta-sequel (prior reading not necessary) to Unfair - Unwanted!

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Avitus Rix/Castis Vakarian Content Warnings: Rough sex, physical violence/injuries Word Count: 7,790 words.

READ IT HERE

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devoted, intimate, peace & quiet forrrr barrix and avitis i am a simple man 🥺👉👈

Devoted: How do they show they're serious? BARRIX: Spoken commitment is something Avitus has always been flighty about but, both very much aware of that, Macen understands that his brand of over-loyal guard dog behaviour is in fact him showing his devotion to him. In return, Macen's the one who puts it into words - affirming time after time that he loves him, he cares for him, he'll do anything for him if he just asks. AVITIS: As a general rule, they don't. Neither one of them particularly wants to admit it's a serious relationship, even after decades spent with each other. But... living together, even going as far as buying an apartment and getting a pet together, well, that says otherwise really. Intimate: What kind of dates do they like? BARRIX: Dinner dates, wherein Macen picks a restaurant (must have decent food and not be fancy enough that feral animal Avitus will get kicked out), they both put on their most decent clothes (difficult, given how the evening invariably ends with Avitus shredding them) and attempt to make it through past dessert without needing to go home and deal with the mental images Avitus has been supplying Macen with every time they're beyond risking being overheard. AVITIS: Very occasionally, they meet at bars, pretend they didn't arrive in the same taxi and proceed to flirt over drinks before heading home once again, but usually date night means ordering in a substantial amount of food and curling up together to marathon one of the few shows they agree on - usually a detective show during which Castis gets distracted critiquing the accuracy of the investigation and Avitus pretends he doesn't find that frustratingly arousing. Peace: How do they relax together? BARRIX: Macen loves to cook and bake, usually roping Avitus in to prep ingredients because man does he know his way around a knife. It's relaxing for Macen and being given simple tasks works remarkably well to de-stress Avitus once he gets involved too. Simply being in one another's presence is healing to each other too. AVITIS: Paperwork time - usually spent sitting at opposite ends of the sofa with their feet propped up on each other. Castis invariably has more to do but it takes Avitus so fucking long to write up his mission reports that it balances out in the end. When Avitus doesn't have anything to do, he tends to make a pest of himself to keep Castis motivated. It's a regular, set routine and they both find that fact comforting. Quiet: What can they do together without talking? BARRIX: Cooking, usually; once Avitus is familiar with just what Macen's planning, he doesn't need reminding, just handing what needs prepping at the appropriate time cues. It frees Macen up to get lost in his thoughts, which he appreciates considering Avitus rarely ever fucking shuts up. AVITIS: As long as it's been since they did so, work. It's one of the few things they both miss about the days when they were in the same squad; as difficult as that time in their lives was, training and friendship meant they rarely ever needed to speak out loud when fighting. Avitus is more open about missing it, even though he knows full well that time has passed, but Castis also sometimes finds himself wishing he could go back to then.

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Summary:

An elcor veterinarian is found brutally murdered at his own clinic. No motive, nothing to point towards his killer. It's up to Second Class Major Crimes Detective Castis Vakarian and his new partner - the newest addition to the Major Crimes team - to piece together both how and why someone would kill the beloved veterinarian before the rapidly cooling trail can be erased entirely. But if anyone does know why someone would harm the sweet-natured elcor, they're being kept quiet by fear, apathy or some combination of the two. Only, the situation is set to become all the more complex as Castis' personal and professional lives are forced to collide explosively - and left with his reputation on the line twice, he finds himself betting pride, reputation and relationship on a longshot; that he can solve this one case.

Major Tags:

Pre-Canon, Detective Noir, PTSD, Graphic Descriptions of Corpses, Xenophobia

Chapters Written: 12/12 (86, 204 words) Chapters Posted: 12/12 (86,204 words) COMPLETE READ HERE FROM THE BEGINNING:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Here For Now?

Ah yes, Here for Now, I've totally been working on that one as much as I'd planned and absolutely haven't been neglecting it nope no not me Anyhow, the plot of this fic follows Castis handling the death of his father, dealing with his grief and confusion about what he actually wants to do in life - suddenly fearing that he's going to end up set on the exact same path as his father. It's a heavy and sad fic for the most part, but hopefully all the more fun for it.

Avitus had just been happy to see him return with food, uncaring for anything more emotional than ridiculing a decade-old rom-com he found on the infotainment screen. Then again… maybe he had guessed something had happened, considering that he’d seemed determined to distract him as much as possible- and he’d been all too happy to let it happen between the terrible acting, worse plot and sour booze his better company had brought along.  It’d been nice, for the few hours until they’d given in and fallen asleep. Like just… being on holiday.  Truth be told, waking the next morning hadn’t been all that unpleasant either.  He’d woken first- or so he’d thought until he realised that his friend was indeed awake, belly-down on the bed so as to avoid the sickly sunrise which had woken him. Really though, even though he caught a sliver of black as Avitus eyed him before settling once more, he was loathe to move. Moving meant accepting the day that was to come and there was nothing he wished for less in that moment. Perhaps the fact his friend hadn’t moved either meant he had no desire to face it either though. It was nice though, he decided, getting to exist without either an alarm or interruptions from other occupants to the room. Something he could-  “You think too loud.” Avitus grumbled, stretching and letting his chin come to rest on his pillow, all without looking at him. Of course. There would be no getting used to something he didn’t want anyways, so best not to even consider it. Oh well. “At least I think at all.” Castis pointed out in the spirit of fairness. “As opposed to, what was it? Living fast to die young?” A grunt, then a waggle of mandibles in indecision. “Live fast, die young and most importantly, leave a pretty corpse, Tiz. That bit’s crucial.” He said it with such insouciance that it almost sounded appealing - if not romantic then certainly romanticised. “What’s the point in any of this if s’not to be the hottest fucking corpse in the morgue? Nah- I want people to look at me and go oh what a shame and he was so good looking. Let the fucking hierarchy send me home in a box and use me as a good example of dedication instead.”  “What about love?” He asked, recognising that he was toeing into dangerous territory with answering such a rhetorical question. Better grab his omni-tool band and prepare to be kicked out of bed quickly. All he received in answer was a small huff though. “Have you considered what you’ll do when you inevitably fail to die whilst young, handsome and honourable? What about trying to find someone to be happy with long-term instead?” To give him credit, he did at least seem to consider it - storm-dark eyes open and expression distant - before he shuttered it all behind nonchalance instead. “Fuck that, Tizzy.” Avitus snorted, rolling onto his back so he could find his own omni-tool. “Love an’ long-term shit… that’s for people like you, not me.” And then he was on his feet, stretching up until his bones creaked- which drew a contented little sigh he commiserated with entirely. “Besides, if I live that long and let someone get their talons stuck in me, they’ll start to expect kids and all that sort of horror- which, I repeat, fuck that, Tizzy.” How quintessentially him to equate most peoples idea of a good life to purgatory. Still, as Avitus shuffled off to shower, he took a moment to reflect on it- deliberately dense as they both did their best to be, even he couldn’t miss the quiet threat there; don’t get attached, I don’t want you. Fine. Fine by him. Besides, he reflected as he dragged himself out of bed and set out clothes for the day ahead- the day which was almost guaranteed to be exhausting and emotionally fraught enough without starting it by spooking his moral support away, Avitus was fun in the short term but spending the rest of his life with him? Spirits, he’d be driven insane before he had a chance to get old, wouldn’t he?

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8, 15, and/or 34 for the micro prompts :3c

8 - sunbathing, 15 - trembling hands, 34 - bauble We're not gonna talk about how long it took me to write this one lmao I kept getting distracted by new ideas

They're older now. Slower now, in every aspect of the word. One of them's slower to anger, the other slower to wake from a dead sleep. Neither could say which is which, truth be told. By the standards of another lifetime, neither one of them is old and yet once strong hands tremble, hearing's not what it used to be and the horizons which had once expanded beyond darkspace itself have shrunk once more to considering a trip off-planet to need weeks of forwards planning. And, really, there are very few occasions to want to leave home too, not when almost everyone they cared to see came to them instead. Of course, if either of them claimed that it was a peaceful epilogue without a single hitch then they'd almost definitely be lying; If asked, Castis would point out that Avitus was still breathing and therefore it could hardly be seen as surprising that he remained capricious and bitey when bored enough that the mood took him. He knew equally though that if asked, Avitus would happily tell anyone who'd listen how he was still over-picky and over-stubborn, still tended to get stuck in his own head and still seemed to exist just to deny him whatever it was he most desired to do at that precise moment. Of course what he'd omit from that was that his ideas were just as destructive, dangerous and exciting as when they'd been young and immortal. These days though, distracting him from everything from the ill-advised to the downright illegal was a fair deal simpler though - basking in the dying rays of the southeastern sunset as it hit their little hilltop homes living room appealing enough that he could nearly always be persuaded to do that instead. (In many years time, in fact, it would be that very window that they would give in and set their bed up beside to best enjoy the quietest sunsets.) Somehow, though, even between the late-afternoon naps and the loss of urgency to their time, the strangest thing was the physical evidence of a purely mental development - belongings. Most of them Avitus' at that. Picture frames adorned the walls, of course, but trinkets and souvenirs of lives well lived filled shelves, collecting dust that he was somehow responsible for removing. Avitus hadn't changed that much, even if he was domesticated enough to keenly look forwards to the visits from his side of the family and what new shiny bauble the latest young adventurers had brought back to show them, be it rocks from a planet they were the first in living memory to set foot on or evidence of the last people to go there. Sometimes, they even discussed joining them for the next great expedition into the unknown. Discussed, never intended to follow through with it though, not when the sunsets where they were were just perfect.