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satashiiwrites · 1 year

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Tell us more about the Royalty/fantasy AU pretty please?

So once upon a time, @radio-chatter made some random comment about Scott in a fantasy setting? I think it was them at least. Might have been @quietborderline but yeah. I ended up writing a snippet about Scott being a mage prince and doing something really dangerously dumb with Reyes about ready to wring his neck. There’s also a generous helping of MShenko here.

It sat on my hard drive for a while and I got a little burst of energy about this idea so I all but wrote an opening scene to go with the other two scenes already written as snippets.

Here’s the first scene:

The cold seeped through Scott’s bones, chilling him through although he acted as if he didn’t notice it as he stood watch. There was the scent of snow on the wind as it stung his face, freezing his facial muscles as he watched the rider approach on the road from the south. It was a lone rider, and they were in a hurry, the horse slick with sweat despite the cold and sucking in great lungfuls of air as it’s hoofbeats echoed off the narrow road up the mountain. It was an odd day to have a single rider—they weren’t due for another caravan for another five days and the regular watch ride wasn’t due for another two.

This far up in the mountains, in his family’s old traditional stronghold where he’d been sent by his father almost two years ago, the isolation of the mountains had left marks on him as he stood guard. The mountain pass that the fortress stood at the juncture of two different fissures that led from Hyperion into the more fertile lands of Arcturus from which you could travel into the heart of the Sol empire via the trading towns and caravan routes and the other towards the heart of Hyperion. In the other direction there was Kadara—the lawless kingdom that had been torn apart into small warring clans after the last war with the empire of the Kett beyond them.

Hyperion had been lucky in the war—by responding to the desperate calls of the old rulers of Kadara they had kept the war in Kadara and not allowed incursions into the highlands of Hyperion.

Kadara had suffered much in their stead.

The land had been scarred, it’s people broken and the ruling family dead. Even today—twenty years later—there was no outright ruler of Kadara and instead many regions had their own local rule that competed in the capital of Kadara for position. The warlords and merchants jockeying for advantages but the nominal ruler changed often. Currently Sloane Kelly—a soldier from Sol who had been removed from her command—was in charge according to the rumors that flowed down the trade routes like a secondary common currency.

The flutter of the travel cloak revealed the uniform beneath it marking the man below as a member of his father’s personal guard—the dark blue visible from Scott’s perch. What did his father want?

He didn’t move from his post. Most likely his father had sent a message to Lord Shepard. Lord John Shepard had semi-retired from the empire’s legions where he was infamous for ending the reaper war on the other side of the continent when Scott had been just a lad. Instead of staying and becoming a power broker in the empire’s court he had requested being posted to Hyperion which had been accommodated given the war with the kett had also ended just years before the reaper war.

Alec Ryder had once commented within Scott’s hearing that John Shepard had been sent to keep an eye on Hyperion—why his father thought this Scott wasn’t sure. His father publicly supported Shepard but wasn’t overly friendly with him. If Shepard had wanted to he could have made a play to depose Scott’s own father as the Prince of Hyperion—but he hadn’t.

Scott knew his father still was suspicious of Shepard. Which is why Scott had been sent here as a teenager and, after a brief stint in his family’s home, he’d been sent back as a soldier to be stationed here and to send regular reports back to his father. He’d spent more of his life here in the mountain passes than he had with his family and it had shaped Scott.

What his father didn’t know is that the real reason Shepard had claimed the mountain passes as his home was because of the preferences of his second—a man named Kaidan Alenko who wasn’t part of the aristocracy but instead had been born and grew up in the high mountain passes of Hyperion. And he’d come home after fighting alongside Shepard.

Shepard had followed him.

Scott’s father—despite all his resources—had missed some very important key pieces of information. Scott had made a brief attempt at explanations but his father had been dismissive of his information and he’d stopped trying. He knew exactly why Shepard was here and, in a fit of defiance, Scott had kept this open secret from his father.

Kaidan Alenko was the love of Shepard’s life.

He was also a battle mage whose powers were viewed with much suspicion by the people of the empire once they no longer had a need for him with the Reaper war concluded and the destruction of all Reaper forces. The Reapers had specialized in mind magic and indoctrination, taking over and binding their victim’s will to bend it to what they needed. There had been a lot of death in the Reaper war and distrust of mage powers in the empire and the principalities that it claimed had spread like wildfire.

There were no large schools of mages any more anywhere in the empire. Hadn’t been any in twenty years.

Kaidan was one of the few living known mages who hadn’t died or had their powers burnt out at the end of the war. His retirement to a remote mountain pass had been the only reason he likely was still alive and hadn’t been accidentally killed by the empire.

“The mountain took care of her children,” as Kaidan often told him in private.

Why would Kaidan be saying this to Scott? Because he… he was mageborn. It was a secret that his father had attempted to bury as deep as possible, having Scott assigned as soon as he was big enough to hold one to sword training and drilling with his family’s career soldiers to hone his physical body over the mental one. Scott had been designated at birth as the heir and there could be no whispers of scandalous powers around him as the sole male heir.

His twin sister grew up in the warmer haven of the palace of Hyperion which was in the fertile farmland valleys where the rivers met the western sea. Sara who loved sailing and the waves, the scent of saltwater and the gentle breeze that carried over the water. His twin sister had been indulged in and raised to be a great princess, skilled with people and able to dance circles around the politics of Hyperion whereas Scot felt like a dull edged blade hacking his way inelegantly through conversations, more suited to the barracks than a ballroom.

He did and didn’t envy Sara’s position.

His twin regularly corresponded with him, was the one family member in his life who always had a kind word whereas he usually just received criticism from their father about everything he did. Scott wouldn’t be surprised if eventually it was decreed that Sara would succeed their father and not him—not the mageborn son who needed to be kept hidden away from court less he have an accidental outburst and scare everyone.

It had been years since he’d been out of control. Years since the last time he’d accidentally exploded a glass while upset.

He’d learned how to let his senses dive into the earth and wind around him, to anchor without losing himself and how to control his urges.

Scott was in control now. He was no longer a danger.

He hardly ever used the power under his command any more other than to extend his senses. Why would he? It would only encourage whispers and fear that he wasn’t normal. He didn’t like being a mageborn monster like he had been called in the past.

Kaidan had known the moment a gangly boy with too long of limbs that was wafer thin named Scott had been brought before Shepard and he’d all but adopted him. He’d never pressed Scott for assurances or oaths of loyalty—instead he’d guided him, taught him.

Really in a lot of ways Kaidan was more of a father than his own had ever been. Albeit they were both careful to hide things from outsiders.

Within the walls of the keep and the small town surrounding the people and soldiers were loyal to the commander of the keep—Lord Shepard—and by extension Kaidan and Scott first as their foster son and then as a captain under their command.

Scott had made it a point to never put himself above any of the others that he stood with. He took each assignment seriously—even the ever boring sentry duty that still needed to be done.

Every sentry up on this wall knew that Scott had his senses attuned to be alert to any oncoming threat but they still stood sentry faithfully at full alert. Scott liked to think that they were his brothers even if there still was the faint line of separation that kept him from truly being one of them. He would protect them to his last breath and they knew it.

“Milord?” One of the other sentries approached him.

“Yes?”

“Lord Shepard asks for your presence.”

Inching his chin down, Scott nodded. “Where?”

“The small reception chamber.”

“You are my relief?”

“Yes.”

“Very well then. Enjoy the sunshine while it lasts,”

That got him a puzzled look at the clouds that were hanging low. “Yes sir.”

As he left, Scott gave the clouds a bit of a nudge. Just because he was brooding didn’t mean that the other sentries wouldn’t enjoy a bit of sunshine. He would help them out.

#Eventual mreyder #mshenko established #mreyder #mshenko #wip folder tag game #replies #mass effect andromeda #mea #first drafts

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mea-art · 1 year

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Early design ideas for these wip characters

Includes: Merry, a pissed off sheep who's hunting down the entire wolf family who killed almost her entire flock.

and the final surviving member of the wolf family who is just trying to make up for his actions while he tells Merry he doesn't want to fight her. (much to her displeasure)

#mea's art #oc #character design #i guess #sheep oc #wolf oc #merry sheep #unnamed wolf #merry wearing wolf's mother as a shroud?#wolf apparently does not care #wip oc

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who-is-riley · 2 years

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Girl swag

#wip #art by riley #vetra nyx #sketch #mass effect andromeda #mass effect #mea #i always get to this point then dont know where to go after.

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whimsyswastry · 1 year

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Work In Progress Wednesday Thursday

Another much appreciated poke from @greypetrel <3

I woke up this morning to a new comment on my virus outbreak Mass Effect Andromeda AU. It’s been a while since I’ve worked on it, but here’s a never before snippet of the next chapter...

(This is very much a WIP, completely raw. All details subject to change, but I like this scene nonetheless.)

He took a deep breath and felt relieved that at least the days on Aya were warm. This facility easily could've been on Voeld, leaving them severely more ill-equipped. Here, they only had to stay warm during the night. An unbidden memory flashed in his mind's eye. Reyes had taken him to his private home on Kadara, a cabin nestled in the highest mountain peaks. He was drinking a steaming cup of coffee on the balcony, watching it snow for the first time in over six hundred years when Reyes walked out to meet him, draped a soft quilt over his shoulders, and then snuggled against him. It was a perfect moment. At least for the forty-five seconds it lasted before Reyes got a phone call that couldn't wait.

Scott ran a hand over his face and felt the beginning of stubble on his chin. He didn't pack a razor. Why didn't he pack a razor? Not important. He shook his head and moved on, "Jaal and Reyes, I need you both to try and contact your own people. I doubt your comms are any less scrambled from the storm, but it's worth a try."

Everyone left to their designated duties. Scott laid down, his back cracking as he stretched out. He finally had peace and quiet, finally had a few minutes to himself.

"Pathfinder?"

Almost to himself.

"Yes, SAM?" He tried not to think anything unfair about SAM. It wasn't his fault they were inexplicably linked.

"If we are able to find a working computer, I may be able to determine the severity of our situation."

"Right. Okay." He stood, lamenting the ten seconds of rest, before he grabbed a flashlight and ventured into the dark.

He wound his way through dark hallways, making turns randomly. Or, what he thought was random until he noticed the thrum of a familiar voice. Scott wasn't able to make out whatever Reyes' was saying, but he could tell by the low and terse sounds that Reyes was frustrated. Possibly even angry. He tried to follow the sound, each turn exposing eerily identical laboratories and offices. Maybe he should've been marking the walls to make sure he found his way back. Scott turned around, listening hard. Reyes had gone silent. Totally lost without a voice to follow, Scott turned to the left and walked as fast as he could without breaking into a run.

He slammed into a warm body. Slowly, he dragged his eyes up from the familiar flight suit to Reyes' warm brown eyes.

"Fancy meeting you here," Reyes chuckled, his hands coming up to rub Scott's shoulders. "Aren't you cold?"

Scott stumbled out of Reyes' reach. "Who were you talking to?"

"What?" Reyes' eyes widened, slight confusion written on his brow.

"I heard you talking to someone. Did you make contact with anyone? Does anyone know we're here?" Scott wasn't in the mood to play. He just wanted a straight and honest answer for once.

Reyes' brow dipped in confusion. He turned in a slow circle, looking behind him. "I got turned around. I must've been talking to myself, trying to figure out which way to go. This place has more twists and turns than the Collective." As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Reyes stiffened. Wary brown eyes tracked Scott's expression.

While hearing Reyes talk about the Collective was the last thing Scott wanted, he had more important things to concern himself with. Like contacting the outside world, what they were going to eat, whether or not they'd freeze to death before the sun came back up...

"Whoa, slow down there," Reyes cocked his head, his hand extended awkwardly between the two of them. Like being hit with a bag of hammers, Scott realized they were alone. In a dark hallway. Flashes of memories left him gaping at the man in front of him. Soft kisses, nervous touches, desperate bucking on top of multiple layers of clothes...

Scott turned on his heel and stalked down the hallway. There was no time for any of that, either.

#wip wednesday #whimsy writes #mass effect andromeda #mea fanfic #mReyder #Reyder

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theoriginalladya · 2 years

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WIP Whenever - Saturday Edition

Okay, I was tagged by @mtreebeardiles, sort of, and per request, here is a bit more of our flyboy, Scott Ryder in WWII. :D Just for you, my friend!

Setting: Andromeda Squadron airfield somewhere in the countryside of France, late April/early May 1940 (ie: just before shit is about to hit the fan); Scott Ryder, Sean MacKinnon (OC), Roger "Bug" Eustace (OC)

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Clear skies, bright sunlight, a gentle breeze; France in late Spring was always beautiful. A paradise, of sorts, though not his favorite place it did make the list of top five places. Gorgeous countryside. The locals were polite, even nice. Everything anyone could ask for such a scenic location. Even the weather had been cooperating, now that winter was behind them.

It was, in Scott Ryder’s opinion, far too nice of a day to be at war.

Flight Lieutenant and second in command of Andromeda Squadron, Scott stared up at the bright, clear skies over France to the east. For eight months now, the world had been turned upside down by a madman, though there was little to show it.

Okay, technically there were two of them, but the other was too far to the south and more of a general annoyance – like a fly buzzing around – than a real problem. More ego and attitude than active threat. But the one to the east...?

Scott sighed and ran a hand over his face. Yeah, that one had the potential to be the stuff nightmares were made of.

We’re at war, each to their own side, and the enemy is just a few hundred miles that way. Only the Ardennes and Luxembourg between us. All because of Yet everything is so…peaceful. Quiet. Normal.

A strong hand clapped his shoulder, shaking him from his reverie. Glancing to his left, Scott found his fellow Flight Lieutenant and RAF pilot, Sean MacKinnon standing there; black hair tousled by the breeze, cocky grin wide across his lips, blue eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. “Ready to go?”

Scott pulled his lower lip between his teeth, but he couldn’t stop the hint of a smile at one corner. Still, he spared the CO’s tent on the far side of the make-shift airfield a quick look. Technically he did have a 48-hour pass, so this venture wasn’t a case of going absent without leave. However, when the unit CO was your father, a pass didn’t always guarantee anything.

The rustle of steps to his right pulled his attention around. Roger “Bug” Eustace, self-proclaimed wrench jockey and all-around scrounger, was a man of middling years with a thick head of salt and peppery hair and a matching handlebar mustache that reminded Scott of days on the Adriatic. “Get on with ya,” he grumbled in his usual gruff manner. It was a front to hide a softer, more affectionate side. Sara was of the opinion he was all ‘gooey’ inside once you got beneath the exterior. “I’ll handle your da for ya. You’ve earned the break, lad.”

“He’s got you there, Little Duck,” Sean agreed, his grin flashing bright teeth. Looping his arm through Scott’s, he tossed a nod and a wave at Bug and tugged Scott in the direction of the automobile they had use of.

Scott groaned at the use of the detested nickname and stumbled a step or two, finally pulling his arm free as he followed his friend. “Will you please not call me that?” he protested, though it was a mild one. “It’s embarrassing!”

#Bug #WIP Whenever #Ladya writes #Scott Ryder #Sean MacKinnon (OC)#Roger Eustace (OC)#ME/WWII crossover #MEA/WWII crossover #snippet

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sheyshen · 1 year

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wee bit of a loss of desire to draw yesterday but at least finished lines for my boy scott!

#wip #kinda wanting to add mea to my replay list for after i finish replaying mele

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dreaming-in-sunlight · 1 year

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Todays progress

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #mea #wip #ryder #danielle ryder #vetra nyx #sidera nyx #arvius ryder nyx #cassius ryder nyx

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megamindsecretlair · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin , im never sure if ppl look forward to whats upcoming from me, but these keep me honest 🤣😭

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.

Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! Don't be shy, I love talking about my fics! We don't create or share in a void, we want to hear from you lovelies!

Well, Mega, what can we look forward to 👀

1) Beauty and the Beast Inspired Stunna: I have severe Yahya Abdul Mateen II brainrot and baby, 🥲 the way I want to write literally everything for him. This will be a precursor to a novella I wanna write with original characters and lots more action, but Id love extra feedback for it. It will have vampires, toxic staff, and naughty bits.

2) Mea Culpa: I have been debating how much time I wanna dedicate to rewriting that monstrosity of a movie 🤭 okay, thats not fair. The idea was there, the execution wasn't because TP wouldnt know what's sexy if it slapped him in his face. Who am I fooling? I won't be satisfied until I write the whole thing and satisfy my brain. So yeah, prepare for a rewrite according to what I would've done. Think corruption kink, think court drama, think Zyair being the toxic mess we know and love.

3) Mob Boss Tyrone: I feel like ive been teasing this for years 🥲😭🤣 and thats because the ask was specifically for a one shot and I plotted out 7 parts 🤭🤣 at this point, yall know how I am. I tried to conform to short fics for my sanity and I just cant 🤷🏽‍♀️ some ideas require one part, some require several. It will include hella angst, hella smut, hella toxcity, but at the end of the day, hes always going to love his baby girl. I also think im going to switch it to Fontaine chuz thats a prettier/grittier name and would suit the story better.

4) A Watchmen fic for Cal (Yahya): lissen, ive finally went back to finish Watchmen. Not because it was a bad show, but because it requires 100% of my focus and I aint had it. But for Yahya? Ill make the time. I feel like that is 100% a soft dom and I just wanna be his cute lil princess, sue me 🤷🏽‍♀️ I love a man I can't tell what to do 🤣

Theres more but for the sake of brevity, Ill keep it at the 4 most occupying my brain at the moment. Soooo, which one yall want first? And yes 🥲 im aware of how many series I need to update 🥲

No pressure tags: @nerdieforpedro @harmshake @notapradagurl7 @ellethespaceunicorn @miyuhpapayuh

#megaminds updates #megaminds tag game #tag game #tumblr tag game #wip #work in progress #wips #Ask me about my WIPs #poll game #poll #megaminds polls

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satashiiwrites · 1 year

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Messy Draft Monday—Halloween Edition

So yeah. I have had too many work emergencies the last three days to get this done… despite goals of yeeting a complete one-shot today. Tagging my RC collective discord peeps: @radio-chatter @quietborderline @tkwritesdumbassassins @missanniewhimsy @elisela @outtoshatter @muffinsandsweets @redhoodiskra. No pressure as always, this is just for fun

*sigh* there’s always tomorrow right?

Title: Bound By Blood

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda

Pairing: MReyder

Summary: doesn’t have one. It’s Vamp!Reyes x Werewolfexperiment!Scott

Other tags/warnings: first draft. Half done one-shot. Halloween creature fic.

The years had made him cautious—but not overly so. He was rather hard to kill after all and great rewards usually awaited those daring enough to take the risk

The last two hundred years (minus a six hundred year cryosleep) had been particularly interesting. So many new inventions, new places open to exploration as the mass relays connected his home planet to the width and breadth of the Milky Way. He’d made the jump almost immediately to the colonies exploring the various nebulas and systems, meeting alien races and learning new skills until he’d heard a rumor of an expedition so audacious he hadn’t believed it until he’d obtained his own offer to join.

Reyes had taken advantage of the one way journey to Andromeda purely because it was such an unusual opportunity and it intrigued him enough to play human again and leave the shadows he tended to favor.

What wasn’t surprising was the mess that humans (and Asari, Krogan, Salarian and Turians) could make of things. The Uprising had been disappointing. New galaxy but old problems and petty grievances had followed them all to precipitate a disaster. Colonists died., colonies failed and civil war broke the Initiative in half.

As old as he was, he didn’t need that much to survive. Finding that the Angara were just as good a substitute as a human, krogan or asari had been a pleasant discovery (in a pinch a Turian, Salarian or other Milky Way species would do but it always made him feel a bit off to have dextro blood in his system). Keema’s adoption of him as her family even more so.

Reyes hadn’t had a true family in a long time. Now, he would kill any who threatened Keema and his people.

He’d written off the Initiative for the most part. They were stuck on the opposite side of the Haranj in a tangle of the Scourge without a viable colony to support themselves so he’d invested his time and efforts in working with the Angara and starting to carve out his own fiefdom like his kind had in the worlds of old.

That’s when whispers of an ark had reached his ears.

The Hyperion had been sighted and made it’s way to the Nexus.

Reyes had consulted with Keema and Evfra about whether this changed anything. They had all agreed to wait and see—they had enough trouble to deal with in the Kett.

Now the Kett were truly worthless. Their blood was rancid—they barely qualified as living to Reyes and were waging a war of extinction against his family by invading their homes.

No sense of humor either—you could tell a lot about a species based on what they found funny.

The whispers became rumors and then intelligence reports of a Pathfinder—not Alec but a Scott Ryder. It seemed some misfortune had befallen the father and now the son had inherited his father’s heavy mantel. Reports came in that implied competence and a tendency towards fairness more fitting of an Arthurian knight.

Reyes had to admit to being intrigued when Evfra admitted to finding this Scott impressive for being so young. He offered to be the liaison contact on Kadara when it became obvious that the Tempest’s next port of call would be Kadara.

He needed to meet Scott Ryder personally and judge how best to handle him. Whether this young Pathfinder was going to be ally, asset or foe needed to be determined.

Photos of Scott Ryder did not adequately prepare him nor were the reports detailed enough.

As old as Reyes was, he’d honed his skills and enhanced senses over the years. It had been quite a while since someone had delighted him as much as Scott did.

Scott had the athletic build of a career special forces operative and the slight swagger to his hips and cocking of the head that spoke to his confidence in his skills. Sapphire blue eyes reflected unnaturally in the neon lights of Kralla’s Song that hid the hazel green and amber flecks of the iris but betrayed the night vision flash of something not quite human more than the slight scent of pine and mountain air that clung to him.

Reyes had not anticipated this.

Scott had something of the wolf in him. Not fully—no. When tested he did not react to the changes of the moon nor did he do anything other than sneeze when tested with wolfsbane flowers (and hadn’t those been fun to procure when he’d not thought to ever need them six hundred years away from the politics of the Milky Way). His skin did not burn when exposed to silver and he was confused—not offended—by dog jokes.

He was a puzzle and Reyes was fascinated.

Fascination led to investment. Investment led to banter which led to something else. Something that Reyes labeled friendship but Keema labeled it something else with a sly grin while he ducked out of the gentle ribbing she gave him whenever Scott was on Kadara.

He was almost a thousand years old. Love was for shorter lived mortals—not him.

Then Scott made a declaration—he could have chosen differently but he had not.

Instead, Scott chose Reyes and Sloane Kelly fell to the ground dead from a sniper’s bullet in Draullier.

It made an odd sort of sense that Scott should surprise him even further at that moment, standing on the other side of a dead body. “I know.”

“Know what?” Reyes asked. The urge to touch Scott was strong but he denied it. He was used to denying his wants.

“I know you’re…. You’re…”

“I’m what?” Reyes asked, letting the words slide across his tongue like velvet even as his fangs descended, taking a step to the side so he could fade into the shadows if necessary. Scott smelled wonderful unlike any other wolf he’d ever encountered and it drew him in.

“You’re a vampire.”

Reyes paused, the label creating a barrier between them. He had not hidden any of his tendencies from Scott—in fact he’d revealed more of them than he had to any human in quite a long time. “A vampire Scott—surely you joke.”

Scott was nervous, a pink tongue swiping across his lips and he shifted his weight. “You smell…. Different.”

“Like what?” Reyes couldn’t help himself.

“Whiskey. Plums. Like the night wind…. And death.”

He arched an eyebrow at the description. “So? It sounds like you don’t like my cologne.”

“It’s not cologne,” Scott snapped, frowning before his expression flattened into neutrality but his eyes didn’t leave Reyes’. “Surely you feel it?”

“Feel what?” He’d been circling Scott, and he asked the questions right into the shell of an ear that twitched as his words entered, lengthening slightly to a point which Reyes couldn’t help but touch with one finger and trace the delicate ridge. “Ah—keep it in. Wouldn’t want to slip and let just anyone see this.”

“Reyes,” Scott breathed his name out in a sigh, head falling back as he shivered. Reyes took advantage to wrap one arm around Scott’s trim waistline.

“Yes Scott?” This close you could see all the different fleck of color in Scott’s eyes and they practically glowed gold in the faint moonlight. The wolf was close to the surface—closer than Reyes had witnessed it before. It felt like a rubber band stretched too thin between them when they were apart and the recoil as they neared urged him closer and closer, faster and faster until he actively wanted to snarl when Scott was called away by his masters.

He was beginning to suspect he would give just about anything to be Scott’s master. To be able to claim Scott as his.

“Are you mine?”

Possession flared in his chest and the heart that had not beat in almost a millennia gave a lurch.

Nuzzling his nose into the side of Scott’s neck where jaw and ear met, he purposefully inhaled deeply. Breathing was not necessary for his kind but it was necessary to use his enhanced senses. He could hear the slightly quick beat of Scott’s heart, feel the thrums of nerves transmitted through layers of armor.

Scott’s blood would be thick and rich on his tongue, taste better than ambrosia. It would be instantly addicting and Reyes knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the siren call for long.

A gauntleted hand held him in place, pressing his nose into Scott’s neck and he couldn’t help the satisfied purr that escaped. The gasp and aborted roll of the hips that Scott gave when licked over the jugular was both interesting as well as intoxicating. “Reyes….”

“What do you want Scott?” He needed an answer. Reyes barely had a leash on his instincts but he needed to know what it was that Scott wanted.

“You. I want you,” Scott growled, turning in his grip until they were pressed together from knee to chest. The hand that cradled Reyes’ face remained where it was but the other arm snaked around his waist to pull them together tight. The rumbling grew in pitch to a snarl and then they were kissing.

They’d kissed before in the storeroom as a smokescreen and Reyes had gotten the tiniest taste of Scott then. Now, however, it became quite apparent that Scott had been holding out on him. Open mouthed, their tongues dueled as Scott submitted to Reyes’ who nipped at the tongue that tangoed with his to add a few drops of blood to the mix like the finest wine. The crisp north wind as it howled across the mountains gathering the first hint of a spring thunderstorm. The crackle of lightning as it struck.

#bound by blood #mreyder #wip #messy draft monday #happy halloween #mreyder fic #mea #mea fic

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