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satashiiwrites · 2 years ago

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Fuck it Friday

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Posting an older wip that I should totally work on at some point…

Title: If I See You in My Dreams

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda

Pairing: MReyder as always

Tags/warnings: first draft. Reyes has prophetic dreams and it doesn’t always end well for him or his family historically.

Keema stared at him for a moment, hesitating before joining Evfra and the others. “Sholaon?” She asked quietly.

He shook his head, biting his cheek instead of speaking. Sara and half of Scott’s team was still in there and Scott didn’t need him too. Reyes just needed to convince his feet to move and be productive doing something—anything—that wasn’t here.

Gently patting his jaw with her hand, Keema gave him a pitying look before she entered the small medbay. She purposefully left the door ajar instead of letting it close behind her.

“Scott Ryder—I hope you are well,” her greeting carried out into the hallway, spoken loud enough for Reyes to easily hear.

“Keema,” Scott’s voice was a bit soft but still distinct. “I’m okay. How are you.”

“I am good Scott Ryder.”

“Do I have to remind you it’s just Scott? Again?”

Keema laughed. “At least once more Sholaon.”

There was nervous laughter that sounded like Scott’s. “So how did you know we needed your help? You got here so fast that it couldn’t have been the distress call.”

There was a pregnant silence with neither Evfra nor Keema answering. “Yes how did you know how to find Meridian?” Jaal—the smug bastard—asked.

Evfra cleared his throat. “We were forewarned and it is good that we got here in time to assist. Had the Kett taken Meridian it would have been difficult to unseat them.”

“Yeah it would have,” Scott agreed. “But seriously. Who alerted you? I didn’t know you guys had such good kett intel.”

Reyes could feel the awkward silence and visualized Keema and Evfra debating what to tell his lover since Scott didn’t seem to be in the know. “You should ask our mutual friend,” Keema finally said.

“What?” Scott’s question was pure confusion while a woman’s voice Reyes sort of recognized asked, “Who’s your mutual friend?”

More silence. Reyes rubbed at his face tiredly,

“Forewarned. You said you were forewarned.” His lover sounded like he was deep in thought.

“Yes. As I have been told you humans have a saying that forewarned is forearmed.”

Scott snorted. “Of course he’d say that.”

There was a few titters from what sounded like Peebee and Liam as well as a growl from Jaal. Why was he the one angaran who didn’t like Reyes on sight? Had he offended Jaal in a previous life?

He didn’t need to stand here listening to this. Scott was up and talking. He’d… he’d find Reyes later or Reyes would just message him to stop by Kadara when he had a chance. Reyes slunk away down the slightly tilted hallways and out onto the surface, using the same emergency hatch exit he’d used to climb aboard the Hyperion. Finding his people, he started directing them to help with the cleanup of the remaining kett forces. They needed to make sure none escaped.

Quickly becoming buried in the work of organizing and coordinating between the Kadaran forces and the Resistance, hours slipped by and night fell. Reyes was nose deep in a compiled local map projection and talking with the scouting groups when he became aware that someone was standing behind him.

“Red-5 keep your heading. Take Red-3 and Blue-8 with you. There’s a tangle of the Scourge ahead so keep your speed down and reply back every five.”

“Acknowledged. Reply back every five,” the pilot said. “Red-5 out.”

Dimming the map so it wasn’t blinding him, Reyes looked over his shoulder to see Scott had managed to escape the infirmary and was leaning against a stack of crates. He was wearing a soft looking Initaitve hoodie with his arm in a sling but his legs were still encased in armor and his boots that were pretty scuffed up. His vida looked tired, eyes bruised and skin pale as he studied Reyes with eyes that were gleaming electric blue in the reflected light from the map. In his hands he had two mugs that steamed invitingly and he held one out to Reyes.

“How are we doing?” Scott pointed his chin towards the dimmed map.

Reyes shrugged and took a sip of the coffee which must have come from the Hyperion. “Mop up. It’ll take a bit.”

Scott frowned, eyes following the movement of fighters on the map. “How many kett are the still finding?”

“More than a few.” There had been a surprising number of kett fighters that had scattered after the Verakan had been scuttled by the Architect. There wasn’t much left of the Archon’s flagship but they’d had to push the other dreadnaught into crashing into the Scourge and that ship had time to try and evacuate so they were hunting all the escape pods and fighters that had been ejected before it’d blown.

Silent, Scott was still looking at him. “What?”

“Evfra said that the intel about the Archon heading to Meridian came from you—before I sent out that distress call.” He said it as a statement not a question.

“Yes?” Reyes deflected. “You needed help.”

Scott’s lips twisted as he pressed them together in displeasure. “How did you know? You knew before.”

“Are you accusing me of something?” Reyes asked mildly, not admitting to anything. He was curious what was going on in his vida’s head.

“I’m not. I just find it interesting how you’re able to know these things. It’s almost like…”

“Like what?”

“Like you can see the future.”

Reyes scoffed, nervous and trying to deflect.

“Don’t,” Scott said sharply, setting his mug down and approaching Reyes until there was less than a handbreadth between their chests, eyes searching Reyes’ face. “You’re scared. Of what I’m not sure.”

“I’m not scared of you,” Reyes admitted softly, shoulders slumping. “I… it’s difficult to talk about.”

“How you got the intel?”

“No—well yes.” Scott was scowling now but he was reaching for Reyes to draw him in closer, free arm wrapping around his waist to close the gap between their bodies.

“You know you can tell me anything right? That what you tell me stays between us? I may be Initiative but you and me… we’re… we’re what? Boyfriends?”

“Partners,” Reyes disagreed immediately trying not to make a face at being tagged Scott’s boyfriend. “Boyfriends implies we are just trying each other out.”

“And we’re not,” Scott agreed.

“We’re more than boyfriends… at least to me,” Reyes admitted softly.

“Good to know I’m not the only one.” The scowl disappeared but there was still a worried wrinkle around the eyes. “But seriously Rey, you can tell me anything.”

“What if this changes how you feel about me? What if it’s… something that makes you think differently of me?” He hadn’t been this anxious about telling Keema as he’d been too terrified at the time of Scott dying.

Scott shook his head in swift denial. “I think there’s very little you could say that would change how I feel about you… which… I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. I know it hasn’t been that long but I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“Mi vida,” Reyes couldn’t stop himself and he was kissing Scott, hands coming up to cup around his face to get a better angle after setting the coffee down. Scott went willingly, mouth opening under Reyes’ as they shared breath. It was like coming home and it settled something in Reyes as they moved against one another. Scott was alive and here in his arms, out of danger and in love with him.

His dreams were coming true. All of them and it wasn’t the ones bathed in pain and blood.

Pulling back to breathe, Reyes leaned his forehead against Scott’s with his eyes closed. “Sometimes… sometimes I see things.”

The arm around his waist squeezed and released but still held him. “What kind of things?”

Reluctantly, Reyes opened his eyes. This close, Scott’s eyes were the sapphire blue of twilight and focused fully on him. “Possible futures… and sometimes the past.”

“Really?” Scott didn’t sound like he disbelieved Reyes but instead like he was processing. “Like how?”

Shrugging, Reyes tried to put a bit of distance between their bodies but Scott didn’t let him escape. “I dream every night… and the closer it is to the present the sharper it gets as there are less possible outcomes.”

“And it comes true?”

He could only nod, trapped by Scott but unwilling to pull away again.

“Huh.” Scott looked thoughtful, gaze unfocused as he processed Reyes’ confession.

“I thought for the longest time that I wouldn’t get to meet you.”

“What?” Scott’s eyes sharpened and the arm tightened again. “What do you mean?”

Biting his lips, Reyes tried to explain. “I saw…something terrible happening. War and so many deaths—genocide. It was why I joined the Initiative. I thought it would take me away from you.”

“How long have you been seeing me in your future dreams?”

“Since before I can remember.” Scott had been there forever except for the almost two years before the Hyperion had entered Heleus after he’d awakened from six hundred years of cryo which he thankfully didn’t remember any dreams from.

Scott stared at him. “You’ve… you’ve been dreaming of me that long?”

Blushing, Reyes dropped his eyes to look down at Scott’s chest. “You’ve been the love of my dreams forever.”

Scott shifted and that band-like arm released him so that it could catch his chin and tilt it so he had no choice but to look at Scott so he closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the shock and horror he was sure he’d find. “Rey—look at me please.”

“No. Mi vida please I mean that I’ve—“

Scott shut him up by kissing him again. When he spoke it was against Reyes’ mouth. “You’ve been in love with me that long?”

Nodding dumbly, Reyes didn’t resist when Scott went back to kissing him, tongues tangling. Somehow, he ended up stumbling backwards into a stack of crates, Scott’s body pressing firmly into him like he wanted to climb under Reyes’ skin. Trapped between Scott and the hard surface, Reyes could only cling to his vida.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Scott whispered against his mouth. “I think you would only have to ask me and I’d do anything for you.”

“Never that,” Reyes said horrified. “Mi vida—“

“Love you,” Scott interrupted. “So tell me… what do you see in our future. A bed?”

Caught flat-footed, Reyes looked around them. There was nothing but stacked crates and anyone could wander by at any time. Scott snorted and then was laughing, his weight still pinning Reyes against the crates.

“It doesn’t quite work that way,” Reyes grumbled.

“Oh it doesn’t does it? Because I definitely see a bed in our future.”

“Where?” Reyes gestured.

“I do have a suite on the Hyperion… with a very comfortable bed… and possibly a shower,” he said wrinkling his nose. “We’re both kinda gross and I don’t know about you…”

That was when Red-5 did his five minute check in and made them freeze. “Red-5 no kett sightings. Continuing on our heading.”

“Acknowledged,” Reyes said into his comm before flicking it back off. “I need to continue coordinating.”

“But later?” Scott arched an eyebrow suggestively.

“Later. Give me an hour or two?” He should have the majority of this done by then and he could hand off anything that wasn’t.

“Fine,” Scott sighed leaning in for another brief kiss. “But only an hour or two and then I expect you in our bed.”

“Our?”

Backing up with a mischievous grin, hair disheveled from where Reyes’ hands had been tangled in it, Scott purposefully gave a long leer at Reyes. “What’s mine is yours? What’s yours is mine?”

Laughing, Reyes could only nod in agreement. “Yes mi vida. Let me get this finished and I will join you.”

“Can’t wait. Don’t make me hunt you down again.” Scott disappeared in the maze of packing crates with a wink.

#If i see you in my dreams #mreyder #Reyes has prophetic dreams #fuck it friday #i really should work on this

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