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heybluez · 2 years

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wings wouldn't help you down

summary: "he isn’t one to believe in a higher power. he isn’t a religious man. but in this moment, he asks the universe to please, just be kind to him. just this once.

and the universe laughs."

(or: the 5 times you wake up, and the one time you don't).

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

word count: 4k

tags/warnings: major character death, a loose little 5+1 idea, the poor captain is whipped for u, many fluffy moments, some lowkey hurt/comfort, but some MAJOR angst too sorry not sorry, for the sake of the argument the end of this is loosely based around the 57th expedition

a/n: hi loves. this is crossposted from ao3 and i wanted to give her a home on here. enjoy!

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It’s the oddest feeling, you think.

The realizing. That you are going to die.

The realizing that no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how hard you fought, no matter how much it took of you to survive everyday, it would never come to fruition.

That you, too, would die. Alone, cold, in this hole under the ground of Mitras. Safe indeed within the walls, but not safe enough.

When you were young, you dreamed of being a bird. A small, quick little thing that breezed through the air without so much as a thought. You would glide on the wind and feel it tickle under your feathers. You would fly right past those stairs that lead above ground, and nobody would even give you a second glance. Because if you were simply a bird, nobody would try to stop your flight.

You would feel the sun. You would bask in that.

You would move. You would fly. You wouldn’t sit here, waiting to rot, waiting to become a corpse in the street. You would break the legacy of dying here, waiting for hope to come.

Suddenly, your eyes are heavy. When did that happen? Hmm , you think idly. It’s finally come.

You’re waiting now.

Until you’re not.

The world is all bright colors and harsh lights as someone shakes you with a “wake up! Move. You have to move.” It’s jarring, to be sure. This is the first movement you’ve felt in…hours? Days? It’s hard to say now. Everything is so bright. You blearily take in the person who shook you awake. Dark hair, slate grey eyes, and he’s glaring at you, scrutinizing you ever so slightly. His hands are on your shoulders. He gently shakes your shoulders again.

“Get up now. If you stay here like this, you’re gonna die. You have to move.”

There’s another boy with him, blonde hair and slight figure. He nods to the dark haired boy in front of you, and he helps you, slowly, rise from the ground. It’s dizzying, tiring, and you feel the need to pass out. But he’s shaking you again, and your shoulder is supported by his small frame.

One step. Two steps.

You’re awake again. And you’re walking. He huffs quietly next to you, and you’re going with him, they’re taking you with them, him and the blonde man.

You don’t necessarily understand it, not then, maybe in time. But it feels like a second chance to fly.

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You’re going to die in the street.

You’re going to die here. Alone. And scared. And hungry.

Levi never came. He never came to save you. You laid there, in the wide open, and he never came. You stayed there, like so many others before you, and you never got a second chance. There is no flight. There is no escape.

And because you never got saved, there is no going home to the small house the four of you share. No Isabel, Furlan, or Levi. There are no rowdy nights around the dinner table, the four of you, Isabel laughing so hard that her drink comes out her nose. There are no more early morning discussions with Furlan that come so easily as you talk about the future. Your fears and what you want with your life. Your hopes and aspirations that there could be so much more than ODM flying through the city for thug jobs.

And there’s no more Levi. Levi, who has always been so oddly protective over you since the first day that you met. Levi, who has always had an eye out for you. Levi, who always seemed cold, cunning, and methodical, until you broke him down to his very basics. Levi, who had to grow up too fast for his own good. Levi, who never believed he could have anything good because it would always be taken away from him.

Levi, the only person you ever knew in this life that you loved.

Levi, the one who loved you back. Who gave you your first kiss, first everything, shared a bed with you and held you in the night. Levi, who always made sure you were safe, who let his guard down to let himself be soft with you. Levi, who cradled you when you cried. The singular person the universe gave you to cope in a world that was so beyond cruel.

There was none of that. And with the lack of that, there was no escaping the Underground, the four of you.

Because he never came for you, you don’t ever see Isabel’s glee when she finally sees the sun beyond the walls as a scout. You never see Furlan underneath the stars convincing Levi to let them all go on this expedition with him.

But then, yet again, you never have to see Isabel crushed between two titans. You don’t ever see Furlan eaten. You don’t ever see these things, because you don’t know these people, he never saved you, he never came-

You sit upright in bed as arms grab you by the shoulders, shaking you awake. You struggle to put breath in your lungs as you shake. A bad dream, all just a nightmare. You are here. You are okay. You ground yourself as you recognize the small room you lay in, a provision from Levi’s new title of Captain.

Your breathing slows into ease once again as you feel the weight of aforementioned captain’s arms on your shoulders and he squeezes, just like that day years ago. When he did save you. There is no exhaustion in his voice when he asks you what’s wrong.

He’s been awake. He’s been awake this whole time.

Tears are quick to well in your eyes as you explain, speech coming out erratically as you describe the frantic fear you felt, scared of this dream world where he never came when he did. Something in his eyes, those slate grey eyes that most would usually akin to daggers, softened. There’s a kiss to your temple, a hand cradling your cheek, and a whisper.

“I’m here, you know. Right here. It was only a nightmare. And I’m not going anywhere.” It’s slow, but the Captain of the Scout Regiment of all people did not always have a way with soft words. He’s always been more than that, though. Quiet Levi. Quiet Levi who often couldn’t find the words. You huff at this, heart still beating fast, but the previous anxiety seems to all but flood out of you. You are the only one who sees him like this, soft eyes and heart on his sleeve.

“You better not be. Who else would I annoy everyday? You’re all I got.” You smirk, and he feigns annoyance with a huff at this, but the glint of laughter in his eyes gives him away.

He hums an agreement and brushes a hair behind your ear, and adds “I’ll hold you. If you want to try and sleep again. I’m not going anywhere.” And you know if anything could keep you safe, if anyone could make you feel safe, it's him. When it's you and him, nothing will ever come near you.

When you wake the next morning, he is passed out beside you, a rare sight indeed. His arms, though, stay steadfast around your waist.

You’re safe.

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Levi hasn’t always known you to be the most deft on your feet.

One of his favorite memories of your time together in the Underground before being brought to the Survey Corps was your attempts at using ODM gear. If it took Isabel a while to get it, it took you even longer. You ended up either hanging upside or flat on your ass more times than he could really count. Smiles tended to be a rare thing from him, but seeing you twisted up in your gear like an idiot always earned you a huff or two. After that, though, he adamantly refused you’re using the ODM gear unless he could be with you to supervise and ensure your safety.

But this time, he’s not laughing.

It’s a simple training course. But you’re just not getting the hang of it. He sees it in slow motion, and it almost makes his heart stop.

The green of the forest whirls around you both as you swiftly zip through the trees. You’re in front of him, just barely. He’s giving chase, and cadets beneath you are doing standard training exercises, moving wooden titan decoys in and out of your way. He sees it before you do, and he’s yelling at you to watch out. You hear him, but only a minute too late. You fumble to swing at the nape, as your foot catches the shoulder of the decoy.

You’re merely inches off, but you miss.

You miss the nape.

Your foot catching on the titan decoy sends you spiraling to the ground and you have no time to break the fall before you hit the ground, your head hitting the ground with a smack.

His heart stops at the sound, and the training exercise is forgotten as he drops to the forest floor, rolling to take you into his arms. There’s a gash on your head from where it made contact with the ground, and your breathing is shallow. His heart lurches, but his mind is quicker, and he almost turns around to call for help when another voice does it for him.

“Someone help! We have a cadet down!” Levi whips around, and his eyes widen as a brown haired person with glasses calls out for help, other cadets moving around them. Hange, if he remembers correctly, goes to move and grab you. Levi instinctively tightens his grip, and Hange moves back only slightly.

“She’s not the first to drop like that in a training exercise,” They say easily, trying to provide some comfort. “I don’t know where you guys came from, but she’s safe here. We just need to go patch up that gash on her head. She’ll be alright.” They say that last part softly, moving slowly to grab you from Levi, who loosens his grip on you. You slip from his arms into theirs and they're off, down the small path carved into the forest floor back towards their base.

He can only watch as they take you, moving with a couple other cadets to run you to the infirmary.

It’s been hours, he thinks, as he paces outside the infirmary doors. The sound of his footsteps, tapping on the floor as he walks wall to wall, allows him a cadence to his thoughts. He hasn’t felt this kind of fear since Isabel and Furlan. The sheer panic he felt watching you fall to the ground so perfectly mirrored that same panic he felt watching Isabel crushed, and Furlan dropped into a titan’s jaws. That same helpless panic. It’s been hours now. And you’re still not awake.

He is not one to easily become scared. He knows this. With every loss he’s acquired, it adds a new brick to his wall, a wall he’s built so high so as to not let himself be hurt. So that nobody could get close enough. He doesn’t scare easily because his wall has become so high, so guarded.

But you managed to get through that.

You managed to get through it, and now every time he sees you smile, hears you laugh, feels your arms around his shoulders, it steels him to be strong. He promised you a long time ago, when you were both young and naive, that he would give you as much of the world as he could. He would try to show you as much of it as he could, that he would be your wings. He promised that as long as he was living, he would protect you. Not only that, he would give you a future together, at the end of all of this madness, if you wanted it. He wanted to spend his life with you. He promised if you wanted that, he would give it to you.

He wants so badly to fulfill that promise. He wants so badly to give you that life, because he’s known you for years and yet every time he sees you, his heart skips a beat. Every morning he gets to wake up next to you, he knows he is home. He can’t lose you to a simple training accident.

He can’t lose you because you stumbled and missed. Something that was so you in its nature. One mistake can’t be what does you in.

The door of the infirmary squeaks open, and it breaks Levi from his reverie. Hange leans out, smiling.

“Loverboy! She’s awake!”

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“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.”

The sound of his voice rouses you awake. It really could never get old to you. You’ve always been the one to oversleep, exhaustion coming easily to you, causing him to be the one to wake you most of the time. He was quite the insomniac, after all.

This morning was a little different. A kiss to your hairline roused you into wakefulness, and he sheepishly requested you to clear any plans you may have had, apologizing that he didn’t warn you earlier. A surprise, he claimed it was under the guise of. Luckily, today was an off day from training, and you had no plans other than a nice day of staying in your room and finishing some reading. Thus, the two of you set off on horseback, Levi telling you to close your eyes on the way there.

This wasn’t too hard for you. The rhythmic pace of the horse and the sun warming your skin ever so slightly were a deadly mixture, and it didn’t take you too long to be completely consumed by sleep. Eventually, he awakens you (quite rudely with the name calling, you think), and you open your eyes.

And then open them wider; for what a sight there is before you.

Soft green grass spanning so far the wall ahead of you is almost a blur. The sky is blue, so blue, and clouds sparsely dot the sky. But even better (and you think you see Levi smile at this, just flittingly), birds, as far as the eye can see. Wings out, leisurely gliding wherever the wind took them. Your smile is enormous. You have loved birds ever since being a child in the Underground. You so badly wanted to fly like them. When Isabel had first joined your little group, you remember, you had bonded over the sentiment. The want, the need, to fly.

“How did you find this?” You turned around, the wonder prominent in your voice.

His eyes widen ever so slightly, taking you in, then soften. Beautiful, like this, he thinks. But he shrugs nonchalantly. “Had to ride through here on an expedition a couple weeks ago. There were lots of birds that day too. I just…figured you would enjoy it.”

You grab his hand, and move to sit the two of you down on the grass. He hesitates briefly (“the grass is gonna stain my pants, you idiot”), but eventually assents and moves to let you lay your head on his chest. “You’ve gone soft,” you murmur, and he squeezes your hand. This is a way only the two of you can be. Laying in the grass on a bright and beautiful day, watching the birds fly overhead. His hand in yours, legs intertwined, his lips to your temple, forehead, jaw. Feather-light kisses, the tickle making you laugh. The sunlight on his skin, you think, makes him look so beautiful.

You wish you could stay that way, forever, the two of you. Live in these small moments, however fleeting they are. Your eyelids are heavy as he shifts and carries you back to the horse, placing you in front of him to sleep on the way home. Once in place, he places a chaste kiss to your head.

He speaks honeyed words whispered in your ear, reserved only for you. You sleep peacefully the entirety of the ride home.

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Soft rain hits the window gently, a quiet metronome as you open your eyes. Your lids are heavy as you blink them. Once. Twice. Once again. The room is dark save for the almost unnatural gray glow streaming through the window, the dawn giving way to stormy morning skies. You grumble quietly.

Not great weather for an expedition day, huh?

The sheets are still warm, heat trapped in by the sturdy arms wrapped tightly around your waist. That, at least, gives you a semblance of peace. The morning feels…odd. You can’t quite place your finger on it. Perhaps, it’s the weather. Perhaps a gut feeling. You’re shaken by your reverie from a shift and a groan as the figure beside you starts to wake.

The rain continues its onslaught, picking up only slightly as he leans his head into your shoulder.

You feel his breath in the crook of your neck as he whispers “be safe today, please.”

The very nature of it, this morning, at least, takes you aback. It feels like a plea from him, tumbling from his lips. It feels wrong, misplaced. Humanity’s Strongest begging something of you.

Perhaps he could see it in you as he blinks his eyes into wakefulness. See through you, like he normally does. Perhaps he can sense the fear you have, radiating through the sheets you two currently share. Something feels different today. You’re taking your room in, this feeling in, this morning moment in, like it’s a snapshot. Trying to commit it all to memory.

It was an abnormal assignment, you think, to be placed right flank as a scout. You were far more used to being placed closer to the center of the formation. It’s not as if you’ve never done this before.

It feels different today. The very air you breathe feels heavy.

“You know me well enough by now, Levi. I will be alright. You worry too much.” You feel him scrunch his nose slightly at this, the grip from behind you tightening. “I know you better than you know yourself by now,” he retorts, brows tightening a bit. You laugh lightly at this.

“That you do,” you quip back easily, flipping around to kiss between his brow. He tries to swat you away, feigning annoyance at not being fully awake enough yet, but he doesn’t fight back.

“You have to be vigilant of your surroundings,” he mutters, “Promise me? Look at me and promise me. You rely on the people around you, don’t take on anything alone if you don’t have to. Just, be safe . Please.”

This feels wrong.

The pleas. This feels wrong.

You muster up a smile, trying to look convincing. “I’m not stupid. I’ll be aware of my surroundings. It’ll be fine.” You try to be convincing. To him and you. He looks at you a second longer, scrutinizing. And then, with a light kiss to your temple, and then your jaw, he moves to ready himself for the day ahead.

Perhaps, you’re not convincing enough. You couldn’t convince yourself. And try as you might, you couldn’t shake the feeling. All you really wanted was to stay in bed, to stay warm, with him beside you and not a care in the world beyond the small room you shared.

Maybe you should have just stayed in bed, you thought.

Yeah. Maybe you should have just stayed in bed.

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Maybe you should have just stayed in bed, he thinks.

It’s all coming back to him now. In this moment, desperate like he’s never been desperate before, it comes back to him.

The moment the report comes to him that almost the entirety of the right flank was wiped out, he is already moving. He doesn’t know exactly when he employed his ODM gear, but he’s soaring through the sky now, and his eyes are scanning the ground, scanning the trees, every possible surface he could find.

You couldn’t be too far off, right? You were in the inner right flank, at that, shouldn’t he have heard something? Seen a signal flare? Anything?

He lands, and the ground is more red than it is green. His eyes narrow, and he breaths a shaky breath.

He isn’t one to believe in a higher power. He isn’t a religious man. But in this moment, he asks the universe to please, just be kind to him. Just this once.

And the universe laughs.

Because there you are. He almost slides to you, the ground being so slick with blood and earlier rainfall. His pants are stained. He briefly thinks to himself in this haze he’s in if those stains will ever come out. He’s pulled your head into his lap and you blink and manage to smile. It's a miracle you're still alive, but you thank whatever higher power may be that the last thing you get to see is his face. Those beautiful grey eyes, reflecting the skies above you. You think if the day were nicer, maybe you would see birds in the sky. You know now, all these years later, you finally got your shot to fly. Levi. He’s still saved you, every day.

“I fought..like an idiot. I missed.” You sigh out. You see Levi swallow hard. A stupid mistake and this is the cost. Just like that time in training, when he was so scared he might lose you. It’s not just a gash on your head this time, though. The ground contains more of your blood now than your own body. You cough, red flecks coating Levi’s face, and his eyes are wide. He knows, and you know. There isn’t much time now.

“I’ve loved you since that first day. Since that day you saved my life.” He makes a choked sound at this. He holds back his pleas of asking you to just stop talking, that you'll be alright, that he'll get you help. His unspoken 'I can still save you' dies on his tongue as you continue. “And all I’ve wanted since that day was to give you my everything. I’m sorry…I’m sure I didn’t tell you enough.” You breath in, out, in. The sound is becoming more flighty by the minute.

Maybe now. Maybe now you can actually fly. Like the birds you so desperately wanted to imitate in your youth.

“Listen to me. Stop it. Stay.” He’s begging now. “I promised you so much more than this. I promised you…” His voice breaks, and he’s sobbing now. “Why didn’t you listen to me!” This morning, when he had told you to not act like an idiot, to be safe. You had laughed him off, told him it would be alright. Now you’re bleeding out in his arms, the sound of your breathing turning into nothing more than raspy wheezing.

In. Out. In. Out. Nothing.

The rise and fall of your chest ceases.

And the world stops, just for a moment.

And suddenly you’re out of his lap, and he’s desperately, frantically trying to put your heartbeat back in your chest, where it belongs. With every compression, he’s pleading with the universe to give you back, and he’s pleading with you to just wake up. He knows it’s foolish. He knows that you’re gone now, he watched the light fade from your eyes. The only thing that comes is a steady stream of blood out of your mouth with every compression. This, this is torture, he realizes. This world is cruel, and it offered him a solitary gift, let him fall in love, and then consequentially stole it from him.

So he screams. He screams until his throat is hoarse, and he can’t scream anymore. His vision is blurry, and he realizes its tears. All he can do is helplessly cry as he cradles you, cold, in his arms. Cry for the one person he vowed he would keep safe, unmoving in his lap. He was tired; tired of the losing, friends and comrades. You were the light, all he had left to keep him moving forward.

When he returns home, the bed will be cold, cold like the unnatural temperature of your skin as he held you one final time. It comes to him that he wishes he could wake up now. He wishes this was all a bad dream.

But it’s not.

There’s no waking up this time.

You should have just stayed in bed.

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ilyasvieltrevelyanshepard · 7 years

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If you're still doing prompts, how about angst 7 for freyder? ^^

Thanks for the prompt, luv!! Angst!!! why??? xDDDD poor Reyes! I felt awful writing it, my poor boy >___

Hope you like it!!!!

Prompt: “What you did was stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.”

The night is falling on Kadara. Reyes sits in his office, reading a pad, or at least trying. Worry keeps his eyes moving again and again to the little corner where he can see the rhythmic beat of her heart. He has worked on it with SAM’s help. The AI always surprises him. They chat every night when Sara falls asleep with her usual brain-death state. He imagines that SAM helps a bit to keep her sleeping while they talk, but he didn’t ask about it. One of those nights, after they had fought the big Architect on Kadara, he voiced his concerns, about not knowing if she is alright until she calls him back. SAM came up with the idea of giving him access to her vitals. The little software shows in every one of his pads and terminals. A single moving line on the lower corner that makes him feel safer, knowing that she is still alive and kicking. An alarm on his omnitool beeps when her heartbeat changes drastically, making him jump every time, but seeing how it returns to a steady pace not long after, makes him breathe easier. He knew the reason for his nerves. The Archon’s ship, it was a crazy mission, and she is going without backup, bringing a little group inside it. There are so many things that can go wrong…

He has achieved to read a full page of a report before the alarm on his omnitool begins to sound. Opening its screen, he loads the full program, her full vitals in front of his eyes. He sees her heartbeat spiking, but know that she is raiding the Archon’s ship, is understandable. But his Sara is a cold-headed woman, to have this kind of nervous reaction… what the hell is happening? And then, then the ground opened under him, and he feels his soul falling into the abyss. Her vitals had stopped. The line of her heartbeat a flat one. He feels like dying. For the first time in his life, he looked forward to the future. He has his home, his queen, a possibility to live the dream of her mother for him, of having his own family. And everything shattered in front of his eyes in seconds. He can feel the panic growing on his chest, his gaze fixed on the flat line. His free hand is grabbing the couch in a white-knuckling grasp, fear running through his veins like never before. He begins to count the seconds, feeling like dying inside with every ticking one. Ten… twenty… thirty… fifty… and then a little beat, followed by another, and then another, and soon the flat line is dancing again. A tear roll down his check but Reyes didn’t care. She is alive. He keeps looking at her vitals for several minutes more, seeing it move from calm to crazy and then to calm again. She is alive. And he needs a drink. One of those that kick your soul’s ass to the next planet.

Making sure that his face is clean of shed tears, he leaves his office, walking directly to Kian’s bar. “Give me a full bottle of tequila.”

Kian, being the good bartender he is, feels immediately that something is utterly wrong with him. “First tell me why, Reyes.” He keeps the bottle on his hands, showing it to him while he raises a brow and looks intently into his eyes.

“I’m not in the mood for that, Kian. Just give me the fucking booze and let me be.”

Feeling his distress, Kian did something he never did, moving to the back of the bar and appearing on the other side of the bar, moving closer to Reyes. They knew one another since their young days on the Milky Way. “Hey, talk to me. I have never seen you this altered.”

The hand on his shoulder seems to help him to decide. “Sara has been dead, Kian. Just for a minute, and she is fine now, but she has died, and I–”

Everything falls in place for Kian, and giving his shoulder a hard squeeze, he puts the bottle in his hands. “Here. Use it to erase the bad feelings. Think only about her coming back to you.”

With a nod, Reyes moves away from him, climbing the stairs to his inner sanctum. After locking the door, he sits back, reaching for the fallen datapad and taking a quick look at the screen. The heartbeat is still there, and he feels himself panting again. ‘Damn, Reyes! Take control of your fucking emotions!’ He opens the bottle and drinks directly from it. The burning liquid scalds his throat in its way down. He grimaces at the taste, but instead of stopping, he takes another long gulp. When has his life turned so upside down? Since her mother passing, he just has lived for himself, for the bad and the good things, alone. Why now, from all the times, has he set so many hopes and feelings on another person? A woman who can die every single day out there?

After another gulp, he puts the bottle down on the floor. “You have fallen in love at last. And your good luck wants for you to pin over the more craziest and mindless woman on Heleus.” Falling back to the couch with a grunt, he closes his eyes, feeling the punch of the half bottle of booze he has drank in mere minutes. Sleep catches him, making him fall in a restless dream of pain and lose.

The beeping on his omnitool wakes Reyes. But this was the good one, the kind of beep that let him know that the Tempest is docking at the port. Passing a hand over his face, he tries to clean his mind. Standing from the couch, he moves to a concealed cupboard near the door, picking up a bottle of water, some stimulants to wake up his brain, and mint caramels. He still feels the aftertaste of tequila in his mouth.

He is still recovering when the door of his office begins to be decoded from the outside. When it opens, Sara waves to him from it, stepping inside. “Hello, Reyes. I just passed nearby and stopped to say ‘Hi’.”

Feeling the craving of having her confessing whatever has happened on the Archon’s ship, he keeps a stern face. “We are not on your way to the Nexus, Sara. Don’t you have to report to Tann about the mission?”

She sighs, moving closer to him and letting the door close behind her. “I sent a report. He will have to wait. After what I’ve seen… I just needed to be grounded for a while.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Sara feels that something is amiss, but can’t say what it is. “The Salarians gave their ark to the Kett voluntarily. Voluntarily! And obviously, they shared with them everything they can about the rest of the races and arks. Good insight about them as a race, don’t you think?” His face keeps the same stern look, and she begins to fidget with the hem of her hoodie. “The full ship was a living hell of bodies of our fellow pioneers. They had made things with us. To study, to learn, to–” She sighs, walking to the wall and leaning against it. “And they have exalted a Krogan. I will not explain it to you how hard is to fight against something like that. And Meridian is lost in the space, by the way. All the effort for nothing. Suvi is working on it, but for now, we don’t have anything, and ah! We have a Pathfinder less because I had to choose between Raeka and a full unit of Krogan who will be exalted as soon as we left.”

“Nothing more?”

Leaving the wall, she looks into his eyes, the heat of battle returning to them. “Damn, Reyes. What more do you need?”

Pushing the pad to her, he crosses his arms. “Look at that, low corner on the right.” She picks it up, looking at it and then to him, with a clueless frown on her face. “That, Sara, are your vitals. And for almost two minutes, you have been dead.”

The pad falls from her hands, and she lowers her gaze to the floor between them. “I–”

“Just tell me the truth, Sara.”

The air seems to have been stolen from her body, and she has to take a series of deep breaths to recover her control. “It was that or leaving the Archon to use me and then kill me.” When he didn’t change his posture, she growls, exasperated. “Fuck, Reyes! You weren’t there. You can’t know why–”

“Maldita sea, Sara! Then explain it to me!”

Another growl, “The Archon laid a trap for us. He caught us in a stasis field that kept us from moving, the full team. The son of a bitch injected me with some kind of device to extract information from SAM. When he left the room, SAM got the idea of stopping my heart to trick the stasis field. It was a calculated risk. Dying trying or dying later with probably much more pain involved. And he brought me back!”

He passes his hands through his hair, worried frown on his face. “Shit, Sara. What you did was stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.”

“And being an ass is your way to deal with your worries?” Sara is pretty upset with him right now. “I came directly to Kadara, to you, ignoring a direct order from Tann to go straight to the Nexus, and my welcome after the shitty mission that almost cost me my life is your scowling? No, thank you.”

She turns to leave, and Reyes hasn’t been ever so grateful of the slow decoding systems of the doors. In two strides, he is behind her, arms around her and caging her against the door. “Sara… Is just– I lost you. And it turned me inside out.” Leaning his forehead on her crown, he sighs, inhaling the sweet perfume of her hair. The tone of his voice a perfect mix of amusement and pain. “Worst moment ever to acknowledge that I’m utterly in love with you, don’t you think?”

Her heart stops beating for a second, and she turns on his arms, facing him. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Sara Ellis Ryder. And losing you has been the worst experience of my sole existence.”

Leaning on his chest, she grabs his shirt in her hands, keeping him close. “I’m sorry, Reyes. And for your information, I love you too.” When he kisses his head, she moves her arms to hug his waist. “I’ll try to do my best not to die again.”

With a sigh, he returns the hug tightly. “Sadly for me, is the only thing I can ask you. Can you stay the night?” Her nod and a humming were enough for him, and he moves them to the couch, laying on it and positioning her over his body. Feeling her heat, her weight over his chest, her breathing on his neck… Every touch and feel make him believe that she is alive and that she is, in fact, his, as much as he is hers.

#prompt #angst #mass effect andromeda #fanfiction #Reyes Vidal #sara ryder

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Inhumans Part Four

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 5.4K

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

The clock tower was noticeably colder than the other parts of the base. I rub my arms, trying to collect my thoughts before I opened my mouth to speak. I noticed directly to the right of the door there was a small set of stairs that led to a loft. There wasn’t much around. A dresser and a wardrobe below the loft probably held his clothes, and there was a chair to the left with a light and a bookshelf. The bed he was sitting on, I now notice, was just a single. There was a bout two space heaters on either corner, and I could the top of one from the loft.

The walls to the left and right were made up of multiple glass panes of different colors, which made sense after I found brochures describing the school a ‘school for the arts’. There was machinery around, but most of it was in the air, or parts have completely fallen off and taken elsewhere. There were also hanging lights from the ceiling and the parts that remain. I assume were installed by the guys, because they didn’t match and the wiring seemed a bit iffy. The floor was a concrete, hard and probably cold to the touch. The wall directly across from Yixing was also solid, and filled with different paintings and graffiti.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of awkwardness. I felt like I was intruding, like I didn’t belong. “Um… did, did you know that when we’re born, humans have 350 bones, b-but many of them fuse as we get older. Isn’t that weird?”

I hear a small chuckle come from him, “You know, your mom told us that you have a habit of spouting trivia when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not, I just thought it was interesting is all,” I explain, trying to hide how scattered my nerves were.

He looks up at me with a small sad smile, “She also said you’d deny it every time.”

“How come she told you all about me but never me about you?!” I cross my arms, “It’s like she spent more time with you all then me. What else did she say?”

He frowns a bit, “Y/N, are you sure you want to talk about her? I thought you want to talk about… well, what hap-”

“I do,” I interrupt him, “But… I haven’t talked about it. At all. All the people who knew me at my job kept trying to get me to talk to them or to someone about it, like a grief counselor, but how could I? And now that I want to talk about it, it’s like no one wants to.”

“You haven’t spoken about her death,” Yixing asks incredulously. “How?”

“Mom was the only person I had in my life. All my co-workers didn’t really like me, which before you defend them, I can tell since I know if they lie. Because I went through school so quick I was seen as a freak and made no friends there.” I grab at the sleeves of my sweater, pulling them a bit, trying to keep my hands occupied. “Then after college, people placed me on this pedestal that made it just so hard to have any kind of relationship with people my own age, because they think they’re not good enough for me or they think I think I’m too good for them, which is the exact opposite! Mom was the only person who cared in my life and with her gone I just… I bottled it up because what kind of an awful daughter would I have been if I went to a grief counselor and said ‘My mother died and all I can feel is anger because it was like she was barely in my life for months before that, and I felt ashamed because of that anger! How can you explain that without sounding like a… a selfish bitch?” I ask, turning away trying to hide my face.

“Y/N”,” I hear Yixing say, as I hear him stand. He takes a few steps to me, the room echoing with his footfalls.

“No, wait,” I demanded, still not looking at him. “But then, I find out she was gone because of you guys. She was with you all the last eight months of her life more than she was with me, and when I found that out I almost wanted so, so badly to hate you guys, because it was like you all were stealing the only person I ever had but I just can’t.” I turn towards him once more, tears flowing from my eyes freely as I looked to the ground. “My hate for you all lasted about a few milliseconds, and I see why my mother helped you all, because it’s the reasons why I want to help you all now too.” I laugh bitterly, bringing my hands to my face. “And the real kicker is I found out that while I was angry at my mother like a spoiled brat, she was captured and tortured?! She was killed and in danger and she screamed my name?! To help her?”

He finally walks to me, completely ignoring my protests. He takes my shoulders and makes me turn to face him. His hands taking mine, holding them tightly. “Y/N, please.”

“I feel so guilty for feeling those things. I completely understand why she helped you all and if it had to happen all over I’ll take the lonely nights knowing she was there for you, Yixing.” I finally get the courage to look up at him, “I don’t know why, but when I first saw you, when you were bleeding and close to dying, I just felt this connection. I had to keep you alive, there was no other outcome.” I squeeze his hands, before taking mine away, staring at him with a hard gaze. “I just… I want to know why you ignored me? Why you would have kept ignoring me if I didn’t show up here?”

Yixing was still for a few moments, before a small smile cracks his lips. “After all that… after you poured your grief all out in front of me, you want me to ignore that and tell you why I was ignoring you?”

I nod, standing straight, looking up at him. He was so much taller than me I had to strain my neck. “Um… y-yes. That’s exactly what I want.”

“I felt guilty too,” He admitted with a sigh, he looked to the right, out a window. He walked a few steps away from me, his hand running through his hair. “You mother wouldn’t have been helping us if it wasn’t for me. She would have been in your life if not for me. She’d be alive if we never crossed paths.” He looked into my eyes, a look of pure pain on his face, “How am I supposed to live with that guilt? She died, she was taken from you, because of my stupid power.” He looked down at his hands, “And… you’re right, I would have kept my distance from you after today. Because you were attacked. I was suppose to keep you safe and I didn’t. Seeing you like that will haunt my nightmares, just like how your mother’s death does too. She would have hated me for getting you hurt.”

“Bullshit.”

His eyes snap over to mine, “What?”

“I said bullshit,” I say, a shiver running it’s way over my body from the chill of the room. “She was the most forgiving person ever and you know it. She’d be thanking you for saving my life, and berating me for being an idiot and getting too close to a dangerous man.”

He shakes his head, turning away from me. Throwing his hands into the hair, “But that doesn’t excuse the fact of what happened? How can I forgive myself-”

“Did it happen to you?”

He turns his head to me, looking at me over his shoulder, “Wh… what?”

“Did it happen to you? Were you the one who got your throat cut,” I question, putting my hands on my hips.

“No.”

“Then why the hell do you need forgiveness from yourself? It didn’t happen to you, it happened to me. You blaming yourself solves nothing and it does nothing, so get over that. But for the record, Yixing, I forgave you the moment it happened. I never even blamed you.” I walk forward, placing my hand on his shoulder. I feel the muscles underneath tense, “So, if the people who these things happened to forgive you, how can you even have the audacity to blame yourself?”

There were a few moments of silence. I wipe tears from my face, still crying from my previous confessions. I keep wiping my face with one hand as I let the one from his shoulder fall away. After a few moments of us not saying a word, I turn to face the door, taking a step towards it.

“‘How can you even have the audacity to blame yourself’, huh?” He finally says, making me stop in place, frozen. I try to keep myself together, hoping that he won’t be upset at me for saying that.

“Y/N… how about you take your own advice, too,” He says and I turn back to him, seeing that he turned to fully look at me. “Forgive yourself for being angry at your mother.”

“That’s different,” I say, shaking my head. “She’s gone, so she’s not here to forgive m-”

“But she would have,” He says, his voice a bit harder than before. He clinches his fist, “If she would have forgiven me, then you know for a fact she would have forgiven you. You have to forgive yourself too.” He quickly takes my hand, and though his body is tense and his voice harsh, his hand soft on mine. He pulls me over to the loft, climbing the stairs quickly, pulling me in tow. The floor up here had carpet over the entire concrete. There was a larger bed up here, one that looked like one that’s actually used as more than a seat.

The bed was facing the glass wall, facing west. That was pretty much all that was up here, as he let go of my hand, getting a box from under the bed.

“Super secure,” I say,a small smile on my face.

“Oh hush,” he says, opening it on the ground. A few things inside, a photo, some small bracelet, but before I could see anything else, he takes out a letter and opens it. “Um… it’s not much, but… it’s from your mother.” He folds part of it back, as if to keep that part private, and holds it out. I take it and he ushers me to take a seat. I sit down on the comfy mattress and blanket before turning my attention to the letter.

Yixing,

I know why you're wondering why I wrote this for you to find if something happened, and why I wrote one specifically for you. It’s because I wanted to specifically tell you this. If anything happens to me, please, help my daughter. They will find out about her. For everything I’ve done for EXO, for YOU, just… please get to her before they do.

I’ve had to make many sacrifices to help you guys. One of them is time with my daughter. She thinks I can’t tell, but she’s so angry at me because I don’t see her a lot. A mother can always tell. I wish I could see her more, but helping you all and keeping you alive is so important, because you all are fighting for a morally good cause, one that I want to see achieved.

I forgive Y/N and her anger and I know she’ll understand if she ever met you why I can’t just let you die. I think you’d like her if you both ever met. I’m telling you this because, while I ask this of all of you guys, I especially ask this of you. Keep her safe. I trust you all, I do, more than I could ever explain. I know it’s selfish of me to ask you, but please. I know I have you all check in on her, and if they don’t catch on, just watch from afar until she’s needed. I’m not just asking you because of your power. I hope you know I’d never want to use you like that. I ask you to watch over her because of your heart. You’re a good person despite the deeds you’ve done. You’re kind, thoughtful, and understanding. You’re a lot like me, and she’ll need someone like you. She can sometimes be a bit abrasive, but most of the time it’s an act. Y/N acts tough because she’s actually really caring and soft.

Yixing, I care for you. I’ve spent more time with you than many other people and I want you to know I wouldn’t change a thing. Sure, it’s put a strain of my relationship with my daughter, but in time she will understand, so don’t blame yourself for that. EXO is a part of my family, and I know she’d feel the same.

Your sweet and caring nature has grounded me, and helped me far more than you will ever know. I can say with the utmost sincerity that I am a better person because I’ve known you, and that everyone who takes the time to get to know you feel the same. I am so very proud of you.

Sincerely, Nayeon

Tears were falling from my face as I folded the letter back up, deciding I’d let the part he wanted to be private to stay that way. After all, he was nice enough to show me this when he didn’t have to. I handed it to him as he drops it back into the box, closing it and sliding it under again.

He sits next to me, his eyes full of understanding, “I pushed you away because I was scared,” He whispers. “Scared you’d change your mind and hate me because you’d think what happened to you mom was my fault. So, I pushed you away and tried not to get attached. Then, when what happened today happened... “ He shakes his head, “I know you said it’s not my fault, and I suppose I’d have to agree, but I still feel guilty.” He places a hand over mine, “So… I’ll work on forgiving myself if you work on forgiving yourself too. It’s only fair.” Yixing smiles at me, though his own pain that he’s held back and bottled up. He was showing me a vulnerable side to try to help me.

With those words, I completely breakdown and start to sob. I grab onto his arm, putting my face into it and cry. I don’t remember how long I cried, but he held me and he murmured things to me that I honestly can’t remember. I was a crying, runny nosed mess as I finally cried over the loss of my mother. My mouth rambled on as I shuddered and sobbed out words. I wasn’t thinking about what to say or how to say it, my emotions taking full control. As my eyes started to finally shut after such a long day, I remember being wrapped in strong arms and feeling completely and utterly safe.

I opened my eyes, groaned and pulled the covers over me, and I tried to go back to sleep. After a few moments, memories come flooding back. Almost dying, pouring my heart out, reading the letter, crying… I blush as I quickly sit up, seeing that I was still in the clock tower. I stand, quickly rushing down the steps, looking for Yixing. He was laying on the single bed, sleeping, but already dressed in black jeans and a navy top. I sneak over to the door, trying to open it quietly.

“Going so soon?”

I gasp, jumping up, seeing the smirking face of Baekhyun on the other side of the door. I put my hand to my lips, “Sh!” I shove him back a little, and try to close the door as quietly as I could, but it was extremely creaky. I turn to him, still a bit asleep. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for you,” He sings playfully, before grinning at me and putting his hands in his pockets. “Jongin said this is where he last heard you were. But enough of that, what’s going on here?” Baekhyun smiles at me, waging an eyebrow at me in a suggestive manner as he looked between the door and me. He starts to descend from the stairs.

I feel my face heat up, “Baekhyun! Nothing like that!”

“Like what,” He asks in a innocent half talking half singing voice. “I’ve said nothing. It’s your mind that went there Y/N! Now come on, It’s noon! Hell, even Yixing was up and working before the sun rose!”

“Bullshit,” I said, rolling my eyes, “We talked. Mostly I talked, well, ranted. I didn’t even give him the chance to talk really, now that I think about it.” A shiver runs down my spine, having a breeze from from one of the few holes in the wall. “Then I… well…”

“I went looking for you last night,” He explains. “I came up here and when I opened the door, I heard you crying, so I left.” As we get to the last step and open the door to the rest of the building, he takes my hand in his, “Besides, Yixing is honestly an angel in human form, besides all the stuff we have to do. He’s one of the best people to talk to because you just feel safe around him because he’s so kind. That and he’d never would have taken advantage of your emotional state.” He looks at me with a smile, “Not even if you asked him to, which honestly, seeing the way you eye him, I wouldn’t have been shocked if you did ask him.”

“I didn’t ask that, just so you know. I have no idea what you’re talking about, I look at him normally. But about him being kind and nice, That’s true,” I agree. “I feel so bad that I just dumped all of that on him, though. You all have enough on your plates without my stupid shit-”

He stops, turning me to look me in the eyes. “Y/N, mouring your mom isn’t stupid shit. If anything we all understand. Your mother isn’t the one one we’ve lost.”

I glance at him, seeing his eyes get glassy, his hands on my shoulders tighten. He shakes his head, wiping his eyes with one hand, before taking my hand again as we continue to walk. “We…” He coughs, trying to keep his voice clear, “We lost three others. There use to be twelve of us. We… we don’t really talk about them anymore, because there are some people who were so close to them that they just can’t really deal with it. They were killed and the hardest part is the fact that none of us could do anything about it.” Baekhyun wipes his eyes again, “Sehun took it especially bad, because he was really close to two of them. One his best friend. Yixing was just completely shattered because it happened so quick there was nothing he could have done. He couldn’t heal them… hard to heal people who were taken out by being sniped in the head.”

“I’m so sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t know… that must have been so hard to deal with.”

“It was a couple of years ago,” He says, stopping, “A little after you mom started to help us. We all loved her like family because she honestly was one of the only reasons why we got through it.” Baekhyun looks me in the eyes, full of determination. “You’re our family too, you know. You were before you knew us. Your mother made us all swear to her. All of us individually, that we’d take care of you if something happened. We were foolish to think that we could keep her safe as she lived her normal life and this one.” He smiles at me, hugging me, “But we will keep you safe, now, wash up. I, being the ever lovely and amazing person I am, already got clothes for you to change into. Thank me by brushing your teeth, your breath is awful! The rest of today is going to be exciting, just wait!”

Before I could say anything, he quickly walked off. As he turned the corner, I could see him reaching to his face and wipe tear after tear away.

I couldn’t tell how long I was in the shower for. I washed everything, then just sat down and cried some more. I missed my mom, I felt awful that I dumped my feelings onto Yixing, and I felt bad for all of them after learning that they lost three friends. I usually bottle my emotions up, and hold them in for a very long time, but after yesterday, I feel like my mind is so scattered and like I can’t focus on anything.

After I was finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded. I somehow looked like someone who has their life together. I smiled at the necklace my mom gave me, reminding myself to thank Baekhyun for grabbing it. It felt nice having something that reminds me of her close to my heart. I opened the door, starting to walk down the hall as I started to braid my hair.

In a puff of smoke, Jongin appeared ahead of me, his face clear of any bruises or cuts, smiling at me. I jumped, “Fucking hell! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!”

He just grins, putting his hand on my arm, and suddenly, I’m somewhere else. Before I could ask him, he’s gone. I look around, taking in my surroundings. The ceiling was really close, about seven feet above me. I look over the edge, seeing the huge trampoline, and the figures of nine men standing below. Most of them standing or sitting about a foot from the trampoline, one sitting on it.

“What the fuck?”

“You swear so much,” Kyungsoo says, smiling, “What would your mother say?”

“She’d say ‘good job, try for more than one in the sentence though.’”

Minseok laughs, shaking his head, “Well, she did swear often!”

I look down at them, “But… why am I up here?”

“We all jumped from up there. Fourteen of us previously,” Junmyeon explains, “We decided early on that this would be like a initiation for anyone who joins us.”

I sigh at myself, feeling the warm feeling in my head.

“Told you today was exciting,” Baekhyun screams at me, dancing excitedly in one spot.

“We’ve all done it,” Sehun says, sitting on the edge of the trampoline. “Don’t chicken out!”

“Um,” I says, my heart racing, “But the view is just so lovely up here. I think I’d just stay here for a bit and reflect or meditate or pray or whatever.”

“I know,” Chen yells excitedly, “The view looks great because we’re all handsome! So imagine what it’ll look like down here!”

“Besides,” Chanyeol screams excitedly too, standing between Chen and Baekhyun, “Nayeon told us you’re an Atheist!”

“I’ve suddenly changed my mind about that,” I yell back, the sight of the height making me very nervous. “I’ve seen the light and I’m now saved. I’ll just stay here and meditate and do yoga or whatever they do when you’re a believer. Praise God and whatnot. It’ll take a while so you might want to go since you guys have important stuff to do anyways!”

Sehun starts to make chicken noises, making his arms into little wings. I take my shoe off, throwing it at him, “Stop!”

He dodges easily, smiling and laughing, clapping his hands together like a seal.

I look at the trampoline before turning away, I put my hands in my damp hair, running my fingers through it and ruining what would have been a braid. “What if I miss? What if something happens? What if the trampoline rips when I land on it?!”

“Y/N!”

I freeze, peaking over the edge of the tower and look at Yixing. He was smiling, his arms crossed as he stood by the trampoline. He was completely calm and happy, giving me a warm smile. “Um… yes?”

He hold his hands out, “We wouldn’t make you do this if we thought it would hurt you. Just just have to jump right and you’ll be fine, I promise!”

Baekhyun nods, “Just like you’re a stunt double! Your body parallel to the trampoline!”

I take a deep breath, “If I get hurt, you all owe me a favor!”

I turn my back towards them as I hear them agree to my silly, childish terms. I take a deep breath, “This is fucking stupid and I’m such an idiot people get hurt from this kind of shit.” I mutter things to myself as I lean back, letting myself fall over the edge. My heart was racing as the air flew past me as I fell. As quickly as I started to fall, I land on the trampoline, screaming as I was sent back up into the air. I flail a bit, turning a bit to the side as I fell, my wrist hurting as I landed on it.

Finally I stopped, and I was lying there on the trampoline I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. I feel some movement on the trampoline as I try to put myself together. The adrenaline still pumping through me as I hear people cheering. I open my eyes, looking up and seeing Sehun grinning at me, holding his hand out to me.

I put my hand forward, letting him pull me up. I yelp, pulling my wrist back to myself after being helped up. Sehun looks at me with wide eyes as I hiss at the pain, walking to the edge and jumping off the trampoline. My legs felt like jelly as I stumble forward. Chanyeol catches me, screaming excitedly as he pulls he in for a hug, jumping up and down as he held me. He lets go of me and they all look at me with smiles on their faces.

“So,” I say, trying to keep calm. I hold my wrist out, “You all agreed, so you all owe me a favor now.”

Sehun lands next to me, an arm on my shoulder, “Yixing hyung! Y/N needs you!”

Baekhyun looks at me again, mouthing words to me as Yixing walks over. Baekhyun puts his hands on his cheek, pretending to be a lovesick teen. He smiles, mouthing ‘Oh, Yixing oppa, you’re so handsome, please come heal my wrist! Kiss it better!’

‘Fuck off’, I mouth back at him, making him burst out in giggles, making Chen and Chanyeol confused at what was going on between us. I look at see Yixing there with a smile, reaches over and with his finger, gently pokes my nose. I feel the cooling feeling through my body and the pain in my wrist fades away. I smile, looking away from him and all of them. “You don’t use this as an initiation,” I say in a matter-of-factly voice.

“How,” Chen asks, looking confused.

Sehun sighs, “You’re all idiots. She’s literally a human lie detector. Well, Inhuman lie detector.”

“But you jumped anyways,” Kyungsoo says, looking surprised, “Why?”

“I’m not an idiot,” I state, looking down at my shoes. “I know you all must know about how I sort of broke down in tears last night. This was just a way to take my mind of things, help me conquer some fear, and have some fun.”

“Did it work,” Junmyeon asks, worried that I was mad.

“Honestly,” I say, smiling at him, “I was actually legitimately scared, so, yes, it did!”

“Well, sorry you got hurt,” Minseok says, “And to be fair to Junmyeon, all of us have done it. We just don’t make people do it. If you would have kept saying no, we would have stopped.”

“I just never done anything like that before,” I say, “And once is enough for the time being. But thanks. Now, about those favors!”

“Nope,” Sehun says, walking towards the door, “I got Yixing to come over and heal your wrist, I no longer owe you anything!”

I shake my head, “You’re such a sassy little baby.”

“I’m THE sassy baby of the group,” He says, turning and grinning as he walks backwards, “Not so much little, though. That’s you, since most of us are over half a foot taller than you.”

“Brat,” I mutter, before looking back at Jongin. Rolling my eyes, I look at all of them. I smirk, looking at Jongin, “Um… You know what would be good right now?”

He sighs, “You’re using that favor, aren't you?”

“Yes,” I say, “And pizza would be great if that’s possible.”

“We wear masks all other times when we’re out,” He says, “So I can get pizza. What kind?”

“Don’t know what you all like but I want just cheese.”

“Boring,” Chen says, “At least pepperoni!”

Thirty minutes later, we were in the dining room, ten pizzas in front of us, one just cheese and the rest with other toppings. Everyone laughing as they told me embarrassing stories about one another. If you would have asked me last night if I thought I would have been here, laughing over pizza, I would have said no. Granted, while I still feel awful, I welcomed the distraction they gave me. Junmyeon and Minseok were kind, doting on me and making sure I was fine. Sehun and Baekhyun picking on me, because apparently Baek let Sehun in on his new favourite way to pick on me. Chen and Chanyeol telling stories about everyone, making us all laugh at a certain member’s expense. Jongin would help Chen and Chanyeol, but often was just laughing. Kyungsoo was quiet, but watching over everyone as we all enjoyed each other's company. Yixing sat across from me, smiling and laughing at the other members of this makeshift family. He’s often stop to smile at me, nodding as asking if I was ok. I’d nod back, losing myself to the happiness.

I left them all, going to my room as Sehun and Baekhyun both walked along with me, making fun of me the entire way.

“‘He’s so dreamy Sehun, and so handsome I can’t deal with it!’” Baekhyun mocks, his voice a couple of pitches higher.

“‘Yixing oppa, I got a papercut! Come fix it please,’” Sehun says, trying to get his voice higher but it was still pretty low.

Baekhyun touches his nose with a delicate touch, smiling, “There!”

“‘Oh thank you, it feels so much better now!’”

“It feels weird being in the middle of you both acting out your own fantasies,” I say, trying to hide the blush that was on my face as we get to my door.

Baekhyun scoffs, crossing his arms, “More like YOUR fantasies!”

Sehun laughs, “No, I’m sure hers sound quite a bit different. Full of moaning an-”

“Nope” I yell, opening my door. “Goodnight, assholes!”

“See Hyung,” Sehun says as they both keep walking down the hall, “She wants to hurry and sleep so she can enter her fantasies in her dreams.”

Baekhyun begins to mimic some high pitched moaning as I slam the door shut, my face completely red and burning. I lean against my door, trying to calm down and stop blushing. After a few moments, I walk to the bed, seeing a picture and a note on it. I look at the picture and see it was of all thirteen men and my mother. I see the three other members for the first time, wonder what they are like. I set that on the bedside table, propped up on the lamp before turning to the note. I smile, the blush coming back as I read the words. I place that next to the picture, also propping it on the lamb so that I saw them first thing when I woke up. I change into pajamas, getting into bed and smile, remembering the words on the paper.

‘I’ll try to forgive myself if you do the same.’

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The Beginning

Posted: 02/08/2017

James March has spoken to his new fiance about getting rid of his ex wife who is dead in Hotel Cortez for some time now. With the young woman studying black magic. She's able to make it happen. Along side March and Tristan, Torili takes her first visit to this haunted hotel, and comes face to face with the evil that has been haunting it's walls since long before she even died.

OPEN RP: With the group just opening up, this is a good place to get started.

CHARACTERS: Torili Hunter The Countess James March/Jason Shield Tristan Duffy Kai Parker

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The Hotel Cortez, built by a king who wished to please his queen, had now become a haunted blaze of Hell fire filled glory, and that, was putting a colorful spin on it. This place once owned and run by the somewhat living James March, now was consumed within the hatred of his late wife, The Countess. A nasty woman, and not just because she was a blood thirsty vampire either. Elizabeth had a dark soul, a lust for power, and control. Something she didn't get as much in life as she did now, in death.

Then on the flip side of the very same coin, was sweet little Torili Hunter, soon to be Torili Shields. A gentle heart with a long, dark history. A woman who put the joy and happiness of all above herself, but while she didn't indulge herself in creating darkness, she found herself surprisingly drawn to it. The pure morbid nature of those who were around her, as if she could see into their insides, and find just who and what they were.

Two very different woman, two very different creatures, drawn together by one common interest, well, a lack of an interest was more like it in the terms of The Countess. For years James did everything in his power to please her, nothing however caused a stir, not really, and now, now he was going to ruffle her feathers a little bit more. Meeting Tristan, and speaking to James March, otherwise Jason Shields, her future husband, Torili had decided that it was time to visit this morbid hotel, and end things once and for all.

Torili studied the art of black magic, though she didn't use it as much as one would figure she should. This however, was a special occasion. The Countess had no idea that her days were in fact numbered, or that there was a rebellion being plotted against her. The woman was dead, what more damage could they possibly do to her? She sat in the room of her suite, sipping from her usual champagne glass of blood while she watched out the window, indulging herself in the fight that went on in the room next door.

Though she was merely human in this after life, she felt the need to remind herself what she once was, not wishing to forget her love of the blood, her love of the death. Something stirred her however, deep in the pit of her stomach as the front doors to the hotel opened. She could sense his presence, her husband, and she grit her teeth. This was not the only thing she found discomforting being brought to her abode however, a young woman seemed to entertain him, and this, would not do, not for her, not, in her home.

Torili was surprisingly calm as she entered the doors of the hotel, James March and his trusted right hand Tristan Duffy not far behind her. The two men had spent years trapped in one way or another behind these walls, so they were in no hurry to enter, Torili however? She had to know. This place held such darkness, such mystery, so many hate filled moments, blood splattered nights. She had to feel it for herself.

The young woman was a kid in a candy store, a vision seen quite clearly within her eyes as she looked around in complete awe at what stood before her. "It's beautiful" Tor breathed out in a soft tone. The place was absolutely enchanting, not just the sight either, she could feel all the negative energy that surrounded her and it seemed to feed her thoughts, her emotions. The lobby was still active with people. People who knew the hotel was haunted and wanted to see it, people who didn't know the hotel was haunted and were enjoying their stay and, the dead.

The dead, right out here in the open among everyone else, and nobody seemed to even notice. It was magnificent. Tor's heart was a flutter with joy as she moved further into the main lobby of the hotel. The man behind the desk attempting to grab her attention, but failing as her attention was other places. Moving to one of the sitting areas she brushed her hand over the back of one of the chairs. "Miss, uh miss?" Being said behind her, only to be muffled as the man took sight of James.

For Torili this place was beyond alive, however, everything was cut short as a cold chill ran down Torili's spine. She swallowed hard as her gaze lifted to the stairs. Standing there, against the banister was a tall, slender woman, hair white as the snow, wearing a long flowing red gown. Torili took a step back from the chair as she practically forced herself to begin breathing again. Watching as the woman descended the stairs. In her research she'd seen the woman before her in pictures, but seeing her now, in the flesh.

Well, flesh obviously being a relative term, it was entirely different. "You fear me child?" The woman questioned in a low, devious tone as she eyed Torili who simply shook her head in a slow manner. Words unable to escape her lips. "Well you should." She warned as she approached March and Tri, for a brief moment her gaze moved to Tristan, a slight shake of her head before she looked to March. A smile slowly forming on her face as she spoke, gesturing back to Tor.

"Midlife crisis, James dear? Feeling so, beyond your years you bring a child into your presence to regain your youth?" The Countess questioned before she turned her attention sharply back to Torili, causing the young woman to jump slightly. "It's to late for you, James, you're old, just like the rest of us, and, you can do so much better." Elizabeth rang out as she reached a hand out and took a hold of a bit of Torili's hair, running her fingers through it. Pєяfect Iℓℓυsion

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In the beginning, there had always been darkness. Nothing but death surrounded the figures within the hotel. Yet most of the deaths were either caused by that sack of shit addict, or the tremors of the master behind the mask. Hotel Cortez was brilliantly lit. The red carpeting, and golden banisters left it as a dazzling ruby, in a ring setting. Dusted over with the souls of yesterday, and the souls of today. March wore his blue most handsome suit. A red tie, and his favorite cane to his hip. His new body was darted with the scars his preacher father had left him. It was told, that you'd be shamed, further. For not abiding by his rules.

A dart of his tongue dashing over his lips. While gazing at everyone. The entrance was beyond intriguing. With Tor on his arm, he watched as people began to take notice of him. John, a detective that had died just outside the hotel. Had been brought back in by March. When Jason returned, he did plenty of dark art magic. Having gained all the appeasing pleasures of magic. From the young black witch that had thought she was going to be his challenge. When he killed her, he'd absorb her power.

Though with the bitch in his sight. James walked even taller. Funny how the blonde once gorgeous to him, Sickened him. "Now now darling, I am dead. No midlife Crisis for me. So sorry our dinner is about years late. I've had others to attend to. "I'd like you to meet my wife, well shes about to become my wife. We are here to set up the beauty of our wedding. Tristian, was just bringing us here." He eyed Tris, to play along.

Fingers tightened around his cane as he raised it, pushing the countess out of the way.

"Please dear, you are making a mockery out of yourself. In front of our guests." He hissed. Standing in the lobby, he looked to Tor.

"I think the lobby would be appealing you darling?" It was destined to gain much attraction. As the hotel guests, had missed, or either craved that darkness to return. And the moment he had stepped through the door. She, The Hotel Cortez had come back to life. "Also, I'd like to see my son, as he will no longer be kept in a room locked away." Jame's dark eyes met his ex wife's. For she had tried to abort him, now kept him locked away in the room upstairs third floor room 33. тαιnte∂ ℓσve

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Tristan held back as he followed March and his new fiance into the hotel. He was on high alert, of anything that could possibly go wrong, and knowing the bitch was here, that was everything. As she appeared he grit his teeth together, avoiding saying or doing anything that could cause a stir. While he wanted the bitch gone, he didn't want to increase his suffering on her way out the door.

As The Countess' attention went to her, he gave a smirk. One of his, signature smirks as he simply allowed the ex couple to interact. When he was mentioned, he nodded his head. "A dying man deserves a last request, doesn't he?" Tristan questioned the countess with his usual cocky tone. All a mask, to hide what was really going on. When Elizabeth moved to touch Torili, Tristan looked to March, but only briefly as to not raise any signals.

Elizabeth was not a fan of betrayal. He'd already learned that once or twice, and he could only hope at this point, with her no longer being an immortal bitch, that she couldn't smell it like she claimed she could in her life. The man remained silent during the remaining duration of the conversation, simply nodding to the desk clerk to check them in and moving to the counter to speak to the man, as to avoid being drawn into something he wanted nothing to do with. The ∂aякиeѕs RPG

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KAI POST

It wasn't like I was looking for trouble.

... Alright fine, I'm always looking for a bit of trouble. But it wasn't until I stepped foot into the Cortez, that its power radiated underneath my feet. God, it was intoxicating. I could sense something was going down, as I watched the woman, cross over to the other three individuals.

"Now we have action." Kai spoke softly settled back against the chair. Watching the woman and the pretty young one talk. She didn't like Kai, and her boyfriend, well... that was another thing. He seemed to own the place as if; he lit the place on fire with his energy.

Tempting, I wanted that cane, oh and the hotel. But only if they'd allow it. Seemed like the god damn place had some type of magic barrier on it. At least for Kai as it seemed. He slipped is fingers in another jar of olives. Slipping one on the tip of his fingers, he'd continue to do that; until all of his fingers were tipped with the strange black color olive. He'd suck one off slowly each finger. He was eyeing, the pretty witch, the new one. Oh and the blonde, she wasn't bad. But pretty boy was even more interesting. Who knew that darkness like this could be played with, right here.

"Oh I like them." His gaze went to the strange patron whom passed. Giving Kai a look of disgust.

"Could you be anymore obvious? Gees, I like me." He rolled his eyes, sucking off the last olive off his finger.

"Show time." Kai watched as they all greeted within the lobby, and he took amusement, by settling against the railing, watching like a kid watching his first circus. Dying Fantasy

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The Countess drew her left arm in front of her chest, resting her right elbow on it as she placed her chin in her right hand, lightly tapping her index finger upon her cheek. A smirk crossing her face as March spoke. "Witty as always, I see." She responded simply, before her gaze turned to Torili as James spoke of their monthly dinners being a few years late. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me." She responded in a low, dry tone, examining Torili as James spoke of her being his future wife.

Torili smiled as March spoke of her, her gaze being more often on James than on Elizabeth, as she didn't really wish to look at the woman, considering the tension within the conversation. When Elizabeth finally looked away from Torili, she let out a sigh of relief, while the woman's gaze moved to Tristan. "A dying man, died years ago, babe." She spoke in retort as Tristan made his response. The statement of course responding to one of two things. Marriage killed, or that she would destroy him.

The Countess liked to think of the second possibility being more admirable, and as a result that was where her main focus went, as she took hold of a few strands of the woman's hair. When James pushed her out of the way, the Countess instantly turned her attention to Tristan who was at the desk. "Tristan, see to the bags of our.-" pausing she turned her gaze back to Torili. "Guest." The words slithered from her lips as if the woman were in fact a poisonous serpent underneath it all.

Torili's attention moved from Elizabeth moments after she said the word guest and stepped in beside March, looking over the place. Torili was a bit intimidated by the woman, and it was clear that she wasn't liked, each of these things however she was going to use to her advantage. She would play the scared mouse, and when the time was right, she could take Elizabeth down without much of a fight. As the woman would only laugh at her, seeing no reason to fear her, what so ever.

"I love it." Torili spoke in an excited tone as she looked up at March. "This place, it's absolutely perfect, every bit of it." She spoke in an honest tone. Not even paying attention to Elizabeth still standing, close by. After a few moments, The Countess began to walk from the lobby, making her way back up towards the stairs, stopping as she was addressed. "Is that so?" She questioned with a devious laugh before turning and placing her hand on the rail.

"You may think you still rule this kingdom, James." Turning slowly she looked to the man once more. "But you don't, you left it, for a sweet, little, tart." The woman laughed once more causing Torili to shiver slightly, the dead woman's words not really phasing her in the slightest. "If you wish to speak on the matter, you know where to find me, later. Mr. Duffy." She called for Tristan as she turned once halfway up the stairs. "See that the, happy couple are given proper accommodations." The woman spoke with a dark smile before she turned and continued up the stairs once more.

Once The Countess had finished speaking to Tristan, Torili let out a low sigh. "If the Devil wore a dress, bet he'd fit in hers." Tor stated with a soft laugh and shook her head, looking up to March with a smile. "I want to stay, I want to do what we came here to do." She continued, leaning up and kissing James' cheek. "And, I have a room request. I, I want yours. The one you died in, the one, my mother died in." As she spoke of wishing to stay in the room, her eyes never left those of her future husband. She was serious, dead serious, for her that room was very important, and allowed for things to truly move full circle. Pєяfect Iℓℓυsion

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March's gaze remained calm. He was not one to make a scene. "Witty darling?" He'd release Tor's arm to approach, the blonde bitch. To whom he was no longer in love with. "Hurts don't it darling. To feel the rage of jealousy. To taste disgust, under your tongue. He tucked a strand of her hair back into place. Stepping forward, look at you. Falling apart at the seams. Since I was terribly saddened by your death. I escaped, while your poor dull fate, has you locked in hell. Of the castle. I built for my Queen. Yet, I do believe the queen has finally arrived."

March would take a step back, grasping his fiance' Tor close. Lips meeting her cheek. While watching the bitch escape her rage.

"No need to think you are captain of this ship. Mrs March, Your bound to your hell, my hotel." His voice echoed a soft purr. One that grasped any in ear shot. "Deadly, for you shall you destroy, my soon to be wife's wedding planning. I suggest. You take up your disgusting, lifestyle elsewhere. Now do make yourself scarce." He shooed her away. His hands rolled across his loves jawline. In deep gaze of her beauty. "Now you, can have anything you please. As you are now queen of this castle...and oh darling. She welcomes you." James purred against Tor's ear. тαιnte∂ ℓσve

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Tristan stood completely unmoved as he was addressed to get the bags. He was there on business, and it wasn't hers. He was there for his boss, for March. True while when March was away, The Countess did run things, but he believed March still had full power here, especially having a new bride to be who could banish to she-devil once and for all, something that everyone, or at least most everyone within the hotel would applaud her for.

Watching her was interesting however. Torili's body showed such calm, even when uncertainty and concern showed in her eyes. As if she had prepared for this her entire life. James speaking of the queen finally arriving of course set his thoughts in stone. She had, something within her was preparing her to reclaim James March's kingdom from the devil woman who had taken control over it.

"Certainly." Tristan spoke out with a salute, ending in the middle finger as the woman turned her back to him. Momentarily the male turned to Torili as she made her request, then moved to have some bell hops see to the bags, before sending them on their way. The room in question was not usually used. Fate took Tor's mother into there that night, just as fate had allowed the room to be vacant for the request of the new queen of the castle. "Time to break out the champagne boss?" Tristan questioned with his signature dark smirk He was enjoying the show, and knew it was just getting started. The ∂aякиeѕs RPG

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Kai had his front row seat. Speaking to himself a he propped his feet upon the gold bar in front of him. Leaning on the banister still looking down from the parrot lounge. "...Oh so dramatic."Kai hissed, amused by his own words. Speaking to himself. While the bar tender tended to the tables gazing at him as if he was a crazy fool.

Kai, was more than that. He was fucking god damn psychotic, and half the time. No one, knew what they were going to get. Whether he'd be half charming, or complete cruel. The power of the Hotel was driving him further. A darker soul, entering a place of pure dark magic. Demon's roamed these halls. Kai was just another flicker in the dark.

He'd been sitting there admiring the blonde, the tussle between the two. It was like watching his own god damn soap opera. Like when he fell for Bonnie, and she killed him. Deadly little witch bitch she was. Funny, how he was easily resurrected. With his own spells in his hand. He'd walk without a hesitated glimpse to the male that lurked behind them.

He drew in a sharp breath, examining the handsome man fully. He stood like a model, awaiting to be approached by a god. Kai could be a god. But all in good time, all in good time. He'd already been checked in, and settled in one of the room's on the third floor, room 35 to be exact. Kai wasn't a big sleeper, ... well only if it was Damon and Bonnie. they were mighty boring and he'd needed a new place to play. This Hotel seemed to be just what he was looking for. Dying Fantasy

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"Jealousy?" She questioned in a soft tone. She was not one to even entertain the thought. Nor one to admit to it. Elizabeth did not love James, now or even ever. This was not unknown to anyone within the walls of the hotel. However, she did love the attention that being queen of the castle gave her. The power to have men at her every beck and call. So was she jealous? Of course, but never would she admit to it. Never would she allow it to show in her words, her stride or anything else.

James, he could sense it because he knew the woman well, as he did love her, once upon a time. He knew her better than anyone could, his, gift of being a reaper helped a great deal with that as well. She closed her eyes as he spoke of his sorrow for her death. Something that was not unknown to her as a true fact, as the man did in fact love and care for her. Then the mention of his queen finally arriving, causing the woman to open her eyes, instantly meeting them with March's.

Torili just smiled between her fiance as she once more began to look around. Never in a million years did she imagine being in a place like this. The Murder House was extravogant, but this place, this place was what her wildest dreams and then some were made of. As March moved to kiss her cheek she smiled more brightly, her eyes instantly moving to meet with his. She had every chance to get under Elizabeth's skin, but she felt no need to.

She had everything her heart desired, and she had to take it from no one. March's words about Elizabeth's hell caused a soft giggle to escape Torili's lips, pressing them firmly together in hopes that no one would take notice. While Elizabeth's eyes merely narrowed on her ex husband's. "I've no interest in troubling myself with your affairs, James, long as you do well to not trouble yourself, with mine."

She knew that the talk of their son was not yet finished, and for her that would be more than enough insentive to attempt to get back into the thrown that she had grown so accustom to. After speaking she rolled her head as she was dismissed, dismissed as any of the staff within the hotel had been so many times by the both of them. Once she was gone, Torili's eyes lit up again a soft purr escaping her lips as March's hand brushed along her jaw.

Looking to the man she started to speak, only instead turning her head, to match her lips to his hand, before she made her request for their room. Closing her eyes she melted into March's touch as he spoke of her getting whatever she pleased, and now being queen of the castle. Her eyes then opened as he purred out that it welcomed her. Unlike Elizabeth, Torili didn't have high demands, she wanted him, to bare his last name, to have everyone know that she belonged to him, and he to her.

Little things, like giving herself completely to the man she loved in the very room he died in, in the very room he killed her mother in. A place that she could be welcome, feel safe, and without her even really needing to ask he gave it all to her. Without a second thought she moved to cup his face between her hands as her lips met instantly with his. Not caring who saw, or what they thought. The Countess was a distant memory in March's heart, and there was no doubt in her mind about it, and no one had ever held hers in the way that the man who stood before her did.

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