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If he came back - Vexx/Reader

What if you had not tried to run, but Vexx came back for you at the day of the wedding?

The light in the hidden hallway was dim, but the music still reached your ears, reminding you of the last time you had been dancing all dressed up in fancy clothes. Back then you had also ended up hiding in this hallway, but you had not been alone. Vexx had been there with you, pressed close, his breath on your face.

Don’t think about it, you told yourself firmly. Instead you wondered how long you could stay here until someone – probably your new guard – would start to miss you. No one really needed you there, though. Nerissa was always engaged in some serious talk with important people and the rest of your siblings did their best to ignore you. Oh, damn it, damn not thinking about him, you really missed Vexx terribly and everything would be so much better if…

“Your Highness!”

You snapped to attention and stared disbelievingly at the tall figure who was rushing toward you. It couldn’t be. This was just your imagination, fuelled by longing and running wild. He could not really be here.

“What the bloody hell are you doing back here? I thought I’d never find you!”

But he was. You were still just staring at him, mouth agape, as he grabbed your shoulders, looking you up and down.

“Are you alright, highness?”

“I… yes?” you, too, looked him over. He wasn’t in his plain guard’s uniform, but in street clothes and he was carrying a rifle slung over his shoulder. His gaze held none of the warmness or mischief you were used to seeing in it, instead it was wild and worried.

“What are you doing here?” your voice sounded strange in your ears, hollow, as you lay a hand on his arm, as if to convince yourself that he was real. “Where have you been?”

“There’s no time to explain. Just trust me, alright? We have to leave. Now!” He grabbed your arm and started pulling you down the hall, his fingers digging almost painfully into your skin.

Before he had left you behind, you would have followed him anywhere without question. Even now you were halfway down the hall before you started to try and pull free of his grip. “What the hell is going on, Vexx?”

“Shush,” he did not even look back at you.

He stopped at the door at the end of the hallway, tense, straining to hear what was going on behind it. His grip was still vicelike around your arm. “Come on,” he pushed open the door and then you were running. There were shouts somewhere behind you, the pounding of feet. The music was distant by now, overshadowed by the other noises. Overshadowed even by the wild beating of your own heart. Vexx pulled you into another hidden passage, this one leading outside of the palace. You had used it oh so often to sneak out into the city together. But today there was someone waiting in it. A man, not quite as tall as Vexx, but broader, his stance threatening.

“Serif?” he said, his eyes flitting from Vexx to you. “What are you doin back here? Who’s that?”

“Oh, just an old acquaintance. I thought it would be a shame if something happened to a pretty face like that, no?” Vexx’s tone, his whole stance, had changed. He seemed like a predator, his grin more like a snarl, and in that moment you just wanted to get away. From him, that strange man, the dark passage… Back to your miserable loneliness that felt, if nothing else, safe. But Vexx was pulling you forward with him, as if to let the other man have a better look at you and your ‘pretty face’.

“I dunno, man,” the guy said, frowning. “This is no shopping trip where you get to take someone home.”

Vexx did not answer, instead he unslung his rifle and hit the man square in the face with the butt of it in such a quick motion that your startled yelp only escaped when the stranger hit the floor.

You startled back when Vexx reached for you again, and a hurt look crossed his face.

“What the hell, Vexx? Who is that? What is he doing here?” your voice was shaking as you took a step back.

“Highness, please,” Vexx held out his hands in a soothing motion, as if he was approaching a spooked animal.

“No!” your gaze flickered over your shoulder when you thought you heard screams. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Vexx had come closer in your moment of distraction. “I will, I’ll explain everything once we’re safe. There is no time now.”

Desperation was laced thick in his voice and his breath left him when you cautiously laid your hand in his outstretched one. And then he was pulling you along again, his words still spiralling in your head.

“What do you mean, safe? Nerissa is back there! If it’s not safe we have to get her!”

“There is no time!”

No! There was no way in hell you’d abandon your sister if she was in danger.

“Please, Vexx, I can’t leave her,” you pleaded. “I don’t care if I’m safe, I need her to be!”

He whirled around, pushing you up against the wall. “Well, I care, and so would Nerissa. She’d kill me if I prioritized her over you. She has her own guard looking out for her, and you have me, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get you to safety, even if it’s against your will!”

You could read in his eyes that there was no point in fighting him. Vexx had always been stronger than you and he looked so determined that he’d probably just knock you out and carry you if you did not come along willingly.

“Now move it,” he said in an almost soft voice, his hand squeezing yours. And then you were running again, your vision blurred by tears. Not long and you were out in the open, running down an all too familiar street.

And then there was an ear breaking crashing sound and the ground shook beneath your feet, making you trip. Everything got darker and for a moment you were sure that the sky was falling. You were hurled forward, your muscles screaming in protest. And then the sky hit, pressing the breath out of your lungs. For a moment everything went black.

“Highness!”

Vexx’s voice pulled you back. He was staring at you through the setting dust, his face oh so close. A weird vertigo took hold of you. Everything seemed to spin around you as you moved your head, and it took you a moment to realise that you were lying on the street.

Everything hurt. Something warm was trickling down your face. The street around you was strewn with debris. There was a groan beside you, pulling your gaze back to Vexx. He strained, trying to get up, his teeth gritted.

“It’s alright, highness,” he muttered, giving up his effort for a second, “I’ve got this.” He even managed the softest smile at you. “Just keep your eyes open, alright? Stay with me.”

You weren’t sure why he was saying this. Everything was so heavy. You wouldn’t go anywhere. Your eyes trailed down his body and lingered on the piece of concrete his legs were stuck under. That’s bad, you thought, in a somewhat detached way. Trying to breathe and struggling to, you realized that you were stuck as well. You watched Vexx struggle, pain clear on his face.

“Just keep breathing, highness,” he reached out to you, trailing his hand down your cheek. “We’ll get out of here. Just hang on,” a single tear trailed through the dust on his face.

“It’s…” your voice cracked, “…fi… fine.” Your vision was blurring again.

“Don’t. Safe your energy. I just have to,” he tried getting up on his elbows and did not bother to finish his sentence.

“I…” it sounded weird when you tried to breath in. You coughed. “I…” you started again. I love you. You came back for me and I missed you and I love you. You wanted to tell him, wanted him to know. It’s alright. You’re here and I’m alright.

Darkness crept into your vision. Your breath stalled.

“Highness? Look at me, please! Come on, stay with me!”

His panicked voice was the last thing you heard as you drifted away.

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #andromeda six fanfiction #Vexx Serif #angst #fanfic #I'm sorry if it's not that good I'm not really used to writing xreader stuff

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i love your art style so much wow!!!!!

Aw, I’m glad someone likes it! Thank you so much, lovely anon!! <3

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I tried to draw specialist agent Mason and my detective Gwendolyn “Gwen” Greene, because I fell in love with the Wayhaven Chronicles and all it’s characters and I just couldn’t help myself <3

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven fanart #Fanart #the wayhaven chronicles mason #I didn't even come close to the perfection that this gorgeous freckled asshat deserves #but I tried my best #I'm happy with my girl anyway #she's a sarcastic ray of sunshine

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A in the triangle route: “I wish it was only me...”

A when it’s only them: “Feelings? Me? Oh hell no, disgusting, take those away, I don’t want them!”

#the wayhaven chronicles #I love this game and the characters and it's just perfect #can't even decide who I love the most #and the love triangle is ripping my heart out

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The new dlc was really cute! I live for Damon’s and Vexx’s interactions, they are adorable! And the whole situation with Bash and Oppo? It would’ve been so funny if that had happened and Bash would have had to pull a Sweet Home Alabama stunt once he got closer to the traveler :D

#andromeda six #a6 dlc #andromeda six spoilers #I mean this isn't all that spoilery but better safe than sorry

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If you love me, don’t let go...

Everyone’s backstories are so sad and I felt that X Ambassadors “Unsteady” really fit well with that. They all deserve someone to hold on to <3

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@Tag 10 blogs you want to get to know better!

tagged by @spiritaed-kth

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Name: Maike (like saying Michael without the l)

Gender: Female

Height: 5’7

Sexuality: straight

Favorite Animal: that’s a tough one, I love animals in general. Dogs, cats and horses rank very high though^^

Cats or Dogs: that’s more of a and, both are great. But sadly I’m allergic to cats, so I’m limited to dogs once I finally get a big enough flat to keep one :)

Current Time: 8:35 PM

Dream Job: I’d love to work in an animal shelter. I walked the shelter dogs back where I used to live and the people who worked there were just amazing! But as it is I work in a library and that’s alright, too

When I Made This Blog: around seven or eight years ago I think? Maybe? Time is just flowing by...

Why I Made This Blog: I think because I kept stumbling over tumblr when searching for fanart and thought it looked like fun

Reason for URL: uhhhh... I have no idea? Whenever I sign up somewhere and have to think of a username or something my brain blanks out and then I seize the first random thing crossing my mind. Loukja comes from me signing up somewhere and at the time I really liked Lou as a name and that was already taken so I altered it and because of the blank happening I’m Loukja here, too.

followers: 56 at the moment and I’m very grateful for all of them! :)

Anyone who likes to participate can feel tagged :)

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A6 Headcanons - Movie Night

(I wrote this with current movie and series examples for, well, obvious reasons^^)

June: June is probably into all those inspiring, beautiful movies with a sad twist. “The Theory of Everything”, “The Untouchables”, “Saving Mr. Banks”, things like those. But he doesn’t like it if they don’t have at least some sort of a happy end. He wants to see a positive outlook on humanity, wants to get to see people be happy and accomplish things. There’s more than enough tragedy in his life, and watching movies is supposed to be an escape. Movie nights with him would be the cosiest. Wrapped up together in a blanket, his arms around you, sharing a bowl of popcorn. Talking about the movie as the credits roll, veering off into the deeper topics, like the meaning of friendship, of holding on and letting go. Oh, and if you fall asleep during the movie he will carry you to bed, bridal style.

Calderon: The captain probably enjoys educational stuff. Wanna watch some documentaries together? Or historically accurate movies? No? But he’d even pause them to lecture you about background information that they left out. Who would want to turn that down? Now, while this might sound boring at first (at least to some), what always is fun is watching something about old (unsolved) mysteries with him and speculating about them. Like corn circles or how humans build the pyramids and stuff like that. At first Cal would be a bit exasperated by whatever people came up with, but then he would launch into spinning crazy theories with you. He’d sneak an arm around your shoulders over the course of the evening, and he would not bring snacks because he “doesn’t need any”. And then he’d steal from your snacks, so watch out.

Damon: Oh, he’d definitely be into crime stuff. True crime and fictional. Either way he’d comment a lot: if things are realistic, what dumb mistakes could have been avoided and so on. He’d probably like “Gone Girl”, and “Hannibal”, generally movies and shows where the characters are smart. If something is badly written he’d actually get upset at it, and is probably not beyond throwing crisps at the TV: “Are you kidding me? He would’ve been caught before he even committed the murder!” The evening would start with you casually sprawled across the couch side by side but would probably end with his head in your lap and you feeding him snacks. If you’re not watching something super engaging, he might even fall asleep like that.

Bash: With him you can binge watch just about any series, he can adapt. Umbrella Academy? Amazing! Game of Thrones? Aweso… wait, why is everybody dying? Friends? Sure, why not? The Great British Bake Off? Sign him up! Attack on Titan? Hell ye… wait, why is everybody dying?! It’s great fun to joke around with him and fall into the ‘just one more episode’-trap together. Snack-wise he’d probably pull some stunt like mixing M&Ms and Skittles because he likes surprises. At some point in the evening you’d probably end up throwing food at each other and trying to catch it with your mouths. And later on you’d probably fall asleep on the couch, tangled with each other and the blanket and the TV still running in the background.

Ryona: Do not, I repeat, do not watch medical series with her if they are not accurate! She’d also get really upset with the general lack of first aid in movies and series. “What the hell are you guys doing?! That’s not a lethal shot! You don’t need to say goodbye! Oh, quit the ‘StAy WiTh Me’ bullshit, do something!” So, yeah, better stick to something nice, something that will make her smile. Maybe “A series of unfortunate events” or “Anne with an E” or “Grace and Frankie”. She’d be also very interested to see movies/series you love and talk to you about why you like them, no matter the genre. Ryona would put an effort into having the perfect movie night with you – she’d make hot cocoa, self-made popcorn or whatever other snack you like. She’d snuggle up to your side and sometimes whisper comments about the movie to you.

Ayame: She’d be into all the trash movies. “Sharknado”, “2-Headed Shark Attack” and so on. Also stuff like “Shaun of the Dead” or “Robin Hood – Men in Tights”. She’s also the queen of movie drinking games. Mostly because she comes up with very specific ones and you’d swear she makes up rules as she goes: “Hammer Time! You have to drink!” “What?” “Whenever there’s a hammerhead shark on screen you have to say hammer time. I told you that, pay some attention, would you?” You’d be so drunk by the end of the movie that she’d have to carry or drag you to bed. But apart from that movie nights with her are so much fun, just the two of you making dumb jokes until you cry from laughing so much. There’s also a high chance of a pillow fight breaking out over who’s hogging the shared blanket too much.

Vexx: He likes things that go boom. So, movies with tons of action. He’d probably like things like the Avengers. If he says about whatever happens on screen “I could do that.” – dare him to do it. It’s bound to be hilarious. Because Vexx has a pretty big head and this could happen with just about anything. Like for example, even though he’d probably only watch that movie to make you happy, the lift from Dirty Dancing. Only dare him if you’re ready to possibly cut the movie night short and end it in the infirmary with a very angry medic. If you don’t want that, better just stay put and fight him for your fair share of the snacks – which might end in a tickling war and neither of you concentrating on the movie anymore.

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #andromeda six headcanons #andromeda 6 headcanons #Headcanon

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The Princess and the Guard - Living on a Prayer

Vexx surveyed the small club as they entered. It was pretty empty, as to be expected so early in the evening. His gaze travelled to the princess beside him, who was taking the scene in, wonder in her eyes.

“Happy?” he asked.

The smile she cast his way was a little bit smug. “Very.”

Taking her arm, he led her over to one of the booths along the back wall and asked himself when the slight shift in their power dynamic had occurred. Because when she had first asked him to take her out for a drink he had declined. While she was getting bolder, wanting to explore more, live more, she was still super sheltered. Pleading with him to take her, she had even admitted that she had never had alcohol before. And while he was already risking his neck sneaking around with her at all, getting her intoxicated felt like a one-way ticket to getting caught. Yet here they were, and he was still trying to figure out why he had let her sway him.

Aurora slid into the booth and started scrolling through the menu. “What do you suggest?” she asked. “I want something fancy.”

“Of course you do,” he reached across the table and flicked his finger against her nose, gaining a glare for the trouble. She did look fancy herself, her curls gathered back in a high ponytail that she had adorned with an actual bowtie. Like a girl from one of the old movies she enjoyed, cute but clearly not on par with the current fashion of the gold district.

“Come on, who knows when I’ll get the chance for something like this again? I need to make it count,” she flicked to the next section of drinks, reading with a slightly furrowed brow. Her words gave him a twinge of regret. Don’t think of it, he told himself, when maybe he should have told himself to think of the reasons that had gotten him into this whole mess in the first place. Justice. Freedom. Hope for a better world.

He reached across the table, scrolling through the menu until he got to the coladas. “One of those would probably be the right thing for you.”

When their order arrived Aurora delightedly picked the little umbrella out of her strawberry colada, twirling it between her fingers. “Look at this, this is so cute!”

“Yes, super cute garbage.”

“At least my drink doesn’t look bland like yours,” she took a little sip of the colada.

“My drink is for grown-ups, little lady.”

“My drink is good,” she announced, then reached for his. “Let me try yours?”

He pushed over his Jack and Coke, watching her closely as she took the straw in her mouth, and then as her nose crinkled in disgust.

“Ew. Are you sure you can still function after finishing that? Huh,” she fanned her face with her hands, her eyes watering, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Good thing he had told the waiter to make sure there was a bit less rum in her drink than they normally put in.

“You are such a lightweight, princess. I should have been a responsible adult and gotten you a juice. Yes, I am sure that I’ll function just fine,” he accompanied that with a wink, making her blush furiously.

She went back to sipping her cocktail, and then she got a far-off look, and when he started to ask her what was wrong, she raised a finger to silence him. His gaze shifted to the booth behind her and the group that had sat down there. It was a bit hard to make out what they were talking about with the music, so he leaned across the table, keeping an eye on Aurora’s expression as he listened.

“I mean, how many bad calls can a person possibly make? It’s time he fucking dies!”

Her eyebrows shot up.

“Who knows? As lucky as we are, he’ll reign for another couple decades before he finally bites it.”

“Probably. But do you guys really think his daughter will be better? She’s probably just as shitty as he is.”

Vexx reached out, his hand sneaking around the back of Aurora’s neck, pulling her forward until his lips almost grazed her ear and some lose curls tickled his nose. “You don’t have to listen to this, we can go sit somewhere else.”

“No, I… I want to hear it,” she murmured, and for a moment he was awfully tempted to press his lips to hers, distract her, shield her from the world and the ugly truths she hadn’t ever been confronted with. Kiss her until she forgot everything but his name.

Instead he slowly leaned back again, taking a gulp of his drink. Aurora listened to the group drone on about the economy, rising taxes, the dumpster fires that the other planets had become, until they finally switched topics and started speculating if their friend Sharice had STDs or not.

His princess pushed around the remaining ice cubes in her empty glass, a troubled look on her face. “I sometimes forget how much there is to fix,” she admitted.

He shrugged, torn between the need to comfort her and launching into a tirade about how monarchy would fix jack shit.

“And I mean they,” she vaguely gestured towards them, leaning towards him and lowering her voice, “are rich, right? If even they are this discontent…”

“Whiny rich kids,” he agreed. “They think the world ought to be handed to them, but it’s only handed to one certain family and that pisses them off.”

She sighed, bit her lip and tilted her empty glass. “Can I have another?”

“Sure,” he heard himself say, already sensing that it was a mistake.

He was proven right when she tried to drag him onto the dance floor half an hour later. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“You’re drunk,” he remarked, taking in her rosy cheeks, “everything will be fun for you right now.” He wished he had drunken more himself. The whole excurse to politics had reminded him that he was losing focus around her way too often and that in turn had soured his mood. It made him wonder if he really was the right person for this job, because someone like Damon wouldn’t have been side-tracked like this.

Another girl bumped into Aurora, steadied herself holding on to her arm, and then took her in with a slow drag of her eyes. “Your dress is so pretty,” she exclaimed, and Vexx rolled his eyes.

“Aw, thank you,” the princess smoothed the short circle skirt down, “you look super pretty, too.”

The girl laughed and cast a quick glance at him, measuring him up. He narrowed his eyes at her. Back off, he thought.

“My song,” the girl shrieked, grabbed Aurora’s hand, and pulled her into the dancing crowd before he could protest.

Vexx sighed. He lingered at the edge of the dancefloor and kept his eyes on his princess as she laughed and danced with the girl and her friends, looking so happy and free that he did not want to stop her.

When the first girl got a bit too close to Aurora he tensed up, but then his princess shook her head and said something, nodding her head in his direction. The girl replied something that made her blush and cast a glance his way. A grin spread across his face as the girl backed up a little. That’s right, princess. Tell them you are my girl.

He probably should have intervened when one of the girls shared her drink with Aurora. At the point they started dancing on one of the tables he definitely should have intervened, but instead he just got closer, just in case.

Aurora looked like a disco queen up on the table, dancing and singing to the song along with her newfound friends, radiating so much energy. And she was clearly drunk at this point, after just two cocktails and a few sips of beer. She spun, little of the gracefulness from her dance classes showing through. And then she stumbled, tilted. He jumped forward, reaching out. Her body crashed against his, her forehead hitting his chin hard, and he stumbled a few steps backwards before steadying them. For a moment he was worried that she was hurt, but then she laughed, her hands roaming over his shoulders as she righted herself. He still held her close, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Sorry,” she slurred, trailing her fingers over his chin.

“It’s fine,” he found himself grinning back at her. Her friends were still sing-shouting along to the music.

“We’ve gotta hold on, to what we’ve got,” she sang along, a bit off key, framing his face with her hands. Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, and then she got up on her tiptoes and kissed him, while his chin was still throbbing from her former impact. It was a short kiss, her lips pressed to his and then already gone again, but it was enough to make his breath hitch. There was a holler from one of the girls on the table, and Aurora’s face was flushed as she stepped back from him, her fingers tangled with his.

“Woaaah, halfway there!” she launched back into the song, jumping up and down, and he couldn’t help but go along with their energy. Allowed himself to forget about his mission and what was to come and just live in the moment, dancing and singing with the girl he liked, allowing his heart to beat faster with the thought of stealing another kiss from her, as the song blasted on.

It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not…

(The lines from the song at the end here are from “Living on a Prayer” by Bon Jovi. Since we don’t know what kind of music they will have in the future I think it’s fair to play pretend with what we have, even though it would be beyond ancient by then^^)

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #andromeda six fanfiction #vexx serif #fanfic

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This is the Traveler and Vexx in a nutshell :D

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Andromeda 6 Headcanon - Poltergeist

Alright, this is just a dumb idea that struck me when listening to scary stories on Youtube the other night. How our crew would deal with living in a haunted home. I wrote a little bit for a rather harmless ghost when their living alone and a bit more vicious ghost if they live together with the traveler. I hope some people enjoy this even though it’s a weird one^^

( @spiritaed-kth this is probably not the kind of headcanon you were missing in this fandom, I’m sorry, it’s just what my heatfried mind came up with. Maybe I’ll get around to writing something more serious at some point, or better yet, someone with some sense will^^)

June: At first he would try to find rational explanations for what’s going on. Once he can’t explain it away he would start to research the history of the place. Since most ghost-backstories are rather tragic he would probably feel bad for the ghost because June is the kindest being in existence. So whenever the ghost smashed something he would be like “I understand your frustration, what happened to you was horrible and I am deeply sorry you had to go through it.” If the start of this haunting was an unsolved crime he would probably jump into detective mode. Because his ghost deserves some closure. Yes, it’s his ghost now, and don’t you dare disrespect his new metaphysical roommate.

If he’s living with you and things get out of hand, that’s a whole different matter. If you got spooked and you weren’t yet sure what exactly is going on he would stay up with the light on and guard your sleep. And if anything happened to you, like weird unexplained scratch marks or getting pulled out of bed or something like that, he would not allow you to sleep in that house anymore. “I know you love this place, so I’ll let you decide. If you want to, we’ll try to get rid of this… thing. Or we’ll find another place. And I promise you, we’d find something just as perfect. Better even, something without a ghost,” he’d tell you, clasping your hands. He’d lean towards the second option though, because he does not want you to get hurt.

Cal: Here’s one deeply rational man. And headstrong, too. So whatever ghost had to share a space with him would have to pull all registers to even get Cal to acknowledge that something weird is going on. Once he had to notice it he would be totally sure that it’s just Aya and Bash pulling an elaborate prank on him. And even when it becomes clear that it can’t be them, Cal would try everything to ignore the otherworldly out of existence. Imagine one of those ghost movie moments where all the drawers open and slam shut repeatedly and Cal would just sit there, reading the paper and mutter under his breath about the damn draft in this place.

If it’s your shared home and you start getting scared, he’d try everything to calm you down. Like search the whole house after some weird noises at night to make sure that there is nothing there. If you got harmed, he’d still try to explain it rationally: “Maybe I scratched you accidentally or… maybe you’re sleepwalking? People get up to all sorts of stuff when sleepwalking. I’ll look into that, alright? And I’ll stay up next night. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise,” he’d tell you with a soft kiss to your forehead. He’d have a hard time accepting the truth but keeping you safe wins over his unwillingness to do so. So after that he’d start looking into ways to get rid of whatever is haunting your home, because he definitely isn’t going to give the place up. It’s what you picked out together and he also is determined to prove to you that he can keep you safe, even if it means going up against this.

Damon: As an assassin, Damon is very perceptive and would notice strange happenings in his house immediately. Also he loves cats and, as we know from the movies, cats can sense weird shit, so his guard is up as soon as one of the cats he’s bound to have at some point starts repeatedly hissing at things he can’t see. If it weren’t for his cats he wouldn’t even mind the odd misplaced thing or the door slamming and stuff. But if this entity scares his pets, that’s it. He’d start bringing books home (like “How to evaporate a ghost for Dummies”) for research reasons and will let them lie around threateningly and eventually casually tell the ghost: “We can do this the easy way and you just leave, or we can do this the hard way. You choose.”

With you around he would probably make fun of you a bit for getting scared. “You share a bed with an assassin, but you get spooked by Casper? Come on,” he’d say and poke your cheek. His mood would change if you actually got harmed. He’s confident that he can take this thing on. If it thinks being already dead will stop him from killing it again, it thought wrong. Because he won’t allow anything to harm the one he loves. How well that goes… well, it depends. There is a definite possibility of you coming home one day to complete mayhem, the whole house being a mess and the trashcan being on fire and a roughed up Damon would tell you: “I handled it, Your Highness. You’re welcome.”

Bash: He is already on guard on the first sign of things being off. He has seen all the scary movies, he knows how this ends. Something moves without having any business doing so? Call the ghostbusters because he is so not dealing with this. Or even better yet, he’d move. The ghost was there first, it can have the house. He’d also try to be very polite every step of the way, because you don’t want to anger supernatural things. Going in to get his stuff like “Uh, hello, Mr. Ghost? Or Miss? Mrs. Ghost? I’m just here to pick up my things. Don’t mind me, haha, I’ll be gone in a second! So sorry to disturb you!”

In his case if anything it’s you making fun of him for freaking out so much and you would have to influence him to stay. And he would be exasperated if you really wanted that. “Look, I really wouldn’t mind having a cute little house ghost. But in almost every ghost story things don’t get better, they get worse, and I really don’t want to test out that theory, you know?” He’d try to be brave for you, but the breaking point for him would be if you woke up with bruises or something. Being a bit scared he can handle, but this… “I would protect you with my life, but I don’t know how to fight something I can’t see. So please, please, let’s just move.” If you agree to move, he’d be so relieved he’d pick you up and spin you around before giving you a kiss and thanking you multiple times.

Ryona: She does not suffer bullshit. Generally she would treat the problem like some other people treat spiders: without any fondness, but as long as they stay in the ceiling corners, they are tolerated. So, as long as the ghost doesn’t cause too much trouble, she’s alright with it. But if it started messing with her belongings, she would get really worked up. And if anybody in the system could get a ghost to leave a premises just by being super cross with it, it would be Ryona. Just imagine her standing over a shattered flowerpot, her most disapproving look on her face, pointing a finger at the empty room: “That’s it! You can be insolent and petty if you wish so, but I strongly advise you be it somewhere else. Because if you touch my plants again I’m going to make your afterlife very uncomfortable!”

While Ryona would get mad if the ghost messed with her plants, it would get tenfold worse if it messed with you. She’s the one with whom the situation probably couldn’t escalate all the way to the ghost physically harming you. As soon as the entity got decidedly aggressive and destructive in behaviour, she would put an end to it. Not just the behaviour, the whole entity. She’d put hours into research, and you would come home one day to the whole place smelling of sage and being immaculately cleaned and she’d greet you with the brightest smile and a kiss: “I’m in a good mood, do you want to go out? Also, I took care of that insufferable pest, it won’t bother us again.”

Aya: At first, much like Cal, she thinks it’s just a prank, and she would retaliate hard. Poor Bash wouldn’t even know what hit him, especially since he’s innocent this time. After they worked out that it isn’t him, he’s convinced that her home is haunted and she thinks it’s hilarious, because ghosts, pfft, as if. She’d treat the whole thing like a huge joke. She’d probably give a name to the ghost, too. When people are over and a door slams or something shatters or the temperature drops and people got weirded out, Aya would just be like “Oh, that’s just Gertrude, my poltergeist. She’s a riot.” After a while, she’d start talking to Gertrude in some situations, too, like: “Darn it, Gertrude, have you seen my keys?” or “Be a darling and water the plants while I’m gone, will you?” (all of Aya’s plants are probably dead or on the way there. Just like Gertrude.)

If it’s the two of you sharing your home with this and you got scared, Ayame would still manage to get you to laugh with her reactions to the situation. She would keep her humour even if things got more dangerous. If this entity did something like scratch you, Aya would loudly declare to your bedroom: “Really, Gertrude? That’s what you’re into? I’m shocked! I mean, I’m not kink-shaming, but go and get your own lover, you can’t have mine.” Since she has a kind of fitful sleep and has kicked you in her sleep before, she at first thinks it might have really been her who did that to you and she would feel pretty bad about it. But once it get’s clear that that isn’t the case, she would address you with a heavy sigh: “Darling, as much as it pains me to say, but I think we might have to get rid of Gertrude.”

Vexx: Cue the chaos. Because Vexx is always up for an adventure and has no common sense whatsoever. He’d invite everyone over for horror movie night and have the time of his life when his friends get scared because there are weird noises in the house and wait, why are the curtains moving when no window is open? He does not really believe that there’s a ghost. Still, he suggests using an Ouija board, because you should try everything in your lifetime, right? He’d be a bit freaked out if it works, because he was planning on staging it to frighten his friends some more and then it actually works? There is a ghost? But he wouldn’t be too scared, instead he’s all for investigating a bit, finding out where the ghost came from and documenting everything paranormal activity style.

If you’re around he’d act much in the same way. Only that you now have to star in his videos and have to put up with him sometimes scaring you on purpose. To be honest, he kind of enjoys it when you get a bit scared and he can be your protector. He’d also drag you into his investigation and as long as things wouldn’t get out of hand it would actually be fun. If the ghost got more physical, Vexx would still joke around a bit: “Damn, do you think we got to the stage where we have to fuck the ghost to appease it? Because that is not a threesome I ever imagined myself getting into.” But he’d sober up quickly, especially if you don’t go along with his jokes: “You know we don’t have to stay here, right, Highness? Just say the word and we’ll be out of here,” he’d tell you, carefully brushing your hair back.

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