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commander-krios · 8 months

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Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Vexx Serif/Traveler Rating: Mature Summary: Vexx Serif didn't know when his flirting with the youngest Peg'asi became more than a game, but he's certain that he's screwed it up. Words: 2230 Additional Tags: First Kiss, Flirting, Teasing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers

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Vexx didn’t particularly enjoy waking up in a chair in an ominously quiet library, dusty books stacked neatly on the table in front of him, long abandoned. He didn’t enjoy having a missing charge on the largest property he’d ever stepped foot on, but here he was, again. Princess Sade Peg’asi knew he was bored sitting with nothing to do, which was why every day after midday meal, after he was stuffed full of delicious food and about to fall asleep, they would sit in the quiet library while her soft voice lulled him into a state of relaxation, reading from the most boring historical novels she could find. He could never resist when sleep finally pulled him under.

You need the rest, Vexx. she had told him the first time. You are exhausted.

It was her excuse every time, but he thought she enjoyed being chased.

Whatever the truth was, it was a game they played a few days a week, when the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him. Sade was only ever polite about him nodding off and neglecting his duties, and when he found her again, she always smiled in that dazzling way she did and laughed.

Vexx didn’t know if she realized the effect she had on him. She was clever, saw a lot by watching those around her, but if she realized he was keeping secrets from her, she didn’t hint at it. Sade never looked at him with anything but affection.

That only made him more nervous.

This time, Sade was sitting in the garden, a rose among the other beautiful flowers, a pair of leather gloves on her delicate hands as she worked the dirt before adding more sproutlings to the ground. Dirt stained her lavender dress, but she paid it no mind, too busy planting to care about her appearance.

It was one of the things he liked about her.

He studied her as he approached, dark curls pulled back with a matching purple ribbon, her favorite sparrow comb tucked into the mess of untamed hair. She and her eldest sister, Nerissa, the heir apparent, were so much alike in coloring and manner, but there was something about Sade that made him feel content. Understood. Accepted. She was soft, playful, smart… and too damned clever for her own good.

When he was sure she would easily hear his words, Vexx called out across the garden. “I think you’re missing your ballroom dancing lessons, Princess. What will the Solar Queen say?”

Sade raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a grin playing across her lips. He caught the flash of mischief behind her honey-green eyes before she quickly hid it. Once upon a time, he might’ve believed he imagined the emotion, but he knew the girl behind the mask too well now. He wouldn’t underestimate her again. “Vexx, we both know I don’t need those lessons.”

“Did you forget the two left feet incident at the last masquerade?”

She laughed, brushing a curl out of her face. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the library.”

Vexx knelt beside her, brushing some dirt from her cheek. Not that it mattered when her lavender gown was covered in more. “This is becoming a common problem, Princess.” His fingers trailed along her cheek, across her jaw, before tangling into her curls. He never got enough of the silky feel of her hair against his skin, how it bounced and curled around his fingers.

Sade sighed, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch. “You aren’t complaining, are you?”

With a grin that was maybe a tad devilish, Vexx trailed his hand down her arm before taking her gloved hand in his. “Me? Complain? It’s as if you don’t know me at all.”

With a gentle tug, he removed each glove, one at a time before dropping them in the dirt.

“Those were expensive.” She chided him with such a fake scowl that he nearly choked on a laugh.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. They’re still expensive lying in the dirt, if that helps?”

Her mouth twitched, but she managed to keep her smile hidden. “You aren’t helping your cause, Lieutenant.”

“Oh, I am.” He teased, taking the opportunity to entwine their hands, no barrier between them. Her skin was still warm from her glove, a softness he wasn’t used to, but nevertheless enjoyed.“Because I can do this now.”

Lifting her hand, he pressed a lingering kiss against her knuckles. Blush bloomed across her cheeks and it took everything in him not to tease her again. Tucking her hand in the crook of his arm, he tugged her along with him across the pavers, waiting for the inevitable protests at leaving her gloves and gardening tools behind.

But there was nothing.

When he glanced at her, she watched their surroundings instead of him: the birds in the fountains, the bees as they buzzed near the flowers, the trestles of wisteria and vines, the arches overhead full of flowers he couldn’t name. Vexx always liked the gardens, enjoyed their time whenever they ventured outside, but lately, his eyes were constantly drawn to the woman beside him, rivaling the flowers for beauty.

A few minutes later, she still hadn’t said anything and he sighed, slowly his strides until they finally stopped. “Is there somewhere you’d like to go, Princess?”

Her eyes stared ahead, unfocused, and worry twisted his stomach. Something wasn’t right. Sade always teased and flirted with him. “Are you alright, Sade?”

At the sound of her name, she glanced at him, lips opening slightly as if she wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say.

Vexx tried to ignore the fear that sickened him. He’d pushed too far. He never thought about the things he said or did until well after they happened, and sometimes he dug himself a hole he couldn’t climb out of. He hoped this wasn’t one of those times. “Did you want to go back to your room?”

“No. I’m alright.” Sade brushed her hair behind her ear, arm slipping out of his so she could step away. “I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”

Vexx wasn’t aware of when he actually started enjoying the little moments when they touched: a brush of hands, a lingering touch of her shoulder or arm, when he led her around with a hand on her waist…

As she turned to walk away, his heart jumped into his throat. This wasn’t supposed to happen. These feelings he had whenever she met his gaze, a smile on her face. Or how his heart beat faster at the sound of her laughter, a beautiful song he never tired of.

He followed at a distance, never letting her get too far ahead, the lavender dress brushing against the walkway as she made a hurried pace through the garden. She made a sudden turn right, directly into a greenhouse that was filled with as many flowers as the rest of the palace. Whites, yellows, blues, and pinks as far the eye can see. All flourishing under the oppressive humidity within.

Sade paused near a planter filled with the same sproutlings she’d been planting outside: a pretty white flower with a strong fragrance. Jasmine, he was sure it’s called. She smelled of the flowers she loved so much and even now, standing amidst dozens of other species, he could only smell her.

“Princess.”

Her shoulders tensed, fingers curling around the table where the blooms sat as if she needed something to ground her. What the hell had he said that upset her so much?

Stepping closer, he resisted reaching out. Touching her could have the opposite effect he intended, only to make her withdraw more and he doubted he could fix whatever this was if he did.

“Sade?”

When she turned, her eyes were standing at her hands as they twisted the front of her gown. “Do you mean the things you say? When you flirt with me?”

Vexx attempted to figure out what she was talking about. Which things? He said some seriously stupid shit in the past, both to her and others. He swallowed nervously, and figuring things couldn’t get much worse than they were, he hooked a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face so their eyes met.

“I’m sorry if I said something that upset you. I’m an idiot, my mouth runs faster than my brain sometimes.” His thumb brushed against her chin before he dropped his hand to his side, skin burning from the touch. “But I… enjoy your company.”

Sade searched his gaze, trying to find the true meaning behind that, and Vexx was good at hiding his true intentions, feelings, behind a mask of charm and flirtation. But with Sade, he didn’t know when the flirting became more than a game for him. It was terrifying that he actually wanted this woman. If Zovack found out about her, about what she meant to him…

The thought sent a cold chill of foreboding through him.

Zovack would kill her because she was a Peg’asi. Nothing would save her, not Vexx’s feelings or her kindness or her distaste for politics.

Sade Peg’asi wanted to go to Tilaarin to study. She wanted to become a doctor. And Vexx wanted to make sure she got the chance.

Vexx curled his fingers around hers, waiting for her to react. She did so immediately, entwining their hands together before squeezing gently, the smallest of smiles softening her face.

“You have me, Princess. Whatever parts you want.”

God knows, she already had his heart and possibly even his soul. If he had one left.

His brain completely short circuited the moment her lips met his, soft and insistent, the scent of jasmine overpowering his senses. Her breasts pressed against him, her free hand moving up his chest, brushing shoulder before tangling in his hair. His heart beat in his throat, his head spinning as she somehow got even closer.

A soft sound escaped his mouth, something between a sigh and gasp, and Sade jumped away. Bringing a hand up to cover her mouth, she stared at him in shock, eyes wide and horror crossing her face as her brain caught up with what happened.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I-” Sade groaned, mortified if the flush against her skin was any indication. “I didn’t think. Vexx-”

With a step forward, Vexx crowded her against the wall of the greenhouse, caging her with an arm on either side. He hovered closely, lips just out of reach, breath brushing against her cheek. She stared at him, doe eyed and terrified, and he felt a thrill run down his spine.

There was nothing he found sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted and took it.

With his voice nothing more than a growl, his mouth found her ear hiding beneath curls. “Are you mine, Princess?”

She shivered, fingers curling into his jacket, inhaling sharply at the question. A heartbeat passed in silence, nothing but their stunted breaths filling it. Vexx shifted to meet her gaze, fear curling in his chest again as she stared at him, shock only one of the emotions that passed over her eyes.

“Vexx?”

His name was soft as if she could barely find her voice to speak it.

The fabric of his guard jacket was clutched tightly in her hands, her body heat warming him more than the greenhouse’s humidity. Sweat dripped down his neck and past the collar of his jacket. He ignored it in favor of pushing her curls from her face, praying silently that she’d kiss him again.

“Yes, Princess?”

She watched as her hands trailed down his chest, slowly fingering the gold buttons, before tracing tantalizing lines down across his ribs. A chill went down his spine. Sade paused before she moved too far low and Vexx bit back a groan.

When she glanced up again, he nearly unraveled at how her pupils had left nothing but rings of her honeyed eyes. A color that was slowly becoming his favorite.

Her full lips hovered near his jaw, soft puffs of her breath hotter than the summer air. She wasn’t exceptionally tall, Sade barely reached his shoulder at full height, but she was tall enough to throw her arms around his neck. Her entire body brushed against him and his knees nearly buckled.

“If I’m not mistaken, Lieutenant, it seems you’re the one who is mine.” She whispered, lips sweeping across his chin. He froze, closing his eyes as her mouth disappeared, only to have the touch of her hands in his hair.

Then it ended, Sade pulling away, the softness of her body gone. Vexx shivered in the heat, opening his eyes enough to see the shit-eating grin on her face. Oh it was going to be like that.

A chuckle left his mouth, realizing when he’d been played. He’d give her the win for today. But he wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot. If the princess thought she could outmaneuver him, unravel him so easily, she was mistaken. She moved past him, fingers lingering against his arm before she disappeared farther into the greenhouse.

Vexx pulled in a deep breath, finding it impossible to steady the erratic beat of his heart. Then he turned to follow wherever she led.

He’d be ready next time.

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starlight-torment · 7 months

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QSMP AU - Project A6-DOMINATION - Prologue

Katran’s P.O.V.

It started as a day like any other, he wakes up, eat breakfast, start on doing some experiments, his examiners asks about how he’s feeling, does some exercise, eat lunch, does some more experiments, goes back to his room, study a lot on the small shelf with books on his room, takes a bath, eat dinner and sleeps. Repeat.

It’s a mundane thing. He knows it. And he pretty much got used to this situation, although, deep down in his heart, he doesn’t agree with it, but doesn’t show it in his face. He doesn’t let his emotions be known, that’s what they want, after all.

Although… there’s a part of his day that makes him feel at little bit better. When he gets out of his room, sometimes he sees a wavy blonde haired guy with cyan tips with light green eyes, beige skin, wolf tail and ears and a curly black haired guy with black eyes, beige skin and clipped black wings interacting each other. He doesn’t understand a single thing they say, but he likes to just watch them, their joy and happiness being freely shown to one another, a thing he hasn’t been able to show.

He likes to observe especially the blonde guy, his smile and laugh captivated him the first time he saw it, wanting to know why he laughed and how he can do it. But the more times he observed him, the more he felt something for the blonde, something he can’t explain what it is.

Whatever. He shouldn’t be thinking these things now, otherwise, THEY might discover it and reprimand him. He looked to the roof, already in bed, preparing to sleep.

Sometimes, he has strange dreams he can’t explain what they are or where they come from. Sometimes he dreams of playing with a girl, she looked to be older than him, and at the end of the dream, he could only see everything burning, like a movie roll being burned.

His eyes are getting heavy, and the last thing he hears before falling asleep is the sound of something really heavy falling and people screaming.

Kauan’s P.O.V.

It was another amazing day for him, he got up, ate breakfast, made some experiments, answered questions of the staff, went to the library of the facility, ate lunch, made some more experiments, painted a picture, talked with staff, ate dinner, went back to his room, took a bath and is now laying on bed.

The staff taking care of him is amazing, they are so kind to him and are always happy to see him, and he’s the same to them… although he doesn’t like the evil man who comes once in a while to check on him. He’s the only one who treats him badly for being too emotional and not wanting to do test he judges being too dangerous. He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong, every other staff treats him like a friend, at least a friend he sees in the books he reads in library.

One person he considers being a friend is Zach. He learned his name, although with a bit of difficulty, their languages being similar but also different. Zach is a man with black hair, black eyes and clipped black wings, he asked Zach one time why his wings are clipped, but the black haired man said he didn’t know why. He finds it odd, after all, aren’t birds supposed to fly? He would find it enchanting to see a bird, there isn’t any pets on the facility, except if you count the guard dog.

Kauan always likes to read the library books, but he does it hidden, he doesn’t think that the staff knows he’s reading the books from the library, but if they know, he thinks they ignore it. It’s not that it’s anything inapropriate for him, but he thinks they wouldn’t approve having thoughts like these, after all, they strive for conformation, and he thinks they wouldn’t approve if Kauan’s ideas were against their ideals.

Reading these books is one of the favorite parts of his day. He reads about fairytales, horror books, mythology stories, sci-fi, everything you can think of! Even didatic books! But his favorites are romance and slice-of-life books. He likes to imagine how life would be outside of the facility he’s in, and how nice would be to have someone else at his side.

...There was one day he was talking to Zach and he noticed someone walking by past him, he saw a man with red eyes and yellow pupils, straight white hair like the snow in the graphic novel books, black triangle-shaped animal ears that are on each side of his head instead of being above his head, pale skin and black marks that covers his skin from one eye to another and a small black mark on his nose, besides the two white and black tails behind him.

When he first saw him, his heart fluttered for a second, and he kept staring where the white haired man went. He was almost pretty sure he was looking at him too. Zach made fun of him because he was blushing and he had to hold so much back to not punch him. Since that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about that man and how he would like to see him again and perhaps talk a bit with him. He didn’t even know there were other people in the facility besides him, Zach and the staff.

The day he met Zach was a bit strange. He never told the people taking care of him about that, because it was implied he couldn’t talk to anyone else besides them and the staff working there.

He was going to his usual place on the library and he bumped into Zach who was speeding through the corridor. Turns out he was late for his experiments, and if he didn’t hurry up, they would punish him. He didn’t even know they punish you if you get late to the experiments. And since he was already late for it, Zach said it didn’t matter anymore and spent some time with Kauan until he went to eat lunch. Since that they, they met at the library after they did their experiments and talked for a few minutes before they went their separate ways.

Kauan is grateful for Zach. Really. He thinks he would’ve gone insane if he didn’t have an actual friend like him, even though he’s a little bit chaotic for a place like this. The staff are his friends too, but Zach is a person who he can share his secrets without having the fear of being reprimanded by the staff or getting hurt by the evil man.

He’s reading a book about nature, and his eyes are getting heavy while he’s reading it. The last thing he hears before sleeping with the book laying on his chest is something really heavy falling and screams.

Zach’s P.O.V.

His day already started going wrong. He woke up late, didn’t ate enough food on breakfast, his examiners only scolded him during his experiments, someone stole his lunch, his afternoon experiments were shit – everything in his body was hurting, the craft room was closed, dinner tasted horrible, his shower was too hot when he went back to his room and couldn’t fix it and his bed broke. Just perfect, although the staff said they were going to replace his bed the next morning.

Although one thing made his day not be so horrible, and it’s his meeting with Kauan, the blonde wavy haired guy with cyan tips, green eyes and wolf ears and tail. Kauan has his right eye blinded, but that doesn’t stop him from being the most agile person he has ever seen and a man with good eye for details in his paintings too.

Kauan is a person so easy to tease. One time he caught Kauan blushing at a guy with white hair, black triangle-shaped animal ears on the side of his head, red eyes with yellow pupils, two tails and marks on his face passing by and he teased him about that so much that the blonde looked like he wanted to punch him so much but couldn’t in fear of being reprimanded by staff.

His fascination with the blonde never stops, and he appreciates that. It makes his life more tolerable with how the staff treats him. Kauan’s imagination about what’s like on the world outside of the facility never ceases to amaze him, although he half understand the things he say, and leaves him thinking about that too sometimes.

He started questioning things they have been as soon as he met Kauan. He never knew there was someone else like him on the facility as well. And there were other things he was questioning too, like why can’t they leave; if he met Kauan here, there are others like them too; why they are doing experiments to them; and most importantly: why his wings are clipped.

He never thought about that before Kauan asked that. It’s just that, once you begin living with it, you don’t question it and get used to it before someone pointing out what’s wrong about the situation.

After that, he began dreaming he was a kid, with his wing not clipped, and he was flying through the bright blue sky and the clouds that Kauan tells in his stories on the books he reads. Although, he always lived at the facility, even when he was a kid, that’s why he doesn’t understand he’s dreaming that.

Anyways, tomorrow is another day without mistakes, and hopefully the evil guy won’t appear to punish him for his behavior of the past few days. He closes his eyes and the last thing he hears before falling asleep is of something really heavy falling, a faint roar in the distance and screams.

Zammy’s P.O.V.

His day started like most, he woke up, ate breakfast, did some experiments, went to the library to read sci-fi and other things, ate lunch, did more experiments, slept for the rest of the afternoon, ate dinner, went back to his room, took a bath and wrote some puns he thought about while reading the books on the library.

You could say it looked like a normal day, nothing wrong with that, but he knows whats going on. The staff thinks he doesn’t because he pretends to be dumb and not knowing anything, but he knows there are more people being tested at this facility and there’s someone keeping them there. Not letting them leave and see the outside world. Everyday he eavesdropped on the staff conversations and learned about some interesting stuff that could may or not help him escape from there.

There is this guy, WA02, the people with him called him that, he wears a blue helmet and a blue vest and he has really white skin, like paper, and paws, he writes all the reports the staff gives him. Sometimes they talk in a language he can’t understand, so some of the information he gets is pretty useless if he can’t undestand, but he tries his best to understand. Today they informed they would be doing more intense tests on a girl called Lua.

The name sounds familiar to him, it feels like he heard it in some unknown past. He thinks it would make sense he would have probably heard it before, after all, he’s been dreaming these past few months of a boy called Jason. The name sounded familiar to him too, but in a different way, like it was one of the most important things he couldn’t ever forget of.

He can only hope they don’t hurt too much this girl, because they have also done these intense tests on him too, and it hurt so much.

He looked at a mirror on the other side of his bed, he saw his messy slightly wavy dark cyan hair with orange tips and bear ears and his lazy orange eyes. He had eye bags under his eyes. Most days he stays up until late, but today it felt like he was supposed to sleep earlier than usual.

Welp, a bear like him needs his rest. He closed his eyes and the last thing he hears before falling asleep was something really heavy falling, a roar in the distance, people screaming and distant gunshot sounds.

Violety’s P.O.V.

It started like any other bullcrap day. She woke up, ate breakfast, did some experiments, gave feedback to her examiners, went to the music room, ate lunch, did some more experiments, trained a sport with the staff’s permission, went back to her room, took a bath and started humming a song to sleep.

It was so frustrating, her best-friend Lua told her they were going to do some intense experimentations on her during the night and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening. Violety had one of these tests before and she couldn’t move properly the day after because of the tests. And it was because she broke one of the rules that bear told her.

Lua wasn’t by all means a saint, but she didn’t deserve one of these tests either. Lua was a girl with curly purple hair, cat ears, black eyes, olive skin, a moon with stars mark on her cheek, covered by a band-aid, and a demon tail. The girl revealed to her that she also has black wings, but doesn’t show them because it’s difficult to summon them.

Violety met her on her way to the music room. Initially, Lua was a shy girl, and she was hidden inside the music room because she didn’t wanted the staff to find her. She told Violety that she was their favorite do to experiments on, and that she was tired of having to do them every single day. Violety stayed with her as long as she needed before going to get lunch.

That day was when they were about 7 years old. Now they are both 17, Lua having her birthday earlier than her, and to this day they have meetings on the music room. Violety even taught Lua how to play guitar, and she met Lua’s true self; a mischievous little half demon half cat who has quite some choice words and is someone really understanding, calm and quite the magic dreamer. She can’t understand Lua in the language she talks, but they created their own language to try to understand what the other is saying.

Violety can only hope she will see her friend well on the next day. As she falls asleep, while her humming is slowly stopping, the last thing she hears before falling asleep was of something breaking in the distance, something really heavy falling, a roar, people screaming, gunshot sounds and fast footsteps on the distance.

Clara Victory's P.O.V.

Her day was perfect. She woke up, ate breakfast, did some experiments, gave detailed answers about how she’s feeling to the staff, went to the sewing room and made some scarfs to give to staff as a gift, ate lunch, did some more experiments, went back to her room, studied the rules that were given to her, ate dinner, took a bath and is tucked comfortably in bed.

It was a perfect day like any else. No need to complain about anything, there was no reason for her wanting to leave this facility, her life was perfect, after all.

Although… if she wanted to complain about something, it would be about her white clipped wings. She would like if they stopped plucking her feathers from her wing, it hurts so much and she can’t cry or complain about it, about the blood that drips from the place the feathers were plucked, the agonizing pain it came with it and the shame that came with it that she couldn’t get away from it or stop it from happening. Otherwise, they would punish her hard, and then she wouldn’t be following the rules that were given to her. After all, she needs to be conformed with it.

She pushed away these thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking about things like that, after all, everything in there was perfect, you just need to put a smile on your face and do everything they want that your day will be perfect.

She looked at the mirror besides her bed. Her straight blonde hair with white tips was falling down behind her, her light blue eyes stared back at her, she saw her cat ears on her head, her clipped wings tucked gently behind her and subtly her tail hidden on her side. Her skin was a bit more paler than usual, perhaps because of the blood loss, but that was necessary to have a perfect life.

She closed her eyes and started falling asleep pretty quickly. The last thing she hears before falling asleep was something loudly breaking, something really heavy falling, a loud roar, people screaming, gunshot sounds, and people running past her door.

Lua's P.O.V.

Her day started like usual. She woke up, ate breakfast, did some experiments, went to the music room, ate lunch, had the afternoon to do what she wanted, so she went to the library and studied about mythology, magic and rituals, went back to her room, did some light exercises, ate dinner and was called to do some unique night experiments, something she never did before.

She had a bad feeling from it since the start. When she told Violety, her best-friend, that they were planning to do some intense experimentations on her that night, she could see her friend’s beige skin lose its color.

Violety is a pretty girl, she has straight cyan hair with brown tips, has blue eyes and a wolf tail and wolf ears. She met Violety while hiding on the music room from the staff. She was the first nice person she met on life, and it meant so much for her.

Lua never went a day without bandages on her arms or legs, not even in her oldest memories from when she was 6 years old. She wasn’t dumb as the staff told her she was or naive, although she used to be when she was younger.

She knows something is going on behind the scenes, but doesn’t know what, and she can’t even eavesdrop on their conversations because they feel she’s there. It’s unfair, really. Perhaps it’s because of her partially demon self? She doesn’t know.

She was guided to her experiment room and began to do her tests.

It. Hurt. Like. Hell.

Now she understood why Violety looked so pale and shocked when she told her that. It was way more painful than the usual tests they do to her, it feels like they are trying to extract her soul from her body, to make her wish she wasn’t even thought to exist by someone.

All she could do was to scream, cry, and persevere through this situation.

She was beginning to hallucinate through her pain. She was seeing a boy younger than her standing in front of her, reaching out to her in tears, while he couldn’t do nothing to help her. She feels like she knows this kid from some place, but she can’t remember where.

Then, the boy disappears and a voice begins to roam her mind. It wasn’t her voice, or from anyone else in the room. It was a voice from a man she feels like she heard it before. It told her to get revenge for what they were doing to her, to get her freedom, to make them pay, to kill them.

Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them.

The last thing she remembers before losing consciousness was she broke the chains keeping her from leaving, knocked down a big machine besides her and felt herself changing, physically and in personality, and a big roar that she made.

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bloodblanks · 26 days

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the cadence within [il dottore x reader] — prologue.

The quickest way to a man’s heart is through their fourth and fifth ribs. But few men would allow you to just skewer them like that, and Dottore was no exception. So you took the classic route. No, it wasn’t through his stomach; it was through sheer force of charisma alone. However, charisma is shaped like a double edged blade. Pantalone sent you to Dottore’s lab like a flying dagger, and not until it was too late did either of you realize you’d been lodged in his chest.

co-written with noodsies, however, they’re shy and wish to stay anonymous! ♡

author's note: this fanfiction will contain mature content, including explicit sexual acts, violence, dottore himself, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

“Check,” you whispered.

Queen to C6 check, in response to white’s bishop checking on F3. Your D7 pawn guarded your queen, but your bishop was stuck in B8 while his king was vulnerable on A6. His only other piece was a knight on A4.

Did he blunder?

After placing down the chess piece, you glanced back towards him, your eyes searching his face for any readable signs or expressions. There were none, save for the hint of amusement that remained eternally etched into both his features and demeanour.

You mentally sighed. Dottore was as indecipherable as ever, leaving you confused about what to do with the nagging itch that tugged at your heart. You tried to push it aside, to dig a hole and bury the feeling six feet underground where it was never to resurface again, but you found yourself unable to. Instead, you found yourself caving into that emotion, the tension thickening the very air that now felt suffocating to breathe in, each of Dottore’s answers only leaving you with more questions to ask—none of which you should’ve paid any mind to, yet you still couldn't resist, barely holding yourself back from asking the one thing you really wanted to know.

You coughed softly, clearing your throat before speaking again.

“My turn,” you tried to steady your voice and sound as confident as possible, pushing past the dryness in your mouth. “Question nineteen, are you going to continue with your plan?”

It shouldn’t even matter. If you were being rational, you wouldn’t have bothered to ask that; whether or not he planned to continue should not affect your judgement in any way. He had done enough wrong as it is, committed far more crimes than could be excused or remotely justified.

Still, you couldn’t help but succumb to your own weakness, the question leaving your lips alongside a silent prayer that you hadn’t exposed your intentions—be it the one to put an end to him, or the far worse one, the one to give up on your original task. The task you should adhere to, despite your traitorous feelings wanting to get in the way. But you were not strong enough.

Dottore’s silence permitted you to keep ruminating over the same thoughts that had ceaselessly plagued you each time you faced him, the same thoughts that had insidiously grown in intensity throughout your interactions, leaving you to realize far too late that at some point, your actions towards him became genuine.

“Perhaps,” Dottore responded at last. You fought to keep your face neutral, trying your best to mask your disappointment at his answer. As much as you had wanted to, you were unable to deny that you had indeed wanted him to say ‘no.’

As shameful as it was, you pushed for a different answer.

“You’re supposed to answer yes or no,” you stated, keeping your tone light and indifferent.

How ludicrous, you thought. Your job was to pretend to be interested in him, yet here you were, desperately trying to act like you weren’t.

“Unfortunately, Y/N, I can’t do that,” Dottore replied. “The answer is dependent on certain variables.”

“Like what?”

“That’s not a yes or no question.” His face did not betray anything, yet you could hear the smirk in his voice, evident in the satisfaction he spoke with.

“But—”

“—My turn,” Dottore interrupted, and though you wanted to protest, you had to maintain an air of calmness, leaning back in your seat as you waited for him to speak.

“Question nineteen,” Dottore drew out each syllable with emphasis, “you are planning to kill me, aren’t you?”

His sentence caused you to freeze, a chill running down each ridge of your spine as you shivered, goosebumps breaking out over the surface of your skin, your hair standing on end as you stared at him, motionless, eyes wide.

That wasn’t a yes or no question. He knew. Dottore knew.

You didn’t need to see yourself to know that blood had drained from your face. There was no need for you to say anything; even if he hadn’t already known, your expression alone would be enough to confirm that everything he just said was true.

“Go on. Why don’t you answer me?” His voice was sharp enough to cut through the pounding of your heart, the pulsating of the organ reverberating in your eardrums being the only sound to muffle the deafening silence of the room.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Dottore continued. Though the syllables reached you, your mind struggled to process the meaning behind them. “Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

Dottore scoffed, indignant.

“I find it rather insulting that you think so lowly of me.”

“N-no,” you scrambled to find the right words. “I don’t—”

“—Is that so?” he said, cutting you off while clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Do you have a more plausible explanation for that gun strapped to your thigh, then?”

Your heart sank, his words the anchor that plunged it into the bottomless pit in your stomach. It felt like the life was drained from your body, rendering it an immobile marionette whose strings dangled from the tips of Dottore’s slender fingers. As if his words were coated in a paralyzing agent, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak further or move an inch. The only reminder that you were still alive was the harrowing thump of your pulse, each beat accelerating faster than the last.

How did he know?

For a split second you wondered if you’d been betrayed, but that was impossible. You had premeditated the perfect plan, meticulously memorized every step, and followed through with flawless execution.

With clandestine sleight, you acquired the perfect trump card—a gun loaded with bullets meant to destroy both visions and delusions. It was exactly what you needed to put an end to him, to put an end to this madness and absurdity. You’d be done with this once and for all. You’d have your old life back; exactly as it was before.

So how?

And what was more pressing than how, was the question of just what Dottore was planning to do with this knowledge. The urgency that question posed was unmatched by anything else, the answer pertaining to whether you would live or die.

You couldn’t help but wince, unable to conceal your expressions any longer. Dottore had seen through it all, seen through all your plans. You were dead, and you could only hope that your death would not be as unpleasant as some of the others by his hand. You knew what he was capable of, and you knew he was capable of far worse.

“I didn’t think so.” Dottore’s words were firm. Unwavering. And in those very seconds you were forced to accept the reality that you were going to die. This was the end.

“Go ahead,” Dottore said, slowly holding out his hands with both palms facing you. “Shoot me.”

What?

“I won’t stop you,” he finished his sentence. You were still gaping at him, but he was gazing back straight into your eyes, unflinching.

“Is this a joke?” you breathed, unable to comprehend what was just said to you.

“Is that your final question?” Dottore returned, his words somehow snapping you out of your daze and paralysis for a split second. You instinctively reacted by reaching to your thigh, pulling out the gun that you had prepared for this very moment and aiming it directly at him.

You tried to still the tremble of your hands as your index finger hooked onto the trigger, tensing it frozen so it wouldn’t pull.

A moment went by.

“Is that all?” Maybe you were imagining things. You had to be, but you couldn’t help but feel his eyes scan your face, searching for something.

Just what was he looking for? Could it be the same thing you sought?

“Allow me my final question, then.”

You couldn’t help but anticipate, that minuscule flame of hope, that lingering spark that refused to be snuffed out, flaring back to life.

“Sure.” Your voice was low, but you knew that he had heard you, nonetheless.

“Question...” Each second felt like it had been split up into millions, leaving you to experience time a microsecond at once. You were breathing heavily, your blood pulsating in your ears and adrenaline rushing through your veins. “...Twenty.”

“There is something stopping you, isn’t there?”

next chapter -> any interactions are appreciated (´･ω･`) thank you very much for supporting my work! ♡

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celerydays · 9 months

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could you walk us through what notebooks & journals & pens /etc you use - they look so good!

I would be SO happy to, you have no idea!!

Alright, let's fucking GOOOO~

Starting off with my current "workhorse" pens - I have like *checks notes* 36 fountain pens and a bit too many inked up atm, but these are just the ones I'm currently reaching for or have inked up more often than not:

TWSBI Go (F): Kinda ugly! But also kinda cute! It's cheap and works great (I friggin love TWSBI pens tbh) and it has a little hole on the cap where you can attach a lanyard or charms, like I did! Makes it cuter imo and it's kind of my emotional support pen these days.

Opus88 Pocket (EF): This 2022 edition has a little Moon tarot design on the cap so it's pretty much the pen I use exclusively for my witchy/tarot practice journals! A lil bummed the cap doesn't post, especially since its a shorter pocket-sized pen, but not a deal breaker and I still love it.

Pilot Custom 823 (F): My grail pen that I've literally coveted for years and just recently acquired at the DC Pen Show this weekend! It's only been a day but I think it could potentially become my favorite pen. Ever.

Pilot Prera (CM): This is my third Prera lol. I just think they're great and really underrated pens! Also a recent acquisition from the DC Pen Show and this cursive M nib is suuuuper fun to write with.

Pilot Vanishing Point (EF): My favorite pen for planning! Super fine-tipped for writing task lists and schedules and love that it's so convenient/quick-draw with the click mechanism.

(I'm totally a Pilot pen ho, can you tell? asdjflaglsg)

Journals/Planners/Notebooks under cut–

Sterling Ink B6 Common Planner: For a good chunk of this year, I was in this planner because I honestly love the size and all the layouts. Super practical and flexible as a system. 10/10 would go back. I've used it to plan, as a reading journal, as a tarot log...

But I get the itch to move around so it's been sitting a little unused since like June, oop.

Leuchtturm A6: I started craving something tiny and minimal so I've been bullet journaling in this pocket notebook for the last month or two and I'm really enjoying it!

Standard-sized Tomoe River Paper notebook: This is pretty consistent in that I don't change up the system itself, but I'm in and out of it for memory keeping/scrapbook journaling! It's almost always a Tomoe River paper notebook of SOME kind that I usually buy in A5 size to go to FedEx and get it cut down to standard. Though I'm thinking of getting a blank Midori MD A5 to have cut down next time - I've been liking the freedom of blank pages for journaling instead of anything lined or gridded.

I really need to catch up with it tbh, but I love sitting in an explosion of printed photos, stickers, and washi and going ham with the pages.

(I do have a flip through of my January-March 2022 pages on YouTube)

Midori MD Cotton B6 Slim: I also have this sketchbook that sorta turned into a visual sketch diary of sorts. I fell off a while ago but want to get back into it because it's super fun to work in and to look back on!

Wide-sized Cosmo Air Light notebook & A5 Filofax Malden: These are my tarot/witchy journals. Grimoires I guess? One is for journaling and all my messier notes while the other is more for reference and ease of organization.

A5 Leuchtturm: I didn't know if I should include this guy, but I've been writing it in a lot recently so I guess I will lol. This is like truuuly a miscellaneous™ notebook.

I got this A5 notebook back in 2017 to use as my very first bullet journal, then found out that this size is personally waaaay too big for me to use as a bullet journal so I hopped off of it pretty quick. It now sits on my desk because since it's mostly blank I'll just pick it up to use it to write literally A N Y T H I N G.

Most recently, I wrote like 5 pages in one night on notes for a fanfiction piece I was working on (I'm not a writer, this fic is never gonna see the light of day by anyone but me lololol. Hyperfixation is so wild; I've put 80k+ words within just 10 days into it so far and it's been hella therapeutic.)

That's all, I think!?

It's funny because I actually have a NEW notebook arriving tomorrow that I'm going to try out as a bujo/commonplace/omni journal of sorts?? I might write an update post after I've set that up and see how I like it <3

#journal #journaling #bullet journal #memory keeping #notebooks #fountain pen #grimoire #sketchbook #commonplace book #tarot journal #cel journals #anon #ask #celerydays

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mythrilthread · 8 months

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August 21 is Fanfiction Writers’ Appreciation Day! Of course I couldn’t miss the day, and the way Renegade Bindery members celebrate is by gifting authors copies of their work.

This one is a real trip down the memory lane. My dear friend Goblin wrote for the Fandom Combat 2013 as part of the Big Bang Challenge, and I drew the cover art.

The story is set in the fictional approximation of the 1920s, so I leaned on art deco aesthetics.

This is a 3-piece Bradel binding in A6 format, with double core endbands. Double sided scrapbooking paper is fiddly, but this particular one was a perfect fit for the project.

Very happy with how this turned out.

#mythril thread books #bookbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #steam powered giraffe #becile bots #ffwad #fanfiction writers’ appreciation day #renegade loves fic(writers)#renegadelovesfic

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roseserpentpress · 2 months

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🌹Rose Serpent Press Yearly Overview 2023 🌹

Better late then never am I right? Stats below the read more!

🐍Total:

6 books bound, all unique, and single fic books rather then duplicates or anthologies. Of these, 4 were fanfiction.

Of these, 4 were A6 and 2 were A5.

A total of 213599 words uniquely typeset.

The word count this year was a little less then the year before, and about half of the number of books bounds then last year. This result is likely as this year many of my typesets focused on single-fic books rather than anthologies, series of anthologies, ot duplicates which composed of a good number of the ones I had bound last year. I had also been quite busy this year unfortunately, and didn't have as much time as I wanted to put work into bookbinding. I had also gotten a lot more pickier for how I like to do my typesetting, and as a result it took me much longer to do a typeset then previously. Which reminds me I have some nearly finished typesets I just need to touch one or two things up on... ooops. This also seems to be a A6 enthusiast year as I seem to have focused mainly on those, rather then the previous A5 books.

Total of books bound over the two years now: 19 books, 2 published literature, 1 journal, and 16 fanfiction. For fanfiction, 50 unique fics have been printed, spanning across 6 fandoms. Four new fanfics were added this year to the list, and three new fandoms; Hannibal, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Trigun.

🐍Fandoms and Ships:

Trigun: Vash the Stampede x Nicholas - 1 book, 1 fic

Jujutsu Kaiden: Gojo Satoru x Getou Suguru - 1 book, 1 fic

Gintama: Sakata Ginroki x Toushirou Hijikata - 1 book, 1 fic

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham - 1 book, 1 fic

Published literature/other: 1 book, and 1 journal

🐍Breakdown by title:

Nachfolge (A5) - 82150 words

Lilac (A6) - 16820 words

Journal (A5) - no words, 60 sheets

Wolf and I (A6) - 46115 words

White pony (A6) - 10049 words

Carry Me Home (A5) - 58465 words

#rose serpent press #rose serpent press yearly overview #rose serpent press yearly overview 2023 #renegadepublishing #renegade bindery #renegade collective

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thebearchives · 2 years

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ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ's "kisses for 500" celebration!

hi guys!! thank you all so much for 500 followers!! to celebrate, i wanted to write some drabbles that you guys request, focusing on drivers and types of kisses :))

i've listed some prompts, as well as drivers that i will be writing for during this time below for you guys to mix and match. send me as many or as little as you want!

i'll be keeping requests open until october 20th, and will try to get them all out to you as soon as possible, so request while you can :)

requests are now CLOSED.

from @mirclealignr's prompt list:

cheek kisses

neck kisses

forehead kisses

nose kisses

jawline kisses

eyelid kisses

accidental kiss

kissing to shut them up

[removed due to duplicity]

surprised with a kiss

kissing to get their attention

GROUP B:

from @eudemon-ia's prompt list:

smiling into the kiss

kissing their palm

shoulder kisses

temple kisses

lips barely touching

kisses in the corner of their mouth

giggly kisses

kissing each finger

GROUP C:

from @kashimalin-fanfiction's prompt list:

an accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

one person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

a kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

GROUP D:

from @urfriendlywriter's prompt list:

"i like the taste of your lips on mine"

neck grabbing during kisses

intimate back hugs where they slowly trail kisses from your collarbone to your jaw, making you shiver

GROUP E:

from @delilahfairchild's prompt list:

kissing your lover's knuckle before a dance

place a kiss on your lover's nape after taking off their necklace

your lover leans in for a kiss, but they just kiss you tenderly and pull back to see your reaction, only then to crash their lips against yours passionately

kissing in the rain, where your hair is an entangled mess, but you both don't care. you have each other and that's enough (bonus point if it was during a thunderstorm and you cup your lover's face to make them look at you) specify if you want the bonus point or not

DRIVERS:

charles leclerc

pierre gasly

arthur leclerc

carlos sainz

daniel ricciardo

max verstappen

HOW TO REQUEST:

find a prompt you like! [remember its group letter and number or the prompt itself!]

pick a driver!

send an ask!

example: A6 w/ [driver name]

happy requesting! thank you for 500 followers, and sorry this celebration post came so late :') <333

#— kisses for 500 #kiss prompts #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #arthur leclerc #carlos sainz #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #f1 driver x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 drabble

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elesdecroisa · 4 months

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So I went back on this Slay the Spire fanfiction that I wrote after I had spent like, 3 months-ish into the game (and it's a really bad one, trust me). And there's this something that is a bit... weird.

Even until now I rarely even play on ascension and I mostly play on A1, and the highest I have even gone to is A6 (because I just don't want to play on ascensions). But there is this detail:

"The beginning of the fight was tough. Being a slug, Time Eater could spit slime at the team."

That's an A19 moveset!!! How did that appear in my fanfic when I was just playing at A0??

At that point I had never watched a single run of the game played by other players. But for some reason I have memories of that Time Bit-, ahem, I mean Time Eater, shuffling Slimed cards into my deck.

It gets weirder after I looked back into my memory. The Heart hit me for 15 hits with its multi-attack move in my memory, but in A0 and A1 it only hit for 12 hits.

This is so weird.

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consolecadet · 1 year

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10 First Lines Game

Tagged by @specialagentartemis (thanks for thinking of me!)

“Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️”

At Artemis' suggestion, I'm playing fast and loose with the rules and including original fiction too. I feel like I don't talk about my writing in much detail and many of these projects are not online, so I've included some context!

When Gareth Last gets to the top of the stairs to his office on Germantown Ave, someone is already standing there, waiting. “Latent Defects”, last worked on today. Latent Defects is a bi 1980s detective novel I started during NaNoWriMo 2018 and have been working on since. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I’m getting close to a version I'd be comfortable asking for feedback on! HMU if we're mutuals and you want to read a 350-page manuscript soon (realistically a few months from now).

Kim closes his Mnemotechnique A6 and aligns his pen beside it on the desk. “Boot Black”, last worked on today. I started writing this fic about an undernegotiated BDSM scene between Kim Kitsuragi and Harry du Bois in February because of an intoxicated tag I left on this poor, unsuspecting artist’s drawing of Kim Kitsuragi. It's nearly finished.

He shows him the picture. “Rabbit Vector.” “This is Not a Virtual Simulation”, last worked on March 2023. This year I started outlining a new version of a very old cyberpunk heist novel project. I'm still in the R&D phase, but I did write a first line (or two).

PROBLEM: Lieutenant Kitsuragi seems repressed. “Thought Acquired: Manic Pixie Dream Detective”, finished February 2023. I wrote this Kim/Harry short in the style of Disco Elysium’s Thought Cabinet. An amusing exercise.

It doesn’t feel right to be back at the new school in Trenton so soon, after spending last night watching the shamash until it went out with his siblings. “That’s How Accidents Happen”, finished October 2022. A Latent Defects short about the love interest Luke Whittaker’s adolescent crush on his high school shop teacher.

The first 30% of Hermann’s flare came from his and Newton’s ill-advised drift with the Kaiju fetus. “It’s the Weather, You Imbecile”, finished September 2022. After joining AO3 and revising my old fics to upload them there, the spirit of 2013 possessed me to write this Pacific Rim porn.

At Goodwill in boy mode, I watch for other shoppers in the mirror above the racks. “#191970 Midnight Blue” for The HTML Colors Zine, finished April 2022. I had a blast writing ten 50-word stories inspired by HTML colors for this zine I found out about on Twitter. Artemis also has some work in here!

A man tried to sell me a daydream today. Adaptive Daydreaming”, last worked on December 2021. One of a few ideas I have in a universe loosely inspired by William Gibson’s “simstim” technology (my version is a device called the SenShare). This one is also inspired by bullshit-artist corporate coaches.

He’s glad he’s sitting on the exam table, because the patterned cotton johnny is too small. “The Transformation”, last worked on January 2021. This was going to be a short story about a doctor dismissing a fat character’s strange symptoms, which turn out to be the lead-up of the character turning into a terrible (yet awesome) monster.

Connor remembers enough to know it wasn’t her fault. “Neural Feedback Loop”, finished/last worked on September 2020. Another SenShare device story. In this one, a cyclist disabled by a car accident takes revenge by using the SenShare to force the pain of her injuries onto the driver.

What have we learned today?

Unlike Artemis, I rarely if ever start a story with a line of dialogue

Despite my best efforts, ~70% of my recent work features a man as the main character

Most of the fanfiction I write is porn, while most of the original fiction I write is not

I tend to start with a zoomed-out generalization, a habit I do not love about myself

Please consider yourself tagged if you want an excuse to share, but I'll also tag @cryptiq @sealcontent @absolutely-basted @animeisgod @tadpoleconspiracy @definitionsfading @saxifraga-x-urbium with the general directive of "I'd love to hear about any category of writing you're working on, but no pressure".

#I gotta be honest I still find writing dialogue the hardest!#boring text posts #writing #novel #de tag #navs #senshare #pacific rim #my writing

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its-tea-time-darling · 10 months

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hii :) i have "ask a reader" questions for you: A1, A6 and B6?

helloo:)

A1 When did you start reading fanfiction?

ca. 13 i think

A6 What is the first fic you bookmarked?

ahahahha i went to check and promptly privated the bookmark xDDDDD

first bookmark i care to share is:

very cute fic!

B6 What is your favourite story trope? Why?

my oh my. on a general note i'd say enemies to lovers, on a - ever so slightly - more specific note i'd say strangers to friends to lovers to strangers to friends to enemies to lovers :PPPP iykyk

thanks for sending these lucy <3 care to answer the same ones? or wait i'll send them to you!

send me more from here

#ask game #lucy #ask a reader

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kitsunekisara · 2 years

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Oh my stars, this took longer than expected... But my brain screamed at me ‘Need Colors! Now!!!’ when the lines were cleaned up, so here it is :D

I really don’t know where to start or what to cram into this post, but let me tell you it’s all the result of consuming so much fanfiction and fanart that my brain was like *makes grabby hands* Mine now! *cackles in gremlin*

Maybe i will compile some of my favourites in a future post to share :?c

But without further ado... the picture above is a little glimpse into one fanfiction i want to write fueled by the need to cram my interests and flaws into an OC in combination with needing more soft Moon content.

Flower MC (that’s how i dubbed the little OC/self-insert/reader because i always forget her actual name and it’s easier to remember) is a botanist that has an uncanny ability to attract ‘Karens’ wherever she goes, which indirectly lands her a job at the Mega Pizzaplex. There she is met with the challenge of befriending the local animatronics, enriching the Pizzaplex with more greenery and avoiding (and gloriously failing) further ‘Karen’ run-ins.

Currently i’ve roughly outlined the first 6 chapters of the story. I plan to write them out sometime after i copied and sorted my newest story notes from my notebook to my google doc. No estimate here though as this is my first fanfiction and idon’t know how slow/fast i’m able to write... (or how to fanfiction x’D)

But beforehand i want to share in the coming days three additional story concepts that’ve been bouncing around in my head. They’re not as fleshed out as the Flower AU, but i want to at least show what has me giddily fill up little A6 notebook after notebook inbeetween work.

So until then have a bee-autiful evening ;3c

(Song on loop: Wanted (String Mix) by OneRepublic )

#kit talks #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf mini music man #mini bee animatronic #flower mc #bee-autiful #new project (1 of 4)#placeholder: fnaf sb flower au #star crafts

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commander-krios · 8 months

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A Promise

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Calderon Lynch/Traveler Rating: Mature Summary: Daianira Peg'asi loves teasing Calderon. In fact, it might be her favorite thing to do. The playfulness in their banter, it was everything. But something was tugging at the back of her mind, something she couldn’t ignore anymore. Words: 2689 Additional Tags: Post-Orion, Flirting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Established Relationship

Read on AO3

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Her nose was stuck in a book when Calderon came to visit, his perfectly pressed jacket gone and a black shirt in its place. When Daianira glanced up, she could see the rings of his arm tattoo just peeking out from below the shirt sleeve and her mouth twitched with a grin.. It was always a relief to see him standing before her, strong and sure, and so fucking irritating.

Running her gaze over his body, Daianira waited for him to see her smirk. His only response was a raised eyebrow.

“You’re overdressed, Captain.”

“Very funny, smartass.” Sitting on the side of the bed, he tilted his head to read the cover of the book. “Is that one of Damon’s?”

“No.” She tried to shift the book out of his eyeline, but he snatched it out of her hands before she had time to register the movement.

He flipped the book around to read the name scribbled across the cover. Calderon met her gaze, unamused at the attempted lie. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t a good attempt to begin with. “When were you going to tell me you’ve changed your name? I have to say, it fits you perfectly.”

Tearing the book from his grip, she flopped against the pillows, ignoring the victorious smirk on his lips. “Hilarious. Remind me to have Damon drop in on you later.”

The threat was empty and Calderon knew it.

“Damon’s preoccupied with that stupid cat you helped him smuggle aboard.” He said with a chuckle, brushing a hand through his golden hair, settling against the pillows opposite her. “You only have yourself to blame.”

Daianira did the only thing she could in retaliation. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Cute, Daianira. Not at all childish.” Without a word, she threw a pillow at him that he easily dodged. “Seriously?”

“You’re interrupting me, Lynch. What do you want?” She met his eyes over the top of the book, her stomach nothing but butterflies and molten lava whenever he looked at her.

The intensity of Calderon’s gaze was usually too much to take on any normal day, but today, his eyes softened. “I wanted to spend time with you. It has come to my attention that I don’t do that enough.”

Daianira couldn’t stop the grin. “Ayame got on you to come here, didn’t she?”

Calderon glared at her, but his lack of a response was answer enough.

“I’ll have to thank her.” Putting the book aside, she stretched her arms overhead, not surprised to find Calderon glancing at the strip of skin that showed when her shirt came up. “My eyes are up here, Lynch.”

Instead of giving her the signature unamused expression he seemed to wear most days, Calderon smirked, putting his hands behind his head. His own shirt rode up, skin tantalizing against the black fabric.

Fuck.

Her own eyes darted to his midriff and she couldn’t help the blush that burned her cheeks. She loved teasing him, took pride in being able to push his buttons, but the man took pleasure in doing the same.

Daianira, however, didn’t concede victory easily.

Tapping her finger to her chin, she tucked her legs underneath her body, lounging on one of the pillows closer to Calderon. He raised an eyebrow at the movement, eyes intensely watching her. Her free hand trailed along the outside of his leg, her fingertips burning as she drew a pattern against his pants, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t even twitch.

“You should tell me about your Guard days.” She prompted, shifting her body so he had a perfect view down her shirt, her wavy rose hair brushing against her breasts. “You worked with my brother?”

Calderon cleared his throat, glancing away as his face darkened slightly, the pink only making him look adorable. For a man who was so focused, so in control of himself, it made Daianira wonder what would happen when he finally let go.

“Sorenn. Yes. He was a friend.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a hand, letting out a tight sigh. When he finally looked at her, he almost looked sad. “You remind me of him a lot, actually.”

That caught her attention more than a book ever could. Calderon had known Sorenn on Goldis. Daianira loved Sorenn best of all her brothers, but to know someone else who’d known him, someone outside of their family, it was a lifeline she couldn’t let go of. And the fact that it was Calderon of all people… somehow that made it more special.

“He was stubborn at times, but he had a good heart.” He looked uncomfortable at the turn in conversation. A flash of pain crossed his face that he couldn’t hide and she felt guilty at making him relive something they both wanted to forget. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to-”

Daianira reached forward to squeeze his leg, smiling at him, understanding how hard it was to think about someone you cared for, knowing they were no longer there. That all you were left with were memories of a happier time. “I shouldn’t have brought him up. I’m sorry.”

Calderon covered her hand with his own, comforting and soft despite his strength, her proud Captain. “I’m surprised I didn’t notice it before, when you first came aboard. You look so much like him, it’s eerie.” His hand came up to twirl a piece of her rose gold hair between his fingers. “Your hair color was similar, not exact, but enough to know that you’re related. And your eyes-” Cupping her face, he brushed a thumb against the spot below her eyelid. “You have the same eyes.”

A turquoise as clear as the seas of Kitalpha, or so her mother had once told her.

“But these-” He ran the tip of his finger down her nose, mapping the golden freckles there. The ones she got from practically living in the sunlight for years. “These are all you.”

Her heart felt like it wanted to escape her chest when he gripped her chin, running his thumb against her lower lip. Daianira loved when he let his walls down, when he let her see this softer and kinder side of him. It was like a gift, one she wouldn’t give away for anything.

“This scar… what happened?” Calderon brushed the spot above her lip where a tiny white scar broke her otherwise unbroken skin, nearly invisible unless she let someone close enough to see it.

His touch left her burning and she inhaled suddenly, missing his searing heat as soon as it was gone.. Everything about Calderon was always too much and yet she found she couldn’t get enough: the cold exterior he exuded while on duty, the fire that would rise when he had something to protect (even if she was over his self-sacrificing), the tenderness in his touch whenever he trailed his fingers down her arm.

The possessiveness in his kisses. The very thought made her shiver and she glanced away briefly, feeling her cheeks heat under his heavy stare.

“It was an accident.” She said, taking his hand in hers and pressing a kiss to his palm. “I told you I wanted to join the Guard. Sorenn… tried to train me. In secret.”

Calderon’s eyes widened slightly. Not much surprised him and she felt a thrill of victory that she could. “I’ll be honest, Daianira. Sorenn doesn’t… didn’t seem the type to break the rules.”

A laugh burst from her even as her heart clenched painfully at his use of the past tense. “He wasn’t. I lied to him.”

Calderon chuckled quietly, flipping his hand around to grip her by the wrist, pulling her closer. She collided with him, not surprised to find his body was hot everywhere. She rested her head against his shoulder, feeling solid muscle against her hand as she ran her fingers down his chest. Splaying her hand across his chest, where his heart should be. It beat steadily, strongly, and she was once again grateful of Zane’s timing on Orion.

“Why does that not surprise me?”

Daianira smiled at him, hearing what he wasn’t saying. “Are you implying that I’m always a liar, Captain?”

“No.” He said, a grin pulling the corner of his lips up. He was such a damned tease. “I only noticed you get into a lot of trouble. And drag unsuspecting victims into it.”

She huffed a laugh, not willing to give him the pleasure of an argument. Instead, she gripped the front of his dark shirt, pulling him closer, his body flush against hers, his breath fanning across her lips. “Are you volunteering to be my next victim?”

Calderon’s hands gripped her hips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, his touch scalding as they danced across her skin. “I think you severely overestimate your abilities, stowaway.”

“I told you not to call-”

He cut off her protests with his lips at her throat and she gasped, clutching at his shoulders while he moved tortuously over the sensitive skin of her neck, lingering briefly at her gill scars before continuing to her jaw, finally settling near her ear. His breath ghosted across her skin, hot and she felt a chill pass along her spine.

With a breathless laugh, he whispered, “Do you know what you do to me?”

“What-” His body was pressed tantalizingly against hers and she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She clung to him, refusing to let his heat go, to let him leave her wanting. “What were we doing?”

“Whatever you like.” He murmured, his hands sliding farther up her shirt, fingers pressing into the muscles of her back. “Or if you had something else in mind, I’m open to ideas. There was talk of… being overdressed.”

She lost the ability to respond when he dipped his head to her neck, his teeth grazing against her skin. “Fuck.”

Calderon laughed, the rumble in his chest nearly setting her alight, her nerves singing with every brush of his hands, every touch of his mouth. “What was that?”

Biting her lip, she attempted to make sense of her muddled thoughts. It was so hard to concentrate on anything with the man’s mouth on her, his chest pressed against her, his hands exploring and squeezing every part of her that he could touch.

With a happy sigh, she caught hold of something that she might be able to use. It might confuse him enough to let her gather her senses. It might even piss him off.

“Cal? I need to ask you something.”

When he pulled back to meet her gaze, she thought she’d be able to get a lungful of air, but the hunger in his sapphire eyes nearly undid her again. Her cheeks were already flushed, but she swore they must’ve darkened as he stared down into her soul.

When he spoke, she couldn’t help the thrill that went through her. “Anything you want.”

A breathless laugh left her. “You make that sound like a threat.”

“It’s a promise.”

One that she was willing to take up at another time, in another place, when they weren’t dealing with the aftermath of Orion and Vexx. She slipped her hands up his shirt, tracing the strong muscles of his chest, memorizing the way his jaw tensed, pupils blown wide.

It was on the tip of her tongue, a joke about Sorenn and him during their time in the Guard.

But… she couldn’t do it. Not because she didn’t love teasing him. There was nothing she loved more. The playfulness in their banter, it was everything. But something was tugging at the back of her mind, something she couldn’t ignore anymore.

He was here with her. And he shouldn’t be. She shouldn’t even be here. She belonged with Nerissa and Sorenn and Elettra and her mother. Fucking hell, even Arlo.

She should be dead.

Sensing her hesitation, possibly even reading something in her gaze, Calderon’s face fell slightly. “Hey, come here.”

Daianira settled against him, his arms coming around her protectively, his fingers brushing through her hair with a gentleness she wasn’t expecting. Each time he ran his hand over her locks, she felt content, his soothing touch easing her into relaxation. She hadn’t felt like this in so long. Not since before the coup. Not since Vexx.

This thing with Calderon was different. Better. Safer. And she wanted it so badly that it terrified her.

Silence fell, tension slipping away from her as he rested against the pillows and blankets, Daianira cuddled against his body, his warmth filling every dark part of her. She drank it in, his support and understanding more than she could’ve hoped for. But her heart was broken and she didn’t know if anything could fully mend it.

“Cal?”

“Hm?”

“Do you sometimes wish… that it was Nerissa who survived the coup? Or Sorenn?” She paused, tongue feeling thick and unwieldy, almost stopping her next words from following. “Instead of me?”

Calderon froze, his fingers stilling in her hair. “How could you ask that?”

“I’m not- smart enough for all of this. Nerissa was always better at being a princess. Being the heir. I have no idea what to do and-” Her words broke off on a sob and she closed her eyes, trying to fight the tears that wanted to spill down her cheeks.

He hooked a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face so that she didn’t have a choice but to meet his eyes. The haunting anger that burned there stole her ability to think. He was devastatingly handsome, this man who had thrown himself in front of the K’Merii, Wren, and one day most likely Zovack himself, to protect those he loved. And somehow, Daianira made the list even when she felt she’d done nothing to deserve it.

“Daianira.” He cupped her face, thumb running gentle circles against her cheek. “Daia. I might not be the best at handling things out of my control. And I’m sorry for what a dick I was when we first met. But- I won't ever say I regret that you’re the one who’s here. Because I don’t. I can’t. And what kind of man does that make me?”

Blinking away tears, the ache in her heart eased a little. “It makes you a good man. Despite what you’ve been through, you’re loyal and protective of your friends. It’s what I love about you.”

Calderon leaned closer, pressing his forehead against hers, gaze focused and shining with an affection she was still getting used to. It made the butterflies come back worse than before. “You’re not teasing me, are you?”

A breath of a laugh escaped her lips. “Not this time, Cal.”

His lips were soft against hers, a kiss much more chaste than the one they’d shared on Orion. Amidst death and destruction, adrenaline high after a life or death fight. But here, they were safe, they were together. And she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was in love with Calderon Lynch.

When he pulled away, a finger trailed over her lips. “Will you promise me something?”

“What is it?”

“If you feel scared or need someone to sort through all of this shit with, come to me. Day or night. For you, my door is always open.”

Something about his words pulled at her heart and she had to keep from throwing herself at him. He was so sincere and earnest. How could she not agree to anything he said?

A smirk curled her lips and she playfully nipped at his finger, enjoying how his sapphire gaze sparkled with laughter. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

Calderon raised an eyebrow, his hands trailing along her arms. “Even better.”

She wouldn’t take him up on that, not now at least, but knowing he was there if she needed him, it was enough. “Thank you, Calderon.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her nose, a smile in his eyes and on his face. “Anything for you, stowaway.”

For once, she let him have the win.

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