The prompt 'don't leave' for traveller x June! 💚💚
thank you for the request, alya! I hope this little microprompt does them justice (it gives me some ideas for a wip I have at least xD)
author’s note: thank you, @anotherbeingsworld! this is a little more than ten sentences, but whatever xD. this was a great chance to explore a little bit of their dynamic to inspire me to do work on my post-nightmare comfort wip featuring these two. it also took me forever to settle on a traveler name that would be shippable. hope you all enjoy!
copyright: all characters, except my oc traveler, are owned by wanderlust games @andromeda-six
series/pairing: andromeda six – juniper nyux x f!traveler (raynie peg’asi)
rating/warnings: k+; none
based on/prompt: microprompts // 1. don’t leave
word count: ~200
raynie woke up to the sound of loud knocking against her door and she rubbed her eyes sleepily. “come in,” she called out, eyes widening in surprise when june appeared before her.
“your door was open and i heard screaming,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
it was raynie’s turn to flush. “sorry about that, i should’ve remembered to close the door.”
“i’m just glad you’re okay,” he said, relief visibly leaving his tense shoulders.
a faint blush tinged his cheeks as he glanced at her thin tank top before looking away, making a concerted effort not to stare.
“i shouldn’t intrude on you this late at night, um, excuse me.”
“wait, don’t leave,” she called out, tucking a stray hair behind her ears shyly. “can you stay with me until i fall asleep again? you know… because of the nightmares.”
june hesitated for a second before nodding and making his way over to the bed, removing his weapons and shoes before climbing in next to her, taking extra care to stay on top of the blanket. raynie snuggled against him, laying her head on his chest, the warmth of his body and steady heartbeat lulling her quickly into a dreamless sleep.
from these microprompts (always accepting)
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lighting practice w the loml
screenshot redraw from andromeda six!
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My laptop broke thats why there's been no headcannons/fics for a few days now, it's getting fixed now though.
In the meantime send me any headcannons or imagines you have about any A6 character, I'll comment on them and give my own opinion on it!
I'm curious what you guys will think of!
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Tfw you just remembered & revealed you're the last living child of a recently murdered royal family and your love interest begin spilling a lot of hot tea about your family and your dead deadbeat dad's bad work ethics throughout his reign while revealing that his life is a literal shitshow from before he even out of the womb
image based on this emoji
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Can I offer you a meme in these trying times?
I got my vaccine and I feel like ass so doing stuff is hard lmao
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June, Damon, Calderon, and Bash X Gen Z Traveler
Traveler: “Not to sound gay but I’d definitely smooch you.”
- Poor boy is so confused, there are two questions colliding in his mind.
- First, you actually want to kiss him?? Second, how would that not count as gay?? Unless you’re saying you wanna kiss him in a friend way?
- He is mainly confused, but won’t speak his mind besides asking you to clarify what you meant.
- Please explain it to him, he’ll probably overthink it if you don’t and honestly, no one wants that. Having a sad June is something no one wants and Ryona will hound you for it.
- If you explain it to him well enough, he will be very pleased and might even flush a bit
- “I’d like to kiss you too.”
- It takes him a second to process what you just said, but when he does he hits you back with a,
- “Nah, I’d only kiss you if it’s in a gay way.”
- When asked why not, he purses his eyebrows at you.
- “There’s no point to do it if it’s not.”
- You’re only options are to stand your ground (which won’t work and will enviably bring you to the second option) and agree to say what if you wanted to kiss him in a gay way.
- At that point, he lets out a huge smirk and responds with cornering you into a wall
- “Well, in that case, go for it.”
- Confused at what the hell you just tried to tell him, when he finally processes and understands he honestly just gives you a look of disapproval.
- “I don’t kiss people who I consider to be platonic.”
- Very straight-forward, won’t take a little gay kiss it’s either fully romantic or non at all, this man does not keep his heart on his sleeve.
- If you ask for a kiss in a gay way DING DING MY FRIEND, you’ve won a special prize ~
- You feel him tower over you, even if you yourself are taller than him, he gives a dominant vibe as if he’s the one in control of the situation as he usually is.
- “I wouldn’t mind you going for it right here, in that case, stowaway.”
- He immediately understands what you mean and grabs your hand, gently squeezing it in a comforting manner. His response immediately after is,
- “What if I wanna kiss you in a gay way though?”
- You know in your mind that it’s not a question and if anything it’s a statement, with the affectionate smile on his face you can see his confidence in his answer.
- He’s correct in his confidence seeing as the only option you have left is to agree that you’d be okay with kissing in a gay way. (besides you don’t wanna break his heart now would you?)
- “I sure hope so! It would real weird to kiss you all over in a friend way.”
(FYI I really need requests to continue doing Andromeda stuff cause I don’t really have many ideas!!!)
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June, Damon and Calderon X Tall!Travaler
(sorry if I keep reusing images for the characters, I literally can’t find any more solo CG’s)
- June is 6’3 (194cm), so it is a bit surprising to find someone taller than him but he doesn’t mind at all. He doesn’t have a preference for height, besides he’s already pretty tall for human standards so he has nothing to be insecure about. (he’s busy being insecure about other things)
- If someone points it out he’ll make an off-hand comment like, “yeah, I guess they are.” honestly doesn’t make difference to him since he can reach shelves with no problem.
- What does make difference is how you use your height to your advantage, like going up behind him when he’s in the middle of a conversation, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder, and nuzzling his neck.
- He will turn brighten fuckin red, I’m betting on it.
- He can comfortably be the small spoon! He enjoys being wrapped up in the warmth of another human being, it helps him feel safe and sometimes on rare occasions even sleep better.
- Damon is 6’0 (184cm) he is the shortest out of all the guys in the crew, it depends on how much taller you are than him because if it’s a 1-inch difference it basically non-existent to him. If your a few inches taller like somewhere where he’s up to your nose (6’5 I guess) he’s hella into it.
- He won’t take your height seriously, he’ll ask for you to reach for a shelf he can clearly reach if he just stretches his arm out more (fuckin ass)
- He is also a small spoon and it is your legal obligation to cuddle with him in bed. Jokes aside, he does like being given soft affection such as cuddles.
- But do not be fooled, Daemon can take control no matter what your stature is, he will pull you down to his level and pin you to the wall.
- This man gives no fucks he is 6’3 (193cm), you’re taller than him? Good for you, cause it won’t change anything about your relationship, it certainly makes him feel better cause you’re required to listen to whatever he tells you to do. (he’s the captain, it’s not a kink he swear-)
- If you’re easily weak in the knees by flirtatious comments you will perish by his hand, although he doesn’t have a preference for height since tall, short, or average he finds it nice.
- Besides, he simps for personality not looks, and damn do you have a tasty personality to somehow be into this emotionally blocked blondie.
- A bonus that he does find about your height is the idea of pulling you down by the shirt to his eye level and making out with you....intensely.
- Just to pull you down a peg, nothing more, it’snotlikehethinksaboutitconstantly, no definitely not...
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Andromeda Six the visual novel/dating sim is fuckin amazing, and it’s a damn shame it doesn’t have more popularity.
So what am I doing about it? Making content of course.
If anyone wants a Andromeda Six character X Traveler (in a X Reader format not self-insert) go ahead and request me.
I’m go with SFW and NSFW, but I’ll mainly headcannons unless the requester asks me for something else otherwise.
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GOSHHHH JUNE WITH THAT SMOOTH TALKING IM DEAD, MUERTA, JE SUIS MORTE!!!!
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They way I pressed kiss June lightening fast
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Cant wait to give Cal and June a kiss and my undying love next week 😏
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Can you Hear me, When I cry Myself to Sleep?
Fandom: Andromeda Six
Warnings: non-graphic descriptions of human experimentation.
Description: June and Jules, and a laboratory childhood.
Notes: apparently I hit my drama bone when writing this one! Also this is a quite a bit more vengeful than I imagine June to be. But I do it for the angst.
I wrote this a long time ago and kinda hate it but we’re gonna post it anyway.
Taglist: @amlovelies @writersgonefishing @oatssss @kimberrrrr @femmeshep @serana-spring
The small, frail voice resonates through the endless dark.
“Go to sleep, Julian. They don’t like it when we don’t sleep.”
“Why?” Jules asks, and June can imagine his face, wide-eyed curiosity on features exactly like his own.
So juvenile. So sickly pale. A puzzle, one that would be achingly beautiful if it weren’t missing too many pieces.
June doubts that his twin is truly unaware of the answer to his own question, but he’s learned that this is a way of dealing with the things he cannot comprehend. To ask questions as a way to evade answers. Keep turning and turning to avoid running headfirst into the truth.
“I don’t know,” comes June’s response, dismissive. He rolls onto his side, pulling his blanket over his head. “Stop talking. They’ll hear.”
Silence. June shivers under the single, wool blanket. The labs are always freezing. The cold air bites at his bandages, amplifying the ache that has settled in his bones.
“Do you think we’re going to die?”
The question makes ice of June’s abused veins, freezing solid the little blood that hasn’t been extracted, mixed, tested, or analyzed.
“I don’t know.”
Words that taste familiar on his tongue. This time it’s not a lie; he has no clue whether their parents plan to kill them here. But he suspects. He suspects, based on the whispers he overhears when they think he’s unconscious. He suspects, based on how Jules’ skin looks paler every day, peeling from his thin form like pastry crumbs. He suspects, and he hopes he’s wrong, that Jules is going to die.
He’s only nine years old, and he’s struck by the realization that he’s going to be all alone. June always thought he had nothing to lose. As it turns out, he was wrong.
Jules speaks again. “But mom and dad wouldn’t do that to us... right? They wouldn’t...”
Would they? If they did, would he feel hurt? Could he mourn a life he never had? Miss a family he’s never known? June often wonders if this is simply how life works. This is, and always has been, his one and only reality.
“June. June, I’m scared,” Jules whispers, voice quivering like it does when his lower lip trembles.
Me too, he wants to say, I’ve always been scared.
There are no white coats to silence him this time, no gloved hands to shove another pill down his throat and tell him to shut up.
Before June can open his mouth to reply, or tell him to be quiet again, the white coats are there, pumping tranquillizers into their veins.
I told you they would hear, he thinks feebly.
Why do you never listen?
The white coats used to scare him. They look like people, but their faces are empty. He used to call them puppets, and wondered who pulled their strings. But June rarely feels scared anymore. He just feels hollow.
He understands the white coats now.
June tries to ignore the way Jules screams and thrashes and takes it, silently, jaw clenched and eyelids growing heavy with the weight of the drug.
When he wakes, the white coats are there to take him again. He bites back a retort when they bind his wrists and call him Subject A-645 instead of Juniper.
He doesn’t want to outweigh his usefulness with disobedience, after all. It didn’t take him long to learn you only live as long as they need you. Bleeding and beaten is better than ending up a nameless corpse, mourned by no one and forgotten by everyone.
Besides, he doesn’t have a name, not really. Juniper is just the product of a sad little boy trying to find happiness where there was none.
When it’s all over, when they’ve drained him dry of blood, sweat, and tears, he’s tossed back into the room like an empty can. Used and fragile and crushed.
His skin itches, scratched raw, and his stomach twists with the knowledge that each time, it leaves him feeling a little less weak. Each time, afterwards, for just a moment, his body thrums with something. He knows that he doesn’t like it, whatever it is. He hates what they’ve done to him. But it’s not like he’s ever had a choice.
And he knows that it’s not killing him like it’s killing Jules.
It’s making him stronger.
It’s terrifying, to consider the way it’s changing him, so June pushes the thoughts from his mind. The first thing he notices is that Jules is gone. The sheets on his bed have been hastily removed.
June’s mind swims with thoughts, explanations, questions, but mostly just frantic repetitions of no, no, no, no. Because he can’t think straight. Because he’s scared, because, because-
Because he’s still a child. Or he should be. Should have been. But he’s only ever been an experiment, as disposable as a plastic cup and as faceless as a mannequin.
“Where’s my brother?” he screams at the wall, the one he knows hides the white coats behind their one-way glass. Sitting with their coffee cups and their notes, perched on thrones sewn of bones and skin, he imagines. Unaffected by the misery and fear, pouring out from between cracks long sealed shut, that roll off of him in waves.
“Where’s my brother?” He repeats, softer, kneeling next to the bed, tears staining Jules’ mattress and mixing with the blood that soaked the fabric long ago.
That’s when he sees it. The bracelet, lying in the partial shadow of the bed frame on the cold, white stone floor.
“Now we are connected,” Jules had whispered, eyes wide and his expression prideful as he gazed upon the matching bands of leather.
“Whatever happens, we’ll never, ever be apart.”
With trembling fingers, from rage or fear or sadness, he doesn’t know, June picks up the bracelet and ties it around his own wrist, pairing it with his own.
It is then that he decides it was rage, after all.
One day. One day I’ll use what they’ve made me to make them pay for what they’ve done.
And through his tears, his eyes glow a brilliant green.
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Pairing: June x GN!Traveller
Description: His mind soothed by your everlasting touch.
The softness of your hands could smooth diamonds to dust.
The heat in your gaze could boil precious metals; your adoration could bring Eros to his knees. With every soft caress of your palms, like warm wind over the valleys and gentle slopes of his body, touched golden by light, your light, June can only think that he has never been touched like this.
Touched, and been touched, he has, with hands that cut like steel and bit like the maw of a starved beast. Those touches have been seared into his skin; reflected between mirror and iris, he has read the words written on has body as pain and hurt. Each time he turned from his reflection with a ripple of disgust, thus he has grown to believe he always deserved those touches and stifled the ache in his stomach, snuffed out the flame of his desire for anything minutely more.
Then you arose from the ashes like a phoenix and brought with you everything he has ever, no, never, wanted. Who was he to fall to your feet, when all he had to offer you was the broken pieces of something that had never been?
All too happy to take those pieces and stitch them back together, you were, your careful hand sewing thread between the aching cracks of his skin. Such surgical precision, to him, was no stranger, yet the way in which you worked rivalled every memory of white coats and anesthetic in his mind.
“June,” you breath his name into the flesh of his hip, lips grazing over sun-kissed skin.
How you can take one syllable and overflow it with an ocean of hidden meaning, he knows not. He knows only the sweet press of your mouth in this moment, your molten breath seeping into the crevices and setting fire to his veins.
You’ll take his poison and set in aflame, he hopes. Let your heat drive out the toxins which lie dormant in his blood, flip him inside out and give to him with your touch the sweet sanctity of rebirth.
He wants to be made new by you.
You drift with the softness of a gentle wave over the expanse of his skin, find a new target in his scars. Through clenched fist he cannot hide the way he jolts under your tracing tongue, memories threatening crushed ribs with their heavy weight upon his chest.
Your fingertips say, “I’m here” and your lips speak of comfort. The heady tranquility of everything that is you makes calm his rapidly beating heart. When next met with his own reflection, he’ll look upon his scars and think nothing but this, of you, all-encompassing and whole.
His hate for himself will be forgotten. His love will seep into you and then bleed back into him, until your equilibrium is infinite, and his mind soothed by your everlasting touch.
Notes: This was just a short lil’ thing I wrote to try and get my motivation to write back so I hope y’all enjoy :) I’ll have more A6 soon.
Taglist: @amlovelies @writersgonefishing @oatssss @kimberrrrr @femmeshep @serana-spring
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YOU ROMANCED JUNE TOO???
I did! none of the others really even stood a chance tbh 😂. I was pretty much done for in the first scene with him. Like he’s just so gentle and kind (and tall) and like he basically talks you through a panic attack?!? and I’m not supposed to just give him my whole heart right away?!?
and then the sudden angst which just ripped my heart out? like so good.
I just love him so much. Let me smooch him please 😔
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I recently stumbled upon Andromeda Six, a visual novel that fucking BLEW MY MIND. The artstyle, the writing, the worldbuilding, and the storyline so far are just *mwah* chef’s kiss. So I doodled the men instead of preparing for my lab tomorrow.
I don’t like how he turned out but oh well u-u
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Sorry to interrupt regularly scheduled ignoring my random, but I wanted to put these somewhere, so I figured I’d put him here on my blog!
Basically, I wrote these short drabbles for each LI from @andromeda-six some number of months ago (I have no idea what time is anymore, but I think this was in July), around the time when Episode 4 was still blowing my mind. I did it as a sort of comfort thing and to do something nice for some friends, but I actually kinda liked them? So I figured I’d share, if that’s okay... If not you can just unfollow me like a bunch of people have been doing LMAO
All below the cut! :D
For my fellow Damon stans
If Calderon Hadn’t Cockblocked in the DLC
"Yeah..." he says. "Stunning."
I realize he's not talking about the fireflies anymore as I turn my head to see him staring at me. My body starts to hum with the attention he's giving me; of course, he's looked at me before, but something about this is... different.
"Traveler," he murmurs, his voice quieter than I've ever heard it. He's not one to be quiet, I realize. It's either silence or full volume with this one.
My breath stops in my throat as his hand lightly touches my chin, as he has many times before. As he leans closer, I feel the logical part of my brain trying to push me away. He's bad news, it says. You shouldn't get involved.
His lips touch mine, and I feel something inside me melt. It's like he's some sort of poison, tearing me apart from the inside out. But somehow, that's good in this case. I decide I like poisons named Damon.
Briefly, he pulls away, searching my eyes for any signs of protest, though I can't imagine ANYONE'S ever protested a kiss from him. Except maybe Calderon.
"Was that stunning?" I nearly choke out, and the smirk that creeps up his face makes the stupid joke worth it.
"In a way," he replies, leaning in to kiss me again.
I should volunteer to do the laundry more often.
For the Bash-ers (wait no that sounded wrong WHAT I MEANT WAS--)
Bash is waiting for me outside my room. He's in the process of hanging up one of his outrageous doodles, but he smiles despite being caught in action. "Sleep well?"
"Ehhh," I reply, though my nonchalance is definitely offset by the dark circles under my eyes. It's hard to sleep when you have the weight of a galaxy resting on your shoulders.
He studies my face for a moment before grinning. "Alright, come on."
Grabbing my hand, he drags me through the hallway to the loading bay, until I can see the stars out the window, like I did the first day I woke up on the Six. A smile lifts the corners of my lips. The stars, as always, bring some sense of comfort to me. Looking at them, it's like there's nothing that could bother me.
I smile up at Bash. "Thanks, Bash."
"Oh, come on." I look up at him quizzically, and he wraps his arms around me, lifts me off the ground, and spins me around. "SMILE WIDER!" he practically screams, and I laugh at how weird he's being about something as simple as a smile. But that's Bash, I suppose. That's just the way he is.
He stops spinning me and looks up at me with his gleaming green eye and glinting yellow one. This time, my smile is more genuine. "Thank you."
Setting me down gently, he kisses me on the forehead, which surprises me and delights me all at once. "Anytime, Traveler."
It takes all my willpower not to melt to the floor in a puddle as I blush myself silly.
Now Juuuuuuune (baby boy)
Hold My Hand
At first, I was just determined to meet June's lizard. Then, I find him in one of the storage closets, frowning at the wall as if it had just insulted him. "June?"
He doesn't answer, not at first. Then, slowly, he turns, and from the haunted look in his eye, I can tell he was just in a dark place. That wasn't this closet, that is.
"Traveler," he says hoarsely. He steps out of the closet and closes the door behind him, leaning heavily against it. "What's up?"
I can't possibly ask him about his lizard right now. "I, uh... just wanted to say hi."
June manages a weak grin. "Hi."
"Hi." We're silent then, and I see that something is still weighing on him. So I do something a bit drastic.
I hold out my hand. "Hold my hand, June."
"What?" He shoots me a questioning look, but, seeing the look on my face, he obliges and gives me his hand. Unsurprisingly, it's a bit calloused and rough, and a part of me just wants to hold it there and pretend time isn't passing around us.
But no, this isn't about me. This is about June. He's hurting, and I want him to feel better. It's not right for such a sweet man to be hurting this much.
I lift his hand to my lips and kiss his palm gently. Then, I close his fingers over his own hand and look up at him. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here, June."
A light blush is spreading across his cheeks, but his weak smile softens as he murmurs, "Thanks, Traveler."
He wraps his arms around me in a hug, and I embrace him back. Sometimes, we all need to remember that we're not alone in this fucked-up universe.
For Cal-ers? (Was that funny? No? Okay I thought so)
Lynch the Cal-y Cat
Pushing Calderon's buttons shouldn't have been as amusing as it was, and yet, it continued to amuse me. Perhaps Damon and Aya were rubbing off on me too much, or perhaps a part of me had always been this mischievous.
I wasn't quite sure what possessed me to do it, but I acquired a pair of cat ears, yellow, like his hair, and I was trying to sneak them onto his head without his noticing. As I tiptoe up behind him, I realize with a sudden clarity that there is no one else around, and so, he is that much more likely to hear me coming. Dammit.
And indeed, he turns around before I succeed, a scowl upon his face. I have a split second lead on him, so I slip the cat ears on his head before he can protest.
"What the hell?" he grumbles, rolling his eyes up, as if he can see the top of his head by doing so.
I start laughing uncontrollably, doubling over and practically not breathing anymore. He watches me enjoy his annoyance with a dark expression on his face. Even if he's pissed, the sight of him with kitty ears is priceless.
After a few moments, his face softens into a more neutral expression. I glance up at him, still shaking with the force of my laughter, and ask, "Cat got your tongue?" I bite my lip before I start rolling on the floor.
Calderon looks away, as if saying something like this was a nuisance. "You're not moping around anymore. It's good to see you out and about."
Had he been WORRIED about me? Well, that was all sorts of embarrassing. "Uh, yeah, um, thanks, I guess...?"
He gives me a curt nod and continues down the hallway. "Oh, and Traveler?" I turn and raise my eyebrows at him. There's mischief gleaming in his eyes, and I'm not sure what to think about it.
"Be prepared for my payback." And then he leaves.
Oh, man. Why does that make me smile wider than I was about the cat ears?
Now for Aya <3
So About That Pole...
It's weird to consistently think of a sorta-sexy pole dance a friend of yours did just for fun, right? Right.
But I was undoubtedly thinking about that pole dance all the time, and I knew I wouldn't be able to look Aya in the eye until I'd had some semblance of a normal conversation with her again.
So when she surprises me at my room, I think perhaps karma or something is out to get me.
"Traveler! So Bash and I are planning this latest prank-" she begins, and then she sees that a blush is spreading over my face. "Are you sick? Should I take you to Ryona?" She puts her hand on my forehead, and I can't believe I haven't completely lost my shit yet.
That pole dance is on fucking repeat.
"You were saying?" I grit out, ignoring my clammy hands.
Aya cocks an eyebrow. "Oh no, you're not getting out that easily." She leans forward and rests her forehead against mine, and I stare, wide-eyed, into her eyes. Such proximity is really not good for my heart, considering how much I've been thinking about her.
Finally, she narrows her eyes. "Wait. What are you thinking about?" I don't answer, and she starts to grin. "Don't tell me after that dance, you've fallen for me?"
She laughs, lacing her fingers with mine. "I'm flattered, Traveler. I'm sorry I didn't prepare you for that." With a kind smile, she winks at me. "But hey, lemme know if you want a repeat show."
Of course, my language skills return at that moment. "I just like that you were having so much fun."
Aya's eyes glitter with some emotion I can't read, and she leans in and whispers:
"Good. Because I have fun when I'm with you."
It's a miracle I don't drop dead on the spot.
Ryona, darling heart
Kiss to Make It Better?
I walk around the infirmary, marveling at all the plants Ryona has placed around the room. They really do give the room a homey touch, much better than I assume most infirmaries must look. At least, my perception of them has been anything but this.
Behind me, the door opens, and I turn to find Ryona, eyebrows raised. "Traveler? What's wrong?"
Now was my chance. I hold up my finger. "I got a bad cut."
Ryona starts to chuckle, and I grin awkwardly as she comes over and inspects the cut. "How did this happen?"
"I was practicing with the knife Damon gave me--"
"Say no more."
Okay, good, cuz there was no way I'd admit to Ryona that I kinda-sorta did it on purpose.
But of course, she somehow knew anyway. "You didn't do this to yourself on purpose, did you?" She looks up from the cut to my face, raising a stern eyebrow and pursing her lips. I swallow. How is she so good at that?
So I tell the truth. "I wanted to see you." Wait, shit, I didn't mean to be so blunt about it--
Her chuckle returns as she begins wrapping a bandage around the cut. I watch her nimble fingers work, fascinated by how efficient they are when I can barely do any similar activity without messing up at least once. Which is why I thought it would be believable that I hadn't done this on purpose.
When she's done, Ryona smiles at me. "Need anything else?"
It's childish, but surely she won't mind...? "Maybe a kiss will make it better?"
Ryona's blue skin flickers a bit as a reddish tinge spreads across her cheeks. Nevertheless, she lightly kisses my bandaged finger, and I grin triumphantly. "Does it feel better now?" she asks tightly, as if she's trying not to melt in a puddle like my heart already has.
"Yes. Thanks, Ry," I whisper, leaning forward and resting my forehead against hers. We smile at each other. At my side, my finger tingles.
And now we have reached Vexx-point! (Was... was that a pun? I don’t know...)
Don’t Worry, I’ll Save You
It's hard to watch someone you love suffer, even if that someone broke your heart not too long ago.
Maybe it was pointless for me to keep my hopes up when it came to Vexx, but I knew, from the moment he told me he hadn't cared, that something was up. Even if it had been all an act, I knew that what we had was something, and it certainly wasn't nothing.
So as I sit here, watching him sleep fitfully in the room where we're keeping him prisoner, I can't help but wonder what that manic look in his eye is all about. What did Zovack do to him? How can I fix it?
Suddenly, Vexx's face crumples into a forlorn expression, and I can't just sit by him anymore. I scoot over to him and put his head in my lap, stroking his red hair. Then, a thought occurs to me, and I take out my music box and open it, letting its lullaby soothe Vexx, even in the midst of his nightmares.
I can't help myself; I lean down and gently kiss his forehead, knowing he won't remember it when he wakes up. "Don't worry, Vexx. I'll save you. I promise."
Though he can't hear me, his lips turn up slightly in a smile, and I have a feeling his bad dreams have shifted to something better.
It's up to me to make that a reality for him.
Wow I forgot how short that last one was, I’m a bit embarrassed ;w;
But anyway, if you read these, thank you for the taking the time! <3
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June: Name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and my instinct to self-isolate. I’ll wait.
Nico: You and me
June, tearing up: You've won this round
Originally from here by @incorrect-andromeda-6
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I will never complain about being able to write cute men in space.
Me trying to write self-indulgent June fanfics because there are not enough June fics in the fandom but then I realize I can’t write:
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June: I need a new mattress. Mine is all worn out, if you know what I mean.
June: Too much flinging myself onto it weeping.
Original post from here by @incorrect-andromeda-6
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