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wisepainterperson · 10 months

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Chapter 6 of my andromeda six drabble collection.

🖤I Need You💛

blood, mentions of self harm, self harm.

The weight of the world rested heavily upon your shoulders as you mechanically finished yet another mundane task, the weariness etched into the lines of your face. The days seemed to blend together, an unending stream of monotonous routines, numbing your soul to the colors and joys that once filled your existence. But, in the depths of your heart, you clung to a distant glimmer of hope, a faint memory of your mother's tender words before you left that fateful day—words that now seemed like fragile echoes from a distant past.

Time had blurred since then, and life had taken you on a cruel journey, far from the sanctuary of your former happiness. Each step forward seemed to plunge you deeper into a void, a void left by the absence of those you once held dear. The life you once knew was shattered irreparably, leaving you adrift in an ocean of despair, with no beacon to guide you back to shore.

Your mind wandered back to those carefree days, the halcyon moments with your parents and him. The laughter resonated within your soul, the happiness a distant memory that threatened to break your heart. How swiftly it all changed, like a beautiful dream turned to a haunting nightmare. The memory of your father's joke, the last flicker of joy before the darkness descended, haunted you mercilessly.

As you stood lost in your thoughts, a sudden, booming voice jarred you back to reality, ripping you from the bittersweet reverie. You looked around, surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces, their gazes fixed upon you. And there, towering over you, stood the captain, a stern figure whose authority only seemed to emphasize the void in your heart. The weight of his disapproval added to the crushing burden you carried, as if the world itself was now your antagonist, conspiring against your very existence.

You wanted the tears to fall and to finally be able to release some of these pent-up emotions but alas, nothing. The contrast between your inner turmoil and the world's obliviousness to your pain felt like a cruel irony, isolating you even further. You longed for the comforting embrace of your loved ones, the warmth of their love to heal your wounded spirit, but they were now only memories fading with each passing day. In that moment, you couldn't help but wonder if all days would feel like this—endless cycles of suffering and emptiness.

"Are you deaf?" He began again and you could do nothing but look at him in a daze.

"What?" You ask dumbfoundedly, Captain Lynch did not appreciate this.

"What? I just asked you to move that stuff several times and you just ignored me that's what." He barks back quickly and again you are stunned to silence. His presence alone sent shivers down the spines of those under his command. As he towered over you, his eyes bore into your soul with a mix of irritation and contempt.

You wanted to muster the strength to explain yourself, to tell him that your mind was consumed by thoughts of loss and sorrow, but his hostile tone silenced you. Your silence only served to fuel his anger. His face reddened, and his nostrils flared as he leaned in closer, invading your personal space.

"I don't tolerate insubordination on my ship," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "You're here to work, not daydream." Your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of his words adding to the burden you already carried. His lack of empathy felt like a cold, sharp blade, cutting deeper into your wounded spirit. You yearned for a glimmer of kindness, a spark of humanity from this man who held so much power over your life, but it seemed like a futile hope.

"You know somehow you still surprise me with how far that stick is shoved up your ass Cal." One of your new crew mates had spoken up against him, as she did quite often. Ayame had apparently arrived on this ship with Calderon Lynch, obviously the were rather attuned to each other's ways.

Ayame met the captain's gaze with unwavering defiance, her eyes burning with the fire of someone who had been pushed to their limits. "I'm tired of watching you bully everyone on this ship, including this poor soul," she gestured towards you. "We're all human, with feelings and struggles, and you can't just stomp all over us like we're insignificant bugs."

He took a long deep breath in and released it while holding the bridge of his nose in aggravation, "No one's bullying you or anyone else. We have less than half an hour to hall ass off this gods' forsaken planet or we'll all be reduced to dust, and I don't think now is when we need to be distracted." he begins.

"Couldn't you have just said that." You manage to contort just loud enough that both can hear. Calderon seems less than amused but Ayme takes it and throws it at him again.

"Yeah, you don't have to be so mean about it." Captain Lynch's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, his jaw visibly tensing. He was not used to admitting fault, let alone to someone who had recently joined the crew.

Ayame's words seemed to have struck a chord with Captain Lynch, and for a moment, you sensed a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. But that moment quickly passed, replaced by his customary stoic facade. He cleared his throat, his voice regaining its authoritative edge.

"You think you know everything, don't you?" Captain Lynch retorted, his voice laced with disdain.

Ayame stood her ground, undeterred by his attempt to belittle her. "Maybe or Maybe not, but that doesn't give you the right to treat people like garbage," she replied with a steady voice. "We're all in this together, and we should be supporting each other, not tearing each other down."

Captain rolls his eyes and walks away with a grumble, yet again you've done something to earn his disapproval. You've been on this crew for all of 3 months and you've managed to lose his shoes somewhere between the laundry and his room, burn and boil over his coffee, and break his favorite mug. Needless to say, you weren't friends by any means but that didn't mean that you didn't think about if you were. Actually, you'd thought about him in many ways, many that would more than likely looked down upon if there were to ever come to light, but you talk to no one anyway.

"Don't worry about him." Brought out of your thoughts once again, this time by a much kinder voice.

"Yeah, no, he was right. I shouldn't be so distracted." You say defeatedly, dragging yourself over to the pile of boxes that had tumbled over.

"So, your content to roll over and let him treat you like that?" She joins you in picking up the scattered objects and helps you put them back into the wooden crate.

"No, just don't feel like arguing." you say softly.

"She also likes him and doesn't want to step on his toes, you know, any more than she already has." You hear a familiar tone that you tried to avoid at all costs but here and now there was nowhere to run.

"Somehow you seem more insufferable as the days drag on." you state clearly annoyed at his teasing. You didn't spare him a glance but could hear his army boots hitting the floor as he sauntered ever closer. He comes to sit on the balls of his feet in front of you both, his arm carelessly laying over the side of the box and he eats his cookie.

"Well, I'd say t got better but then, technically, I'd be lying." Sarcasm dripped from every word that spilled from his mouth and for some reason it was always just the right thing to get under your skin. Damon was the constant irritation in the back of your mind, the fly buzzing in your ear, or the thorn from a cactus that you simply can't seem to find. He was fast, smart, and dangerous, your typical girls dream and her father's worst nightmare.

As Damon continued his teasing and sarcastic remarks, you felt your frustration growing. He had a knack for pushing your buttons, and it seemed like he took great pleasure in doing so. Ayame shot Damon a disapproving look before turning her attention back to you.

"Don't listen to him," Ayame said reassuringly, her voice softer and more empathetic than Damon's.

You appreciated Ayame's understanding, but Damon's presence was like a dark cloud that overshadowed any comfort you might find in her words. Despite your annoyance, there was something magnetic about him, and you couldn't deny the strange allure he held over you.

Damon flashed you a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Oh, don't mind me," he said, taking another bite of his cookie. "I'm just here to provide some entertainment."

"I don't need your entertainment," you replied tersely, trying to maintain your composure.

"Come on now, don't be so cold," Damon teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I'm just trying to brighten up your day. You look like you could use a good laugh."

His comment hit a nerve, and you felt the tears welling up again. "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to go lay down." You say standing and brushing yourself off in a crude attempt to wipe away the anger you were feeling.

"If you aren't feeling well maybe you should go see- " You assured her that you just needed to lay down and you'd be feeling much better later. As you walked closer to the loading docks doors you could hear her scold him and make him take your place in cleaning up the spilled boxes. There was very little left to do before take-off and you were sure that the rest of the crew was more than capable of handling it.

You stepped out of the loading docks and into the corridor, the weight of the recent events and the encounter with Damon still weighing heavily on your mind. Each step back to your room felt like a struggle, as if an invisible force tried to hold you back, preventing you from finding solace. The ship's corridors were usually bustling with activity, but now they seemed eerily quiet, amplifying the isolation you felt.

As you walked, the memories of happier times with your family flooded your thoughts again. You yearned to turn back the clock, to undo the irreversible events that led you to this desolate state. But life doesn't offer second chances, and you were left grappling with the unyielding reality that you were alone on this journey.

The darkness in your thoughts intensified, as if the ship itself conspired to push you further into the abyss of despair. Every flickering light seemed to mirror the fleeting hope within you, only to be swallowed by the all-encompassing darkness once more. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating you in the silence and solitude.

As you passed by the crew members going about their tasks, their laughter and camaraderie felt distant, almost alien. It was a stark reminder of the chasm between you and everyone else. They had their bonds and relationships, but you were merely a passing shadow in their lives.

You finally reached your room, a small, confined space that now felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The walls seemed to close in even tighter as you entered, and you collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of your emotions pressed down on you, threatening to crush whatever hope was left in your heart.

In the solitude of your room, your mind revisited the memories that brought you pain. Each thought was a knife, piercing your heart, and you couldn't escape the relentless assault of grief and loss. The past was an unyielding captor, unwilling to release you from its grip.

As time passed, the ship's engines hummed with a low, rhythmic sound, a constant reminder of the journey forward. But as much as the ship moved physically, you felt emotionally stagnant, trapped in a cycle of despair that seemed never-ending.

The darkness outside the small window mirrored the darkness within you. Your heart longed for healing, for light to break through the gloom and show you a path forward. But in the grip of your grief, it was hard to see beyond the overwhelming emotions that engulfed you.

You know how to fix this. The voice in your head began, it liked to haunt you, to taunt you in these times. "No." You groaned out rolling over onto your side to stare blankly at the drawing from bash that were scattered among the walls.

Why not? No one will know and if it makes it go away then no harm. No harm what a laugh. Unhealthy habits die hard, that's what you'd learned to tell yourself. You'd tried the ice and salt, you'd tried drawing on your arms with markers, even snapping yourself with a rubber band but nothing really helped. Not like that use to.

Exactly, so why not one last time? Your thoughts were louder now, more confident, snider. Your body seemed to move of its own accord, plopping down into chair in front of yourself and opening the drawer to your left. That was the desk you kept your art supplies, your drawing pad, and the knife Damon had given you. "For protection," He'd said.

The sound of the lights buzzing overheard spilled over into your thoughts as you pondered the decision you were about to make, the fall from grace you were about to have. You grabbed the knife and laid it flat on the table, running your thumb over the smooth metal. You had cut your wrists before but this would be different. Different because it'd been 3 long years of sobriety you'd be looking in the face and ignoring.

The thought of all the pain you were about to put yourself through was almost enough to stop you. Your hands trembled as you held the knife, ready to make your last cut. Your breath hitched and you felt a wave of nausea wash over you.

That's it, do it. Let yourself have that relief, give yourself one last break. The voice taunted you, "It's not a break, I'll be in control." You replied out loud, your grip tightening on the handle. You began to rub it up and down the inside of your left wrist, creating a light, teasing cut. Your hands began to shake again, and your stomach churned as the blade danced across your flesh.

You were going to hurt, but you would survive. The pain was temporary, the freedom from the torment was worth every second of agony. You closed your eyes, trying to block out all thoughts and just feel. One became two, two became five, and soon your arm looked like a cutting board, but it isn't hurt and neither did your heart any longer.

A knock on your door draws you from world you'd created in your mind, suddenly reality hits you like an ocean wave. "Uh- One second!" You managed to get out in a shaky voice, suddenly feeling guilty and embarrassed about what you'd been doing. You weren't ashamed of cutting or why you did it but you were still worried about what others might think of you.

You grabbed some tissues and did your best to clean your arm, though it was already starting to bruise and looked quite bloody. You put the knife away and turned your attention to your door again. You weren't in the mood for company, but it was probably Ayame again. Hastily you wrap tissue around your arm and throw on your jacket before walking over to your door and hitting the panel to open.

If it had been Aya you would have been prepared even a little aggravated but when your eyes met the deep blues of Captain Lynch's you froze like a deer in head lights and instinctively hide your arm behind your back.

"Can I come in?" He ask in an exasperated huff of air. You're not sure why he's here, but you certainly weren't going to turn down a chance to talk to him.

"Sure," You reply as you move out of the doorway to allow him in, "what can I do for you?" You ask again, this time a little more awkwardly.

He walks in examining your room as if he were the judge of some show. "Its been brought to my attention that I've been unnecessarily cruel to you and I'm here to apologize." He says finally turning to address you.

"Ayame really laid into you didn't she." You say jokingly crossing the room and sitting in the desk chair you'd just been in, you notice the drawer still slightly ajar and shut it quickly before responding. He gives you a look as if to say, yes you are correct while running his fingers over the leaves of the plant Ryona had given you to keep you company.

"Well, no harm no foul right." You say nonchalantly hoping he'd take that as his cue to scurry off back to his big chair that sits smack dab in the middle of the control room. "It's also been brought to my attention that you've been isolating yourself in your room more often then usual," he says, again eyeing your room with an inquisitive gaze. "And I feel like I may have added to that," he continues and sits down in the small chair in front of your desk. "I think I need to tell you something."

You aren't sure what to say or do at this point, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach, but you can't help but feel like this is going to end badly. You want to speak up, but you can't seem to find the words to say, you can't seem to break out of the silence you've become trapped in.

Thankfully you were both interrupted by Ayame calling Captain Lynch to the front and for the first time in what seemed like forever you took a breath. "Seems like that need you on the bridge." You say under your breath trying to avoid eye contact.

"Indeed," he says getting up from the chair and looking out the window. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being so harsh with you. I didn't know you'd lost your family or that your father was such an asshole." You cleared your throat uncomfortably and turned away without another word. Seeing as the conversation had struck its natural conclusion he took his leave.

The trip was going to be a long one, but you weren't ready to open up and be vulnerable. You knew you needed to but you didn't want to, it was a lot easier to just keep everything to yourself. But eventually the dam would break, and when it did it would be catastrophic.

As you made your way back to the small window in your room, you could hear the ship's engines begin to turn on and rumble to life and it wasn't too long after that they everyone was called to the bridge to be strapped in. On the bridge, Ayame and Captain Lynch were busy preparing for the ship's departure. Ayame was preparing the system for flight while the captain sat in his big chair, observing everything with a watchful eye. As you entered, they both acknowledged you, but you kept your distance, not wanting to engage in any conversation at the moment.

"Well if it isn't the recluse." You could hear Damon say as he waltzes up behind you. You turn to face Damon, His sly grin only added to your already troubled mood. "The walls of your room must miss you," he adds with a chuckle.

Rolling your eyes, you try to brush off his teasing. "Yeah, well, I prefer my own company," you retort, trying to keep the conversation short.

Damon raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your response. "Sure, sure, the great mystery of the galaxy brooding in their room," he replies, feigning drama. "But seriously, are you ever going to join us normal people on the bridge? You know, to witness the beauty of space or something."

You clench your jaw, feeling more agitated by his taunts. "I'll be there when I feel like it," you mutter, attempting to move past him and head to the bridge.

However, Damon steps in front of you, blocking your path. "Now, now, don't get all huffy," he smirks, placing a hand on his chest in mock innocence. "We just miss having you around, that's all. It's been so happy without your emo vibes."

The comment hits you like a punch to the gut, and you can feel the anger boiling within you. "Happy without my 'emo vibes'? You've got a real talent for being a jerk, Damon," you snap, unable to hide your irritation anymore.

Damon's grin falters for a moment, seemingly surprised by your reaction, but it quickly returns as he brushes it off. "Whoa there, calm down," he says, trying to act nonchalant. "Just trying to lighten the mood, you know."

"Yeah, well, maybe pick a different approach next time," you retort, taking a step back, ready to leave. The last thing you want is to spend any more time dealing with Damon's antics.

But just as you turn to walk away, Damon reaches out and grabs your wrist firmly causing you to yank it back with a yelp of pain. The room froze and everyone seemed to stop and look towards you and Damon. You'd instinctively grabbed your wrist and begun to hold it to your chest as your eyes glanced over the many other pairs of eyes that now watched you both.

"You're bleeding." the captain says, rising from his chair but you take another step back towards the door. Your world seemed to be collapsing around you with every second that passed. The room fell silent as everyone watched the tense interaction between you and Damon. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and anger mixed with fear was bubbling inside you. The pain in your wrist seemed to intensify as you held it against your chest, trying to hide it from everyone's view.

Captain Lynch took a step forward, his expression now serious and concerned. "Are you alright? Let me see your wrist," he said gently, extending a hand towards you.

"No, I'm fine," you replied, trying to muster up a brave front, but your voice quivered slightly.

Damon's earlier smirk was replaced with a look of genuine concern, and maybe even anger, "He wasn't asking." at this moment you were more afraid of the look Damon was giving you then the man twice his size that was still reaching out to your arm.

"I said no!" was all you said before turning around sprinting out the door and down the metal corridors.

As you ran through the corridors, your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with a mix of emotions. Fear, anger, and confusion all tangled together, making it hard to think clearly. You had to get away from Damon and everyone else, finding solace and safety in the only place you knew—the familiarity of your own room.

You sprinted through the ship, your mind solely focused on reaching the sanctuary of your quarters. Tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let them fall. You didn't want to be seen like this, weak and vulnerable. As you approached your room, you fumbled with the panel to open the door, your hands trembling from the adrenaline rushing through your body.

Once inside you let them come to a close and lock the doors behind you, sliding down against it until you were sitting on the floor. Your breaths were ragged, and you finally allowed the tears to flow freely down your cheeks. The pain in your wrist, both physical and emotional, felt overwhelming.

You didn't understand why Damon's actions had affected you so deeply. Yes, he was rude and insensitive, but there was something about his grab that triggered a painful memory, reminding you of your past and the loss you had endured. Your father's abusive behavior flashed before your eyes, and the wounds that had never fully healed were ripped open once more.

Feeling the weight of your emotions becoming too much to bear, you reached for the small plant that Ryona had given you. Holding it close to your chest, you tried to find some comfort in its presence, as if its mere existence could help soothe the turmoil inside you.

As time passed, the commotion outside your room died down, and the ship's engines hummed steadily. You could still hear faint voices, but you did your best to block them out. You didn't want to confront anyone right now, especially not Damon or Captain Lynch.

It wasn't long before there was a soft knock on your door. You didn't respond, hoping that whoever it was would assume you were busy or resting. After a while they went away and you were left in silence again, watching the stars pass by had helped some but the constant wrenching of your heart seemed to only grow as the moments passed. It was late enough that no one would be awake and there was always one place you liked to go.

You dragged yourself from your bed and changed the bandages on your arms before leaving your room as quietly as possible. The halls were dark, and most were already snug in their beds and attempting to sleep over the noise of the engine. Finally, you made it to the lower levels of the ship, just before you reach the dock, there was a large window that seemed to jut out of the side of the ship. When sitting there you almost feel as if you're floating through space in your own bubble.

You sat by the large window, your knees pulled up to your chest, and your arms wrapped around them. The stars outside flickered, painting the vast canvas of space with their distant light. The gentle hum of the ship's engines provided a comforting background noise, lulling you into a sense of peace despite the turmoil within.

You stared out into the endless void, lost in thought. The events of the day, the confrontation with Damon, and the unexpected interaction with Captain Lynch weighed heavily on your mind. You couldn't help but replay the memories of your past, the painful moments you had tried so hard to bury.

Deep down, you knew that running away from your emotions wouldn't solve anything. You needed to confront the pain, the anger, and the fear that you had been carrying for so long. But it was easier said than done. Opening up, being vulnerable, and facing the past was terrifying, and you weren't sure if you were ready for it.

As you sat there, you heard footsteps approaching. You didn't turn around; you didn't need to know who it was. Part of you hoped it was Ayame, understanding and compassionate, but another part feared it might be Damon or even Captain Lynch, wanting to address what had happened earlier.

The footsteps halted behind you, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, a voice broke through, hesitant and awkward. "I'm sorry," Captain Lynch said softly. This made you turn and glance at him from over your shoulder, he wasn't clad in his usual uniform, instead he wore a simple t-shirt and joggers. Like this he seemed far less intimidating than before.

"Why are you apologizing?" You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions before responding. "It's not your fault," you said, your voice catching slightly.

Captain Lynch hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for the right words to say. "I should have handled the situation with Damon better. I shouldn't have let it escalate to the point where you felt the need to run away," he admitted, his voice carrying a tinge of regret.

You turned your gaze back to the stars, finding some comfort in the distant lights that seemed to listen without judgment. "It's not your responsibility to babysit me or control how others behave," you replied, trying to sound strong, but your voice wavered.

He sat down beside you, his eyes also fixed on the cosmic expanse. Seeing him like this next to you made him seem comedically bigger than everything around him and it made you smile. "Maybe not, but I care about the crew, and I care about you," he said quietly.

What? He what? "Captain listen-" You began but he stopped you short.

"Calderon." He corrected his eyes still firmly fixed ahead of him.

"Calderon." You repeated. "I really appreciate it, and I hope we can put this behind us but I think we both know that it won't happen." You confess trying not to sound bitter about it. "So you can just drop me off the next planet you get to and I'll figure the rest out. "

You sigh turning away from him and back towards the window. You could feel a lump forming in your throat and you felt the tears threatening to spill over once more. You wouldn't be able to hide your feelings much longer and the last thing you wanted was for him to see you break.

"I don't want to drop you off," Calderon says softly. "I want you to stay. I want to help you."

"Why? Why would you want to help me?" You ask with a shaky voice. "I'm not worth it."

Calderon reached out and gently brushed his fingers across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. You couldn't help but blush at the unexpected contact and looked up into his soft blue eyes. "You're worth it. And I want to help you because I like you." Calderon says softly.

You weren't sure what to say, how do you respond to that, "You can't just say stuff like that." Was all you could muster.

"Ok well, A. I'm the captain and last i checked I can say what I want. " He says wearing a smug smile, you could see he was looking at you from the corner of his eyes and you were sure he could notice the steady blush talking over your cheeks.

"And B?" You question, feeling a bit emboldened.

"Well, I guess you'll have to find that out," he said with a sly grin. You could feel your face burning as you tried to look away from him, and he chuckled softly before standing up and holding out his hand to help you up.

"I'll let you get back to your brooding, but I'd like you to talk Ryona about your arm." he said but once you were standing again you simply shook your head.

"I'm ok." you say, holding your arm close to your body again. He gave you a knowing look but nodded and left you to your thoughts.

***

When you began to make it back to your room, you tried your best to compose yourself, using your jacket sleeves to muffle your sniffles. You couldn't believe what had happened, but you couldn't help the feelings it stirred within you. He liked you? You couldn't help but replay those words in your head. It was one thing for him to say it happenstancely, but he'd really said it.

It took all your willpower not to run down the hall screaming that he likes you, you like him, it was a perfect moment. And yet, it made you feel even more conflicted. The conflict was part of the reason you'd been avoiding everyone. The thought of everyone knowing about the pain you carried, the memories that haunted you, terrified you. You weren't ready to face it, to confront it, not yet.

You knew you needed to speak with Ryona about your arm, you could see the bruises forming and the blood from the cuts seeping through. You walked over to the door and pressed the panel to open it, maybe tomorrow.

As the door slid open, your breath caught in your throat and your face burned with embarrassment. Your bed was a mess and clothes were strewn all over the floor. Damon had been through your things, going through your private things. You were about to let out a yell of anger and frustration when you saw Damon standing beside your desk, holding up the knife you'd used to hurt yourself before.

"I told you to be careful with it, " he was definitely not his normal cocky and charming self. No he was angry, more angry then you'd ever seen him.

You took a step towards him, clenching your fists. "Why were you going through my things? What the fuck is wrong with you?" You felt the heat rise to your face again as your frustration boiled over. You had a lot of things you wanted to say, a lot of emotions you wanted to release, but none of them seemed to make it past your lips.

Damon turned around to face you, his own hands clenched into tight fists. "Why were you cutting yourself with this?" He asked, his tone even more angry. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you think I wouldn't care?"

"I thought you'd be happy about it," you fired back, "you're always picking on me, teasing me, so you'd think this would be your opportunity to have a good laugh at my expense."

"So, what, you think I'm an asshole then? I thought you were better than that," he said, stepping closer to you. "You think I want to watch you hurt yourself?"

"Well, that's what you seem to do isn't it? Tease me, make me angry, get me so worked up I have to hurt myself to calm down!" You could hear the anger in your voice, but it was nothing compared to the anger you could feel coming off of Damon.

"Don't fucking turn this on me," he says, his voice shaking with anger. "You can't use me as an excuse.

"I am not blaming you for this, dammit," you snap, "and yes, I am blaming you! You're the one who brought it up, you're the one who started this whole thing by teasing me."

"I didn't mean for you to take it this far," he says, "I didn't realize..."

You wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him in his moment of weakness, why? Why did you want to comfort those who hurt you, you'd never know.

"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have taken it this far. But I couldn't help it, I just...I needed to let it go, you're so fucking infuriating sometimes. So, you're right, it's not your fault. I just couldn't stop myself." You said, trying to force the words out.

He looked at you for a moment, and you could see his eyes searching yours. "I'm sorry," he said, reaching out to touch your cheek, but pulling his hand back in the next instant.

"You're not the only one," you said softly. "I'm sorry too. I should have talked to you, but I wasn't ready."

"No, I should have stopped this from happening," he said, his voice breaking.

"I know, but it just got out of hand." You sighed, rubbing your face. "I need to get to bed." You said, moving towards the door. "Good night, Damon." But before you had a chance his hand grabbed yours and in an instant the world became still.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears and every nerve in your body felt electrified. You could feel the air around you change. You could smell the warm sugary like scent that hung in the air, feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

He became close, so close you could feel his breath against your neck and the gentle brush of his lips. His hand gripped yours and you felt a surge of power run through your veins.

"You know I don't like it." He says quietly, almost so softly you couldn't hear it. "When you cut yourself." His cologne was intoxicating mixed with the smell of his shampoo from his normal evening shower.

You swallowed hard and nodded, "I know." You said softly.

"I-." He seems to struggle to voice his feelings, his voice a whisper that barely reaches your ears. "I want you." His hands had left yours and begun to grip the fabric of your shirt on either side of you. "I want to stay. " Like this he almost seemed like a pouting child.

You felt the softness of his lips as they touched the back of your ear, his hands running over your sides. If you weren't red before you certainly were now. This might was confusing, Damon and his feelings are confusing, but you'd be lying if you said you'd hadn't thought about him saying those words to you before.

"O-ok." Was all you could manage. For the first time ever you hugged him and he hugged you back. Never had his walls tumble down so far but tonight something had shook him to his core, the thought that he might lose you and it would be his fault.

"I'll sleep here with you," he said softly. "I won't let you do that again." He said, his hands sliding up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your lips. "Please, don't hurt yourself anymore." He said, his eyes begging you to understand.

Your heart was pounding, and your cheeks were flushed. "Ok." You whispered.

#andromeda six #calderon lynch #damon reznor #fanfiction #juniper #ryona mi'haden #vexx serif #visual novel #archive of our own #tw self destruction #angst #possibly triggering

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onbeinganangel · 1 year

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content: draco/sirius, incest, age gap, all the good M rated stuff, pls avert your eyes etc etc

for @slytherco who came in with the spicy age gap pairings when i asked, god bless. draco/sirius + the Six of Swords, for my Tarot Card Drabbles series

[for easier reading:

Lily had taught him a Muggle expression about best intentions paving the way to hell.

Sirius did have good intentions. He wouldn’t have been Narcissa’s first choice, but Andromeda had a baby to raise, and he’d figured he could deal with Harry. Draco was Harry’s age, how different could it be?

It turned out it could be very different.

Sirius had good intentions. Draco didn’t, and Sirius wasn’t as resilient as he’d once been.

A lingering touch here, a teasing whisper there. It doesn’t surprise Sirius that when he bends Draco over the kitchen table, Draco stutters a broken “finally.”]

#draco/sirius #tarot card drabbles #m writes

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thistlecatfics · 1 year

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WIP Ask Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts! Thank you @fiendishfyre and @wanderingdonut for the tags!

I'm going to cheat and only do things that are new or worked on since I last did the WIP game BUT I'm also going to include all of my drabble ideas for Frankenfest February Fuckery and my extremely loosely planned meta lol

Black Family AU

Remus/Fenrir

My Dark Vanessa AU Bella/Tonks

Dumbledore Apologia

Slash=/= LGBT idea

Frankenfest February Fuckery

Day 2: Mommy kink + flinching - Andromeda/Hermione?

Day 3: knifeplay, muzzled - Pansy/Luna/Bellatrix

Day 4: humiliation/degradation, knife to the throat - Astoria/Narcissa

Day 5 - role reversal, that’s going to scar - bellamione

Day 6 - abusive relationship, secrets revealed - cho/parvati

Day 7 - monsterfucking, made to watch - daphne/?? Vampire??

Day 8 - breathplay, panic - dorcas/marlene

Day 10 - drugging, difficulty breathing - Gabrielle/Fleur

Day 13 - voyeurism/exhibitionism, forced to hurt a loved one - Bellatrix/Luna

Day 15 - corporal punishment, self-sacrifice - Astoria/Ginny

Day 16 - Dubcon/noncon, semi-conscious - Lily/Mary

Tagging @leftsidedown, @krethes, @greenmegsnoham, @vdoshu, @bluesundaycake, @narcissa-black-supermacy (six and letting FFF stand as one lol)

#ask game

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thelastundeadbraincell · 1 year

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2022's Fanfic Wrap-up

Happy new year everyone!

I went back and forth on whether or not I wanted to make that post, but 2022 was a pretty good year overall (I mean writing-wise because otherwise it sucked massively) and there have been a few accomplishments I felt like sharing.

5th Year Anniversary

Five years ago, in September 2017, I posted my first AO3 fanfic (not my first fanfic overall, but we don't talk about those other ones), a little DC Comics fic called One Last Look. Make of it what you will, but those opening lines still slap and I might just steal them for something else one day.

100 Works

Two weeks ago as I write these lines, I posted my 100th work on AO3 (technically a bit more since I orphaned a couple of fics, but we don't talk about those either): Love, Loss, and Moving On, an Andromeda Six oneshot.

A Little Experiment

Back in April, I posted a fanfic on AO3 that I didn't think would interest anyone. It's a drabble (an actual 100-word drabble), written for a dead fandom (that was never really alive to begin with), and posted anonymously. I barely expected it to get a few hits, but it did garner some kudos. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to not be considered my least popular work of the year. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is: post your stuff, because even the most niche fic you'll write in your life will find an audience.

My Worst Title to Date

I've never been good with titles, but No Pain Without Pain certainly takes the cake (or rather the bread). It's a pun, but one that requires you to be somewhat bilingual (and even then it's not a good one).

2022 Achievements

Works posted: 19 (out of 100 in total).

Words posted: 43 739 (out of 197 895 in total).

First work posted: Happy With Someone Else.

Last work posted: Love, Loss, and Moving On.

Longest works: Tales From the Seleota System vol.1 with a total of 7860 words. Love, Loss, and Moving On with 3623 words if you count each chapter individually.

Shortest works: Sleeping Beauty with a total of 698 works. Tales From the Seleota System vol.1 if you count each chapter individually since it has a few 100-word drabbles.

Most popular work: Happy With Someone Else. No idea why. The only thing special about it is that I posted it on my birthday. But it's somehow managed to become my second most popular fic overall, and for that I'm grateful.

Least popular work: The Wallflower and the Party Pooper. No surprise there. Non-shippy fics never get a lot of traction. Still, I quite like it. It's about Cal meeting my Traveler before the events of the game. I don't write him a lot, so it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Most popular older work: Stay With Me Tonight [Explicit]. I'm not even going to ask why.

Best month: October, both in terms of productivity and reader engagement.

Worst month: August. I honestly almost gave up at that point.

What's in store for 2023?

Well... I don't know... I do want to post the last two chapters of Four Seasons, and I do have some Andromeda Six WIPs I want to finish, but I'm waiting for episode 7 to come out before I do since they'll likely tie into those events. But tbh, I'll probably move on to another fandom pretty soon. It's been fun, but I feel like I'm running in circles. There's so little actual content in the game that I'm feeling very uninspired and my writing highly suffers from it. I'm just writing the same stories over and over again; the characters are OOC (not that canon gives us a lot to go on but still); the only things I'd be excited to write in this fandom are AUs, and at this point, I think I'd be better off writing original fiction (which I might actually do, though it's such a daunting task and I don't know if I have the spoons for it tbh). Besides, there are quite a few pieces of media coming out this year that I'm actually looking forward to, and I just know one of them is going to become my new hyperfixation.

Anyway, sorry to end on that note. Once again, I wish you all a happy new year.

#tagging this as #andromeda six #since it's the main fandom i wrote for this year

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wayhavnsfinest · 4 years

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Swimming Lessons

This lovely idea was given to me by @writersgonefishing. I sort of ran with it. I also wrote this while battling a severe sinus infection so if things don’t make sense let me know.

Pairing Damon X Reader

Universe: Andromeda Six

No one is quite sure how it was brought up. You’re pretty sure it came out while the crew was sitting in the mess hall one night playing cards.

Neither you or Damon could swim.

Which isn’t shocking considering the environments you two grew up in.

Damon is from Cursa. Fifteen hellish districts under a storm torn sky. Not exactly ideal swimming weather. Kids on Cursa were lucky enough if they survived to adulthood. No one really considered swimming to be a life skill.

You on the other hand… It just wasn’t a necessary court skill. Royals don’t create laws and alliances next to a pool. Not that you really were expected to do that, being eleventh in line. You were just supposed to sit there and look pretty.

Whatever the reasons as to why you never learned to swim; the fact remains neither of you knew how.

Ryona wasn’t having any of it. “Next planet we land on, you two are getting swim lessons! Actually you know what, you all are getting a refresher course.” This earned her a very indignant response from Aya and a scowl from Calderon.

After Ryona’s declaration all of the crew found themselves at a local pool in a little town on Tilaarin. After about a two hour refresher for most of the crew she dismisses them. She then turns her full attention to you and Damon. “Alright you were able to watch the crew with their refresher course. It’s your turn now. Into the pool you two.”

Damon and you look at each other. There is no way in hell Ryona is going to take no for an answer, as she stated the night before. It is a life saving skill.

Damon looks at you and shrugs “The expression is ‘sink or swim.’ I think I would rather learn to swim.” He shrugs out of his shirt and jacket and waits for you to get into the pool. “Ladies first.”

Taking a deep breath you jump into the pool. The water is cold but refreshing. Your legs hit the bottom with a jolt and you realized you jumped into where you could actually stand. You look up at Damon who is smirking.

“That was graceful, your majesty.”

“Shut up and get your ass in the water.”

Damon begrudgingly gets in the water with you. After about 5 hours of going over the basics Ryona decides you two have had enough for the day and lets the two of you stay in the shallow end by yourselves.

“This is embarrassing.” you state. “I feel like I’m being treated like a child.”

Damon snorts. “Well how do you think I feel? I’m being treated like I’m you.”

With that comment you send a giant wave of water in his direction. Hitting him in the face. He sputters and then retaliates. The two of you are locked in an epic battle of ‘tidal’ waves. Children run screaming to their parents. Parents send you two death glares as they pick up their children and take them to a different part of the pool.

Neither of you care. You’re having too much fun. Night comes quickly and the two of you make your way back to the ship.

“You know, I guess there are worse people to get stuck swimming with.” Damon says as he walks. “She could have forced me to practice with Carrot Top.”

“He doesn’t look nearly as nice as I do in a two piece.” you respond with a wink. You and Damon had developed a sort of romantic relationship ever since Cursa. The two of you were strictly professional where the rest of the crew was involved. But you lost count of the number of stolen kisses that the two of you shared.

Damon chuckles as he enters the ship with you. “You got me there.”

The next morning Ryona has you and Damon practicing one at a time in the deep end of the pool. You find yourself clinging to the side more often than you should.

“Your Majesty, you need to learn how to swim and you won’t do that by clinging to the side.” Ryona treads water in the middle of the deep end. “I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You muster your courage and push off of the pool wall. You swim a very graceful doggy paddle to her. Damon snorts. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”

“I don’t see you in the water smart ass.”

“Damon! Enough! She’s trying to swim.” Ryona turns to you. “I need you to put your face in the water and practice free style like I showed you yesterday.

You groan but does as she says. You find yourself picking it up easily. After about 20 hours of swim lessons you and Damon are granted the Ryona seal of approval. “I wouldn’t let you go and save anyone, but you two will be able to at least keep your heads above water.” Ryona says as she gets out of the pool and goes to lounge next to Aya. Damon gets out and goes to join the boys in a game of sand volleyball.

You find yourself a floatie and close your eyes. It’s not long before you’ve dozed off into a little cat nap.

You wake up to find yourself being flipped into the water and you hear a familiar laugh.

“Asshat!” you screech.

Damon laughs and puts his hands up defensively. “I was just trying to join you. That swan is definitely big enough for the both of us.”

You give him a small smirk then pull him under with you. You open your eyes under the water to see him with a shocked expression on his face. Not knowing when you’ll get another chance you quickly kiss him while underwater.

#andromeda six fanfic #andromeda six drabble #andromeda six damon #andromeda six traveler #damon x traveler #damon x reader #andromeda six #a6 #a6 damon #a6 traveler #damon reznor #is this too out of character for damon #part of me thinks so #oh whale

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foundthethief · 3 years

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Another thing with Andromeda Six! I made an oc that wasn't an MC and just kinda vibes with them. Her name is Winnie and I've decided she's one of the very few things Damon is soft for.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, carrot head-" Winnie poked the cheek of the man who is literally two of her,

"Will you fucking stop?" Vexx growled, pushing her away easily with the palm of his hand.

"Not until you tell me what the OBVIOUS thing between you and Princey is." She grinned knowing she's hit a nerve when his eye twitches.

"There's nothing between us, brat. Now leave me alone before I fucking punt you off this ship." Winnie simply smiles before scooting closer on the med bay, listening to the clear wrapping crinkle. "You're lying. Besides you wouldn't hurt me, especially since you don't want to face the wrath of both Damon and Aya. They love me."

Vexx groans as he hears Damon snicker from his place on one of the medical chairs. "I'm aware. Still a bit surprised Stab Happy has a soft spot though."

She glowers at the red head, "I'm not a soft spot, asshole."

The two glare at each other before Damon gets up, setting down his book and looks at them, "Alright, children. We have to go train the royal Prince now so let's go."

As they head down to the loading dock, Winnie keeps pestering Vexx about his relationship with Oliver, getting dismissed each time. Though her questions were answered as soon as Oliver came down the stairs, locking eyes with Vexx. It was an unmistakable look... A look of love.

#andromeda six #oliver peg'asi #damon reznor #vexx serif #winnie my beloved #im soft #drabble

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animegenork · 3 years

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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.

Screw logic.

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.

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For the Bash-ers (wait no that sounded wrong WHAT I MEANT WAS--)

Stars

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.

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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.

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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.

"You're smiling."

What? "Huh?"

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?

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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?"

I blush.

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.

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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."

Silence.

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.

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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.

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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

#andromeda six #a6 #a6 damon #a6 bash #a6 june #a6 calderon #a6 ayame #a6 ryona #a6 vexx #a6 drabbles #i had fun with these while i wrote them #visiting them again was really fun too <3 <3 #can't wait for episode 5 so my mind can be blown all over again!!!

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scgdoeswhat · 4 years

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Day 2: Memories

Summary: Sometimes memories are all you have.

Rating: T

Words: 320

Author’s Notes: A little something completely different than my usual fare.

Written for the @andromeda-six Andromedatober prompt list.

Tag List: @hellomynameisdevi @brightpinkpeppercorn @leondaltons @toglidethroughlife @the-strangerthings @ayameikeda

Walking through the ruins of the palace, it takes everything in your power not to turn around and run away as far as your legs can carry you.

This was where you grew up, even if it was a gilded cage.

But now?

The place you once called home was nothing more than an unrecognizable heap of debris full of crumbled marble and broken glass.

You take a steadying breath. You can do this. You have to do this.

Each step brings back memories of your childhood, happy or unpleasant as they might be. Sure, there were times where you wished things were different, but you never wanted this to happen. They were your family.

Looking out to the courtyard, you see the burnt remnants of your mother's prized gardens. You remember those gardens well. It was one of the places you were allowed to move through freely, without suspecting eyes watching your every move.

The lingering smell of copper and iron waft through your nose and you pause, coughing to clear it out of your system and the reality of the situation sinks in deeper, if that’s even possible. It's one thing to hear about what happened, but it's an entirely different thing to see the destruction with your very own eyes.

"My family..." you croak out, the words dying on your lips.

You don't know how to feel. Sadness? Anger? Desperation? Despair? You've had months to process how your life was ripped to shreds... but nothing could prepare you for this.

A comforting hand lands on your shoulder, bringing with it an instant calm. You look at the source of warmth and their eyes meet yours, full of sympathy for everything you've been through.

Your gaze focuses on them, the fear in your eyes receding and somehow you know that at that moment, everything was going to be okay. This is now your time to build new memories.

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #a6 #andromedatober #calderon lynch #damon reznor #vexx serif #juniper nyux #bash ilahaj #ryona mi'haden #ayame ikeda #sebastian ilahaj #fanfic #poc writers #drabble #commissions open #visual novel #scg writes

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sysba · 2 years

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what's a scene from an IF/game that you find yourself thinking about a lot

this ask is making me lose my mind i love you and also i am so sorry for what is about to happen because i CANNOT CHOOSE JUST 1 OKAY these are all moments that live absolutely rent-free in my brain and i scream a lot whenever they resurface *in no particular order:

"you are my enemy and he is your lover, that i understand. but how come he tortures you and i heal your wounds?" (oathbreaker book 1, virion's route)

but also the whole reunion with virion,,, or any scene with virion really especially i book 2 because he’s so handsome 😩

eli & the mage's reunion scene + chain scene. or literally any eli scene ngl (a mage reborn)

oliver shen’s kitchen scene. (scout: an apocalypse story)

“is this what friends do?” in e's route (scout: an apocalypse story)

reed esposito's confession scene + the description of how he kisses,,,, (perfumare)

every perfumare scene with flavio in it but especially when he says he looks good in collars

"do you often dream about being shot?" "no. but i often dream about you." (perfumare)

not technically canon because it was a drabble ames wrote but the bit with sysba kneeling for pc,,,,,,,,,,,,,,im too lazy to search for it but GAWD,,, (attollo)

the angsty cove confession scene in step 4 i got during my last replay,,,, sadly i didn't screenshot but. yes. (our life: beginnings & always)

sailor’s “bite me” (checkmate in three moves)

i'm a basic bitch so the "tu omnia" scene (the wayhaven chronicles book 2)

arthur’s kiss scene if you couple up w him (body count)

library reunion hug + "ten years or ten thousand. doesn’t matter. you need me, i’m there." li cowles beloved (speaker)

“you remembered because of me?” + vexx being forgiven in the last update (andromeda six)

don't judge me but bryce lahela's on-call room scene + the backstory reveal (choices open heart book 1)

marco asking pc on a date via texts (blood moon)

elliot whispering "don't look" during the initiation (ofna: birds of a feather, x)

rex's resurrection (the fog knows your name)

xyx’s last videocall on his bad ending (not affectionate). it hurt but also.... left an everlasting impression! (blooming panic)

#anonymous #answered #myposts #misc: if recs

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theoriginalladya · 2 years

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“making an effort to spend time together” for Reyes and Kaidan? 👀👀

from this list

On AO3 here

Well, my friend, this was the FIRST prompt I'd tried to finish before the other one took over to start the drabbles that are now affectionately known as Reylenko! LOL So, here you go. Precious Cargo has been updated with the full installment as well.

Thank you so much for asking about them!!! They really are fun to write!

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There were certain aspects of his job he didn’t particularly care for; anyone could say that about their work, he supposed, but Reyes Vidal prided himself for his attention to detail, his professionalism, his ability to get the job done and make it worth the pretty penny he charged to get it done.

What he was discovering these days was, despite the increased payout at the end of the job, the extra time necessary to give his full attention to all of these little details would be far better spent shared with his lover.

Kaidan Alenko’s arrival in Heleus – while unexpected but appreciated more than the man would likely ever know – brought with it the usual aspects of a relationship; find a job, find a place to stay, earn a living in order to survive. It was supposed to have been “living the dream,” but ended up more “survival of the fittest.” Between an alien race that wanted them dead or worse, another alien race’s leftover technology, and some of the best and worst of the Milky Way transported to Andromeda, the only thing about life that was guaranteed these days was that there was never a dull moment.

Reyes’ boyfriend brought with him a unique set of skills, as well. Skills that men like Director Tann should appreciate more, in Reyes’ considered opinion. Still, Tiran Kandros snatched the former Alliance marine into service before Kaidan had a chance to experience disappointment, and for the moment at least, satisfied himself and his sense of duty by assisting the turian with the organization and operations of the APEX strike teams. Unfortunately, that meant he spent more of his time on the Nexus than with Reyes on Kadara.

That wasn’t to say Kaidan never had time to get away from it all for a while – he did, and on those rare occasions, he often spent it with Reyes on Kadara.

Assuming, of course, Reyes was there.

With Zia Cordier and several of his other rivals out of the way, Reyes’ business had increased tenfold, which resulted in even less time to spend together. He was a man who could fully appreciate the benefits that came with his now stellar reputation, but the downside was certainly taking its toll.

As he strode through his Draullir base now, purpose marking every single heel clack, his focus was on his destination, though he fully expected to find disappointment at the end. There had been a window of opportunity, a hope – and if anyone had ever taught him the meaning of that word, it was Kaidan Alenko – that they could have at the very least a few hours to themselves before the other man left, more time than they’d had in the past six months combined. But Reyes had missed that window by over two hours. Two fucking hours instead spent evading both Kett and Initiative patrols on his way back to Kadara instead.

There had to be an end to it somewhere, didn’t there?

Reaching his suite of rooms, he threw the doors open and was greeted by complete and utter darkness. No hint of a light, not a sign of the man he so desperately wanted to see.

Sighing, he ran his free hand through his hair while tossing his helmet onto the nearby chair doing his best to shove his lowering morale into the far recesses. “Honey,” he muttered, a sound that was anything but pleasant or content, “I’m home…”

More silence greeted him…

…until it didn’t.

The faintest rustle of fabric, the softest hint of a groan from the direction of the bed. Hope blossomed in Reyes’ chest – damn, he really had it bad, didn’t he? – in the half second before realization followed on its heels.

“Mi cariño?”

It came out as a whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the hum of the ventilation system, but it was enough to elicit a pained response. “Reyes?”

Reyes secured the door behind him as quietly as he could before moving deeper into the room. He left the lights off, more terrified of the pain they might cause to the man lying in their bed than fearful of any injury he might sustain on his way across the room in the dark. He went slowly, kept his boots on this time – his toe still ached after the last incident – and eventually found the edge of the bed. Gently patting his way around, he toed off his boots, removed his armor, and only then climbed onto the bed. “Kaidan, mi amor?” he murmured, hand searching for Kaidan’s. “You are still here?”

Another groan – soft, affirmative maybe? Well, who else would be hiding in Reyes’ room in the dark? – reached his ears as he finally found Kaidan’s hand and took it in his. The static shock that passed between them thanks to the other man’s biotics was the last bit of evidence Reyes needed, though it wasn’t necessary. “Mi amor,” Reyes whispered as he lowered himself onto the mattress while Kaidan shifted to snuggle close in his arms, “la migraña?”

“Yeah…”

“How bad?”

“Bad enough.”

Shit. From past experience, he understood that Kaidan must be well into this one, too, if he was lying in bed in the dark curled up beneath the blankets already. “I came back as soon as I could,” Reyes said by way of apology as he drew the bed clothes over both of them.

“…I know…”

Kaidan’s voice trailed off into steady, deep breaths with only the occasional hitch from what Reyes assumed was pain.

It wasn’t the kind of reunion he’d been hoping for and it certainly hadn’t been planned, but as he laid there holding Kaidan, he considered their current circumstances.

Though he didn’t have one hundred percent proof – their relationship was new enough there were still many things they had to discuss and motivations were in that category – he was fairly certain Kaidan made the voyage to Andromeda because of him. It was an idea that left Reyes more than pleased; like an unexpected but most appreciated gift. Then again, it was difficult not to see it that way. Unlike his previous relationships over the years, including Zia, with Kaidan he had found something…more substantial. Solid. The potential for something longer-lasting.

Kaidan shifted against Reyes, settling his head on Reyes’ chest as if listening to his heartbeat. A flutter in Reyes’ chest arose unexpectedly, surprising but not wholly unexpected at this point. Sighing softly, he slid his arm to carefully hold the man close. They were going to have to discuss this more in future, especially if they both wanted a future together – which seemed the likely outcome of their current association.

Ah, well… what was the point of being his own boss if he couldn’t set his own rules, hmm?

#mtreebeardiles #writing prompt #ladya writes #Reylenko #Reyes Vidal #Kaidan Alenko #Love Language - Showing You Care prompt #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #mass effect/mass effect andromeda crossover fic

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andrewsneil · 3 years

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hi thank you to @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists for tagging me in this fic writer tag game! i have not actually written a fic in a hot sec but i’m working on some stuff so yes. i have no idea who to tag but if you see this and you post fic then i’m tagging you <3

how many works do you have on ao3?

twenty one! tho i have nine more in my ao3 drafts

what’s your total ao3 word count?

fucking. 103844 what the fuck i only posted my first fic like. a year ago ish why did i spend six months writing 103k of muke fic when i could’ve written a fucking novel

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

two! 5sos & rainbow rowell’s carry on

what are your top five fics by kudos?

1. coffee shop fic (w/ muke)

2. random hair braiding prompt (w/ lashton)

3. the witch fic (w/ muke)

4. fake dating fic (w/ muke)

5. baz & smoking drabble (w/ snowbaz)

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

ok so i try to but also sometimes i put it off when i receive them, and then i forget about them and feel awkward answering them when i remember like five months later but i do read all of them and appreciate them all <3

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i am simply too depressed for angst. some people’s comfort tag is hurt/comfort but i can’t read that w out crying, let alone write it. i guess the end (so far) of what i’ve written of carry on fic is sorta angsty?

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no thankfully not bc i think i’d die inside

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

no! thank u to everyone who does i love that shit when it’s abt fictional characters and not real people but i can’t write it and also i don’t think i want to hfjdkd

have you ever had a fic stolen?

no i don’t think so hfjdks

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but the amount of shit that me and @radiosil3nce come up w could probably be put in a fic 😔

what’s your all time favourite ship?

ok. well. my first favourite ship was scorbus. i was dealing w a LOT of self internalised homophobia and then i started shipping them and realised hey maybe gay people aren’t gross, maybe i’m gay. it’s probably wolfstar, but also i don’t think i’d love wolfstar THAT much if i didn’t love sirius. based off of like, the dynamic alone, merthur. their dynamic’s elite. but wolfstar is my favourite just bc nothing makes me happier than thinking abt sirius black happy, and nothing makes sirius black happier than remus :)

what’s a wip that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

carry on fic but also draft’s wise, starstruck fic & my poly hp au

what are your writing strengths?

according to gigi it’s the fact that i write p good dialogue and am good at making my version of other people’s characters seem in character <3

what are your writing weaknesses?

probably. lack of motivation. and the fact that i can’t read over my own writing w out dying. and self confidence hfjdkdks

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

i’d probably do it! i think i’d just be nervous abt getting stuff wrong bc the only languages i know are english (barely) and french (studied it for five years and i can barely speak it) so. it’s not looking good

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

ok it was either winx with a self insert and a completely mary sue oc that i paired w brandon or a harry potter fic where draco had a sister who was a year younger than him called andromeda bc apparently in this andromeda black wasn’t a thing?? ok. also yes she was a self insert who decided to karate chop harry potter at the train station?? i was like, eight. enemies to lovers stan since ‘03 <3

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

god quality wise, i think either carry on fic or my witch fic are my best. carry on fic bc it’s the most recent, so ofc it’s gonna be the best bc writing gets better AS you write, so new stuff is always gonna be better than old stuff. i love my witch fic, i got some really nice comments on it and i think it’s one of my best, but also my fake dating fic has a special place in my heart, it’s rlly the only one that i reread

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winkette · 3 years

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Alien Pt2

This is the last of this idea drabble that I have written. There is a loose idea of the rest of the story, mostly revolving around Reader, but little to know actual plot. Enjoy~

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“WHAT A STUPID JOKE.”

“That would make things more interesting.”

“C’mon Classic, it ain’t that fuckin’ funny.”

Stretch snorts into his arms, which forces another round of laughter from you before you can finally open your eyes again.

“IF YOU ARE ONLY WASTING OUR TIME WITH PATHETIC JOKES, I WILL CLUB ALL OF YOU ON THE HEAD.”

You’re wiping away tears, giggling again when the fancy-dress Sans alternate beside you chuckles at your state. Poor Stretch and Sans are so tired, they’re delirious in their laughter and it takes much longer for them to settle down. G finally clears the tea from his non-existant lungs and Green has cleaned up the tea G spat out in his laughter.

“ALIENS WOULD BE AN INTERESTING THING TO CONSIDER. WOULD ALSO EXPLAIN WHY COMET AND I ARE HERE.”

“DO YOU NOT WORK ON THE MACHINE WITH PAPS AND THE OTHERS?” Fancy-Blue asks from behind his equally fancy brother.

The two skeletons in yellow and dark blue each shake their heads. The Sans-alternate speaks up further, “me and neb know rocket science, not quantum physics. Even our engineering knowledge is limited to how to run a rocket versus building machines from scratch.”

“YES. ENGINEERING WOULD FALL UNDER OUR ALPHYS’ EXPERTISE. UNFORTUNATE THAT SHE IS NOT HERE.”

The edgy Blue slams both hands onto the table top to garner attention. “SILENCE YOU IDIOTS! NONE OF THAT EXPLAINS WHY THERE IS A HUMAN HERE.” He turns a fierce glare to Sans at the head of the table. “IT WAS YOU WHO DEMANDED EVERYONE FOLLOW YOUR POINTLESS RULES, ONE OF WHICH WAS TO CLEARLY TO AVOID HUMANS.”

Sans sighs heavily. You get the feeling he’s heard this alternate Blue argue a lot. Sans and Stretch share a look, probably trying to figure out where to start, so you jump in instead.

“I was pulled through the machine as well. I arrived with Blue, Stretch, Red, and Edge.” Four of the only six skeletons you knew. Aside from G and Green, who you met earlier that day.

Everyone else perks up and studies you. “No kiddin’?” Fancy-Sans asks.

“Ya don’t look any different from humans ‘round here.” Fancy-Stretch comments.

Fancy-Blue looks uncertain. “HAVE YOU RUN INTO THIS WORLD’S VERSION OF YOU?”

“WHY WOULD A HUMAN BE PULLED THROUGH THE MACHINE?” Edgy-Blue scoffs.

“WE NEVER FIGURED THAT OUT.” Edge answers.

“Ya.” Red points you out to everyone else. “Ya fuckin’ vanished after two days.”

It sounds like he’s accusing you of something and the glare he’s leveled you with matches the glare from Edge. Several other gazes turn suspicious at the statement.

You just nod. “Yes. It’s a good thing I did too.” You explained, but honed in on Red when you continued, “I was hospitalized for three months.”

“WHAT?!” Blue and Papyrus shout at the same time. Their surprised shock seems to unnerve many of the others in the room and when you turn to reassure your friends, you’re pulled part-way from the chair as Papyrus hugs you.

“What are you talking about, hon?”

“Why didn’t you call us, kid?”

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!”

You chuckle in Papyrus’ arms and pat them to ask for him to release you. He does, gently lowering you back into the chair but stands close behind you when you face the table again.

“Relax guys, I’m fine now. Obviously.” You wave a hand over yourself to show how very alive you currently were. “That was two years ago and things have settled down quite a bit.”

“But what happened? Why were you in the hospital?” Stretch worries.

“AND WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US SOONER!” Blue argues.

You raise both hands in a mix of defense and apology. “I’m sorry guys, but I didn’t want to tell anyone at the time or until recently.” You look to Sans. “Remember how, when we all showed up, everyone had various headaches or reactions to the travel?” Sans and Stretch both nod their heads.

“Ya,” Red interjects, “you were fuckin’ unconscious half the time.”

“I know.” You state. “I got scared and called a taxi at two in the morning to take me to a hospital since everyone was too busy trying to figure things out at first.” You give a pointed look to Sans and Papyrus, who flinch and blanch at the look. “I understand why you didn’t want anyone out of the house at the time, but I was severely struggling with my health.”

Sans and Paps look guilty at your explanation and Stretch and Blue share a worried look. Before anyone else speaks, you continue.

“I listened to the doctors and nurses while I was under their care. Didn’t recognize half of what they were saying but I made sure to remember as much as I could. They had to transfer me twice to larger hospitals because my body was struggling so much to adapt to this place.” Now you give Sans and Papyrus forgiving glances. “Know that I don’t blame you guys for anything, okay? But I almost died several times.”

That makes Blue and Papyrus give worried cries and they each move around the table to gather you in a hug between them. With arms pinned to your sides, you try to return their hugs as best you could.

“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU ALMOST DIE? ARE HUMANS SO WEAK TO NEARLY DUST FROM A SIMPLE HEADACHE?!” Edge looks like he takes personal offense to this knowledge.

“She has stated earlier that it was the magical energy of this world that was attacking her body.” Green tries to explain while you’re still held hostage in Blue and Papyrus’ arms.

“She came into Sans’ office earlier and said that her body was changed by coming here, so much so, that she doesn’t think she can be returned home.”

There were a few gasps around the room, including from Blue and Papyrus who immediately hug you tighter, winding you.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? ARE YOU SAYING THAT WE COULD BE STUCK IN THIS PATHETIC WORLD BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT US HERE?!” Edgy-Blue shouts, presumably, at Sans.

“We didn’t notice any problems by coming here.” Fancy-Stretch states.

“AND CERTAINLY NO ACHES AND PAINS FROM THE SUDDEN TRAVEL.” Fancy-Blue adds.

“Guys, please!” You shout from your containment. The excitable skeletons release you back into the chair but stay close. Blue takes hold of one of your hands. “Calm down guys. Let me explain further.” You take a breath and look to the pair in the back with stars and constellations on their clothes. They stand straighter under your attention but watch you with worry in their sockets. “I asked Sans if there was anyone with advanced knowledge of Space. Is that you two?”

They both nod, the Papyrus adding on, “YES! IN OUR WORLD, WE LIVE IN SPACE!”

You give a noise of interest. “Really? Cool. We will need to talk more then to get some details, but, “ You open the thin file folder you had brought with you and push the collection of your notes around the table. There’s notes of various things you studied in your time away from the skeletons that brought you here, but you make sure the Monsters from Space get your notes on the galaxy and solar system that you took.

“These are a few of the notes I took over the two years. Each one based on a question I had or something I took notice of.” You slide some of your health notes to Green when you see they peak his interest. “One thing I learned is,” You point to the Galaxy notes in the Space-Sans’ hands, “My world is from a different Galaxy. An entirely different planet.”

That gets surprised gasps, shocked shouts, disbelief, and various murmured conversations start up at once. You smile at the chaos you created, but point to your Galaxy notes again and shout.

“This world has, what I believe to be, my home galaxy marked as M-37. Nicknamed, Milky-Way.” You chuckle at that, “Which is funny, because that’s what we called our Galaxy too. We even nicknamed this Galaxy, Andromeda. Funny how that works out, huh?”

“SO YOU’RE NOT AN ALTERNATE SANS OR PAPYRUS?” Fancy-Blue shouts in awe.

“Nope.”

Space-Sans chuckles deeply. “ ‘Who brought the human?’ “, he repeats. He barks out a laugh and then starts laughing harder as the joke you had made finally sets in anew. Several other skeletons also start laughing at the new context of the joke.

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Reader is the Alien. Dun dun duuuunnnn

The starting idea was basically; The MilkyWay is a galaxy without magic and Andromeda is a galaxy with magic.

Part 1 Here

#wink writes #drabble #idea #undertale #underswap #mafiatale #mafiaswap #swapfell #outertale #reader-insert #alien

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drarrelie · 4 years

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Monster Musings

@hogwarts365 challenge, weekly prompts #354:

Wand

(Watcher)

Werewolf

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Laundry

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry — a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020.

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic 💙

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”What’s a werewolf?”

Teddy’s question catches me off-guard. I knew it would come one day. It doesn’t mean I’m prepared for it. I accept another clothes peg from the boy’s hand, sifting through several possible answers while I secure the sheet I’m holding to the clothesline.

If Andromeda had only let me, I would’ve dried her bedlinen by magic. However, she insists nothing could ever compare to the windswept freshness of drying your laundry the old-fashioned Muggle way, so the old-fashion Muggle way it is.

“Why do you ask?”

“Julia said they’re monsters.”

Julia. That’s Flint’s kid. They’re in the same class and… Fuck. Teddy’s only six. He shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like this yet.

“Come on, pup. Let’s take a break.” I draw my wand and conjure a bench for us to sit on. “Werewolves are not monsters,” I say once we’re seated, “no more so than any one of us.”

“But, Julia said… My dad…”

“Hey, listen,” I wrap my arm around Teddy’s tiny shoulders, pulling him closer. “Being a monster isn’t determined by what you are. It’s what you choose to be that counts. Yes, your dad was a werewolf. He was also one of the most caring, wonderful people I’ve ever met.”

“But…”

Teddy’s worried frown makes my heart ache. I glance over at Malfoy who’s sitting on the patio with his morning tea. The paper he’s been reading is in his lap, forgotten as those silver-grey eyes meet mine.

“You know Cousin Draco,” I say, waiting for Teddy to look at his newest hero before I continue. “Some people think he’s a monster, just because of the tattoo on his arm.”

“What? But he’s not…”

“He’s not, I know.” I feel Malfoy’s gaze prickling my skin and I know he’s listening in on our conversation. “He never was, and he never will be — just as your father wasn’t.”

Teddy seems to ponder this for a moment, and I let him.

“Okay,” he says eventually, jumping down from the bench and returning to the laundry basket, clearly satisfied for now.

I cast another glance towards the patio, just in time to catch an intriguing smile on Malfoy’s rosy lips.

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them — or any of the rest of my works — you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

#drabble #ficlet #Drabble challenge #challenge #365words #hogwarts365 #my drabbles #drabble writing #writing #harry potter fanfiction #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #teddy lupin #drarry #drarry fanfiction #drarry fanfic #Draco/Harry #harry x draco #draco X harry

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thepixelmoon · 4 years

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Perseus - The beginning of the end

Another Andromeda Six drabble featuring one of my travellers, Perseus Peg’asi, the day everything changed.

Disclaimer: The A6 crew, Vexx, Nerissa and the rest of the Peg’asi royal family all belong to @andromeda-six and Perseus is an original character created by me.

Warning: angst, guns, violence, gunshot wounds (not graphic), mentions of death.

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

With a frown, Perseus looks in the mirror and adjusts his ceremony attire, smoothing down any visible wrinkles in the dark blue fabric. His scarred face stares back at him in silent reproach, and he does his best to ignore it as he steps away.

Sorenn is getting married today. It is supposed to be a day full of happiness and cheer, bright smiles and nice food. Perseus is expected to be there for a change, but he’s decided he has other plans.

Vexx has been gone for a while, and nobody’s bothered to give Perseus a plausible reason for his disappearance. Perhaps he’s been transferred, they said. Maybe he got fired, others commented. But none of that feels right; he’s the closest thing Perseus has to a friend, and he refuses to believe Vexx would just leave without a word. He’s determined to find him, and this is probably the only chance he’s going to get in god knows how long.

As he determinedly makes his way towards one of the many passages that lead out of the palace, he checks that the hallways are empty before venturing further. So far he’s been lucky, but as far as luck is concerned, he knows it isn’t bound to last long.

“Perseus?” Nerissa’s voice snaps him out of his calculations as he’s getting ready to cross the corridor towards the big portrait of one of their ancestors.

He calmly stops in his tracks, his jaw tightening.

“Sister,” he turns to her, offering a small nod.

“What are you doing over here? The ceremony is about to start,” she asks, then glances over at the portrait painting. “Oh.”

She knows.

He follows her glance, then looks back at her to hold her gaze.

“I have to find him.” He straightens up, squaring his shoulders. “He can’t have just vanished. He has to be somewhere.”

Nerissa’s frown softens into a sad smile that almost makes Perseus recoil in anger.

It’s full of pity.

“Does it have to be today?” she simply asks, making no attempt at stopping him. “Sorenn is excited to have you there. You’re his little brother.”

“Funny how I’m his little brother today, and not for the past twenty-three years of my life.” He gives a bitter laugh, the repressed anger slowly bubbling up inside him. “Where was he the day our dearest father almost cut my bloody face in half? Where were Auberon and Ecko, Noa, or Elettra? Apart from you, where was everybody?” his voice keeps rising with each question, echoing off the walls.

Nerissa doesn’t flinch, though. She’s practically raised Perseus, since their parents seemed to often forget he even existed, as did most of their siblings. She knows him too well to be scared in the face of one of his outbursts, and it’s also because of it that she knows it’s pointless to try to convince him to stay.

“Perseus, I—”

“Save it. Don’t try to excuse them. Don’t excuse him,” he snarls through clenched teeth. It’s pretty obvious who he’s referring to.

With a tentative hand, Nerissa reaches into her pocket and produces a small, shiny silver ball that she places on Perseus’ hand before he has a chance to withdraw it. He eyes it with a frown.

“Why are you giving me the music box?”

“I know it was my gift for your eighteenth birthday, but if you’re doing to leave, I want you to have it. I want you to remember this, remember me, in case something happens.”

Perseus’ frown deepens.

“Why would anything happen? I’m just going to find Vexx, and then I’ll return.”

Nerissa smiles and shakes her head, closing his hand around the kitalphanite music box.

“Just keep it, will you?” she insists. “Please.”

There’s something in her eyes he cannot quite place, something that hadn’t been there before. A shadow, a sort of dread and sadness that make his skin crawl. Unwilling to give it any more thought, he slips the music box into his pocket and gives his sister a firm nod.

“I’ll… see you soon.” His voice almost breaks. Almost. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

She just nods in reply and places her hand on his cheek, gently swiping her thumb across it. The touch is gone in an instant, though, as Perseus quickly steps away and covers his head with a hood. He disappears into the shadows of the passage behind the portrait without a last glance or word, his scar throbbing with pain.

He’s about to reach the bridge that separates the Gold and Silver Districts when it happens.

The ground shakes and rumbles beneath his feet, the sudden echo of an explosion resounding through the city. When Perseus whips around to locate the source of the noise, his breath dies in his throat.

Half of the palace has been blown up and the other half is almost completely engulfed in flames; the windows shattered, the walls collapsed, the trees in the gardens uprooted.

A string of ear-splitting screams reaches Perseus’ ears as the people around him realise what just happened. Some run past screaming, dragging little children behind them, while others stand and stare in horror at the enormous chaos unfurling before their very eyes.

The sound of gunshots is what snaps Perseus out of his shocked trance. Masked strangers in all-black uniforms are opening fire against all the Orsanna Guard officers they come across, as well as any civilians nearby. Bodies fall limp to the ground and Perseus doesn’t think twice before making a run for it—he can’t go back to the palace, so he rushes to the bridge, dodging a few bullets as he goes.

Grenades fly into the buildings and houses, many of them blowing up at the same time. Perseus’ ears are ringing heavily as he tries to find some cover to avoid getting crushed by the debris. He jumps over a fallen tree trunk and sprints towards the bridge, breath coming out in short gasps, until something makes him stop.

In the midst of all the chaos, a child is crying helplessly, clutching her mother’s dead body. She can’t be older than four or five.

“Mum! Mummy, wake up!” she calls, gently shaking her mother.

Those who are still alive or not badly injured are heading for the bridge, paying no mind to the poor child. Perseus’ heart seizes in his chest as he spots one of the masked attackers pointing their gun at the little girl from the other side of the street, and before he knows it he’s grabbing a brick and tossing it at their head. It smacks them right in the face and they fall backwards, their gun slipping from their hands.

Perseus wastes no time. He crosses the street, scoops the little girl up into his arms and takes the attacker’s gun.

“No! No! Mummy!” she screams, tears sliding down her face as they leave the body behind. “Let me go!”

“We have to go!” Perseus replies, running as fast as his legs can manage.

He doesn’t recognise his own voice. He hasn’t sounded so terrified before.

The bridge eventually comes into view. By the time they reach it, the little girl is clinging to his neck like a lifeline, but Perseus manages to set her down on the ground.

“You have to run now, as fast as you can, and don’t look back,” he tells her, breathless. “No matter what, don’t look back, understood? Go somewhere safe, and—agh!”

A searing pain cuts through his left calf, the sound of a gunshot echoing around them. Some stray bullet must have finally hit him. Groaning, he’s forced onto his hands and knees as little spots of light dance in the corners of his eyes.

“Go now!” he screams, reaching out and pushing the little girl into the crowd. “GO!”

Sobbing, the little girl hesitates for a moment, but later does as told and takes off, disappearing into the mass of people crossing the bridge. Perseus focuses on breathing deeply through clenched teeth, gripping the gun tightly in his left hand. If only he could lean on something to get back on his feet…

His vision is starting to become blurry as he drags himself towards the bridge, the concrete burning hot under his fingertips and the smell of dust and gunpowder flooding his senses.

His whole family is dead. Nerissa, his brothers and sisters, the King and Queens. All the officers in Orsanna’s Guard. Vexx, too, probably, if he was still in Silta Vie.

He has nothing left. Literally everything and everyone he thought he had is gone, and he’s lying face down in the concrete with a (probably nasty) bullet wound in his leg.

He’d laugh at the irony of it if he had the strength to do so.

He cries instead. The pain, the loss, the loneliness suddenly weighing down on him are unbearable.

He can’t move; the pain running up his leg is too much. It’s starting to become limp, so he refuses to take a look at it because he knows it’s not looking good.

He remembers the sorrow in Nerissa’s eyes just a few moments prior, the warmth of her hand against his cheek when she stroked it. The fact that that’s the last memory he’ll ever have of his sister is enough to make him scream in agony.

There’s another explosion, a much bigger one, and a lot closer to him. Perseus’ ears start ringing again as pieces of concrete and rubble fly in every direction, barely missing him. The shock wave that comes after is huge, so much that he has to cover his head with his arms to prevent any further damage as his body is rolled backwards against the ruins of a nearby building.

Still unable to hear a thing, Perseus forces his eyes open to see what’s going on.

The bridge has collapsed. The explosion must have been what destroyed it.

Smoke and dust fill his lungs as Perseus tries to draw a breath, causing him to cough and retch. Black spots start to dance in his vision as he leans back against the concrete, his body going limp.

Who would do this?

It’s suddenly really hard to keep his eyes open.

Who would think they have the right to decide who lives and dies?

Darkness envelops him. He feels like he’s a sinking ship in the middle of the sea. He wants to speak, scream, yell. But nothing comes out.

Is this how I’m going to die?

I don’t want to die.

A beat.

“Here! There’s someone here!” a voice calls, far away. “He’s alive!”

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