#calderon x traveler

[dontwritemeoff]

making breakfast for june, cal, damon, and bash!

I have been brainstorming domestic moments that might have occurred in like the time between Orion and Tilaarin and when this struck me I was just like :O

This is each member separately, but I do think a big crew breakfast would be a fun thing to write as well

I am fs planning to finish this with Ryona, Aya, and Vexx!! I just wanted to get something out since I’ve been working on this for like 3 days lol

TW: food mention

JUNE

We know that this man canonically barely sleeps but we don’t really know his eating habits? So for the sake of this he gets hungry just as often as anyone else lol. 

You don’t actually set out with the intention of making breakfast for him. It’s actually sweeter than that: you simply integrated him into your morning routine. When making yourself breakfast (and this is a morning where you have time for more than just some water and granola, you like actually cook), you find yourself already considering June’s needs. You hadn’t seen him in the hallway, and you’d gotten up fairly early, so you assumed he was still in his room. Whether he was actually asleep or not, who knows.

You debated whether to eat yours first and just wait for him to come into the kitchen eventually or take it to him, and decide on the latter since you were also hoping for a private moment with him away from the mayhem of being full time mercenaries.

Transferring the food you’d cooked into some more portable dishes, you exit the kitchen and make your way to June’s door. With your hands full, you knock on the door with your elbow, and while awkward it gets the job done. You can hear some shuffling behind the door and then June answers in some comfortable pants and a shirt you can tell he hadn’t been wearing prior to five seconds ago. 

He answers on high alert but then his eyes soften when he sees you. 

“(YN), good morning, um, to what do I owe this surprise?” He asks, smiling softly yet still quirking his eyebrow. 

You smile and hold up the food you’d made, steam still wafting slightly from the top of the bowls. “I made breakfast and hoped to have a quiet morning in with you!”

“You made me breakfast?” He asks, as if that isn’t obvious from the two portions you’re holding and the invitation to eat some with you.

“Oh, well I guess I did,” You respond, “I wasn’t really thinking about doing anything special, I was just already thinking about you and made you some without thinking.”

He looks surprised for a moment before smiling deeply, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “Come inside, I was thinking about you too.”

While it’s a bit cramped trying to both eat off from his desk, and he only has one chair that he all but forced you to sit in, insisting that standing was no problem, you both find yourself occupied with thoughts only about how happy this companionship makes you. 

During his light rant on the proper storage of Lizzie’s food and how Damon keeps taking it out of the fridge even though he knows that it needs to stay cold, you take his hand and run your finger along a fresh, but albeit, small cut. You’d reached out without really thinking about it, and June cuts off his sentence preemtively.

“Are you not using the cream that Ryona gave you for these cuts? It doesn’t seem like this has healed much since yesterday. You know you should be doing that,” you scold, despite there being no anger behind your voice.

He blushes just slightly, barely visible with his tanned skin and the greenish tint to his blood. He averts his gaze but you know he’s guilty.

“It’s not that big of a deal and my hands are already so scarred anyways, I don’t see how they could look any worse,” he deflects, and from the look of sadness that passes over your face he knows he’s said something wrong. He just wanted to keep you from worrying about him.

“June,” you start earnestly, “you do realize that I love you, wholeheartedly and completely, and that includes all your scars, external and internal? I will always accept you just as you are, and care for you even for the most trivial things. I know that it must still be hard adjusting to this level of attention, but I will always remind you that I care about every small part of you.”

There’s a silence that follows that statement, as you see tears welling in his eyes. His brows furrow as he tries to process every word of your statement. Twice already today you’d cared about him as if it was second nature and now you’ve told him that he has your unconditional care and support. While he’d found trust and friendship with the crew of the A6, nobody had cared for him in this way, without judgement and as if it was like breathing. The feeling of it crumbled him, and he took you into his arms, cupping the back of your head with his hand as he buried his face into your shoulder.

And you hug him back just as tight, as with your arms you could squeeze the doubt and pain right out of him. While you hadn’t considered how much your small actions would mean to him, you wanted to convey how big your emotions were too. When June pulls himself back together again and pulls away from the hug, you smile and wipe his cheeks dry with your hand. 

“How about we go to the kitchen for seconds?”

CALDERON

With preparations for Tilaarin and the diplomatic nightmare of dealing with Alisa and Oppo simultaneously, you hadn't seen Calderon in a couple days, besides in passing where he gave you a soft look but kept walking.

While your time with Cal had been short, you knew this man as a workaholic with no sense of self care, and got it in your head to make sure he was taking care of himself, since he couldn't seem to do it himself. Before you went to bed you'd stopped by the bridge to make sure he wasn't still there and luckily only found Aya confirming the path to Tilaarin and making minor adjustments in the autopilot. Satisfied that Cal was most likely at least in his room, you went to bed yourself.

The next morning while making yourself something to eat you noticed a distinct lack of dirty dishes from Calderon. (At this point, you'd eaten with the crew enough to know who used what and Cal was extra particular with his items.) Sighing, you started up the stove to make sure that he ate something more than a handful of nuts or some plain bread.

Once you'd finished and plated both of your meals you realized you had no idea where he was. Most likely he was already awake doing god knows what, and you didn't have the energy to hunt him down. So, you picked up your com, took a deep breath, and called the shipwide line:

"Paging Captain Calderon Lynch, from Prince(ess) (YN) Peg'asi," you laugh inwardly at the formality that certainly wasn't necessary but conveyed urgency, "I need you to report to the kitchen."

You can hear Bash laughing from the hallway, and through your mild embarrassment hold out hope that Cal is even more embarrassed and that he'll arrive at least to chew you out.

You sit at the table, waiting in silence for a minute, when you hear the automatic door slide open and a peeved but blushing Calderon step in.

"To what do I owe this, pleasure," Cal begins, "your majesty." You know that if it has been anyone but you, he would already be yelling, or even more likely wouldn't have entertained the request at all.

"No need to have a stick in your ass so early, Captain," you tease back, "and I'll have you know that your continued well-being is of utmost importance so I believe my call portrayed the exact right amount of urgency."

"And what is your concern with my well-being?" He asks, leaning against the counter with the air of someone with undeserved confidence.

"Well, and I don't know for sure as a [Tilaari/Kitalphan/fellow human], but I believe people need to eat to live and if you don't do that for long enough it's not good for you."

You gesture towards where the breakfast is already beginning to cool and raise your eyebrows suggestively.

"Do you think you need to take care of me?" Calderon sighs, though there's no defensiveness in his voice and he takes a seat.

Taking the seat next to him, you take his hand in yours and near force him to look you in the eyes. "It's not about thinking I need to, it's that I want to. You're someone important to me, and the rest of the crew, and you can't be the one sacrificing himself for others. We're in this together, ok?"

Calderon swallows the lump in his throat and nods, determined not to cry at such a small gesture. But in the back of his mind he thinks, when was the last time someone's done even something this small for him? Squeezing your hand, he releases it to grab the fork and take a bite, smiling at your anticipatory face for his reaction to the food.

"It's wonderful, (YN)."

DAMON

I imagine with Damon is less of you making him breakfast and rather making it together. We already know he can cook and bake pretty well, so I'd like to think he makes himself nice meals as a way to have something he can control. So when one morning you're both entering the kitchen at the same time, he quirks you a smile and asks, "You come here often?"

"Not as often as I probably should," You respond, reaching around him to open the fridge. When he sees you pouring yourself just a bowl of cereal he furrows his brows a bit and then sighs.

"Is that all you're having?"

"Um. Yeah? What, is there something else I should be eating?"

Damon pauses, an inscrutable look on his face, then sighs resignedly.

"You ever cook in that palace or did you have a personal chef to do it all the time?" He teases, but steps aside from the stove so you can see what he's doing.

"Uh....I never really made anything, but sometimes I'd sneak into the kitchens to get a midnight snack or extra food. I don't think that counts though."

Damon let's a breath out of his nose in laughter and says, "No, I wouldn't count that as cooking. But I know a thing or two about stealing food, too."

You swat his arm but feel a pit in your stomach. Was it pity, sympathy, or simply sadness that he had to experience such desolation? You shake the thoughts off and lean closer to him, either to see better or to simply get closer. The reason doesn't matter.

"So what are you making?" You look at a greased frying pan and a mixing bowl filled with what you think is a mixture of eggs, milk, and cinnamon.

"Well I was going to just make myself a plate of eggs and call it a day but I figured if I'm teaching you then I might as well make something nice. You ever have French toast?" He takes a...whisk? You weren't sure, like you'd said, you didn't have much experience with cooking. He hands the whisk to you and says, "Here. Mix until it's all one consistency. I'll let you know when you've gotten there."

You hold the side of the bowl and begin mixing like your life depends on it. Maybe it was your pride making up for the fact that you felt so inexperienced compared the rest of the crew. What you didn't know was that that would cause the mix to start spraying everywhere.

“Hey! ‘The hell you do that for?” Damon shouts in surprise as he gets egg and milk in his hair.

“I! Um! I thought you had to mix it really hard?” You say guiltily, setting the whisk down as gently as possible. 

“What? No, these ingredients are mostly liquid! They’re just to soak the bread in!” He says, swiping his hands through his hair. When he sees your dejected look, he purses his lips and puts the whisk back in your hand.

“Here,” he puts his hand over yours, “We’ll mix together. See, nice and gentle, just with enough force to break the egg yolks.” You can feel the callouses on Damon’s hands as he holds one of yours stirring the whisk and the other is over your hand holding the bowl.

“Ok,” you say quietly, since his chest is pressed against your back, “and what next?”

“Well, we let the bread soak while we make some [coffee/tea/drink of choice].”

The rest of breakfast is made without any more spills, mostly you observing Damon but he does let you flip the toast in the skillet, laughing lightly at your surprise when the uncooked side begins to sizzle. When you’re finished and both sitting down to eat, you smile widely at him. You’re extremely grateful for his patience with you, and not just today. Adjusting to life as a not-so-ordinary person has certainly not been easy, but after his apology he’d been nothing but gentle, though he’d never admit it.

“Thank you for teaching me this, Damon. I hope you’ll let me learn more from you.”

“I, uh, it’s really no problem,” he says, pointedly looking at his plate as he picks at his food, “It’s nice to have someone to do this with anyways.”

BASH

Bash is another member of the crew known for his baking prowess, so I think he’d make something really nice once a week that he can eat off from for the rest. Like meal planning but for like an oatmeal bake lol.

He keeps his portions labeled neatly (well, not all that neatly but you can certainly tell they’re his from the doodles that accompany his name) in the fridge, and he has lots of fun mugs to drink from, one matching your own “I <3 Cursa” mug. This particular morning you can see steaming tea coming from a mug that has clip-art of tools on it and says, “Kiss The Mechanic” in bright pink lettering, and you know it has to be his, though you have no idea where he would have gotten it. There were a few very specific gift shops on Chrono, however, that seemed like they had something for everyone. You had to stop him from buying you a T-shirt covered in words that started out reading, “I have a kick-ass biomechanical boyfriend, and yes, he bought me this shirt.”

Since the tea in the mug was still hot, you knew that Bash had to be around somewhere, though he wasn’t currently in the kitchen. Knowing at that point his habits for breakfast, you took out one of his portions from the fridge and set it on the plate to microwave (? I have no clue what cooking would look like in the future). 

While waiting for that to finish, you rummaged around in the fridge for something for yourself, finding some fresh fruit that Ryona had picked up on Chrono, with a note that said “for sharing but do not eat it all!!” and laughed. You knew for sure that even if she hadn’t labeled it, she would have made an exception for Bash. Taking the carton of fruit out of the fridge you, spoon some onto Bash’s oatmeal to give it some more flavor and set it on the table before making a bowl of fruit for yourself. You hear the doors swish open as Bash walks in, yawning. It takes him a moment to process that his food was already warm and waiting for him on the counter.

He looks at you and then back at his food. “Did you do this?” He asks, before picking it up to smell it.

“Um, yes? Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it.”

“Oh,” he starts, “Well, uh, thank you. How did you know that was what I wanted?”

“Bash, you eat the same thing every morning and the containers are covered in your name. Plus, while I may be sheltered, I know how to operate a microwave.”

He picks up his bowl and mug and takes a seat next to you. He then eyes the fruit in his bowl and the fruit in his. “Is this Ryona’s?”

“Yes, but she said she’d share. Do you not like it? I’m sorry I put some in without asking, I thought you’d like the extra flavor.”

“Oh! No no, I love it, I just, I don’t know. I’m not used to people caring for me. Sure, the crew cares about me but, I never had someone taking care of me growing up, and when I was under the care of the Archangels it was because I couldn’t take care of myself. It felt more like a debt I’ve yet to pay back. So I guess when it’s something small and out of the goodness of someone’s heart I just don’t really believe it. Not that I don’t believe you and your feelings! But, my brain doesn’t want to, you know?”

You smile at his ramblings, he always manages to make you smile.

“Sebastian,” you say with a fake stern voice, causing his eyes to widen, “I don’t just do this out of the goodness of my heart but the love in my heart. I pay attention to you and your habits and want to take care of you because I love you. It’s that simple, and I’ll keep doing it until you and your silly brain of yours believes it.”

He takes your hand and raises it to press a kiss to your palm. 

“I love you too, (YN). I hope you’ll let me take care of you too.”

#damn june's kinda got away from me BUT i still rlly like it :) #damn it!! i thought i could do the whole crew but i just kinda wanna get this out #i will finish with the rest of the crew i promise!! #also i wrote cal and damons at work so i hope they're good lol #perks of a semi-office job #june x reader #june x traveler #june a6 #june nyux #juniper nyux #calderon lynch #calderon a6 #calderon x reader #calderon x traveler #damon x reader #damon x traveler #damon reznor #damon a6 #bash x reader #bash x traveler #bash a6 #sebastian ilihaj #bash ilihaj

[full---ofstarlight]

Selene Peg’asi && Calderon Lynch :: Andromeda Six 

Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out

Ship Aesthetics | OC Aesthetics 

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #calderon lynch #yes i finally caught up #and i just #have a lot of affectionate feelings #andromeda six oc #traveler x calderon #calderon x traveler #char selene peg'asi #selene x calderon #oc aesthetics #ship aesthetics

[commander-krios]

I got this amazing piece of art of my A6 Kitalphan Traveler, Daianira Peg'asi, and her Captain, Calderon Lynch, from the fabulous @emedeme. Thank you so much, dear. The colors, the mood, the way he holds her chin, it's all so perfect. <3

#art for me #emedeme #art commissions #andromeda six #a6 art #a6 traveler #a6 #oc: daianira #calderon lynch #daianira x calderon #f!traveler #f!traveler x calderon

[eluvisen]

here we are untouched forever

Fandom: Andromeda Six

Characters: Calderon Lynch/Traveller

Rating: G

Summary: After their narrow escape from Orion, Adelis can’t sleep. Neither can Calderon.

—

Punching the access panel, Adelis stalks out of her cabin with itching eyes. Tired past the point of sleep, she’s done. Done with tossing and turning on her bunk. Done with the tightness in her chest that won’t go away, and the thready beating of her heart. The Andromeda Six is dark and quiet in the lull of its night cycle, finally silent after the chaos of their escape from Orion. Her skin prickles in the stillness, expecting to feel the hull shudder as they’re pulled out of hyperspeed by Zovack’s hounds. 

She hopes the bombs killed every last one of those bastards.

Seeing light spilling from the galley, Adelis heads towards it. Her legs ache at the movement, as does the rest of her, if she’s being honest, but she doesn’t stop until she reaches the threshold. Calderon sits at the galley table with a holo-pad by his elbow, but the man himself is just staring into space, chin resting against his doubled fists. The soft glow of the galley lights emphasises his broad shoulders, but leaves grey shadows under his furrowed brows and in the hollow of his cheeks. For the first time since they met, he looks tired.

Adelis drags her knuckles against the doorframe. Calderon tenses, one hand straying in the direction of a pistol he isn’t wearing before his eyes meet hers.

His gaze is shadowed under the dim lighting strips, and she can’t read the heat in them. “Still awake, stowaway?”

She pads towards him. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Calderon cocks an eyebrow, one corner of his mouth kicking up. “Only one of us is a stowaway on this ship.”

Adelis growls a little, and his chuckle morphs into a cough. Reaching his side, she leans a hip against the table, and can’t help but reach out to touch his shoulder. The fabric of his jacket is crisp fabric under her fingers, and she traces the line of his bicep, feeling solid muscle beneath. 

Real. He’s real, and this is real, and she isn’t bleeding out in a forest clearing, hallucinating in her final moments—

A dip forms between Calderon’s eyebrows as he looks up at her. “How are you doing?”

Her lips quirk, not quite enough for humour. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

Calderon shoots her an irritated look, but his eyes are clear and blue and see too much. “All right, smartass. I was reviewing the requisitions list for Chrono.”

From the day Adelis first stepped onto the bridge, those eyes could knife through her every defence, leaving her excruciatingly exposed. She has to fight the urge to squirm as she hunts for a deflection. “By staring at the galley wall?”

He scowls. “I was thinking. Until someone interrupted me.”

“If you see this terribly rude interrupter, let me know and I’ll sock them for you.”

This time, Calderon breaks into a smile, and she has the satisfaction of hearing his laugh—short but strong, filling the galley for an all-too-brief moment. “Your turn. What are you doing up?”

[Read on AO3]

#writing #andromeda six #calderon lynch #calderon lynch x traveler #human traveler #adelis peg'asi

[rainidayss]

Aphrodite (A Damon and Ester Snippet)

Just a silly little thing I jot down after discovering the origin of Damon's name.

Warnings: None

Setting: Tilaarin (Epi 7-8?)

Damon and Ester walk relaxedly, side by side, the sun slowly setting in the distance. Damon stretched; sparring with Nerissa was actually tiring. He had to admit that she knew her way around a blade; flopping into bed seemed very appealing right now. Damon glanced at Ester, whose head was tilted downward, auburn hair tickling his eyelashes. He looked lost in thought.

He nudged Ester’s shoulder, saying, “Keep doin' that, and your brain’s gonna burst one day.”

Ester blinked as if coming out of a daze and looked around at him, “Oh, sorry. I was just reflecting.”

“On what?” Damon asked.

“Some stuff Alisa said,” Ester replied, then his lips twitched into a smile, “...She said she’d hunt me down if I hurt you. I don’t see why she should be teasing you about being protective.”

Damon shook his head, “Somehow, I’m not surprised.”

Ester laughed softly, “You really care about each other. She’s like your very own Pythias, huh?”

Damon tilted his head in confusion, “My what?”

“Pythias,” Ester repeated, “From the story?”

“Still no clue what you're talking about.”

“Damon and Pythias,” Ester made a dramatic gesture with his hands. “It’s an old human story. Greek. It’s the origin of your name. You didn’t know?”

Damon rolled his eyes, but it was affectionate, “There’s only one nerd outta the two of us, and it isn’t me.”

Ester whapped Damon on the shoulder lightly, and Damon grinned.

“Well, put simply, Pythias and Damon were close friends, and one day, a tyrant king accused Pythias of going against him and said he was to be executed. Pythias accepted his fate but asked if he could travel to his homeland first to close his affairs and say goodbye to his family. The king refused, but Damon, seeing how important this was to Pythias, said that the king could take him hostage until Pythias came back. The king agreed and said that Damon was to be executed in Pythias’s stead if he did not return. Pythias left, and soon, the deadline for his return started to arrive. The king grew impatient, but just as Damon was about to be executed, Pythias returned. He apologized and explained that he had been captured by pirates but had fled the ship by jumping into the sea and swimming for hours until he found shore, desperate to come back and save his friend. Touched by the pair’s friendship and loyalty to each other, the king let them both go free,” Ester turned to look at Damon, cheek flushing faintly, “It’s a bit of a fairytale ending, but the story grew popular, and Damon and Pythias became known as an icon of loyalty.”

Damon stared at Ester, “How the hell do you remember random stuff like this?”

Ester shrugged, “I don’t know. You interest me, and I suppose a passion for something helps me remember it.” This time, Ester flushed completely, “I-I mean, it interests me. I enjoy mythology, and Greeks played a big part in it—stop laughing!”

Damon bit inside of his cheek to quiet down his chuckling, “You're adorable, did you know that?”

Ester sped up, eyes fixed determinedly away from Damon and ears still bright red, “I’m never telling you anything ever again.”

Damon jogged closer to Ester, “Nooo, oh come on- don’t worry. You interest me too. And besides, if Alisa’s my Pythias, you’re my Aphrodite,” Damon said the last part in Ester’s ear, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Ester turned to make a face at him, and Damon started laughing again.

“You’re so cheesy,” Ester groaned.

“Sorry, I think you mean charming,” Damon raised his eyebrows.

Ester rolled his eyes but smiled all the same.

#andromeda six #a6 damon #a6 #andromeda six damon #andromeda six traveler #wanderlust games #andromeda sic fanfic #andromeda six oc #andromeda six fanafiction #andromeda six traveler x damon #damon reznor #calderon lynch #vexx serif #andromeda six bash #andromeda six fanart #andromeda six june

[starclast]

Sketch scenes 🌠💖

(P.S: ...This is one of my favorite scenes in the whole game :3)

#andromeda six #andromeda six fanart #andromeda six game #andromeda six damon #andromeda six cal #andromeda six calderon #andromeda six travelers #traveler #andromeda six mc #mcs #a6 #a6 traveler #a6 damon #a6 cal #a6 calderon #traveler x damon #traveler x cal #traveler x calderon #human traveler #tilaari traveler #sketch scenes #one unfinished sketch #traditional drawing

[kat-crow]

ok so I know the creators have faceclaimed Liam Hemsworth for Calderon but have we considered Calahan Skogman??literally the same guy

#HE LOOKS SO MUCH MORE LIKECAL #EVEN HIS VIBES AS MATTHIAS IN SHADOW AND BONE #nina x matthias is so similar to the traveler x cal... #im just saying #andromeda six #calderon

[siribaes]

IN OUR PAST LIVES ( Part 1 )

Dario Sepúlveda x blackfem!reader (OC — Nina Fuentes)

“During his quest to find Griselda, Dario reunites with an old friend in Miami—”

PARING: Friend/ “Former Client” to Lovers

SUGGESTED TUNES💿: Mack the Knife (cover) by Tito Puente, La Plena Bomba Me Llama by Celia Cruz & Tito Puente, Yerbero Moderno by Celia Cruz, Abayarde by Tego Calderon, Una Noche Mas by Yasmin Levy

CONTENT: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, Cursing, Some racist language/ideologies (reference to La Perra Negra & the story takes place in late 1970s so you know, not the most foward-thinking of times), the main character is a sex worker, use of the Spanish language, star-crossed lovers-esque elements, references to death, drugs, trafficking, Cartel activities, or*l (fem & alluded to male receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, Fluff, Dario being lowkey a soft boy, *Unedited/Not Proofread

AUTHORS NOTE: uhmmm who else has seen alberto guerra in griselda??? 👀 it’s a great show highly recommend everyone go watch! alberto being shirtless is just an added bonus, so basically this is slightly AU-ish in this fic dario travels back to miami twice (i think i can’t remember lol) before “finding” griselda—full stop bc spoilers but yeah. the OC is a former sex worker, and Afro-Colombian/Latina (faceclaim is Yaya DaCosta <3), but yeah i hope y’all enjoy :) 💖

Medellín, Colombia - Spring 1976 (The Past)

The weather was in a particularly odd flux. For most of the day, heat raged on like an unrelenting wave, the weatherman reported scorching temperatures, a whopping, almost record breaking 101 degrees. Medellin quickly became a ghost-town, people sought refuge from the unbearable temperatures. The heat trickled its way into the evening, until around 9 or so, storm clouds suddenly swirled the sky, then, boom, a torrential downpour. The rain came down in violent pelts, hitting everything and anything insight. However, as quickly as the storm came, it went. The temperatures went down, the rain aided in crispness in the air. The wind swept through the streets and neighborhoods of Medellin, with coolness and airiness that was necessary, relieving.

Relief was exactly what Nina needed.

With the scorching temperatures, it brought a particular irritation with her clientele. It was like the hotter it became, the meaner they were. One of her regulars, Mr. Moneybags (an older gentleman, who happened to be very, very, generous with his wealth.), who was severely punctual and only wanted oral. He was never rude, impatient or rough with her. Until today. He was late, storming into her room, barking orders for her get on her knees, and when Nina finally did give him what he wanted, all Mr. Moneybags could ramble on about was high rough day at the office and he needed to tame "La Perra Negra". To make matters worse, when Mr. Moneybags orgasmed, he cummed on her shirt (a brand-new halter top, made of fine silk and in the prettiest shade of coral, it wasn't cheap, it cost her 78 pesos.) and in her hair (pillowy-soft coils as someone told her once). That was a complete, no, no.

Mr. Moneybags was the first of her clients to receive a verbal lashing, but he wasn't the last. As the hours rolled by, each man arriving acting more brutish and egregious than the last. Nina handed out her lashings with ease, all for her to be met with the same insult, fuck you, Perra Negra. The heat only fueled her rage, so much that the one customer, who had some semblance of decorum, went soft in her mouth. He quickly scurried out, offering a sympathetic smile, and promised that he'll come back next week, when she felt better.

So, when the storm came, Nina was more than relieved. She got some reprieve from her finnicky clients, even though her room was tucked away on the further corner of the brothel, the rain seemed to drown out the noise from the other end of the compound. She was able to soak her stresses away in her tub, light a candle or two, slip on her favorite mini-silk robe, and actually rest. The raindrops served as a lullaby from Nina as she drifted off to sleep.

Now, at 2 AM, Nina sat in a chair on her small balcony. She people-watched from her small corner, relishing in the cool breeze the generously fanned over her skin. She more than deserved this peace and stillness after the shit she had to deal with. After a while, Nina became engrossed in this older couple blocks away, were dancing in the middle of the street. She was so enraptured with the couple she didn't even hear the door creep open.

A familiar scent drifted through the air, a blend of cinnamon, tobacco, cardamom, and strangely mint. Nina couldn't help the smile the curled onto to her lips, as heavy footsteps inched closer and closer.

"You left the door open,"

Nina smirked. "What if I left it open for you,"

"Hm. That's unlike you,"

Nina turned around meeting those soft, russet-colored eyes, she cared to enjoy so much. She playfully batted her eye lashes.

"Oh, Dario, you mustn't forget, you are my favorite customer," Nina purred. She rose from her seated position, and unabashedly took in Dario's appearance.

He was meticulously dressed, he wore neatly ironed, black slacks with a coordinating black dress shirt. A few buttons were undone, revealing a sliver of warm-tawny skin, and the ink-colored edges of a tattoo. Nina wondered sometimes what the fully tattoo would look like, or better, would she ever get to see it.

From the first night they met, Nina gathered that Dario was someone who took pride in their appearance. He was never sloppy, not a flick of dirt or dust sullied his clothes or shoes. Thick, brown tresses were combed and quaffed with care, while he maintained neatly trimmed facial hair. Even the way Dario carried himself was equally irresistible, he possessed a poise and calmness that was developed, cultivated, even. He was careful with his words, never speaking out of turn or without thought. He charmed his way into people's hearts, both old and young alike.

Dario was a true debonair. It was the perfect distraction from what he truly was, a hit man. El Sicario.

"You look thirsty," Nina strutted past Dario to the small bar along the wall inside, "Would you like a drink?"

''Not tonight,"

Nina tsked, "Where's the fun in that? You can't just humor me, I've had a terrible day and--"

"Enough Nina," She paused to looked over her shoulder at him. His brows were furrowed, as looked intensely at Nina. After a beat, Nina turned a back around, pouring some tequila in a glass. She turned back around, gesturing for Dario to speak. "I'm looking for someone," Dario pulled a photo out of his front pocket.

"Aren't you always," Nina sassed. She couldn't help it, she was enjoying seeing Dario a bit peeved, it was so refreshing to see, even Dario, el sicario himself, could be annoyed.

He shows her the photo, "Vincent Fernandez, you know him?"

Nina scans the picture, taking in the face of the man.

"Yes and no," Dario's eyebrow quirks, "His real name is Vincent, but nobody calls him that. He goes by Chuy,"

"Okay...Chuy, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, a few weeks ago. He was coming out of Carmen's room...now that I think about it, she was leaving with him. She carried a suitcase too. Haven't seen her since,"

Immediately, Dario balled up the picture, flinging at the wall. He began to pace and back forth, his left handed raked through his hair, messing up that of that beautiful handiwork.

Something thrummed inside of Nina as she watched Dario slowly lose composure. Dario’s beautiful features were twisted with frustration, his jaw was clenched, and eyes were blazed. He stopped pacing and stood next to a small coffee table with vase that sat on top. With hesitation, Dario snatched the vase and launched it at the wall. Ceramic shards exploded on impact, pieces flew everywhere in the process.

"FUCK!"

"What the hell is your problem!?" Nina rushed over, she brushed past him, and picked up a broken piece of the vase, "Fuckin' pendejo, this was a gift from a friend," She was seething, gearing up to cuss him out to fullest extent but she paused. On one of the broken pieces with a red speck. Nina's eyes drifted towards the floor, seeing a trail of red spots, the spots grew larger and larger, until there was a small pool of blood underneath Dario's hand. "...You're bleeding,"

"What?" Dario one step but Nina quickly stopped him.

"Stop! Stop, it's getting all on the floor. Go to the bathroom and rinse the cut. When your done there's a first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide in cabinet, grab it, and sit on the couch," Dario just stood there a bit lost in his eyes, "Vete! Go, now!"

Dario disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Nina in the mess he created.

---

"This is going to sting so keep still," The two sat next to each other on the couch. In one hand, Nina gently cradled Dario's hand, his wounded palm facing up. The other hand held a cotton ball soaked in Hydrogen peroxide. She slowly inched the ball towards the cut, when it the skin, Dario instantly hissed, moving his hand slightly. Nina pressed again, trying to be a bit softer than before, but Dario jerked his hand away again. Nina swatted at his stomach. "Ay! Stop moving,"

Dario finally complied, relaxing against her touch, letting her clean the cut. A quietness fell over them as Nina worked in a comfortable rhythm of wiping and dabbing.

"I'll make sure to pay for the vase," Nina stopped, looking up at Dario. There was a sincerity in his eyes, and something else...embarrassment maybe? "The least I could do, since you put up with shit all the time..."

Nina bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling, at Dario's gesture. She said nothing in return, but instead sat the used cotton balls to the side and reached for the roll of bandages. Nina couldn't make heads or tails of how she felt about Dario right. One part of her was agitated with him with how he broke her vase and how edgy he was being towards her all of the sudden. The other part of her was attracted to Dario, something about him losing control like that revved her engine. For once he wasn't so controlled and calculated, he was human, flaws and all.

"I know I'm not supposed to ask, but, why are you looking for Chuy?" Nina asked, slowly wrapped the bandages around Dario's hand.

To Nina's surprise, he answered. "He took something that didn't belong to him,"

"...Oh. Oh," Nina nodded realizing what Dario what he meant. Chuy had to have stolen a kilo or two of coke from them. Everyone in Medellin knew stealing from the Bravo family was a guaranteed death sentence. "Shit, I should've known..."

Dario shook his head. "It's not on you. The sneaky bastard managed to fool all of us, especially me,"

Nina chuckled nervously as she tucked the last strip of the bandage underneath a bottom layer.

"All finished," She slowly let go of Dario's hand to gather and put back her supplies, "I would give it a day before checking the cut to see if its healing. Just try to keep it your hands clean the best you can,"

Dario nodded. "Thank you,"

Nina smiled gently at him. She could feel his eyes on her as she bounced around and out of the room disposing of the trash and putting her supplies back. When she came back into the room, she found Dario relaxed against the couch looking outside. She followed his gaze up to the night sky. The normal starry, ink-colored sky was now filled with stormy clouds.

"It's going to rain again," Nina murmured, she returned to her spot next to Dario.

"How'd you figure?"

Nina pointed to the sky. "The clouds. Plus, the air is getting thick...y'know humidity,"

Dario laughed, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites, making Nina's heart skip a beat. He quickly quieted as a look of curiosity filled his expression.

"Where'd you learn to do that kind of stuff...like patch people up?"

"I guess I got tired of getting rug burns and bruises on my knees from giving head so much. It's bad for business,"

"That's fucked up,"

Nina shrugged. "It's a part of the job. I have to be perfect and presentable at all times. It's what sells the fantasy. So, I had to become my own doctor, learn how to patch myself up. I also learned, that if I was on my knees for too long, all the time, I wasn't doing my job correctly.

Dario tipped his head, scratching at his goatee, "Where the guys always that rough with you?"

"Someone is mighty curious tonight," Nina teased. She twirled a coil round her pointer finger, "but, to answer your question, no. Some tried to, but I was always on guard. I had to be, I'm the only black girl here...La Perra Negra. Before my regulars, most of the guys thought because I’m black, a morenita, that's I wanted. It took some threats and me pulling out my switch blade a couple of times, but they got the picture. Sometimes I feel bad for them...they’re so caught up in fucking me as a conquest, and not for their own pleasure. Typical men,"

Dario's brow quirked. "Typical?"

"You know what I mean. Most men when they have sex are either caught up in some ego thing, or only focus on pleasuring themselves they don't bother in pleasuring their partners, especially if the partner is a woman,"

"I suppose you're right,"

"You suppose? Do you feel the opposite?”

"Not entirely. You do have a point…I guess I’m not most men. I like pleasuring my woman,” Dario rasped. His pink tongue swiped at his bottom lip before continuing, “It turns me on to see her lose..composure ‘cause I’m fuckin’ her so good. I dunno it just gets me there. I could never get hard or cum without doing so,”

From the tops of Nina's ears all the way to the bottoms of her manicured toes, she ran hot. Her mind raced with flashes of images of her and Dario in the nastiest of scenarios. If she wasn't sure about being attracted to Dario, this solidified it. Despite her growing need to literally lunge herself at him, she pulled back. She needed to make him sweat.

"I guess there's some room for exceptions," Nina hummed, she readjusted herself, re-crossing her legs, make sure to give him a quick flash of her lacy panties. She secretly thanked her Orishas, when she saw Dario's eyes wander to her thighs.

"I had customer the other day," Nina continued, "Sweet guy, couldn't fuck to save his life, so I suggested get on top. I thought riding him would be better, but it wasn't. So, in a last-ditch effort, I closed my eyes and imagined it someone else..."

"Who did you imagine?"

"...You. I imagined you underneath me, fucking me. I fantasized about those beautiful brown eyes staring up at me. How it would feel to have your hands on me...all the things those hands could do. Like would you pull my hair, or grip my hips so hard that I would have bruises? Or, would you smack my ass while you stroked, deep inside me...even better would you hold my hands behind my back, while you played with my clit? Then, like magic, I came...I don't think I've cum so hard in my life—”

He cut her off with kiss. It was gentle and sweet. As Dario moved his lips, he gingerly swept his tongue against Nina’s lips savoring her taste. He snaked his arms around Nina’s waist, drawing her closer to him. A small whimper escaped Nina as Dario’s hands roamed her body. She felt her body hum with need as he rubbed and squeezed at her flesh. A smarting slap from Dario caused Nina to mewl breaking the kiss.

“Fuck! Dario,” Nina whined. She leaned her forehead against Dario’s. She pulled back to see Dario’s face fully, her heart rattled against her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Mi hermosa mariposa," Dario murmured, hands drifted up and down the sides of Nina's torso. She felt a wetness begin to pool beneath her, the more Dario caressed her.

“I want you,”

Dario smiled softly. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Nina nodded her hands reaching for Dario’s belt buckle, but he stopped her.

“It’s not about me tonight,” he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around him as he carried Nina to bed. Dario dropped her softly down the plush sheets. “It’s all about you,”

Nina could tell from the serious yet lustful glint in his eyes that Dario meant every word he said. She sat up on her elbows watching as Dario’s nimble fingers undid the belt of her robe. He pushed the fabric, revealing nothing but soft curves, rich brown skin and lacy fabric. With his pointer finger, Dario traced Nina's collar bone, dragging it down her navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps the further down he went. Nina's breath hitched in her throat as Dario's thumbs rubbed soft circles on the skin above the waistband of her panties.

"I like the way your eyes light up when I touch you, solecita,"

"Please, Dario. Enough games,"

Dario chuckled. He held her hips in place, sinking down to his knees.

"Patience," Dario held his gaze as he inched his head closer to Nina's clothed pussy. The two moaned in unison when Dario licked a stripe at Nina's clothed entrance. He continued on licking, probing, and mouthing her pussy. Moans fell helplessly from Nina's lips as she felt the lacy fabric rub against her clit. Dario relentlessly moved his tongue, spurring Nina on, she felt slick dripping downwards on her thighs.

"More. I need more, baby, please,"

It was like switch went off in Dario. He stopped all movement, as he just stared at Nina. Long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinked.

"Baby...say that again," he murmured.

"Baby," Nina cooed. She sat up, reaching for Dario, she cupped his cheek. He nuzzled her cheek, placing a kiss on her palm.

Then like a flash, Dario ripped Nina's panties a part. He skillfully gathered the torn shreds and flung them away. He dove straight for Nina's pussy. Despite his meticulous nature, when it came to pleasure Dario was sloppy. There was no spot or area left unattended. His tongue alternating between swirling and lapping Nina's clit. Dario's pace was so unrelenting, it sent Nina's body into throws of pleasure. Just when she felt the familiar coil in her belly, Dario pulled back, only to blow cooly onto her drenched pussy.

"B-baby, fuck!" Nina yelped aloud, her hands found themselves back into Dario's hair, as he returned back to her core.

He placed a wet kiss, creating a lewd smacking noise that echoed into the air. Dario dove back in, plunging his expertly skilled tongue into her entrance, fucking her. Nina felt like her entire body was on fire, completely blazed with pleasure as Dario relentlessly fucked her pussy. Her mind swirled feeling the familiar coil in her stomach become tighter and tighter.

"I-I'm gonna cum. Oooh shit," Nina panted. She pulled tighter at Dario's hair. "I'm c-cuming, fuckkkk!"

The coil snapped. Nina shakily thrusted her hips towards Dario's mouth, riding out her orgasm. Dario stayed still softly lapping up her cum, he did keep gentle hand on Nina's waist to steady her.

"Mhmmm, so good to me, baby, s'good," Nina loosen her grip on Dario's tresses, letting her arms fall back onto the bed.

Dario hummed appreciatively before pressing soft kisses on Nina's inner thighs. Her fluttered when she saw the slick sheen of her nectar glistening in Dario's mustache and goatee.

"You like when I'm good to you?" Nina could feel his grip on her thighs get tighter as he spoke. When Nina nodded instead replying, Dario slapped her thigh. "Words, Nina, I wanna hear you,"

"Yes!"

"Good. You gonna be good for me this time?" Nina hissed when two of Dario's fingers found her clit, rubbing taut circles.

"Yessss, I'll be good for you, baby!"

He quickly switched his technique, he plunged his fingers into her wetness. Nina whined at the squelching and lewd noises that her pussy made as Dario stroked in and out of her. Dario bent down and gave Nina searing hot kiss, he wedged his tongue inside of Nina's mouth, allowing her to taste herself.

"Please don't stop,"

"I won't mi amor, I can feel you...you close?"

"So close, baby, please,"

Dario slowed his pace down, giving Nina slower strokes, but drove deeper, and deeper every time. Her walls fluttered around his fingers when they met her oh so sweet spot. Nina's orgasm came swiftly as a fast-moving freight train. Her mind went blank, as she screamed out in pleasure. Nina's legs jerked and spasmed as her nectar flowed out in endless droves. Dario slowly slipped his fingers out, kissing the side of Nina's face as she reveled in the planes of ecstasy.

The two fell back into the bed. Nina snuggled up close to Dario's side, her fingers still tingly, traced the ink of his half-covered up tattoo. She looked out to the balcony. It was raining.

"I think we knew each other in our past lives..." Dario trailed, he kept his eyes towards the ceiling as spoke.

"As what? Enemies?" Nina teased.

"No," He sighed deeply, turning to meet her eyes. His face was open, vulnerable, Nina felt her heart flutter. "We were...something to each other, I know it..."

For the second time this night a quietness fell over them. They stared wordlessly at one another, as the raindrops lightly pelted outside. Nina didn't know what to make of Dario's sudden confession, or revelation. She did know that the way he looked at her in this moment, made her feel all mushy and gooey inside. Nina leaned in capturing Dario's lips into a passionate kiss.

"You know what I know," Nina purred parting from Dario's lips. She straddled him, reaching for his belt buckle, this time Dario didn't stop her. "Reciprocity...Can I have some more, baby?"

"Yes. Mi amor, in every lifetime."

#siribaesfics #dario sepulveda x blackfem!reader #dario sepúlveda x blackfem!reader #dario x blackfem!reader #alberto guerra fanfiction #griselda netflix fanficiton #black fanfiction #poc fanfiction #woc fanfiction

[autisticgirliesbracket]

What makes Lunella Lafayette from Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Lunella-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Lunella Lafayette and Casey Goldberg-Calderon grinning and pointing at each other. There are text boxes above them which read,

"super smart inventor at the age of 13 who has difficulty making friends... then she becomes a superhero! with the ACTUAL DINOSAUR who walked through an interdimensional time travel portal she built in her basement slash secret lab. shes silly :3"

"from op: first of all it's canon to the comics!! so I can only assume that Lunella is being written with 'tism in mind for the show. and the vibes are very much there, she's somewhat of a social outcast when the show starts (kids treat her weirdgirl genius as a display rather than treating her like a human person, asking her to solve a rubics cube behind her back, giggling at her when she infodumps, ect.) and she later admits to Casey that she's never made it all the way through a sleepover because she gets overwhelmed and goes home. she loves dancing and wiggling and music is very stimmy for her. what i mean is how the colours go all funky whenever there is a music sequence which is super cool art direction but i also choose to interpret it as a synesthesia experience which is often linked to autism!!!!" End ID.]

#autistic girlies bracket #autistic girlie masterpost #moon girl and devil dinosaur #lunella lafayette

[iavendcr]

NEW AMERICAN FAMILY HOME

my first build as a new content creator! i imagine this apartment suiting a teen who has just moved out of their parents place and is adapting to the independent lifestyle.

— Build Details —

• New American Family Home (on the gallery) • Price: $88,019 • Located: Bedlington Boathouse, Brindleton Bay • Lot Size: 20x20

— Packs Used —

• For Rent • Horse Ranch • High School Years • Cottage Living • Eco Lifestyle • Island Living • Get Famous • Get Together • Get to Work • Dream Home Decorator • Parenthood • Spa Day • Home Chef Hustle • Tiny Living • Laundry Day • Cool Kitchen • Perfect Patio • Book Nook • Bathroom Clutter • Everyday Clutter • Pastel Pop • Desert Luxe

— CC Used —

• QICC - Evergreen Balcony Set • QICC - Lively Living Room Set • symphony - Neutral and Aesthetic set • awingedllama - apartment therapy inspired stuff pack v2 • awingedllama - boho living stuff pack • Joyce - Simple Live Collection • NOOBOO SIMS - Book Nook Plants • oydis - Superpowered Calla Lilies • QICC - Sleek Hallway Set • Aira - Baby Set Part 1 • Aira - The Artist in Me • Aira - Woodenland Set • Aira - Wooden Clutter Set • awingedllama - nostalgia living stuff • Mechtasims x Kerrigan House Designs - Back To School • House of Harlix - Baysic • House of Harlix Baysic Bathroom • Mechtasims - Celosia Set • Charly Pancakes - the lighthouse collection • Charly Pancakes - lavish • Charly Pancakes - miscellanea • Charly Pancakes - modish • Charly Pancakes - soak • House of Harlix - Harluxe • Harrie - The Coastal Collection P1 • Harrie - The Coastal Collection P3 • Harrie - The Country Collection P2 • House of Harlix - Jardane • Kaiso - Rusti.co Office • kouzeesim - fun study • House of Harlix - Livin' Rum • House of Harlix - ORJÁNIC • peacemaker-ic - Roarsome Kids Bedroom • Pierisim - Auntie Vera's Bathroom • Pierism - CALDERONE bedroom • Pierism - The COLDBREW coffee shop pt. 2 • Pierism - David's Apartment P1 • Pierism - David's Apartment P3 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P1 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P2 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P3 • Pierism - Domaine du Clos P4 • Pierism - OAK HOUSE P5 • Pierisim - The Office mini kit • Pierism - UNFOLD • Pierism - WOODLAND Ranch P2 • simkoos - clutter dump • SIXAMCC - Boho-Bath Botanical Retreat • SIXAMCC - Kessler Kitchen • syboubou - Country Kitchen • syboubou - Dreamy • syboubou - Millenial • syboubou - Soren • syboubou - Traveller • Who Is Sage - Entryway Essentials Set

SPEED BUILD

#ts4 speed build #sims 4 #build sims #sims 4 download #speed build #speedbuild #sims 4 speed build #youtube #ts4 build #simmer #brindleton bay #the sims 4 #the sims 4 cc build #the sims 4 build #ts4 cc build

[musicallisto]

wip tag game

I was tagged by @heliads to share all the titles of pieces in my wip folder, and let my followers ask about any title they find most intriguing! half of these are random ideas floating in my head that I still haven't written anything for, so I'll tell you my idea but I'm afraid I can't give you any excrept to go off of

⌲ woven in the stars (prince friedrich x f!reader)

⌲ amigos con derechos (four-part javier peña x f!reader fic; the first chapter as of now is called clandestino)

⌲ jolly sailor bold (prince caspian x reader)

⌲ firework (calderon lynch x f!traveler)

⌲ all that light touches (helnik)

⌲ ketterdam (kaz brekker)

⌲ my soul in the arena (my life on the line) (aramis x f!reader)

⌲ let your hair down (newt x reader)

⌲ on a winter's day (nina zenik)

⌲ like a kid at a funfair (adam du mortain x detective)

⌲ amur waves (gleb vaganov, maybe like hints of gleb x anya. literally dk)

⌲ draw your swords (ernest sinclaire x f!reader)

⌲ i'll bless my homeland till i die (helnik)

⌲ castle in the snow (robb stark x f!reader)

tagging some of my writing besties & generally writers I love a lot <3 @amirahiddleston @ilylipgloss @ladyvesuvia @ddejavvu @destourtereaux @noesapphic @retvenkos (idk if you have singular wips aside from like rabbits and poets, but just in case! the world can never get enough of your writing)

#tag game #please pretend the bottom half have not been here for the literal past two years

[unknowngaytoaster]

Hi! I think a yandere traveller is a great concept, could you write headcanons where the traveller has kind of kept Calderon hostage (like keeping him from the crew, not letting him leave) and doing creepy yandere stuff and he escapes back to the crew and tells them what the traveller has done and the crew's reactions (I hope they believe him!). I hope this is specific enough, also I prefer male reader, but you can change it if you want.

(Wow, this ended up being my most favorite and longest headcanon request, around 800+ words, and I loved writing every word of it because I almost never see Yandere Reader stuff, so thank you for requesting hope you request again in the future)

Oh, what an unfortunate fate Calderon has brought onto himself.

Truly Cal doesn’t know what went wrong in your relationship that brought it to this point, did he not pay enough attention to you?

Or perhaps you were always like this and he didn’t notice, he honestly can’t tell.

He only started noticing you separating him from the others when you told him it wasn’t necessary for him to give the crew important files, and that you would send a messenger to do the job instead because they weren’t worth his time. (that was the first of many red flags he got from you)

Another occurrence was when he went to Damon to inform him of recent updates on your plans to help Cursa, only to get stopped by a personal guard of yours and ask if he had your permission to leave. The guard refused to let him through and Cal ended up having to go have a little ‘chat’ with you.

He felt that this incident was ridiculous, he was your right-hand man (you didn’t like the way he said it) and he had to ask for your permission to leave the castle?? You were the King for fucks sake they can’t make him ask you for everything like a lost pup!

That was until after he finished ranting and you told him that you were the one who personally implemented that rule.

“Excuse me?”

He was of course beyond furious and didn’t listen to you when you tried to explain yourself (which even you did, it would have done nothing to soothe his anger)

It didn’t take him long to attempt to leave and tell the crew about your recent possessive actions against you.

Who he finds first he’ll tell immediately

Ryona is concerned when she hears the news, her ideal course of action would be to inform the rest of the crew and confront you on the subject, that is until she realizes it’s a horrible idea.

If you're that possessive of Calderon and willing to break his boundaries in order to keep him for yourself who’s to say that you won’t lash out in order to show who’s the one in control...

June was confused to hear such things from Cal about you, sometimes Cal would exaggerate things to make them seem more serious than they actually were, but this didn’t seem to be the case. He doesn’t know how to help him but in his heart, he feels as if his distaste for your family is now resurfacing and is worse than it was before.

Ayame feels awful, while she knows it isn’t her fault she feels as if she should’ve noticed your behavior sooner, she tries to remember her every interaction with that could’ve even implied that you might do something as irrational as this, she’ll immediately tell Damon to get a plan started to take action. She wants Cal away from you as fast as possible.

Bash thinks he’s exaggerating...until he sees Calderon’s furious expression and realizes “Oh, he really is serious..” he tells the rest of the crew and considers Ryona’s idea of confronting you, but no one really knows if that’ll end well, so the second option is to run.

Damon takes it seriously because he knows Cal wouldn’t say something so odd without reason. In his opinion running away to another planet might be the best opinion if it’s really that bad but should be used only as a last resort. Once the plan is set into motion it’s not surprising that you try to interfere and threaten Damon that Cursa is still in your grasp since you’re its main supplier of resources. Alice is brought up in your conversation when you show how you’d really hate to waste all the time you put into Cursa and potentially harm its main ambassador, that is the point where Damon starts questioning his judgment of this grand escape.

Vex, while not actually officially a part of the crew he still considers him someone who can inform the crew of his personal issues and maybe even help him with his problems with you since he knew you in your youth, Calderon needs Vexx to tell him if you’ve always been like this or if it’s a recent change. When he finishes ranting he can’t help but notice Vexx’s distasteful expression and aura of false pity. Vexx was not the greatest person to talk to about this subject, his problem with ‘you’. Vexx loved you, hell he still does, and Calderon saying that he doesn’t want your love anymore when Vexx is the one who didn’t have a choice and lost that love by force. Vexx knows he can’t earn your past love again, but he can at least have your opinion of him be high enough that you’ll keep him by your side in your time of need. Vexx takes Calderon back to you by force, and his heart races when you grant him a higher position beside you, making all of his efforts worth it.

#andromeda six #calderon lynch #Calderon x traveler #Calderon x reader #a6 calderon #a6 vexx #a6 bash #a6 ryona #a6 ayame #a6 june #a6 damon #yandere traveler #I thought I would write more in the summer but my schedule ended up not being as free as I thought qwq #I can only hope this request reignites my love for Andromeda Six since I do have requests I progress but I just need to finish them qwq

[full---ofstarlight]

he’s cute when he blushes :3c

#andromeda six #calderon lynch #traveler x calderon #A6 #Selene x Calderon #:3c #this is the only screenshot i took but #look at him #i love when the stoic responsible guy gets all flustered

[commander-krios]

Some Harmless Fun

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Calderon Lynch/f!Traveler, Damon Reznor & Calderon Lynch Rating: Teen Summary: Damon is bored and when he's bored, things happen. Like driving his favorite Captain crazy. It's even more fun when he has a willing participant in it. Words: 2355 Additional Tags: Kitalphin Traveler, Pole Dancing, Temporary Amnesia, Pre-Peg'asi Reveal, Teasing, Jealously

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Damon watched with lingering amusement as the stowaway walked away from the bar, spine straight as she ducked beneath the curtain that separated the main bar from the strip club section of the Arc. Once she disappeared beneath the tattered cloth, Calderon’s shoulders tensed more than he thought was possible. The girl was driving their dear Captain insane and Damon didn’t think it was only because of her attitude.

Like a shadow, he took the empty seat beside Calderon, motioning the bartender for a refill. Tense silence settled between them so thick that Damon was positive he could cut it with a knife. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Captain ignored him, that perpetual grimace on his face.

“Looks like Red gave you a piece of her mind. Gotta say, surprised the girl has that much spirit.”

Cal glanced at him sharply, the beer in his hand hovering a few inches from his lips. “What did you call her? You know what, I don’t want to know.” With a sigh, he set the drink down, rubbing a hand down his face. “What do you want, Reznor?”

Damon tried to ignore the jab, a flash of irritation disturbing his otherwise jovial mood. “I want to know why you’re letting Her Majesty get you all riled up. I thought you wanted her gone.”

Calderon pinched the bridge of his nose, his distress only fueling Damon’s need to get under his skin. “Ayame… convinced me to keep her aboard.”

Damon snorted, burying his face in his glass when Cal shot him a glare. Oh this was just too easy. “So you like her?”

“I don’t like you but I still keep you on the ship.”

“You pay me.” Damon reminded him, his mind already building the next part of the plan. If Aya was willing to fight for the girl… “Besides, you’d be bored if I wasn’t around.”

“Bored? With Aya and Bash? I think you’re drunk.” Calderon scoffed before taking a sip of his drink, looking briefly disgusted by the taste. “The girl can stay as long as she’s useful.”

Damon’s lips curled, a predatory grin he couldn’t hide. “Oh, I’m sure you have many uses for her.”

The muscles in Cal’s jaw flexed, his hand curling dangerously around the bottle. “If you don’t get away from me-”

“Fine.” Damon said, putting his hands up in surrender, as if he ever would give up teasing Calderon. It was too much fun. “I know when I’m not wanted.”

Calderon rolled his eyes, ignoring him when Damon took his drink and headed to the exact place where Daianira had disappeared a few minutes before. With a glance at the Captain, noting that he was still moping at the bar, Damon ducked beneath the curtain, ready to carry out part two of his devious plan.

The strip club portion of the Arc was already rowdy, a crowd growing near the tiny illustrious pilot as she swung around a pole. June was standing off to the side, frowning as he watched the men surrounding Aya, ready to step in like the guardian he was. Too bad for him, Damon didn’t intend on leaving them at a mere rowdy.

Fiery and stunning Daianira stood next to June, watching the scene with her arms crossed over her chest. He noticed how her eyes swept over the occupants of the club, gaze not on the lovely show in front of her, but scanning for threats. There was something about her, something that said she’d lived in darkness before and knew how to find it.

If Calderon wasn’t so clearly flustered by her, Damon would’ve been tempted to see how that darkness tasted.

Taking a sip of his drink, he approached quietly, not that the two of them would be able to hear him coming with all of the catcalls and shouts aimed at Aya. Or the blaring music from the speakers. Or the fact that Daianira’s turquoise eyes were making daggers at anyonne who got too close to the stage.

Sidling up to the stowaway’s side, Damon nodded to where Aya was spinning around the pole, one side of his mouth curling into a grin. “Looks like fun.”

Daianira raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that screamed that she was considering committing him to an asylum. “Then why don’t you get up there? If it looks so fun.”

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms casually, his smile only widening. “Why? Did you want me to?”

Daianira rolled her eyes, turning to June in a feeble attempt to ignore him. She really didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did she? He moved behind them, threw an arm around her shoulders and leaned in, blowing a raspberry against her cheek.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“It’ll piss the Captain off.” He muttered, noting the weird look June threw in their direction. Oh if June only knew what he was thinking in his twisted head. “What better reason to do it?”

That caught her attention. He knew it when her mouth twitched, her eerily vivid blue eyes widening, that he’d hooked her. Now all he had to do was close the deal, sweeten it enough that she would gladly throw herself up there even if it would embarrass her because the temptation of getting on Calderon’s nerves was too great.

“I may not remember more than my name at the moment, but I’m positive I don’t know how to dance… like that.”

Damon squeezed her tight against his side, ignoring the tension in her shoulders. She was too uptight, too much like Calderon. This would benefit her just as much as it did him. “Aya is a great teacher. Let her help you. At the very least, have some fun. You do know how to do that, right?”

She rolled her eyes, taking the challenge and stepping up to the side of the stage. Damon couldn’t hear whatever it was to she said to Ayame, but he recognized the gleeful look in the pilot’s violet eyes. She was teasing her and the stowaway had no idea how to react. At least he wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

Daianira climbed onto the stage with a bit of help from Aya before the two of them began discussing the finer points of pole dancing. Damon didn’t care how it was done, as long as it was done right. Because if his little stowaway caught on quick enough, there would be one hell of a roaring crowd to greet the Captain when he eventually stumbled in.

“Let me show you.” Ayame wrapped her hands around the pole, waiting for Daianira to study the grip. “Just hold on like this.”

Daianira tightened her hands around the pole and Ayame frowned. She reached forward to adjust the fingers, trying to pry them from the metal.

“No, that’s too tight. Relax, will you?” Aya’s eyes widened in concern, squeezing Daianira’s shoulders gently. “You’re as fucking tense as Calderon.”

Damon saw as the stowaway chewed on her bottom lip, frowning. She was still tense, but there was a fire in her gaze, a look of annoyance at being compared to the Captain. He smiled, filing the look away for further inspection later. At least, he can find a way to use this later, when one of them irritated him. Ayame gave her a few more pointers on how to swing without falling off of the stage before stepping away, leaving plenty of room for her to attempt it. Daianira swung around the pole slowly, her hand getting stuck a few times. She paused briefly, cursing under her breath, wiping her palms on her pants.

Damon leaned on the stage below them, smirking up at the amnesiac woman when she noticed him standing there. “Nervous, Princess?”

“Damon, leave her alone.” June said from behind him.

Damon chose to ignore his advice. Where was the fun in that?

“Maybe you should get Calderon up there, Aya. It might be what he needs to loosen the stick up his ass.”

Aya snorted, flashing him a grin before going back to teaching Daianira the secrets of pole dancing. Somehow, she managed to get her around the pole without stopping for a few spins.

“You’re a quick learner.”

Only a few more turns before Daianira managed it on her own, Ayame’s assistance no longer needed. As she spun around the pole, he caught a glimpse of a real grin on her pretty face, cheeks flushed with exhilaration, her rose gold hair flying in all directions. Ayame joined her a moment later, the two of them taking turns around the metal pole, getting the crowd riled up at the sight of the two beautiful Kitalphans.

Damon caught a glimpse of June’s face out of the corner of his eye. The cowboy’s cheeks were flushed red, those perceptive eyes wide as he watched Aya and her new partner in crime twirling like a couple of circus freaks.

He snorted, waiting for the crowd’s noise to draw the rest of the crewmates. Bash appeared first, curiously ducking beneath the curtain only to pause just past the threshold, blinking dumbly at the sight in front of him. He recovered quickly, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants and approaching where Damon and June stood.

“What prompted this?” He asked, managing to tear his eyes away long enough to look at them.

June sighed, running a hand down his face. He almost felt bad for torturing the cowboy, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. “Damon happened.”

Damon’s lips turned up. “You can thank me later.”

Bash rolled his eyes at the same time June groaned in mortification. Damon figured the cowboy was going to have a bad time with what he knew was coming. Because Calderon would hear the ruckus and come investigate, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. And that’s when the fun would begin.

“Where’s Ry?” He asked Bash, grin widening as Daianira took another turn around the pole, having the time of her life by the looks of it. “She’s missing quite the show.”

“The noise was too much for her. She stepped outside for a bit.” Bash chuckled as the crowd started to cheer loudly, Ayame and Daianira both getting into the groove of dancing together. “I think we’re in trouble with these two on board.”

“I hope so. Need to liven the ship up a bit. Especially with Calderon’s moodiness lately.” The subject of his conversation entered the strip club as if the mention of his name had pulled him in. Damon motioned towards the Captain. “Speak of the devil…”

“And the devil appears.” Bash agreed, shaking his head at the setup. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“You can’t seriously be asking me that. Because we both know I like to live dangerously.” Damon watched as Calderon’s eyes immediately went to where the girls were, sapphire going to slits, jaw clenching and shoulders stiff as he stomped closer, intent on stopping the show. If he was a cartoon character, Damon imagined there would be smoke coming out of his ears.

Once they were in earshot, Calderon waved angrily at the scene, turning on Damon immediately. “What the fuck is this?”

Damon raised an eyebrow, trying to be unaffected by his friend’s seething rage, but his mouth twitched with a smile. “The girls wanted to burn off some steam. I can’t deny there are worst ways to spend my time.” Nudging the Captain in the arm with an elbow, his smile only widened. “I know you agree with me, Cal.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Calderon’s sharp gaze was on Daianira as she spun, laugh echoing over the din. His cheeks almost looked pink but in the dark club, it was impossible to tell. Damon swore he was blushing. “She’s going to break her neck.”

“And it’s such a pretty neck. Isn’t it, Captain?”

Bash snorted behind him, but covered his mouth with his bionic hand, eyes moving anywhere but at Calderon who shot him a sharp look. June, on the other hand, had purposely moved away from the three of them, conveniently placing himself out of range of Calderon’s hands. Not that the Captain had even glanced his way.

“Maybe it’s your neck you should be thinking about, Reznor.” Calderon grumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “Get her down. We’re leaving. Now.”

“You’re no fun.” Damon pouted, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall behind him. “If anyone needs to relax-”

Calderon’s murderous expression cut him off before he made a mistake. Damon shrugged in an attempt to let it go, knowing that there was only so far he could push the Captain before someone got hurt, but he knew that dark look in his eyes. There was something about the girl that put him on edge. And he would find out what it was.

“Get Daianira down. We don’t know who she is. If someone recognizes her-”

“Worried about her?” Damon teased, enjoying the way Calderon’s nose scrunched in disgust. Oh yes, there was definitely something there.

“I’m worried about us. Now do it.”

Calderon shoved past a couple standing off to the side, not even bothering to apologize. Damon shook his head, eyes flashing towards Bash who still stood beside him.

“He’s got it bad.” The bionic said with a deep laugh, gaze settling on the girls still having the time of their lives on stage. “How long do you give it before he explodes?”

Damon snorted, the bet already made before he opened his mouth. “Not even a week. The stowaway likes to piss him off. He won’t be able to hold back.”

Bash only responded with a full bellied laugh, knowing there was no way Damon was going to lose a bet when he could just fix the win. Which, seeing as if benefited everyone if Calderon got laid, he figured the odds were in his favor.

#my writing #a6 #andromeda six #a6 fanfic #damon reznor #a6 traveler #kitalphin traveler #calderon lynch #ayame ikeda #bash ilahaj #june nyux #juniper “june” nyux #sebastion “bash” ilahaj #oc: daianira #daianira x calderon #traveler x calderon #f!traveler

[homeformyheart]

Ooooo let's do 16. kissing knuckles for your traveler and Cal!

thanks for encouraging me to write more A6, @captainsaku! Decided to keep it short and simple (*eyes the 20 other prompt wips*).

author’s note: this is more raynie than cal, but this is my first time writing more than a few sentences for an A6 pairing, so i hope you enjoy! copyright: all characters, except my oc traveler, are owned by wanderlust games (@andromeda-six). series/pairing: andromeda six – calderon lynch x f!traveler (raynie peg’asi) rating/warnings: k+; none word count: ~500 words based on/prompt: physical affection prompts // 16. kissing knuckles summary: raynie is nervous and cal calms her down.

raynie peeked out from where she was waiting behind a curtain backstage. her eyes widened at the sheer size of the crowd and she quickly turned away, closing her eyes and trying to push away the fluttering in her stomach.

after everything the crew did, after everything she went through, they were finally here. at this long-awaited moment where she would address goldis for the first time since her family was killed.

she wiped her sweaty hands down the side of her dress, hoping it didn’t stain.

how did nerissa manage to do this so easily?

how could she think she could do this at all?

why would she even want to do this?

“hey stowaway.”

raynie lifted her head and looked straight into the soft blue of cal’s eyes, his large build creating a shadow over her smaller one.

“you can do this,” he said.

searched his face for any signs of sarcasm or teasing, but she knew she wouldn’t find any, not like she would have if it were damon in his place.

“how do you know? i don’t know how to be a ruler, i was barely let out of the palace and i have no experience.”

raynie covered her face with her hands, trying to take deep breaths and keep the onslaught of panicked tears at bay.

cal gently pried her hands off her face, holding them in his large ones.

“i know because i’ve seen what you’re capable of first-hand. you’re reckless and careless with your safety sometimes,” he said, a hint of fear glinting in his gaze. “but you’re brave and resourceful.”

she dropped her gaze, feeling a flush begin to creep up her neck and color her cheeks.

he raised her hand to his lips, forcing her to draw her gaze back up to meet his.

“but most of all,” he murmured against her knuckles. “you care about others. it’s why i fell in love with you.”

his lips brushed against her knuckles, the featherlight touch sending goosebumps up her arms. cal released her hand and gave her a soft smile before turning her around so she was facing the stage.

she looked back once as he nudged her forward, catching his gaze that seemed to hold a million promises between them. he bowed before making his exit, and a renewed sense of determination fueled her steps.

maybe she could do this after all.

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[prettyandsarcastic]

“I’m afraid I’m going to need more than that, Captain Lynch. Getting on your knees would be a good start.”

“So you’re the insufferable type of princess, then.”

“I accept your apology, Calderon. I know you were only being cautious.” 

“Yet somehow, you have a way of bringing my guard down.” 

“Good... because I like what I see behind it.” 

Aya - Bash - Vexx - Ryona - Damon - June 

Odette (1) (2) 

#andromeda six #andromeda six traveler #calderon x traveler #calderon lynch #andromeda six game #a6 game #a6 #a6 traveler #maaaann odette and cal butt heads SO MUCH #they're both stubborn and it's complicated #odette