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dontwritemeoff · 2 years
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Damon's birthday!
a lil something something for our dear assassin/spy/bastard's birthday! (07/17)
TW: none ? I'm writing this on mobile so there will prob be some typos I'm sorry, it's easy and I'm lazy
DAMON
Damon certainly wasn't going to tell you about his birthday himself. It's nothing to do with embarrassment, if people want to celebrate him, be his guest! He just didn't see anything to celebrate about himself. So rather than make a big deal out of it, he'd mentally add another year to the tally and get on with his life.
So when you get a com message from an unknown number you're suspicious, but then relieved when the sender identifies themself as Alisa. You're not sure how she even got your com number, since you certainly didn't have time to give it to her on Cursa, but you decide not to dwell on it since her network of Intel was simply too big to wrap your head around.
"Hello little prince (ess), I'm assuming lover boy didn't give you much personal information about himself, right?"
You look past the most likely not well meaning nickname and take pause at the meat of her message. You didn't exactly want to learn something important about Damon without him telling you, but you also trusted that Alisa would never breach his privacy in a way that truly would hurt him. In reality, her first priority was to make sure you didn't hurt him.
"Hi, Alisa! :) You'd be right about that."
You respond, hoping that matching her formal-ish tone would be the right move.
"Then I find it important I let you know that his birthday is a week from today. The 17th."
You process the message for a moment. While on the surface this seemed like something trivial to message you about out of the blue, but upon deeper reflection you realized that her reaching out about it means that she thinks you're someone special to Damon, and that she trusts you enough to give you emotional power. Not to mention a new way to get in touch with her. You can't imagine many people have a direct com line to the leader of the Crimson Dusk.
"Oh! That's so soon! Thank you for telling me!"
When she simply responds with a 👍 you set your com down and get to work thinking on how you can make the day meaningful for Damon without overwhelming him, and how in the world you'll even get him to sit still long enough to appreciate it.
For the latter problem, you felt confident enough in Damon's growing soft spot for you to be able to at least convince him to cuddle in your room for a moment. With the former....you had to do more digging.
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The morning of Damon's birthday comes and goes and he thinks that he'll make it through another quiet birthday when you approach him in the hallway, your face lighting up upon seeing him.
"Damon! Do you have a moment?"
His lips curl in a devilish smirk, "Well, honey," the pet name being said with both enough playfulness and affection that you can't discern whether he's teasing you or not, "with me you might need more than a minute. I am known for my...stamina."
You give him an unimpressive look, despite the heating of your face, and attempt to move on.
"Very clever, but really, it would mean a lot to me if you'd give me some of your time today. I know you're busy on babysitting duty and sharpening your knives or what have you, but I've missed you lately."
While the last point was to get him to go to your room with minimal suspicion, it wasn't exactly a lie either. The distance between Chrono and Tilaarin wasn't too big but it was still long enough to have the crew on edge. Everyone was keeping themselves busy just to keep from speculation and anxiety. What you were grateful for, however, was that Alisa had gotten her message to you before your pit-stop on Chrono and thus you had time to scope out a small gift for Damon.
He huffs exaggeratedly, but there's a small smile on his face.
"I think I can spare some time. For you."
You smile so widely at him your eyes crinkle to small slits, and you gently take his hand and lead him to your room. Upon entry nothing looks particularly off, and Damon thinks to himself that maybe this wasn't a birthday thing and he really would have another unremarkable birthday. Well, not really unremarkable, because he had you and your presence now, which was a huge improvement to any birthday prior. But he also has it every other day too, which he feels grateful for every day.
Yet, his eyes follow your hands as they reach for a small box on your desk. It's not even wrapped, just a box to open up, but you hold it up to him with a shy smile and he stares at it like it's made of pure Kitalphanite.
"Happy birthday, Damon!" You say cheerfully, yet fully gauging his facial expressions for any signs of annoyance or discomfort.
"Why?" is the only thing that he can think to say. He doesn't mean to sound ungrateful, but he also genuinely doesn't understand how you know and why you'd get him anything at all. He still doesn't really understand why you're even pursuing a relationship with him, why you'd forgiven him in the first place.
"Um, it's a birthday present, silly!" You say, still taken slightly aback by being questioned on your intentions.
"I-[YN], I know that, just because I didn't go to school doesn't mean I'm dumb, but...how did you know? And....I guess I don't really understand why you would put the effort or creds into getting me anything."
Your heart breaks a little at his words but you understand where he's coming from. Being in a relationship built on only caring and affection is something new to him, and honestly new to you too, and so processing something given to him without an ulterior motive must seem suspicious. Unreal.
"I have my new bestie, Alisa, to thank for the Intel, and as for why....because I care about you, dumbass."
"Please never call Alisa your 'bestie' again."
"Is that what you really got out of that?"
He chuckles but pulls you into his arms, burying his head in your neck and hair. He stands there, breathing in your scent and soaking in your presence until you pipe up and ask,
"Now I love your hugs and feel glad that you're comfortable enough to do that, don't you want to see what I got you?"
He pulls back, still smiling, but you can see some tear streaks on his cheeks. You decide not to say anything.
"Now what junk did you get me, hm?" He's sarcastic in tone, but is having some difficulty keeping his voice from wobbling, "Do you even have any creds?"
"Um, yes! I got my first cut of the crews pay, which you literally already know, Mr. Second-in-Command."
You sound defensive, but humor him just the same. When he opens the box to see a music box, similar enough to the one you had received from Nerissa, though obviously of much cheaper materials, and there are some crackles and audio distortions in the tune that it plays, he looks at you with brows furrowed in confusion.
"Ok, I know what you're going to say!" You start before he can even open his mouth, 'it doesn't fit your tough guy vibe, 'when did I even give you the impression I like music boxes' blah blah blah, I get it. But I couldn't exactly get you knives or something, knowing me I'd get you something cheap and shitty and you wouldn't even be able to use it. But with this, it ties us together. I'm tied by music to the two most important people in my life, and if I'm ever gone and you've lost your memory," he chuckles at that, "you can use it to remember me. It even opens with the same mechanism as mine!"
You clasp your hand around the metal ball and squeeze and it pops open and starts playing a bittersweet tune, audio distorting just slightly.
Damon stays silent for longer than you're comfortable with and you shut the box again.
"I-Im sorry if I overstepped, I know we're just getting to know each other and figure out what we mean to each other but I felt like I should give you a symbol of my feelings and what you mean to me."
With that, you finally look into Damon's eyes and they're full of unshed tears. He takes the back of your head ever so gently and rests his forehead upon yours. You both close your eyes and breathe, before he whispers,
"I could never forget you."
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alieninvasionmaybe · 1 year
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ANDROMEDA SIX
FOR THE FIRST TIME
(spoilers ahead, major story beats) made this in an hour... sorry it's sooo scuffed.
Enjoy!
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commander-krios · 4 months
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Gorgeous, showstopping art of my Traveler, Astrea Peg'asi, and Damon Reznor in my AU where Damon becomes her Guard instead of Vexx. Art by the wonderful @stellorc, thank you so much darling. <3333
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guchaigue · 7 months
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@commander-krios trusted me to paint gorgeous Astrea with Damon from Andromeda Six. Thank you so much for your support and being such a wonderful person!
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kirnet · 6 months
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usually its not his blood but. this time it is <3
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fernsplaysthings · 10 months
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I slipped. Again.
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you-dumb-simp · 3 months
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damon reznor will be the death of me. i repeat, DAMON REZNOR WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
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No one told me that past romance!Vexx would hurt this much.
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starclast · 4 months
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anyone here have the guts to choose the first option? let me know how it went bc i'm never clicking it.
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m4gicisland · 1 year
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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა damon reznor x f!traveller  — sfw / fluff / lazy proofread / 1.2k wc
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it’s not as if damon had received a lot of gifts in his life. 
growing up, his birthday was never celebrated, if even acknowledged, and he’d learned that expecting so much as a “happy birthday” was a complete waste of time. he would be met with nothing but disappointment, and damon wasn’t a huge fan of disappointment.
it was just another day to live through. another year in which he had somehow avoided a one-way ticket to hell. because, let’s be honest, only in his wildest dreams would he be granted any bittersweet depiction of an afterlife. in reality, damon reznor was undeserving of second chances—even ones that he didn’t believe in.
throughout the years, the assassin had somehow acquainted himself with people that, deep deep deep down, had a heart. one big enough to bless him with gifts on a day that he had gone years without recognising.
but opening the door of his quarters at the ass crack of dawn to a member of the royal peg’asi family clutching a knife in their hands on such a day? the thought of an afterlife paled in comparison. that seemed more within his reach than whatever clusterfuck of a fever dream he was having right now.
“to what do i owe the pleasure, your highness?” resting one hand on the door frame, he took their brief silence as an opportunity to rack his brain for an explanation. the target on his back might as well be tattooed with all the people who dream to one day put him out of his misery, but he cannot recall doing anything that would push this peg’asi to darken his doorstep with a knife so early in the morning.
“i brought you a gift!” the princess exclaimed somewhat excitedly, although the uncertainty in her voice and inability to make eye contact made damon raise a scarred brow. a gift? for me?
“i hate to break it to you princess, but it’s the middle of july. i don’t think santa made plans to come early this year.”
“don’t be a dick, damon. i know it’s not christmas,” the princess’s gaze raised to meet his. “in fact, i’d say today is a bit more special than christmas...”
it took everything he had to not snort at such a comment. while damon reznor was a dick, he most certainly wasn’t dumb. he knew exactly what today was, but he had better things to do than pay any attention to that fact.
“i’ve gotta say, i’m surprised you even realised. i don’t remember telling you the day my mother made the greatest mistake of her life.”
“oh no, i’d say she made it long before that,” the princess grinned. “but that’s not the point! here-“ the royal waved the knife in damon’s line of vision, making it impossible to miss. “-take this.”
he took the knife with ease, weighing it in his hands. it felt familiar, his eyes narrowing with realisation. “this is my knife.”
“shocker.” the princess rolled her eyes, her smile lighting up her face. “the knife isn’t the gift, dumbass.”
“ah, but it would’ve been a very thoughtful one.”
“hey, you know any sane person would question why they’ve answered the door to someone with a knife in their hand?”
“ha, i doubt there’s even an ounce of sanity on this ship, princess.”
rolling her eyes, the princess bent down to retrieve something hidden behind her legs. damon failed to notice the messily wrapped object she’d kept tucked out of his sight.
despite the insanity of this situation, one question tugged at his thoughts. “seriously, how did you know?”
she held it out eagerly, pushing it into him. “i was having a nice little chat with ryona the other day and she let it slip.”
he had no choice but to take the gift into his own hands if he wanted to leave without a hole in his stomach. seriously, the force was unexpected.
“alright, alright, i’ve got it.” he held the gift out between the two of them to examine. it’s shape is reminiscent of the notepads that lived comfortably on his desk, only this one was wrapped up messily in about three different designs of wrapping paper. “but if this is my gift, why the knife? i don’t think threats are part of the tradition.”
“well, it’s been a while since i’ve been able to give a gift like this. i’ve always had so much fun doing the wrapping part and got sort of... carried away? i used too much tape, it’s quite difficult to open without cutting it somehow. i just thought it would come more naturally for you to use a knife.” the princess smiled apologetically.
“well, if the gift is shit at least i can stab it to show my disapproval.” damon laughed. “or maybe i could stab you for insulting my honour?”
the princess’s mouth gaped open in poorly concealed horror. “insulting your honour?”
“i didn’t even want to celebrate my birthday, but you went and got me a gift i hated just to make things worse. i’d be deeply offended.”
“whatever. just open it, will you?”
damon proceeded to cut the wrapping paper open with swift ease, almost confirming his suspicion of its contents. he peeled the paper away to reveal a doodle of an orange tabby cat glued neatly to the cover. it’s a sketchbook. flipping through it uncovers multiple illustrations of all different breeds of cats.
“i originally wanted to get an actual cat, but your birthday gift isn’t worth getting thrown out into space for.”
damon chuckled, although his gaze didn’t leave the sketchbook. “blondielocks definitely wouldn’t approve.”
the princess hummed in agreement. “instead we can torment him with my drawings until he caves and brings us the real deal as a peace offering.”
after examining every page, he closed the book gently and tucked it under his armpit. “thanks, princess. this is not what i expected when you showed up to my room with a knife, but i’m pleasantly surprised.”
the princess winked at the assassin before knitting her brows together. “hey, i think i deserve more credit. do you know how long it took to draw all of those cats? do you know how much debt i’m in with bash now? he’s expecting a lifetime supply of crayons after this project!”
damon clicked his tongue. “it’s impolite to demand things from the birthday boy. did you not learn anything from that expensive education of yours?”
folding her arms across her chest, the princess huffed a defeated sigh. “fine. happy birthday, damon.”
chuckling in amusement, damon leaned down to tuck a stray hair behind the princess’s ear and brushed a soft kiss to her forehead. that precious, adorable angry look quickly being replaced by one of shock. “thank you, princess.”
satisfaction painted his face as he stepped back into his room, leaving the flustered princess with the gorgeous view of his door once again.
as if the gift itself wasn’t a big enough shock, the warmth flooding his heart left him with more to think about than he’d have liked so early in the morning.
the princess was a fool if she thought he’d let the captain lay a finger on her artwork. it was his, and only his. he would treasure this gift for as long as he had to celebrate the tragedy of his existence.
an unexpected gift from the same person he’d threatened and tormented all those months ago. if she could forgive him, maybe he wasn’t all that bad.
maybe damon reznor was deserving of second chances after all...
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dontwritemeoff · 2 years
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Damon: you're the person I love the most on this planet
Traveler: what about other planets?
Damon: .....Listen-
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sunshowerwriting · 2 days
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happy
damon x vexx x gn reader (andromeda six)
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for the little amount of downtime you get with everything going on right now, you and your new found lovers found your own ways to make your time spent together peaceful and relaxing.
no one knows this fandom, but idc. this one goes out to @lovelyossein !!
lowercase intended. not proofread.
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tilaarin was a peaceful place. even if you hadn't been here for long, and even if you wouldn’t get the luxury to stay here much longer, the peace it brought you for now was refreshing. although your company may be helping your sense of peace.
it was odd. the two men you found yourself lying besides, odd how the universe brought them to you, odd how you ended up together, and especially odd how they were both laying here peacefully. neither of the men were asleep, you could tell that much, but their eyes were closed and both of them had a content smile on their lips, no matter how small it may appear.
damon lay to your right. he was on his side facing you and vexx. his arm draped lazily over your stomach, his fingers occasionally tracing circles into your revealed skin.
vexx lay to your left. he was also on his side facing the two of you and if it was anyone else, you’d feel trapped due to them both closing you in like this. vexx’s arm wasn’t draped across you like damons, but he did rest his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze when he must have sensed you looking at him.
looking away from both your companions briefly, you gazed to the ceiling and let out a content sigh.
“something the matter, your highness?”
damons words made you roll your eyes and turn to him raising an eyebrow. he wasn't being genuine, it was obvious in his voice even if you didn't know him so well. he lived to tease you, and it seemed even in your most peaceful moments together he couldn't help but tease you.
you took a moment to contemplate your response. you could throw just as much snark back at him but in that moment, you didn’t want to. you decided to be honest, even if honestly wasn’t truly what he was looking for.
“no, nothing's wrong,” you turned your head to look at him, seeing that his eyes were now open and already looking at you.
“i’m just happy.”
damon huffed and damon smiled at you softly. one of those soft and content smiles that he only seemed to do at you. it was a look you could find yourself getting used to, if he was willing to let you get used to it.
“and would that be because of us, your highness?”
this time vexx spoke. his voice coming out closer to your ear than you expected. he clearly took you being distracted by damon as a way to move unnoticed. his face was now nuzzled into the side of your head and his hand was slowly creeping closer to where damons were on your waist.
you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop yourself from grinning as wide as you wanted to. the look on damons face told you that he could tell which means vexx could also tell, even if he couldn’t see your face.
“yes. all thanks to you two.”
vexx placed a soft kiss to the side of your head, one you could feel the smile through. before you could turn to look at him damon spoke.
“i don’t think he deserves any of the credit. it's really me that makes you happy, isn’t it?”
vexx’s grip on you tightened at damons words and you were surprised he didn’t throw damons hand off of you in defense.
“you’re saying i don’t make you happy too, stab happy?” vexx said smugly.
damon raised his eyebrow at the red head, even if vexx wasn’t looking at him. “of course not, what would make you think i’m happy at all?”
vexx finally looked up at damon, giving you a chance to turn slightly and see his face. he had a wicked grin; one you knew meant he was up to something. glancing quickly between the two men, you decided to let them deal with each other and not get involved in whatever this was.
“really? because before our favorite royal woke up, you were telling me a different story.” vexx said grinning at damon.
turning your gaze to damon, you only saw that his smile had grown wider.
“words are cheap. besides, where is your proof, carrot top?”
“the look you’re giving me is more than enough proof. wouldn’t you say so?”
vexx directed his question at you, making you get a good look at damon. he raised his eyebrow at you, keeping a straight face. but even though you weren’t as good at reading people as he or alisa was, you could see this look in his eyes. it told you everything you needed to know.
“vexx has a point. that look gives it all away.” you said nodding your head mater-of-factly.
damons face softened and his mouth morphed back into that relaxed smile again. he couldn’t deny it anymore, he was happy.
before anyone could celebrate the victory, damon leaned in and gave you a tender kiss. his lips were rough, but that was something you had already grown used to. it was a welcome feeling now. he held your face so gently, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were real. the kiss lasted only a few moments, but it was well worth it.
then, after breaking apart from you he turned to vexx. he reached over at patted vexx’s cheek. it wasn’t nearly as gentle as when he held your face, but there was fondness there, nonetheless.
it was nice being surrounded by the two you loved the most. as you settled back into quiet damon and vexx wrapped their arms around you once more, this time holding onto each other in the process.
yeah, you were happy, and you had hope that you all would share many more moments like this in the future.
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commander-krios · 7 months
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SCREAMING over this beautiful birthday gift from my beloved, @stellorc, of Damon Reznor and my Tilaari traveler, Astrea. The glow, the expressions, the hands. Thank you so much, dear! I don't think I'm going to recover.
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rainidayss · 5 days
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bro the new music goes so hard, especially in the hulk june scene
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thelikesoffinn · 6 days
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I can not believe that this sentence was all it took for me to fall in love with that man.
Seriously, how low can my standards be.
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