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dontwritemeoff · 1 year
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Heyy! So I was wondering what the crew was up to before they became andromeda six. We know Calderon and Ayame basically started it when she broke him out of prison, then they recruited Bash and Ryona. But what happened to June? If he left the facility at 16 years old and he's now 27, that's 11 years of his life. At what age did he join A6 and what did he do immediately after escaping bc he didn't know anything about the outside world presumably, other than what he could've learned at the lab. Did he start doing labor, join a militia, or rummage around for scraps? I would love to hear some takes on this. Like I want to know everything about this man, lol. Thanks!
Omg omg omg anon this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and for some reason I haven't responded yet but I love the spiraling potential here.......
I'm not a wanderlust patron anymore so I can't go back and check what's "canon" but tbh who cares, if it's not addressed in the game then it's not canon yet to me lol
But seriously! we don't even know how he originally got OFF of Orion! like ok, you fuck up the lab, you kill several people and at least seriously injure many others, did he just hijack a ship?? did he smuggle himself onto a shipment of Orionite?? who knows! there's so much unknown!
and in the 11 years interim......hoooooooooooooooooo boy! because you have to consider the start point of an angry and hurt 16 year old boy who has literally 0 life experience or guidance and the June we know at the start of the game who is gentle and kind and yet still scared. so like, how do you bridge those two people into one person? what experiences would have led him to Terranium and the crew of the A6 in the first place? so many possibilites!
my own vague theorizing is that he wanted to distance himself as much as possible from the empire and politics in general, since being a pawn against your own will your entire life would certainly sour at least me on that entire sphere of life. so from there, I imagine he probably ended up at an outpost like the crew stopped at on their way to Tilaarin and did odd jobs in exchange for a place to stay/a measly amount of credits. he probably also had to keep on the move fairly often because once his coworkers/neighbors realized What he was, he'd have to leave (either due to their own fears/prejudices or his anxieties about them)
it's that sort of nomadism that I think led him to encountering Cal and the A6 on Terranium, and it's possible that he could have known the other members from that wandering previously (meeting Damon during his gang time, meeting Bash when he was still a ring fighter, Ryona when she was a futuristic doctor without borders lol) and he just didn't open himself up to them then, and it took the 11 years of relative safety and finding what it means to be independent and distancing himself from who he was meant to be with who he is to be able to be the subdued and caring person he is at the start of the game
lmk if ya'll would be interested in a fic of this idea lol (vignettes of his nomad experience? meeting the members outside of the crew? something else??)
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absolute-snzaster · 8 months
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ok I'm officially tired of waiting for literally any other person on snzblr to get into the same weirdly specific visual novels as me so fuck it, here's the a/ndromeda s/ix snzcanons that literally no one asked for! under the cut because I write so many fucking words oh my god
Cal:
dad sneezes, because of course he does
fully vocalized, throaty, with two separate and clearly enunciated syllables
literally sounds like "AAAH–CHOOO!" what can I say, the man's a classic.
probably owns a fucking monogrammed handkerchief. or several
kind of looks like he's allergic to life but I feel like he'd lose his voice from all the dad sneezing so idk
one million percent the kind of stuffy, straightlaced bitch you want to see get absolutely wrecked by the worst stress cold of his life
Damon:
the tiniest, highest-pitched, most adorable little kitten sneezes you could possibly imagine
HATES it.
can, will and has threatened the life of anyone who dares to mention it
this does not stop at least 50% of the crew from doing so anyway.
regularly.
June:
soft, wet, whispery/unvocalized sneezes
occasionally has (equally whispery) hitchy buildups, but never hitches more than twice per sneeze
probably the type to sneeze into cupped hands. or a crumpled tissue/several tissues/handkerchief in said hands
sniffly, probably rubs his nose a lot
has allergies and specifically stifles his allergy sneezes for whatever reason.
stifles by pressing one finger under his nose and somehow it actually works?
this might just be because he's my number one favorite best guy (sobbing crying I love him so much ough) but I could totally see him having the kink and being SUPER embarrassed about it. just so blushy and flustered and aaaaaa 🥰🥰🥰
I feel like I had another thought about this but I forgot it bc too busy thinking about June blushing 😊
he would just have the shyest smile after he sneezed like especially if somebody blessed him oh my GOD I would die for him my sweet sweet boy
Ryona:
long, breathy buildups and soft, satisfying releases
doesn't necessarily have the kink, but does seem like the type to really just enjoy a good sneeze
I could see her having the kink tho. just bc she probably knows how to cure a cold in like 3 minutes if she wanted to
also probably knows what plants to use to make people sneeze... 👀
I picture her sneezing into tissues, but like... weirdly oversized tissues. just for the Aesthetic™
Aya:
soft, rapid fits
uses tissues. will give anyone shit for using anything else (hands/sleeves/etc because she thinks it's gross, and handkerchiefs because she thinks they're dorky :PPP )
sneezes eight times in a row, like, regularly. it's specifically eight
always looks surprised before/between/after sneezes
probably allergic to cats. probably puts her face on them anyway
would tease a partner to within an inch of their life if she found out they had the kink, and then indulge the almighty fuck out of it. like possibly to the point where it'd be like kind of a lot for them actually. it's really just another form of teasing
she'd fucking love that she could turn someone on just by sneezing tho
Bash:
really snotty colds. probably gets a pretty bad cough with them too
absolutely the type to get laid up with man flu. just the most melodramatic when he's sick
probably goes to Ryona the second he gets a cold all sniffling and going "helllllllllp :("
can make his tattoos flash when he sneezes as a party trick but disables it when he has a cold bc it makes his head hurt
once accidentally did said party trick during sex. liked it a weird amount
not above using his grease rags as snot rags when nobody's looking
maybe even when they are looking, honestly.
Vexx:
angry, breathless fits that leave him doubled over and gasping every time
almost sounds like coughing... or snarling
sneezes into a loosely closed fist. with gloves on, usually
[redacted] used to worry about him when he got fits and would always try to rub his back and lend him a handkerchief
he would always try to laugh and act like he was way too cool and sexy to use a handkerchief.
he still has one of the handkerchiefs
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andromedasix · 1 year
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Chapter 3 snippet? Spare some chapter 3 snippet for the poor and down trot ma'am? *rattles around a tin mug full of nickles*
I'll do you one better! Here's the link to the whole chapter cause I just published it! There's a bit under the cut (its Bash time gang) please let me know what you guys think and thank you for 1.4k hits so far xx
“Well yeah, you could be literally anyone you want to.” He whipped his hand to the side, “A clean slate. You could pick any name you want; I won't even tell anyone you swapped it. I mean - Not like there's anything wrong with the one you've already got from one four letter name haver to another. But think of all the choices you've got now!” Bash let out a singsong note at the end of ‘choices’. His human hand moving quickly in front of him with excitement.
She let him continue on as the words were processed. June had said she was on a bridge at the palace. And if there was a coup happening, she was probably trying to escape the chaos that followed it. When she tried to wrap her brain as to why she was there in the first place, the pulse of pain returned to the side of her head, fogging her mind momentarily.
“Oh…” Bash noted her expression, “I guess.... you wouldn't be happy about the whole thing, huh?” His voice lowered, the gusto he was holding onto deflated, “Ah shit, I'm sorry. Sometimes I just blurt out whatever pops into my head and I don't think it through first. Takes a few seconds for my head to catch up with my mouth.”
Ella attempted a smile to mask the unease within her with reassurance, but it was too forced - the gravity of the situation pulling the corners of her mouth into a thin frown.
In the awkwardness of their silence that followed Bash took in a large gulp of air, the sound of which made her look up at him. “I offended you didn't I? Gah,” He hit himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand, “Nice one Bash. Nice.”
“No.” She waved her hands out between them, trying to dissipate some of the discomfort, “You have not. I just – well... I do not know really.” Ella let out a sigh of her own, looking down at Ryona’s shoes. A puff of air that could be excused as a laugh left her, “I feel like I have been saying that a lot today. It is… starting to get annoying.”
“Yeah, I get that.” Bash smiled again, but it wasn’t the same - it didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s nothing quite like falling on your ass to make you feel like nothing’s making sense.” He looked to the spaces around them, nudging one of the cables on the floor with his foot in the same way June had, “If it’s any help I've ah, been there once or twice myself.” He didn’t stop smiling as he spoke though the sadness didn’t quite leave him.
From the brief interaction the two of them had so far, Ella had a challenging time imagining anything bringing down this bright bundle of energy within the galaxy. Bash’s bio-luminescent tattoos flickered underneath his skin like distant city lights and below the gas of the ship's lights the glow of them seemed more intense. She moved her attention to the other side, now fully captivated by his bionic arm. It was a menagerie of different metals plated together. All of the connectors that she could see were intrinsically woven together like a tapestry. The orange light that nestled within his bicep next to the medallion hummed in time with what she seemed to be his heartbeat, a slow and rhythmic pattern despite the tension she just caused.
There were the telltale signs of self-maintenance peppered throughout the machinery, tiny scrapes surrounded screw heads on plates that were looser than they ought to be. Ella squinted, trying to look closer from her place at his side. There seemed to be a wad of some kind of cloth and one of the gaps of metal, absorbing an oil that was leaking from within. She was sure she had seen it before - a simple lubricant for pistons. Ella had watched someone apply them to their own mechanical limb. It wasn't just an arm, it was all of their joints - their entire body. There was a laugh with the movement, the same metallic one that had echoed behind her unknown sister.
“Don't tell me the bionics make you nervous?” Bash said at the end of his laugh.
She snapped her eyes back to his face, heat prickling up the tips of her ears as she did so. Dread sank in at the prospect of him laughing at her as mental note was added to her list of things she had learned about herself in the last hours: a disdain for getting laughed at.
“You ever seen stuff like this before?” Another question was asked as he took a closer look at her face from his height of an inch or two above Ella before realizing he was intruding on what he dubbed her personal bubble and swayed backwards, “Though I guess you wouldn't really remember if you have, huh?”
“No. I mean - yes I have seen them before, I think.” The moment with the laugh had passed, she could no longer hear it or replay it in her head regardless how how much she wanted to.
Bash held the metallic limb out and flexed his fingers into a fist before turning it over so that she could see the tendons of cable that snaked between where the two bones on an organic arm would be. “Mine’s a bit of a special prosthetic, designed most of it myself.”
“Really?” She watched him roll his shoulder where the cuff of the metal wrapped around the scarred flesh of what remained of his upper bicep. Fine surgical scars could be seen from where it was embedded within his skin. It looked nothing short of painful. “I am in awe, truly.”
“Aw shucks, thanks Ella.” He wiggled an eyebrow at her and attempted a sort of a shimmy-nudge in the air between them. They continued on a few more steps before he spoke again, “Do you know if you always talk like that?”
“I do not know what you mean.” Ella laced her fingers together gently as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his overalls.
“’Do not, I have’… you haven't combined two words in any of the sentences you've said.” He spoke matter of factly without a hint of judgment, just genuine curiosity.
“I had not- I... hadn’t realized that was something I was doing.” She shifted her fingers so that she was once again clasping her hand over a closed fist. “Is that wrong with me?”
“Nah, I just thought it was interesting is all. Ry talks like that sometimes too. Another thing that comes out when she's really stressed, but I think that's just cause Earthen Common isn't her first language…” He shrugged like he was throwing an extra thought to his side, “Maybe that's it at least.”
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silverdreamsstudios · 3 years
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there's one person who keeps redoing the quiz and its the funniest thing reading the 'tell me something' free response and their name
i think this was their first time:
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unknowngaytoaster · 3 years
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i dont know if you do this sort of thing, but what are your thoughts on a6 characters in a zombie apocalypse? (love your writing!)
(Thank you very much for the request! I’m glad you like my writing!)
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Ayame
- The one that was supposed to die at the beginning of the apocalypse, but the universe said “Nah I’ll let this one stay.”
- It’s not that Ayame is unskilled I just think she’s pulled a lot of dumb moves in a zombie apocalypse and the crew questions when she will make a ballsy enough move that will result in her death.
- Since she somehow survived punching a zombie in the face with no hesitation.
- Wouldn’t die immediately but it’s a wonder why she hasn't
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Ryona
- Wouldn't die cause she knows her shit and isn't as naive as some people would think she is, she will do what she has to do in order to survive.
- I honestly think the only reason why the whole crew hasn’t died yet is because of Ryona, and the ungodly amount of times she has glared at the team for coming up with really stupid (mainly coming from Ayame and Bash)
- If she were to die (which is unlikely but still) it would be from protecting someone from the crew. She trusts the crew to know what they’re doing.
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Bash 
- More likely to die than most of the crew, but seems like he could handle it on his own for a while.
- That metal arm of his comes in handy more than most would assume, you don’t really need a hand-hold weapon when your arm is a super-powered metal baseball. 
- It’s an automatic bonus when he starts punching zombies teeth in with little to no effort.
- He tries to make the best out of their situation and will still joke around like he always has (+motivational drawings!)
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Calderon
- One of the least likely to die, the man is skilled and likely had some plan for the apocalypse before it even started.
- For some reason, he gives me a “I know information no one else knows” vibe, and that’s why he and the crew survived so long, he knows the weakness of zombies immediately and has his info sourced.
- The only reason he would die is if everyone else dies before him, he honestly cares for the crew and has a stable mind but there are things that can push him over the edge and that is one of them
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Damon
- Would live probably just to spite someone, doesn’t really mind the zombie apocalypse happening (sounds weird but hear me out)
- He can stab people a lot more often and one can question him like “Damon why the FUCK did you stab someone??” cause like...zombies.
- Nothing surprises him and neither will a zombie apocalypse, but he does take things mildly serious, cause stabby stabby is fun until you get bit and now you turn into a zombie.
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June
- Our gunslinger cowboy will do swell in a zombie apocalypse, cause...gun.
- Jokes aside I think that he has a lot of close calls, and one definitely gets him a bit.
- Turns out that he may or may not be immune (cause of the experiments stuff), since he got bit and just… never turned and everyone got very confused about what the fuck happened.
- After that June became a lot more careful, staying 6ft apart from zombies at all times!
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(I’m so sorry I literally can’t find his CG, I know he has at least one but I can’t find it)
Vexx
- Vexx would die because of one reason and that one reason being him not staying in a group.
- He’s skilled as hell but staying in a group is his best option since his main weapon choice is a goddamn sniper rifle (they’re loud as fuck) and if we’re going with the idea that zombies are attracted to loud noises he’s fucked.
- Unless he joins the Andromeda Six he will die, but seeing that he’s a huge hard ass he probably won’t unless he has a real reason too.
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a0x0annie · 4 years
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Happy Birthday, Stowaway.
I shouldn't have drunk so much.
It was three in the morning, or at least that was my best guess, based on the pink clock hanging on the opposite side of my tiny room and my not-so-trustworthy-now eyes. I was laying half-dead on the bed, having no energy whatsoever.
It wasn't the best birthday written in my memory - especially considering the fact that I remembered exactly none of the previous ones - so I decided to treat myself with a little bottle of wine...
...and ended up buying the whole shelf.
But fuck it, after all that happened lately I fully deserved it.
- Happy birthday, thottie - I said under my nose, pouring yet another glass of the driest red wine I could find. It was my "bitter" day, so I was happy that nobody bought me a cake.
In fact, nobody bought me anything, actually. But that's just a little detail. Not that I even told anyone my birth date, either.
All of a sudden, I heard knocking on the door. I had no idea who wanted to meet me at that hour, but I was way too drunk to care enough to check it. Hell, I had no energy to even open my eyes. Maybe someone had a vision in their dream, magically learned what day it was, and wanted to wish me a late happy birthday?
Not likely, but no one would ever stop me from dreaming.
Still staying in the comfort of my bed, I yelled lazily:
- Come on in, lost soul. You can leave the presents in the corner.
For a few moments I wasn't sure if they heard me, but just then the door opened gently.
Was it June? Ryona, perhaps? Better not her, she'd kill me.
- Good evening, Stowaway.
Cal.
Suddenly, all of my energy got restored, and the next second I found myself laying in a more seductive manner, with my eyes fully centered on this fucking giant. And dear God, he was just as tall as he was hot.
- Oh hello there, Captain Handsome. What kind of an urgent emergency is bringing you to me at this lovely hour?
Captain.
Handsome.
Just wow, Cath. You're absolutely the best at handling talking to people while drunk, aren't you.
I couldn't hold back a smirk though, when I saw the confusion mixed with a little bit of curiosity and fake frustration in his honey gold eyes.
- Oh God, not you, too - He whined, closing the door with a loud crack, in which all of the remaining gentleness that had surprised me earlier disappeared. Well, that was quick, not gonna lie.
- And here I thought you would like it. Isn't it cruel, even for you, to break my little poor heart like that? - I leaned back, dramatically covering my eyes with the outer part of my palm. - Though I might have gone a little overboard with the whole "handsome" thing, I agree. My bad.
I loved messing with him. I just believed that this overly proud, self-absorbed prick with a stick up his ass longer than my life line needed a little cutting down to size.
He frowned, unsatisfied.
- Call me that once more and I'm cutting your salary by half. - He leaned against the wall. - What even made you think it was a good idea?
- A tiny, itsy-bitsy bit of alcohol, probably.
He then noticed a few bottles laying on the ground. On the bed. In my empty "presents corner".
And fucking everywhere else.
Calderon started grinning, and I couldn't help but feel the irresistible urge to wipe this little smirk off of his sweet face.
- If anyone asks, it's grape juice.
- What kind of grape juice forces people to make a fool out of themselves in front of the others?
- Well, I should be probably asking you this question - I had to bite my lip to hide the mischievous grin that was about to spread all over my face, seeing Cal's reaction. - What? Did I strike your nerve, Captain?
- When didn't you? - He brought himself back to the straight standing position, and being the classic grumpy Calderon everyone knew so well again. - Well, you're having fun, I see. I only hope it won't affect your presence during tomorrow's duties.
Saying that, he lowered his eyebrows and gave me that firm look he just loved giving everyone.
- It would be a shame if you weren't around, considering that you're starting this week with your first kitchen shift. That would be pretty incompetent, even for you. - He gave me a sarcastic look. - And besides, you wouldn't like to be kicked out of the crew so soon, would you?
I rolled my eyes.
- I'd manage, I'm a smart girl. But wait... - I sat more comfortably. - Was this your entire point of coming to my room? At three in the morning? - I breathed in and out loudly. - Oh my God, and here I thought you couldn't be any more... you.
- I just wanted to be sure that I won't have to starve, waiting for our lovely princess bubblegum to make us all this exceptional honor of waking up and condescendingly serving us a meal. - He looked at me sarcastically. Again. - Also, was that an insult? If so, I feel deeply offended - After saying that, he processed to raise one of his eyebrows to the sky.
I fake gasped.
- Me? Insulting you? Never! Now I am offended. I love your ass-stick so much that I wait for the day when you finally pull it out so I can see it closely - I formed a little heart with my hands.
A part of me didn't buy his excuses, or maybe didn't want to buy them, so I asked:
- Are you sure this was your only motive coming here, though?
- Don't even try to provoke me.
I smiled to myself.
- Don't you worry, sir. I was going to fall asleep soon anyway...
That was a lie.
- ...and at the very least I didn't plan to misbehave.
That was an even bigger lie.
Suddenly, a fun idea crossed my mind.
I smiled and looked him straight in the eye, innocently.
- I mean, unless you order me to, of course. You're the captain here, after all.
That ought to be interesting, I thought.
Calderon realized what was going on, or at the very least that was what it seemed like based on the look painting on his face. Posing myself a little more seductively on the bed again I gave him a challenging look, and after a few moments of what I guessed was an inner fight whether to join me or not, his expression changed, mimicking my own.
Ladies and gentlemen, or whatever other pronoun you prefer, please give a warm welcome to our new Player 2!
Let me see what you've got on you then, golden boy.
I stood up from the bed and tried my best to walk up to him without tripping on one of the dozens of bottles left after my one-guest-only-party. I was doing just great (or so I thought), but then I remembered that one small detail, which was that I was kinda fucking drunk and my legs didn't work that well anymore.
After coming up with some - not gonna lie -quite creative curses in my head, I tripped and started falling off.
Oh yes, breaking my nose was definitely going to make me look incredibly sexy. Good thing I'd look amazing no matter the circumstances - or so I'm told, at least.
Accepting the fact that I was about to lose my own game that I started literally a minute ago, and probably a few teeth as a bonus, I covered my face with my arms and prayed to not fell on a bottle. I had enough shitty scars already.
Just before hitting the ground, I unexpectedly felt a tight grip on my waist that held me back and I sighed with relief. Looks like for a moment I forgot that Cal was, indeed, in the same room as me. And I could say a lot of not exactly favorable things about him, but even he wouldn't just let me break my entire face in front of his feet.
And besides, blood is quite hard to wash off, so here's that, too.
As I was making myself stand on two feet again with a little of Cal's help, I rememberd my first day on the A6 and what I told June when the exactly same situation happened.
Maybe our flirting battle wasn't over yet after all.
Why am I falling so often here, by the way?
- Nice catch! Now you can tell the others that I fell for you. - I winked at him.
This line is fucking brilliant and you cannot convince me otherwise.
Cal didn't look too impressed, though.
- Well, hadn't you before that, already?
...Was I this obvious?
I tried to keep a straight face, ignoring the heat that was spreading all over my cheeks. Wow, I blush so rarely that I've actually forgotten how it felt like.
And I didn't like this feeling at all.
- Aren't you a little bit too confident, dear? - saying that, I tried to keep my balance. I didn't want to rely on him so much.
When I was finally stable on the ground and in (almost) full control of my body once again, I "accidentally" lost my balance and leaned closer to him. Then, I wrapped my arms around his neck like it was nothing; like I was just trying to not fall again.
To be honest, I wasn't sure if he would even let me do that, but he did - and that was the moment when I knew my plan was working.
Our faces were almost touching and I had to hide the excitement of knowing what was going to happen next, because come on, even a child would guess that.
I looked him straight in the eyes with a bold expression.
He then asked me with visible playfulness in his eyes:
- I knew you were quite a flirt before, but... - he laughed shortly. - Do you always mess with hearts of the innocent when drunk?
- Only with the ones that I'm interested in when sober. Very interested in - I said without skipping a beat.
A huge, mischievous grin spread across my face as I saw Calderon's beautiful reaction. It was so obvious he didn't see that coming, and the image of him squirming under my gaze was quite satisfactory to watch.
- Oh, what's that, captain? Caught you off guard? - I was so drunk that I started laughing at my own stupid joke. - Get it? Off guard?
Did I really just cockblock myself like that.
Wow, genius.
After a few seconds, my incredibly dry and unfunny pun hit Cal like a hard rock that must have damaged his head, because he started laughing uncontrollably with me. The sad thing was that, unlike me, he was actually sober. Oh, Cap.
I couldn't tell how long we were in this state, but let me tell you, way too long.
- Okay, you got me here, I admit - he giggled one more time shortly in a low voice, composing himself way faster than I ever could. - What do you want now, a cookie?
- If you insist. - I said that, wiping tears off my face, still smiling like an idiot. - I'm always down for something sweet, ya know.
Like a kiss.
Or something a little more than a kiss.
Just sayin'.
He started looking serious again and I couldn't believe how fast he went from an adorable dork to an ordinary jackass in a matter of seconds.
No, wait. I could, actually. It's Calderon, after all.
- Alright, it was fun and all, but now better wipe that stupid grin off of your face and go to bed.
- Or else? - I asked him, looking from under my long eyelashes, as innocently as I possibly could, and smiling like an angel that I definitely wasn't.
- Or else I'll have to make you do it.
This simple sentence was enough to make my whole body hot, with the desire so powerful that could knock me out any second.
I didn't expect him to answer me like that at all.
Am I horny or am I horny?
- I'd love to see you try - I said, while desperately trying my best to keep my cool. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.
But then he looked me with lust in his eyes and my whole plan of not acting like I've lost my mind fell apart.
I felt like a complete idiot, no one has ever made me act like that except for this jackass. I was always the one making other lose their minds, for fuck's sake! How did the roles turn around so fast?
What's more important, why did I even like him this much? He was like every other high-class dick I've met in my life, and believe me, I've met a lot of them.
And yet, there was something... else, about him. Something that somehow made me interested in him.
For the first time in a very long time I was flirting not to gain what I wanted to survive or simply out of habit, but because I wanted to, and because I actually meant it. And I... almost felt like didn't have to keep my mask on.
Almost.
- You know that ignoring the orders of your boss is not the brightest idea, considering your current situation, right?
- Oh, shut up - I tip-toed, waiting for my kiss.
He then leaned down and whispered to my ear:
- Happy birthday, Stowaway.
And just like that, he was gone.
I smiled.
- Well played, Captain. Well played.
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My first fanfic ever, yay! Haha
I'm not a writer and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for all the mistakes, weird writing etc.
I had fun writing this though, so if anyone likes it I might post my other fics ^w^
Happy Valentine everyone ~
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