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eluvisen · 9 months

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Commission for @commander-krios of Daianira!

#art #commission #a6 traveler #andromeda six #kitalphan traveler #artists on tumblr #tysm for commissioning me! <3

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commander-krios · 8 months

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A Promise

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Calderon Lynch/Traveler Rating: Mature Summary: Daianira Peg'asi loves teasing Calderon. In fact, it might be her favorite thing to do. The playfulness in their banter, it was everything. But something was tugging at the back of her mind, something she couldn’t ignore anymore. Words: 2689 Additional Tags: Post-Orion, Flirting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Established Relationship

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Her nose was stuck in a book when Calderon came to visit, his perfectly pressed jacket gone and a black shirt in its place. When Daianira glanced up, she could see the rings of his arm tattoo just peeking out from below the shirt sleeve and her mouth twitched with a grin.. It was always a relief to see him standing before her, strong and sure, and so fucking irritating.

Running her gaze over his body, Daianira waited for him to see her smirk. His only response was a raised eyebrow.

“You’re overdressed, Captain.”

“Very funny, smartass.” Sitting on the side of the bed, he tilted his head to read the cover of the book. “Is that one of Damon’s?”

“No.” She tried to shift the book out of his eyeline, but he snatched it out of her hands before she had time to register the movement.

He flipped the book around to read the name scribbled across the cover. Calderon met her gaze, unamused at the attempted lie. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t a good attempt to begin with. “When were you going to tell me you’ve changed your name? I have to say, it fits you perfectly.”

Tearing the book from his grip, she flopped against the pillows, ignoring the victorious smirk on his lips. “Hilarious. Remind me to have Damon drop in on you later.”

The threat was empty and Calderon knew it.

“Damon’s preoccupied with that stupid cat you helped him smuggle aboard.” He said with a chuckle, brushing a hand through his golden hair, settling against the pillows opposite her. “You only have yourself to blame.”

Daianira did the only thing she could in retaliation. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Cute, Daianira. Not at all childish.” Without a word, she threw a pillow at him that he easily dodged. “Seriously?”

“You’re interrupting me, Lynch. What do you want?” She met his eyes over the top of the book, her stomach nothing but butterflies and molten lava whenever he looked at her.

The intensity of Calderon’s gaze was usually too much to take on any normal day, but today, his eyes softened. “I wanted to spend time with you. It has come to my attention that I don’t do that enough.”

Daianira couldn’t stop the grin. “Ayame got on you to come here, didn’t she?”

Calderon glared at her, but his lack of a response was answer enough.

“I’ll have to thank her.” Putting the book aside, she stretched her arms overhead, not surprised to find Calderon glancing at the strip of skin that showed when her shirt came up. “My eyes are up here, Lynch.”

Instead of giving her the signature unamused expression he seemed to wear most days, Calderon smirked, putting his hands behind his head. His own shirt rode up, skin tantalizing against the black fabric.

Fuck.

Her own eyes darted to his midriff and she couldn’t help the blush that burned her cheeks. She loved teasing him, took pride in being able to push his buttons, but the man took pleasure in doing the same.

Daianira, however, didn’t concede victory easily.

Tapping her finger to her chin, she tucked her legs underneath her body, lounging on one of the pillows closer to Calderon. He raised an eyebrow at the movement, eyes intensely watching her. Her free hand trailed along the outside of his leg, her fingertips burning as she drew a pattern against his pants, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t even twitch.

“You should tell me about your Guard days.” She prompted, shifting her body so he had a perfect view down her shirt, her wavy rose hair brushing against her breasts. “You worked with my brother?”

Calderon cleared his throat, glancing away as his face darkened slightly, the pink only making him look adorable. For a man who was so focused, so in control of himself, it made Daianira wonder what would happen when he finally let go.

“Sorenn. Yes. He was a friend.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a hand, letting out a tight sigh. When he finally looked at her, he almost looked sad. “You remind me of him a lot, actually.”

That caught her attention more than a book ever could. Calderon had known Sorenn on Goldis. Daianira loved Sorenn best of all her brothers, but to know someone else who’d known him, someone outside of their family, it was a lifeline she couldn’t let go of. And the fact that it was Calderon of all people… somehow that made it more special.

“He was stubborn at times, but he had a good heart.” He looked uncomfortable at the turn in conversation. A flash of pain crossed his face that he couldn’t hide and she felt guilty at making him relive something they both wanted to forget. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to-”

Daianira reached forward to squeeze his leg, smiling at him, understanding how hard it was to think about someone you cared for, knowing they were no longer there. That all you were left with were memories of a happier time. “I shouldn’t have brought him up. I’m sorry.”

Calderon covered her hand with his own, comforting and soft despite his strength, her proud Captain. “I’m surprised I didn’t notice it before, when you first came aboard. You look so much like him, it’s eerie.” His hand came up to twirl a piece of her rose gold hair between his fingers. “Your hair color was similar, not exact, but enough to know that you’re related. And your eyes-” Cupping her face, he brushed a thumb against the spot below her eyelid. “You have the same eyes.”

A turquoise as clear as the seas of Kitalpha, or so her mother had once told her.

“But these-” He ran the tip of his finger down her nose, mapping the golden freckles there. The ones she got from practically living in the sunlight for years. “These are all you.”

Her heart felt like it wanted to escape her chest when he gripped her chin, running his thumb against her lower lip. Daianira loved when he let his walls down, when he let her see this softer and kinder side of him. It was like a gift, one she wouldn’t give away for anything.

“This scar… what happened?” Calderon brushed the spot above her lip where a tiny white scar broke her otherwise unbroken skin, nearly invisible unless she let someone close enough to see it.

His touch left her burning and she inhaled suddenly, missing his searing heat as soon as it was gone.. Everything about Calderon was always too much and yet she found she couldn’t get enough: the cold exterior he exuded while on duty, the fire that would rise when he had something to protect (even if she was over his self-sacrificing), the tenderness in his touch whenever he trailed his fingers down her arm.

The possessiveness in his kisses. The very thought made her shiver and she glanced away briefly, feeling her cheeks heat under his heavy stare.

“It was an accident.” She said, taking his hand in hers and pressing a kiss to his palm. “I told you I wanted to join the Guard. Sorenn… tried to train me. In secret.”

Calderon’s eyes widened slightly. Not much surprised him and she felt a thrill of victory that she could. “I’ll be honest, Daianira. Sorenn doesn’t… didn’t seem the type to break the rules.”

A laugh burst from her even as her heart clenched painfully at his use of the past tense. “He wasn’t. I lied to him.”

Calderon chuckled quietly, flipping his hand around to grip her by the wrist, pulling her closer. She collided with him, not surprised to find his body was hot everywhere. She rested her head against his shoulder, feeling solid muscle against her hand as she ran her fingers down his chest. Splaying her hand across his chest, where his heart should be. It beat steadily, strongly, and she was once again grateful of Zane’s timing on Orion.

“Why does that not surprise me?”

Daianira smiled at him, hearing what he wasn’t saying. “Are you implying that I’m always a liar, Captain?”

“No.” He said, a grin pulling the corner of his lips up. He was such a damned tease. “I only noticed you get into a lot of trouble. And drag unsuspecting victims into it.”

She huffed a laugh, not willing to give him the pleasure of an argument. Instead, she gripped the front of his dark shirt, pulling him closer, his body flush against hers, his breath fanning across her lips. “Are you volunteering to be my next victim?”

Calderon’s hands gripped her hips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, his touch scalding as they danced across her skin. “I think you severely overestimate your abilities, stowaway.”

“I told you not to call-”

He cut off her protests with his lips at her throat and she gasped, clutching at his shoulders while he moved tortuously over the sensitive skin of her neck, lingering briefly at her gill scars before continuing to her jaw, finally settling near her ear. His breath ghosted across her skin, hot and she felt a chill pass along her spine.

With a breathless laugh, he whispered, “Do you know what you do to me?”

“What-” His body was pressed tantalizingly against hers and she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She clung to him, refusing to let his heat go, to let him leave her wanting. “What were we doing?”

“Whatever you like.” He murmured, his hands sliding farther up her shirt, fingers pressing into the muscles of her back. “Or if you had something else in mind, I’m open to ideas. There was talk of… being overdressed.”

She lost the ability to respond when he dipped his head to her neck, his teeth grazing against her skin. “Fuck.”

Calderon laughed, the rumble in his chest nearly setting her alight, her nerves singing with every brush of his hands, every touch of his mouth. “What was that?”

Biting her lip, she attempted to make sense of her muddled thoughts. It was so hard to concentrate on anything with the man’s mouth on her, his chest pressed against her, his hands exploring and squeezing every part of her that he could touch.

With a happy sigh, she caught hold of something that she might be able to use. It might confuse him enough to let her gather her senses. It might even piss him off.

“Cal? I need to ask you something.”

When he pulled back to meet her gaze, she thought she’d be able to get a lungful of air, but the hunger in his sapphire eyes nearly undid her again. Her cheeks were already flushed, but she swore they must’ve darkened as he stared down into her soul.

When he spoke, she couldn’t help the thrill that went through her. “Anything you want.”

A breathless laugh left her. “You make that sound like a threat.”

“It’s a promise.”

One that she was willing to take up at another time, in another place, when they weren’t dealing with the aftermath of Orion and Vexx. She slipped her hands up his shirt, tracing the strong muscles of his chest, memorizing the way his jaw tensed, pupils blown wide.

It was on the tip of her tongue, a joke about Sorenn and him during their time in the Guard.

But… she couldn’t do it. Not because she didn’t love teasing him. There was nothing she loved more. The playfulness in their banter, it was everything. But something was tugging at the back of her mind, something she couldn’t ignore anymore.

He was here with her. And he shouldn’t be. She shouldn’t even be here. She belonged with Nerissa and Sorenn and Elettra and her mother. Fucking hell, even Arlo.

She should be dead.

Sensing her hesitation, possibly even reading something in her gaze, Calderon’s face fell slightly. “Hey, come here.”

Daianira settled against him, his arms coming around her protectively, his fingers brushing through her hair with a gentleness she wasn’t expecting. Each time he ran his hand over her locks, she felt content, his soothing touch easing her into relaxation. She hadn’t felt like this in so long. Not since before the coup. Not since Vexx.

This thing with Calderon was different. Better. Safer. And she wanted it so badly that it terrified her.

Silence fell, tension slipping away from her as he rested against the pillows and blankets, Daianira cuddled against his body, his warmth filling every dark part of her. She drank it in, his support and understanding more than she could’ve hoped for. But her heart was broken and she didn’t know if anything could fully mend it.

“Cal?”

“Hm?”

“Do you sometimes wish… that it was Nerissa who survived the coup? Or Sorenn?” She paused, tongue feeling thick and unwieldy, almost stopping her next words from following. “Instead of me?”

Calderon froze, his fingers stilling in her hair. “How could you ask that?”

“I’m not- smart enough for all of this. Nerissa was always better at being a princess. Being the heir. I have no idea what to do and-” Her words broke off on a sob and she closed her eyes, trying to fight the tears that wanted to spill down her cheeks.

He hooked a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face so that she didn’t have a choice but to meet his eyes. The haunting anger that burned there stole her ability to think. He was devastatingly handsome, this man who had thrown himself in front of the K’Merii, Wren, and one day most likely Zovack himself, to protect those he loved. And somehow, Daianira made the list even when she felt she’d done nothing to deserve it.

“Daianira.” He cupped her face, thumb running gentle circles against her cheek. “Daia. I might not be the best at handling things out of my control. And I’m sorry for what a dick I was when we first met. But- I won't ever say I regret that you’re the one who’s here. Because I don’t. I can’t. And what kind of man does that make me?”

Blinking away tears, the ache in her heart eased a little. “It makes you a good man. Despite what you’ve been through, you’re loyal and protective of your friends. It’s what I love about you.”

Calderon leaned closer, pressing his forehead against hers, gaze focused and shining with an affection she was still getting used to. It made the butterflies come back worse than before. “You’re not teasing me, are you?”

A breath of a laugh escaped her lips. “Not this time, Cal.”

His lips were soft against hers, a kiss much more chaste than the one they’d shared on Orion. Amidst death and destruction, adrenaline high after a life or death fight. But here, they were safe, they were together. And she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was in love with Calderon Lynch.

When he pulled away, a finger trailed over her lips. “Will you promise me something?”

“What is it?”

“If you feel scared or need someone to sort through all of this shit with, come to me. Day or night. For you, my door is always open.”

Something about his words pulled at her heart and she had to keep from throwing herself at him. He was so sincere and earnest. How could she not agree to anything he said?

A smirk curled her lips and she playfully nipped at his finger, enjoying how his sapphire gaze sparkled with laughter. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

Calderon raised an eyebrow, his hands trailing along her arms. “Even better.”

She wouldn’t take him up on that, not now at least, but knowing he was there if she needed him, it was enough. “Thank you, Calderon.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her nose, a smile in his eyes and on his face. “Anything for you, stowaway.”

For once, she let him have the win.

#my writing #andromeda six #a6 #a6 fanfic #a6 fanfiction #a6 traveler #kitalphan traveler #oc: daianira #calderon lynch #daianira x calderon #traveler x calderon #f!traveler #f!traveler x calderon

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fernsplaysthings · 14 days

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Zoned out, lost about three hours somewhere, sketched a fish.

A very Princess-mode fish.

#andromeda six #a6 traveler #kitalphan #delphie //

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delusionaldebutante · 7 months

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Bear Hugs

Hihihihi.. I was looking at october writing prompts... and I will somehow tie some into Andromeda six. Constructive criticism is appreciated :D

OC details: Akira Peg’asi. Kitalphan. Female. 5’7.

Might be out-of-character for Damon, and I went a little off prompt.

Damon x f!traveler

Bear Hugs

After they had gotten to Tilaarin, Akira noticed Damon paying more attention to her.

Not his usual kind of attention… The kind of attention where he seemed to be making sure that she wasn’t going to get herself hurt. He seemed more attentive, aside from the now-familiar softness Damon showed her. They had been on Tilaarin for a few days, Akira and Damon spending as much time as possible together. (Without raising the suspicion of her sister Nerissa ;) )

Akira opened the door to her room, not expecting to be swept up into Damon’s arms in a bear hug. “Ah- Damon!” Akira playfully scolded. She hadn’t expected him to be here so early, “Lemme go, jerk!” She laughed. “I try to surprise you, and this is what I get?” Damon smirked, keeping his arms wrapped tight around her, “Maybe you should be more grateful, princess. Especially when I have you trapped like this. Akira had no issue with Damon holding her. She enjoyed his presence, and the way he made her feel safe. However, she had a point to make. “I’ll get you back, Damon!” She giggled out. She tried to reach his sides and tickle him, assuming it’d make him let go.

“Oh..? Trying to tickle me, princess?” Damon chuckled, his laugh low and excited, “It seems you forgot I’m not ticklish. But you are,” He smirked, using Akira’s vulnerable position to dig into her sides. Akira near screeched, “Dahaamon!.. You’re teherrible!” She laughed, squirming in his grip. Her squirming had no effect on his hold, as he was much stronger than her. “I’m showing you my love!” Damon said playfully, “How dare you reject it!”

Despite his sporadic antics, Akira loved seeing how comfortable he had gotten with her.

He had gone from the lurking assassin in the corridors of the Andromeda Six, a man that she had been unsure if he wanted to kiss her or put one of his knives in her, to the man who had allowed her to see his vulnerabilities.

Maybe not all of them yet, but some was better than none. She adored how joking and playful he could be when he was comfortable.

“Alright, alright…. I’ll stop,” Damon grinned.

“Thank you for stopping that horrendous torture,” Akira said dramatically, earning an eye roll from Damon.

“I’ll stop for now... I can’t say anything about later..” Damon winked, teasing her.

“Damon!” She rolled her eyes, playfully hitting his arm.

“Now you’re gonna hit me? Aww.. I didn’t know you were into that, princess,” He drawled, pulling her into another tight, encompassing hug.

“Put me down!” Akira squealed as he picked her up in the hug, “Where are you carrying me to?” She giggled out.

“You’ll see~” He said, flopping down into the round bed of the room. He loosened his arms around her just enough for her to twist around to lay her head on his chest. “Comfy?”

“Mhmm… I love you Damon..” Akira mumbled softly, sliding her arm around his waist.

Damon hesitated for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “...I love you too, Akira..” He mumbled.

#andromeda six #damon reznor #damon reznor x reader #damon x reader #a6 #a6 traveler #traveler oc #I know its not quite x reader but I didn't know what to tag it

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arcanadreams · 2 years

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hello i have returned with more a6 thoughts from deep within my notes app

ok so i always play as half-kit; i’m gay and i have a thing for mermaids mkay? but i feel like the relationship between Sorenn and Traveller, particularly in the case of a half-kit Traveller, is kinda...i don’t know, wasted thus far in the narrative? i know Nerissa is the sibling we were closest with but right after that comes Sorenn!! and it was his wedding that was raided!! and if you’re a kitalphan then he’s your actual brother rather than half brother and you both had to watch your mom get sick together and UGH i just feel like there’s so much potential angst there i mean it was LITERALLY HIS FUCKING WEDDING EVERYONE GOT SLAUGHTERED AT-

ANYWAY the point is. i think Sorenn is underutilized. especially in the Cal romance department. Cal literally knew your older brother, the one whose wedding was ambushed. they were friends at one point. like the angst and hurt/comfort potential there is OFF THE CHARTS!!! particularly in the case of a kit Traveller, as previously stated.

like imagine Traveller going to Calderon after a terrible dream about Sorenn and being like “You are the only person I know who...I just...I need someone who understands losing him.” and Calderon knows exactly what you are talking about and is like five seconds away from hugging you because god how long has he needed to mourn Sorenn himself??? and just hasn’t gotten to because of all the shit going down?

so yeah i have Thoughts about Sorenn because he is canonically a nice big brother and i think that should’ve come into play more with Cal because THEY WERE LITERALLY BUDDIES??? anyway i might write some hcs based on this idea at some point but as usual do not get excited i am Bad at writing in a Timely manner

#hi i got carried away with this #as usual #it's always Cal hours over here oops #posts #andromeda six #calderon lynch #calderon #sorenn #sorenn peg'asi #wow wasnt expecting him to have a tag LMAO #andromeda 6

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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(BIG SPOILER ‼️ VERY BIG SPOILER FOR EP 6 ‼️‼️ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ‼️‼️‼️)

h,,,headcanons on the traveler being the one who gets shot instead of vexx,,,the absolute panic going through the LI's,,,the first gunshot hits them but LI don't notice until they start slowly putting their entire body weight into their arms,,,LI is highkey Freaking The Fuck Out cause they had JUST saved then from falling to their death and now they might die anyways from a BULLET

(reason traveler gets shot instead,,,,uhhhh they walked infront of vexx right when wren pulled the trigger, completely unaware and then suddenly ow what was that, why is everything so hazy, Oh I'm Bleeding...why am i bleeding?- GOOD GOD THIS HURTS)

it's all ok tho cause luckily one of the other kitalphans/humans/tilaari on the ship have the same blood type so No One Dies!!!

yes!! yes!!! you get it!!!!

I literally have a post like at the beginning of this blog of me pondering writing hc of this exact scenario and now this ask is like. solidifying my urge to do that

I am also a Must Have A Happy End writer so while I will mess u up good with the sad stuff I will make sure it's also heartwarming and No One Dies

I will rb this with a link to the hc when I finish them bc I Will be writing these now

#e speaks #i didnt want to start my blog with cliches #but like....if you're all down for me to be cringe too then let's mf gooooo

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bigmeandragonlady · 2 years

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More Emoji prompts for my traveler Katiya! picked and choose from the object section this time. cut for length and it's still going to be in two parts

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

She loves to swim and is a very strong swimmer!

One of her dreams is to finally swim in the ocean. the currents will take her by surprise b/c she's only even swum in pools/fountains/small lakes but it will be more excitement then anything else.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

I don't have a voice claim for Katiya, i tend not to find one for my characters anyway

But her speaking voice is usually quiet, due to her upbringing and she doesn't want to attract attention. Enunciates well and clearly

Should have a goldian accent but I like the idea that she trained herself to have a different one. Specifically, a Kitalphan one like her mothers and as an adult can switch between them.

Has a bit of a stutter when she gets excited/nervous

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

She does like to read! However, the library was a public area to the rest of the palace and if there are specific books she liked would have to take and read them in her room.

Ends up spending more time in the library (it is very nice and cozy) while Vexx is at the palace since he acts as a kind of buffer

While she enjoys reading romance books she would often feel bittersweet after reading them.

So, instead, gravitated to fantasy books as well as maps and atlases/dossiers on other planets and countries.

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

Katiya's not a big fan of pictures being taken of her.

Pre-game this usually meant getting dressed up and spending time with her family, being posed and prompted, and getting her hair pulled at some point.

However, has found she likes having pictures of places she's gone/ppl she cares about as reminders/mementos

Will warm up to getting her picture taken by others but isn't inclined towards selfies

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

In short: no.

She doesn't have a soft spot or anything and she certainly doesn't want to have any herself.

Not to say she's mean or cruel, she'll be nice if a little awkward

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

She wants to help/fix it/make it stop but she doesn't know how. Ryona being around and knowing what to do and directing that energy helps a lot

Adrenaline kicks in and she does what she needs to- probably cries while doing it

Example: After Vexx is shot, helps Ryona however she can and goes right to Cal w/o protest. Ends up crying at the navigation terminal after she's calmed down a little b/c that whole thing with Wren was A LOT. (can you imagine being them and having Vexx's confession + almost falling in a death pit + Vexx almost dying + getting ambushed + getting 1-2 guns leveled at your head in the span of 5 min + almost watching Bash get his head cut off in the span of like an hour? like. fuck)

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

Katiya listens to all kinds of music, and likes doing so. Hate to be a basic bitch but i think pop would be her favorite genre, it has a lot of songs she can sing along to.

Her listening playlist would be extremely varied

I do have a character playlist here on spotify

Nine by sleeping at last, and is a song that I heavily associate with her and started her playlist with- more recently Waiting on the Sky to Change and Hold the girl ring true as well

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

She is very good at singing. Has good projection and control, and was trained for many years (it's hard not to be good when you have a decade+ of training under your belt.)

Has a naturally lower register but through all that training and practice has a wide range.

Idk good karaoke songs so i dont have an answer for the second part but she enjoys singing ballads

However, she doesn't really believe her voice is all that good; the only people who were remotely encouraging or impressed were Nerissa, her tutor, and later Vexx.

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

She can play many instruments but gravitated towards string instruments and favors the harp.

While singing was her main focus, she did not skimp on learning instruments and is good at the ones she practiced

#katiya peg'asi #andromeda six #a6 ramble #ill post the second part later this week

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mansikka-draws · 3 years

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I know the last time I drew Elia he had short hair, but I kinda like the longer hair for him tbh

#andromeda six #a6 #a6 game #traveler #a6 traveler #kitalphan #my ocs #a6 oc #traveler elia #elia peg'asi #my art #digital art

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eluvisen · 5 months

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Commission for @commander-krios of Sereia Peg'asi!

#art #commission #andromeda six #a6 #a6 traveler #kitalphan traveler #tysm for commissioning me! <3

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commander-krios · 8 months

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Wherever You Lead

Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Calderon Lynch/Traveler Rating: Teen Summary: Goldis is back in the hands of the Peg'asi monarchy, but big changes are coming to the planet and the rest of Seleota. At least Calderon gets one night of peace with the princess he's fallen head over heels for. Words: 4882 Additional Tags: Royalty, Politics, Ballroom Dancing, Sexual Tension, Romance, Kitalphan Traveler, Post-Game, Post-Canon, Game Spoilers

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The hallways in the south wing were quiet, the damage nearly gone thanks to the servants and artisans who had cleaned and reconstructed anything destroyed in the fighting. The war to take the throne from Zovack was won nearly a month ago, a tense peace brokered between those who still stood. Now, it was time to decide what the future held for them all.

Calderon Lynch stood outside of one of the royal suites, staring out of the window at the gardens below. The palace was another world entirely, gold and glittering and its people ignorant of the struggles of those in the districts. At least, it had been. He hoped with Nerissa as the figurehead, something would change. That the blood he and the rest of his crew had given would mean something.

The suite’s ornate door opened to reveal a tiny person with greying dark hair, a beautiful face lined with slight wrinkles, but they wore their age with dignity and grace. Fleur was always radiant, even when Calderon was a child, but there was something humbling about seeing his mother against the ruined backdrop of palace walls. The knowledge that despite the horrible circumstances that brought them here, they were safe and that they were here. His past collided with the present in a strange limbo that still made him feel small and insignificant. That made him feel unworthy of the life he’d been given.

Fleur stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them with a click, only to throw their arms around his middle, hugging him with as much strength as their small form allowed. He didn’t hesitate to return the embrace, pulling them tight against his chest.

“Calderon, there are no words to describe how happy I am to see you.” They whispered, pulling away slightly to smile at him, tears sparkling in their eyes. They brushed a hand down the elaborate navy jacket he wore, gold embroidery reflecting the light. “I knew you would look so handsome in this.”

“You’re never wrong.” He replied, a soft grin crossing his lips.

They sniffed, taking another step back, examining the rest of his attire with a critical eye. Clearing their throat, they straightened his cape, smiling through their emotions. “I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, Calderon. You’ve come a long way from the young boy who ran wild through the streets.”

He snorted, remembering those days with Jasper, back when they were nothing but Gold District kids who had big dreams. “I expect you never imagined I’d end up here. Especially after joining the Guard.”

Fleur smiled fondly, meeting his gaze with a love that he missed on his darkest days while on the run. “Considering how you got on with little Nira as children…”

“You mean how we nearly came to blows as often as she did with her twin?”

“Arlo.” Fleur chuckled, running a hand over their hair, taming a few stray strands, memories dancing in their eyes. “He was always a shit, but you had her back when he took things too far.”

“I didn’t even remember who she was when she walked on my bridge.” Calderon admitted with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “She… hasn’t let me live it down.”

Fleur laughed in that soft way they always managed. “She wouldn’t, would she? Princess Daianira was always a handful. But seeing you so happy… It’s what I always wanted. What your mother and I always wanted. No matter what choices you made in the past, you deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you.”

Daianira had told him, back on Tilaarin, that he deserved more than he thought he did. For the first time since Jasper’s betrayal, he actually believed it.

“Now,” Fleur began, smoothing their hands over their own attire, mind clearly elsewhere. “The coronation starts in an hour. The princess should be nearly ready, but she’s a bundle of nerves.”

Calderon raised an eyebrow, concerned for the first time since stepping foot in the palace that morning. “Is she alright?”

“Oh, she’ll be fine. It’s been a while since she’s attending anything more formal than tea with her mother. She’ll get back into the swing of it, I’m sure. Besides, she’ll have a handsome guard to escort her.” Fleur winked at him and he knew his blush was fierce in response.

“I don’t think I can be considered a guard anymore.” He sighed, the fluttering in his chest at the thought of being on Daianira’s arm too tempting. It was dangerous territory to explore when the future was so uncertain. “But I’ll do my best to help.”

Fleur raised an eyebrow, barely hiding their suspicion as they watched him. “Of course you will.” They paused briefly before pointing a finger into his chest. “You better not be late, Calderon.”

“I’m not going to ruin Daianira’s evening, mother.”

“It’s not her evening I’m worried about. It’s mine.” They teased him. “I’ve worked hard on the gowns for the coronation and I do not intend to let one of them waste away on the floor.”

Calderon didn’t get embarrassed often, but the way his mother was staring at him, he couldn’t help but glance away with a nervous laugh, face heating at the thought of skipping the entire ceremony to spend the night locked in Daianira’s private suite. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Mhm. You haven’t seen her yet.”

He managed to swallow around the lump that’d appeared in his throat, giving his mother a tight smile. “We’ll be there.”

Fleur smiled, placing a hand on his arm. “I’ll see you soon then.”

The sound of their heels echoed down the hall as they made their exit. Calderon took a deep breath, filling his lungs until they felt like they’d explode before releasing it through his nose, trying to find a calm amongst his turbulent emotions. The anticipation over the coronations, his nerves concerning seeing Daianira dressed like a real princess for the first time, and the fact that they were finally free: from Zovack, from running. Once they made it past Nerissa’s coronation, they could work towards a better future for the entirety of Seleota.

When he finally managed to get the courage, Calderon knocked against the door to Daianira’s suite, the sound reverberating in the quiet. It took only a few seconds before she called out for him to enter. Taking another quick breath, hoping it would calm him, he pushed the door open.

The room appeared empty, the sun pouring through the open windows, birds singing as they flew past, a beautiful Goldis summer day that he never expected to see again. He’d never been in many of the palace’s suites before. Only on the rare occasion when Fleur was requested to dress the Stellar Queen for a royal function and he tagged along.

The room was designed like many other sections of the palace, in burgundy and gold, chestnut moulding and furniture, the entire scheme too dark for his tastes. The carpet beneath his feet was plush, muffling his steps as he walked in, the door clicking shut softly behind him. The sun did little to brighten the interior, but the room still had some charm. Roses in shades of cream and pink sat on the table in front of a sofa, their fragrance mixing with the warm breeze.

A pair of pearl combs sat on a dresser, discarded amongst other items: A silver handled brush, a pink sequined scarf that glittered in the sunlight, a clearly loved book with a tattered leather cover. He trailed a finger over the cover, reading the title and not recognizing it.

“Calderon?” Daianira’s voice was small and he nearly missed it.

“I’m here. Are you ready to leave?”

“I…don’t know.” Her voice trailed off, catching his attention. She never lacked confidence. It was inspiring though it exhausted him at times, the two of them butting heads over the stupidest things, but he always loved how she knew who she was, what she wanted, and had no hesitation in making decisions. But this wasn’t the Daianira he was used to hearing: this one sounded terrified.

“Is something wrong?”

A sigh met his ears and he had to stop from smiling. She sounded so frustrated that he could already see the scrunched nose, the slanted eyes, the downturn of her lips. “Just… don’t laugh.”

“I would never.”

Stepping from behind the dressing curtain, Daianira faced him, her hands clutched nervously in front of her, eyes downcast, tracing the patterns in the carpet with her gaze. It was odd to see her so quiet, so unsure of herself, but he couldn’t find the words to speak. Not when she looked like that in a dark gold gown that spilled in soft waves around her, a sweetheart neckline that plunged low enough to see the top of her breasts. A cuffed choker dripped diamonds across her collarbone, sparkling as she moved into the sunbeams. Her rose gold hair was pulled up into a simple tucked bun, a few pieces of hair curling around her face, framing the beautiful turquoise eyes now lined in gold and burgundy.

Calderon lost the ability to breathe at the sight of her standing there, looking every bit the princess that she was born to be. “You…”

She sighed, fingers itching her nose as she tried to hide her irritation. “I look ridiculous. Like a goddamned porcelain doll.”

With three quick strides, he crossed the distance between them, afraid to touch her but his hands twitched with the need to. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face so that she met his eyes. “You look bewitching, Daia.”

She scrunched her face at him and he almost laughed at how disgruntled she looked. “Is that some new kind of insult?”

Calderon shook his head, fingers trailing across her throat, brushing gently over the necklace. She tensed at his touch and he felt like he was touching fire. She burned every part of him, whether she realized it or not. “I don’t need a fancy way to insult you, smartass.”

She swatted at him, a smile twitching her lips. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist before she could make contact, lifting her hand slowly and pressing a kiss against her palm. Her cheeks flushed slightly, biting her lip as she met his gaze. “You know…”

“Don’t even think about it.” He chided her, huffing a laugh. “We don’t have the time.”

“Oh come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t think about it for a second.” Daianira rested her free hand against his chest, eyes burning with a passion she only looked at him with. A passion that he returned a thousand fold. “You want to rip this dress off of me and I won’t stop you.”

Calderon scoffed, pressing a kiss to her hair, the smell of her favorite cinnamon tea lingering between them. His fingers trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps behind, and she trembled against him. “I’m not going to risk the wrath of my mother. Or your sister.”

She sighed, toying with the fringe on his cape. “Coward.”

He stilled her fingers, squeezing them affectionately before dropping their hands to his side, entwining his fingers with hers. When she met his gaze again, her eyes had softened, affection shining so brightly there, the walls she usually kept built high crumbling the moment he smiled at her.

“Fine. But you better make it up to me later.” She stood on her toes, brushing a kiss over his jaw. He tensed slightly, his hands sliding around her waist, squeezing her sides gently, possessively. Her breath warmed his skin when she lingered, lips tempting him to turn his face and claim them. Somehow, he managed to beat down the desire to a simmering flame.

When she dropped back to her heels, Daianira searched his expression, a grin tilting her lips at whatever she saw. “Good boy.”

His hands dropped away as she turned her back on him, but Calderon refused to yield just yet. He reached out to circle his fingers around her wrist, stopping her from moving more than a few steps. When she glanced back, he could see the laughter in her eyes, a teasing smirk aimed at him. He pulled her closer until she collided with his chest, letting out a breathless laugh, her fingers curling in his jacket.

Dipping his head, he pressed his lips against her gill scars, feeling her melt against him, her hands slipping into his hair, gripping the strands hard and he had to bite back a moan. “This isn’t over, stowaway. Not by a long shot.”

“Sounds like a threat.” It came out as a whisper, her voice straining with the passion she felt.

“A promise, sweetheart. One I’m happy to keep.” As much as he didn’t want to, he forced himself to step back, breaking the hold he had on her hips. Offering his arm instead, Calderon sighed, his smile lighter, happier. It was the happiest he’d been in a long time. “May I escort you?”

Daianira laughed again and his heart soared on the sound. She slipped her arm into his, tilting her head so she was resting against his shoulder. “I’d be honored.”

~~~~~

The coronation had been long and dull, like he’d expected, although there was a decent distraction in the form of a princess sitting in the front row. She’d pretend to inspect the stained glass windows and statues that surrounded the throne room, only for her eyes to land on him, a devious smile curling her lips. Once she turned away, eyes focused on her sister taking her vows, he thought he’d imagined it.

After the third time, Ayame nudged him in the arm, drawing his attention. He was met with the sight of her wagging her eyebrows at him, a conspiratorial grin on her face.

“What?” He muttered, trying to concentrate on the ceremony, but Aya laughed quietly next to him, her giggles shaking her tiny body. “Shut up.”

Ayame leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

Aya laid a hand on his arm, smiling at him with sincerity. Or as much sincerity as she could muster while still laughing at him. “It’s nice to see you happy, Calderon. I didn’t think you were capable of smiling so much.”

He swallowed nervously, ignoring the obvious jab at his normal grumpy countenance, but knowing he should say something. “Thank you, Aya. The same goes for you and Khadar. You two seem to be keeping each other company a lot lately.”

She flushed, shifting closer to Ryona on her other side, refusing to look at him again. He felt a laugh in his chest, but he stifled it when Daianira glanced at him again. His skin itched, the desire to skip the rest of the night and take her back to her suite making him tense, but he knew it wasn't an option. So he tried not to fidget as he sat next to his crew, watching Nerissa Peg’asi be made Queen.

After the coronation concluded, they were whisked away to a ballroom where Daianira and Nerissa were immediately swept onto the dance floor, twirling with the rest of the nobility of Goldis. With a sigh, he situated himself in a quiet corner away from prying eyes, content to watch as his princess enjoyed her evening.

Calderon wasn’t one for small talk so he avoided most of the guests, especially those he wasn’t particularly fond of, nursing a glass of wine and keeping out of the eyeline of his mothers. The last thing he needed was either one of them getting on his case about being a spoilsport.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to keep hidden for the entire night.

“Why are you sulking over here while my sister is dancing with one of your crewmates?”

Calderon froze, the gentle sound of Nerissa’s voice jarring him from his thoughts. He glanced to the side, not surprised to see she’d somehow sneaked up on him. He’d been distracted all evening, mostly by Daianira and her habit of making him smile despite his surroundings. She’d even managed to drag Damon out onto the dance floor and after a few minutes, he was dipping her and making her laugh.

At the moment, June had her in his arms, an enormous grin on his face before he spun her, that golden dress that his mother sewed billowing out around her, glittering under the lights. She was gorgeous, always had been even in the crew’s second hand clothes when she’d first come aboard the Andromeda Six. But now, seeing her in her old life, he felt a twinge of regret at how nothing would ever be the same again. They’d both lost so much and he wasn’t entirely sure what was next.

Rubbing his neck, he sighed, eyes sliding to Daianira again of their own free will. “She’s having fun and I… am not a fan of dancing.”

Nerissa made a noise that he swore was a sigh but it was too soft to tell. She stood next to him, her eerily violet gaze on the scene as well, watching with affection as her youngest sister laughed. “She’s right. You’re stubborn as hell.”

He couldn’t help the snort that escaped. “I’d like to think I’m the least stubborn out of the two of us.”

Nerissa laughed quietly, as reserved as ever. “Considering she finally got her wish, I’d say you have a point in your favor.” She trailed off, her smile disappearing, eyes turning sad as she watched June dip Daianira, her hair nearly touching the ground. “I’m going to miss her.”

Calderon glanced at her, his attention diverted completely now. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“She’s withdrawn from the line of succession. After tonight, she’s no longer a princess.”

When his eyes found Daianira again, she was standing off by the refreshment table, chatting with Ryona and Bash, an excruciatingly beautiful smile on her face. He felt peaceful seeing her so at ease, so free from the pain that crushed only her months ago. “She didn’t tell me.”

“We only decided on the details this morning. She’ll represent the throne as an ambassador to Cursa for the time being. Working with Alisa and Zane to establish an alliance, trade routes, and the planet’s future. Which includes independence. In time.” Nerissa sighed, glancing at her hands, lost in thought for a moment. “She wants to be free from the burden of the throne and I envy that. She deserves to be happy.”

On that point, Calderon could agree with her.

“So, since you didn’t answer my earlier question, I’ll ask you again: Are you going to stay in the corner all night or are you going to ask Nira to dance?”

Nerissa nodded her head at where he’d been staring, only to see that Damon had whisked Daianira onto the dance floor again, looking strangely at ease with the movements. Calderon huffed through his nose, realizing how much it irritated him to see Damon make her laugh. It should be him there with her.

Nerissa laid a hand on his arm briefly, but he found he couldn’t bother looking at her. Not with the way Daianira was smiling, like the sun on a hot afternoon: altogether too bright and beautiful. “It’s her last night here. It should be one to remember.”

The new queen walked away after that, her heels clicking in a steady rhythm as she began to mingle with the uppercrust of Goldis. Smoothing the jacket he wore, he made his way across the dance floor, somehow dodging the waltzing dancers with quick steps, only to come face to face with Daianira and her dance partner.

Damon smirked at his appearance, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, look who decided to take those difficult ten steps over here. Jealous?”

Calderon’s jaw tensed, but he managed to keep a lid on his anger. “You’re delusional.”

Damon’s grin widened, stepping away from Daianira. Calderon expected him to return to whatever the hell he was doing before the dance, but he bowed over her hand instead, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. When he spoke, it was clearly to Daianira, but his eyes were on Calderon. “Let me know when you want to go for round three, sweetheart.”

“Keep flirting and I’ll let Alisa know where you keep that damned cat.” She crossed her arms over her chest and Calderon thought it was the sexiest thing to witness whenever she handed Damon his ass. “And don’t go crying to Zane. He’s just as much Alisa’s bitch as you are.”

“You’re no fun.” He muttered, but the smile on his face said otherwise. “Good night, Princess. Cal.”

Damon disappeared into the crowd at the edge of the dance floor, probably to find some unsuspecting idiot to badger. Calderon grinned as he watched him leave, feeling like a battle had been won, but when he turned to speak to Daianira, she was watching with a cold expression.

“What is this?” Her arms were still crossed over her chest and he only noticed in the light of the lanterns overhead that there was glitter dusted across her collarbone and breasts, sparkling each time she caught the light at the right angle.

His mouth went dry, tongue useless in his mouth as he stared at her, mesmerized by the anger scrunching her nose, her full lips pulled tight, the fire in her turquoise gaze. She was ablaze on that dance floor, pink and gold and glittering. Beautiful and dangerous, a woman whose only fear was losing him to the war they’d fought. She was giving up her life of safety and comfort to make sure her friends, the people she cared for more than any riches in all of Seleota, got their fair chance.

The woman he loved more than anything in the galaxy.

“Who threatened you? Because I know you didn’t come to dance of your own free will.” She glanced into the crowd, looking for Nerissa or perhaps one of his moms. It didn’t matter because she wouldn’t find them. They were too smart for that. “It was N, wasn’t it?”

Calderon sighed with a roll of his eyes, pulling her into his arms before twirling her along with the music. She gasped, but fell in sync quickly, the dance coming as naturally to her as breathing. She clutched at his shoulder, her hand tightening against his almost painfully, but he could handle her rage as long as she’d let him kiss her breathlessly after.

His hand flexed against her waist, feeling ridiculous as he moved around the dance floor, even if it was with her. He could feel eyes on them, burning a hole in the back of his head, and he flushed, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him. Clearing his throat, an uneasiness settling over him, he met Daianira’s turquoise gaze, feeling his heart stutter in his chest at her smile, all hints of anger gone.

“I need to talk to you.”

She tilted her head, face softening as her hand slid from his shoulder to settle against his neck. “I’m not stopping you.”

A sudden, breathless laugh left his mouth. “I meant somewhere that doesn’t include your sister, my moms, our entire crew, and half of Goldis staring at us.”

A sly grin curled her lips. “Why? Is this talk actually code for something else?”

“If you want it to be.” He promised, resting his forehead against hers, the press of her body along his promising a passion that he always happily fell victim to. “But I do want to talk first.”

“I’m listening, Calderon.”

And she was, her attention solely on him, the other dancers and guests only background noise to what went on between them. She squeezed his hand softly, waiting for him to speak.

“So… Ambassador?”

She flinched slightly, such a small thing that he was certain no one else noticed it but him. He shifted closer to her, her chest pressing against his, and he was certain she could feel his heartbeat through his jacket. “Nerissa told you.”

It wasn’t a question, but if it wasn’t public knowledge, very few people knew about it which meant her guess was going to be correct. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Daianira glanced away, biting her lip. After a few moments, she sighed. “You were so happy about being back home, I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

Her selflessness never ceased to amaze him. “Daia-”

“This isn’t my life anymore, Calderon.” She wouldn’t meet his gaze and it hurt to see that even now, she was afraid of failing everyone else. “I was never good at it to begin with.”

Taking her chin between his fingers, he forced her to look at him. “Whatever you choose, I know you’ll be amazing at it.”

Her hand left his neck to rest against his chest above his heart. “Flatterer.”

It didn’t take much more prompting to get her to finally leave the dance floor and wander out into the gardens, the scent of thousands of blooms in the air. The moon lit their path as they walked in silence, Daianira on his arm, heels clicking softly on the pavers. It felt like a fairytale, being outside after the stifling air in the ballroom, with the princess on his arm, but nothing in their lives had been so simple.

They paused near one of the fountains that King Fenris had built for the Lunar Queen, Nikolle. One of Daianira’s favorite places in the palace. Or at least, it used to be. Her arm was still snugly tucked into his, her eyes on the glow of the moon overhead. His gaze was only for her, the golden beauty that somehow broke down the walls that guarded his heart.

She still managed to shock him after all of the time they’d spent together. Even with all of her discussions about removing herself from the line of succession, Calderon never expected her to follow through. Not with how convincing Nerissa was.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Daianira leaned her head on his shoulder, hair brushing his neck as she sighed softly, a happy sound. “You are? You don’t think I need to do what’s best for Goldis?”

“The last few months helped you figure out who you are. And who you’re meant to be. Not what other people wanted for you. If that means you aren’t royalty anymore, it doesn’t change what I think of you.”

It didn’t change how he felt.

“And being an ambassador is important. There are so many people out there that need you.”

She was quiet, glancing at the fountain in front of them. The water poured from the sculpture of a mermaid holding a vase, her eyes fixed on them as they stood there in the darkness.

“And what about you?” She turned to face him with worry and something else lingering in her gaze. Something that he’d be able to read even if he didn’t know her so well.

Do you need me?

Entwining his hand with hers, he tugged her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Who is going to keep you out of trouble on Cursa? Damon? We both know he’s the cause of most of it.”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” She said, wrinkling her nose in irritation, stubborn to the end. “I thought Nerissa offered you the command of the entire guard.”

Calderon shook his head, this woman driving him insane every day of his life. But, despite how much she might get under his skin, he would still choose her after everything. “I’m not a guard anymore, Daia. I haven’t been in a long time and I can’t go back.” Not after everything he’d been through. “Besides, being an ambassador means you’ll need transportation. Luckily, I know a Captain who will take a stowaway.”

His heart felt like it was in his throat, but he managed a smile. She stared at him, expression clear, and he found for the first time since they met he didn’t know what was going through her mind. And that scared him to death.

What Calderon wasn’t expecting was for her to throw her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that scorched him down to his soul. His fingers curled into the folds of her dress, getting lost in the feel of her heat against him, her mouth dancing against his, the slide of her tongue between his lips. He drank everything she gave him and he wanted more.

Somehow, Calderon managed to break contact, forehead falling against hers, their breaths intermingling in the space between them. “You’ll be the death of me.”

She laughed, fingers brushing the nape of his neck, sending shivers through his body. “Well, I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, something primal, needy and brushed his lips against her neck, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair. “Did you want to test that claim?”

Daianira opened her eyes, blinking briefly before meeting his gaze. “I’ll go wherever you lead, Captain.”

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Sooo...have you ever heard of this game named Andromeda Six??? My friend and I really liked it and so, I thought I could show you my different travelers (MCs) from there!! 🤗