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arcanadreams · 2 years

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in the ultimate form of mlm wlw solidarity, finding and reading through the entirety of @junipersimp’s blog today finally got me off my ass to FINISH THESE!! they have been partially written, sitting in my drafts for LIKE MONTHS AT THIS POINT. SO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A6 INSPIRATION I LOVE YOUR WORK <3

anyway these are hcs for the a6 love interests in the scenario of “kissing a friend to get a creep to leave them alone and there’s a SPARK” (yes i know damon and cal basically already did this in-game but i’m adding ✨KITH✨) i haven’t played every route so sorry if anyone is ooc ahgskfks also pls excuse grammar mistakes it is midnight

:D have fun!! also feel free to send in a6 requests/ideas, tho considering how long these babies took i make no promises about getting to them in a timely manner

June:

What’s that? Oh you need literally anything? Anything at all? Yeah, sure thing, Traveler.

Translation: Yes he’s absolutely down to kiss you to get a creep off your back should you ask.

The second the words “Kiss me, please?” leave your lips June is obliging. If it weren’t for the alarm in your eyes and the urgent grip you had on his shirt, he probably would’ve asked more questions. But what Traveler wants, Traveler gets; at least, that’s the philosophy June subscribes to.

The kiss is short, but very tender. One of his hands gently curls around your side, the other holding your cheek. The sweetness of it makes your face heat up. You hadn’t expected to feel fireworks, but there they were. When the two of you separate, his shifts his hands to rest on your hips but doesn’t move away from you.

“I’m not complaining, but...can I ask what that was about? You looked worried.” You explain quickly, noticing a few flecks of green shine in his eyes as he learns of the person following you. He looks around the two of you, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. Is he attempting to ground you or himself? Both, to be honest (but himself a bit moreso).

You can physically feel his relief when he doesn’t see the creeper anywhere. He lets out a sigh, turning to you with a small smile. His shoulders lower ever so slightly, almost as if he feels self-conscious for his protective actions.

“Why don’t you stick by my side while we’re here? I’d feel better with you near me after that.” You agree happily, wondering whether the “after that” is referring to the creep situation or the kiss. You hope it’s the kiss. (It’s both.)

Damon:

Literally is so down for this. There is nothing he would like more than to smooch you out of trouble.

Let’s be real: he’s too into it. Don’t ask him to help in this scenario unless you’re ready for some of his usual antics dialed up to 11 in the name of “just doing what you asked.”

“Could you please kiss me? For safety reasons?” Damon can’t help chuckling a little; he knows the situation already and yet the way you phrase your plea surprises him. He had figured out what was happening before you even approached him; he’d been keeping an eye on you.

“For safety reasons, eh?” He teases, figuring he has a little time to mess with you before the creep figures out where you ran off to. But he doesn’t; they're sharper than he’d given them credit for. He narrows his eyes when he notices they are back to being hot on your trail.

“Look, Damon, I know it’s a weird request but-” “I’ve got it covered, sweetheart,” he interrupts you, saying the pet name with emphasis so the people around you, problem one included, can hear it clearly.

The assassin reaches forward and places his hands on your sides, pulling you close to him. He whispers a quick “Just follow my lead” into your ear, which you respond to with a nod. He shoots you a grin before moving one hand to the small of your back and tugging you into a kiss. It is fiery and passionate and has you feeling butterflies in your stomach...a feeling that only gets stronger when his right hand slides down to your thigh and lifts your leg slightly.

“Think we fooled them?” He asks, rather cheekily, when the two of you finally pull apart. Turning and looking around the area, you see your pursuer is long gone. Never missing an opportunity to tease, Damon whispers in your ear yet again: “I’m not sure we were convincing...think it’d sell it more if we walk around with my hand in your back pocket the rest of the night?”

Calderon:

Mmm depends, to be quite honest with you. If you’re just plain friends, he won’t kiss you. He just puts his hand on his blaster and gives the creep a death glare.

But if you’re friends with tension, and there’s been flirting going on between you two? Then yeah, yeah he will. Not on the lips, though.

“I know this is weird but please kiss me; this guy will not take a hint.” Calderon knows something has to be wrong when you grab onto his arm so suddenly. Looking behind you, he can already see a half-bionic man making a beeline for where the two of you stand.

“This happens every time I leave you alone,” he groans. You open your mouth to retort but he bends down to place a firm kiss to your forehead before you have the chance. His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you closer to him. You can’t see it, but Cal is giving the guy a glare while his lips are pressed to your skin. The creep is phased and stops in his tracks; a death glare from Calderon Lynch will do that, yeah.

Meanwhile, you are having an inner crisis over the fact that a simple kiss on the forehead from Cal is making you feel things. The kiss is protective; you can tell from his rigid posture how mad he is on your behalf. However, you can feel none of that anger where his lips touch your skin and that has your stomach filling with unexpected butterflies.

Calderon pulls away when the guy slinks off. His expression slips into a satisfied grin when he sees the creep flee the area completely. You thank the captain. He answers you with a huff and acknowledging nod, but not before you catch a glimpse of a light blush on his cheeks.

“We need to get you a bodyguard,” he taps your chin briefly. “For tonight, stay by me. And don’t wander off again.”

Ayame:

Oh hell yeah. She’ll just as soon punch the guy for you, but...

...when you put it that way, how could she even have considered any other possible solutions?

Ayame spots the distressed look on your face from across the room as she spins in circles on a pole. She stops her dance immediately, squinting to assess your situation properly. She watches as you awkwardly laugh, clearly trying to get away from the half-bionic man speaking to you. He doesn’t get the hint. She, however, does, and slides off the stage without hesitation, ready to break her hand again.

“Babe, who is this?” she sidles up next to you right as the guy is asking you to leave with him for the third time that night. You feel her arm on your back, her hand landing on your hip and resting there. She tugs you a little closer as she continues. “Is this asshole bothering you?” Aaaand she’s instigating. Aya may be ready to shatter her bones again, but you certainly aren’t keen on that happening. The robotic man doesn’t get a chance to respond because you’re already blurting out your own in an attempt to diffuse this bar fight before it starts.

“You forgot my kiss,” your slightly alarmed voice does not sound convincing at all, so you quickly add a “babe” of your own on to the end. Aya stifles a laugh at your acting, but grins nonetheless.

“You’re right; I completely forgot. Let me make it up to you,” she’s practically purring, cupping your cheek and turning your face until you make eye contact with her and oh god she’s looking at you like she wants to devour you-

And then she’s kissing you. Her lips taste like a fruity cocktail and you kiss back as the hand on your cheek slides down to your neck. You hear a gruff robotic voice mumble something about ‘I get it, I get it,’ but you don’t pull away. The smooching only stops when Ayame laughs.

“You know, I was just going to punch that guy, but I think your solution worked just as well. Let me know when you need my services again.~”

Ryona:

Is like Calderon in that you get a kiss from her, just not one on the lips.

She’s honestly just as likely to sidestep you entirely and put you behind her while verbally tearing the creep a new one, rather than deter them with a kiss.

Ryona gives your hand a welcoming squeeze when she feels you slide your hand into hers suddenly. She turns around with a smile, but it fades into a concerned frown quickly at your slightly panicked expression.

“There’s this guy who has been following me so could you maybe-” you don’t even get to finish your sentence. Ryona looks behind you and sees the guy approaching, quickly giving your hand another squeeze before she steps in front of you. She pushes you slightly behind her, putting herself between you and your harasser.

“Is there a problem here?” She sneers at him. The guy says that there wasn’t until she got involved, and she openly scoffs. Completely unafraid, she steps forward and points a finger in his face. “Leave them alone. Is this how all your romantic pursuits go? You chase someone down until they have to look for help from someone they actually are interested in?” The small crowd of people who until that point had tried to hide their eavesdropping let out a chorus of ‘ooo’s and gasps.

“You know what? Fuck this. They ain’t worth it anyway,” the creep retreats quickly. He can’t handle the heat of Ryona. And neither can you, to be honest; she turns back to you, taking your face in her hands gently and looking you over, and you nearly combust on the spot. First she protects you without even thinking about it, and now she’s looking at you with so much affection and worry?? You’re gonna die.

“I was going to ask if you could kiss me to make him get the hint but that worked. Also you’re really hot. Also thank you.” In your Ryona-induced haze, you rambled out praises. The woman in question laughed, covering her mouth with her hand briefly before moving it aside to give you a peck on the cheek.

“If there is a next time, we can try your plan, Traveler.”

Vexx:

Sounds fun, sure. He’s a lot like Damon about it. Takes the opportunity to tease you.

Traveler? Begging him for a kiss? Literally why would be ever turn you down?

“Vexx!” The red-head turns around immediately at the sound of your voice calling his name. He raises a half confused, half worried eyebrow at the fact you seemingly ran to him just now.

“Everything ok?” He unabashedly looks you up and down in search of any injury.

“Do you remember when people would hit on me sometimes back when we snuck out of the palace? And how you’d pretend to be my boyfriend to get them off my back?” Yes, of course he does; he doesn’t want to ever forget those times again. “Think you could do that again? This person will not take a hint.” Vexx looks behind you and sees the approaching culprit, narrowing his eyes for a second. But then he looks back at you and a giant grin grows on his face. He gently takes a hold of your wrist, tugging you toward him. Your hands rest on his chest as the two of you collide.

“How could I disobey the wishes of royalty?” He whispers in your ear, pausing for a second after the joke. His second whispers sound far more sincere: “Do you trust me? I want to try something.” You snort and blush before nodding and telling him that of course you trust him; he’s your best friend. His eyes soften at your remark before he leans in and gives you a brief kiss. He pulls back to test your response but when you chase after his lips he smiles and dives back in. When you finally part, you’re both left breathless.

“You know,” his shit-eating grin is back. “The boyfriend act always was my favorite part of the guard job.”

Bash:

Asks you to repeat yourself, both flustered by the suddenness and needing to be sure you mean it.

You mean it? Well damn, in that case hell yes it’s kiss time.

“Come again? And if you really did say what I think you said...are you sure?” Bash blinks, a blush lighting up his cheeks. Had he just heard you right? Had you really asked him to kiss you? With a pretty please on top and everything? You assure him that yes, you did just ask him to kiss you to help you get rid of a persistent creep. At your reassurance, his stance stops being stiff as a board and he looks far more comfortable.

“Well, if it’s for such a good cause,~” he wiggles his eyebrows and outstretches a hand, offering it to you. You laugh and take it, allowing him to pull you in closer. He smiles at you before looking to the direction you came from. He clicks his teeth and frowns upon spotting a figure making a beeline for the two of you.

“That them?” At your nod, he glares back over at them and raises his voice. “Damn, I’m so sorry, honey! People really don’t know how to take a hint around here!” He is purposefully loud and obvious, and you can’t help but snicker at him.

Bash looks at you, his eyes asking for silent permission. Another ‘are you sure about this?’ You respond by closing your eyes and his heart jumps in his chest. You trust him so much and it warms his whole being to see. He leans in, wrapping his arms around you. The kiss is gentle and happy, both of you smiling the whole way through it. When you separate, he wears a goofy grin on his face. He looks to where the creep used to be and finds no one.

“Hey, we did it!” He gives you a light squeeze. “Teamwork makes the dream work. We make a great team, don’t you think?” You reply with a resounding yes.

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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(i know you havent gotten around to ryona and ayame i just use LI as an umbrella term)

ELI!!! headcanon's on the LI's thoughts during the scene where they come to your cabin while everyone else is on chronos?

OMG ok i'm sorry i let this rot in my ask box, school started and i became a husk of myself for a minute there

I also wanted to replay those scenes to remind me of the headspace that they and traveler would be in <3 I'm going to post just June's for now and reblog this as I finish the other's parts!

JUNE

In all honesty, as he stood at your door with Lizzie on his shoulder, he felt ridiculous. The amount of care he'd put into setting aside all of his duties for the day just hoping to spend time with you, he'd never done that before for anyone and he wasn't sure who he'd become in the recent weeks. To be so head over heals for you, so stereotypically smitten. Despite that, he didn't hate it, being allowed to have the soft parts of himself bared to the world, knowing that they rested safely in your careful hands.

His thoughts are interrupted when you open your door, obviously not expecting him to be just standing outside of it.

"Oh! June! I was hoping I'd see you today," you smiled, his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

"That's good," he smiled back, "you're not busy, are you?"

"Not at all! I was actually, um, going to see if you were free right now. I'm glad you are! And Lizzie too!"

You tentatively reached your hand up to where Lizzie's perched on his shoulder, letting him take the lead when it comes to petting. Lizzie sniffed your hand before rubbing a scaled head against your palm.

As June watches you interact so carefully with his pet, he felt a sense of rightness settle in his chest. He'd made the right decision, letting you into his heart, despite all of the fear that accompanied that opening up.

"Would you two like to come in? I know it's not really anything special in here, but it's home," real appreciation seeping into your voice with the last statement.

"I'd love to," he says, stepping inside and deferring to where you indicate to put Lizzie.

"Well, now that you're here, what would you like to do? I unfortunately don't have much in terms of entertainment but Damon lent me some books. Not...that you'd want to just sit reading in silence together. Unless you do! That's fine!"

The look over tenderness that settles on June's face at your rambling goes unnoticed by you, but nonetheless you pause to let him get a word in, knowing he'd never dream of interrupting you.

"Well, I was thinking earlier that I don't really know much about you, so if it's ok, I'd like you to tell me about yourself."

You sit on your bed and raise your eyebrows, not thinking that beyond the whole "Peg'asi thing" that there was much to say.

"I guess then, what would you like to know?"

June sits next to you, hands just brushing each other on top of your blanket.

"What did you like to do...before this? Did you have any hobbies?"

You laugh at that for a moment, then regain your composure to show that he did nothing wrong.

"You want me to talk about my hobbies?"

"I want to know everything about you," he says, earnestly, before realizing it even slipped past his lips. You flush at that, not expecting such an honest answer.

"Oh...alight," you let a flustered smile grace your lips, "Well, after finishing my studies...."

The two of you spoke for hours, not even noticing time pass. You'd ended up both laying down, facing each other with your hands and legs intertwined, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand as you exchanged pieces of each of your souls, worry of judgement left far behind.

Never in June's life had he imagined he'd get such a precious moment, with someone he cared so deeply about, let alone many of those moments to look forward to in the future. The longer he stared into your eyes, the more he felt himself promise to himself, the universe, and anyone who may ask, that he would make sure you would always be able to smile the way you did then.

I hope this was good! I feel a little bit rusty since the only things I'm writing now are assignments lol, however if someone wants to know more about insect's impact on the environment i can write tf out of that

be back with the other LI reactions soon!! :)

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kings-writes · 3 months

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JUNIPER

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Midnight memories - 2 years and he is still not over you

NSFW

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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

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

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

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

TW: food mention

JUNE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CALDERON

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's wonderful, (YN)."

DAMON

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

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

"Is that all you're having?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BASH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kings-writes · 3 months

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ANDROMEDA SIX

Ayame

Calderon

Damon

June

Ryona

Sebastian

Vexx

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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Soulmate AU with June; part 3

It’s that time again!! I’m guessing that this will be 5 parts but that remains to be seen lol I’m also kind of struggling with deciding how much of this I want to follow the actual storyline and dialogue and how much I want to twist to my liking so we’ll see how that goes!

TW: mentions of anxiety and worry

June clears his throat and says belatedly, “I didn’t know you were awake yet, how are you feeling?”

You ache all over, but especially in your head. You also feel hungry, thirsty, and nauseated at the same time. You’re not even sure how that works.

“I feel like I was hit with a ton of bricks.”

“That...isn’t far from the truth.”

You stare at him incredulously, awaiting him to elaborate on whatever that means.

“You don’t remember what happened to you?”

“I don’t remember anything, really.”

June looks shocked by that, then frowns. You feel the tension leaking over to yourself, but don’t really understand what that means. Maybe you’re just really empathetic?

“Nothing? What about your name?”

You think about it, so hard that you squint your eyes shut, rummaging around in the blank space that your mind is currently. And then you find it.

“[Y/N],” you say, breathing a sigh of relief, but pushing yourself to try and remember more. If you can find a way to remember that, surely you can get the whole picture. Then a piercing pain races through your head and you gasp, opening your eyes.

June winces like he also experienced some pain, but quickly his face turns concerned.

“I think that’s enough for now. It’s nice to finally meet you, [Y/N].”

You ponder on what he means by “finally” but your thoughts are cut off by June speaking again.

“You’re currently on board the Andromeda 6, I found you in the rubble after the invasion on Goldis. Does that sound familiar to you?”

While you mull the name in your name, nothing of particular familiarity comes up.

“Not really, no. Maybe I wasn’t from there.”

June pauses as if he hadn’t considered that either.

“Maybe you aren’t.”

A slightly uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you before June stands up quickly and motions towards the door.

“The doctor mentioned she wanted to see you as soon as you were awake, let me take you to her now before she gets mad that I delayed any longer.”

You nod, though that only hurts your head more. Tentatively you take a wobbly step out of your bed and slowly regain your orientation after laying unconscious for who knows how long.

At that moment, the ship lurches forward, breaking the weak footing you’d gained and you go crashing into June. He quickly reaches out his strong arms, enveloping you and pressing you into his chest. A warmth runs through you that is deeper than what June’s body heat could have transferred, your face heating up at the affection that floods your mind. Just as you think that, June lengthens his arms to set you back on your own two feet, avoiding eye contact.

“I-um- I’m sorry about that,” you manage to say, as you know you’ve clearly made him uncomfortable, even though there was nothing you could do about falling.

“No!” He starts, then softer he says, “no, it really is ok, just unexpected. I don’t adjust well to, um, surprises.”

“Then I’ll try to avoid them in the future,” you say with a kind smile on your lips.

June laughs lightly at that, eyes showing hints of care, before turning from you to activate the door. It swishes open and he sends you on your way to your check up with the crew’s medic.

Your first steps on Terranium are suffocatingly hot. It feels like the sky itself is trying to push you into the ground, and you squint into the hazy orange horizon as you desperately try to adjust yourself before you look weak in front of any of the crew. Yet, June steps in front of you, blocking most of the light and giving you at least a moment to steady yourself before you have to familiarize yourself with a new, and frankly scary, place. It’s as if he could just sense that you were overwhelmed, but after the past few days you’ve come to realize that he’s just a very perceptive person. Strangely so, but it’s not a bad thing.

You almost instinctually step closer to him as you and the crew approach an Arcnos that towers over you, and even has a few inches on June.

“Oppo is really friendly, don’t worry. They just say some strange things sometimes,” June leans over to tell you. You nod and smile at him, thankful that he’s with you while you encounter this strange environment. You have a feeling that you always wanted to travel, but you wish that you had a choice on where you got to go.

Soon enough, Bash is introducing you to the Arcnos, who looks you over with an indistinguishable look on their face, but you aren’t sure that you’d know what their faces are supposed to look like anyways.

When you enter the bar it’s almost another shock at how dark it is, just after your eyes had finally adjusted to the scorching light of a desert planet. There are smells both good and bad, and eyes that follow you as you walk deeper into a room full of people you never expected yourself to be entangled with. After sharing a decidedly unsatisfying drink with Calderon and Damon you wander where you think you remember June going, a curtain separating the room you’re in with the next.

As if you hadn’t had enough shocks for the day, the pulsing music and exorbitant dancers fill your senses before you can even react. Just has you had begun to expect, June spots you in the crowd and leads you to where he had been sitting. A sense of security washes over you as June’s presence is in your proximity again. Lingering in the back of your mind is also a sense of relief, yet you don’t know what you’d be relieved about considering you trust June to take care of himself just fine.

“Are you still overwhelmed?” He asks you, hands fidgeting on the table in front of him.

“Hm, just a little bit. I like new experiences, but I like them better when they’re spread out a little bit more. There’s only so much new that I can take,” you chuckle at the end to hide the tiredness from your voice. Your injuries were still healing to some extent, and it feels as though the last few days you’d been worrying for two people.

“We can go back to the ship if you like-” June begins to offer.

“Oh, no, that’s really not necessary, I wouldn’t want to end everyone’s nights early as no doubt they’d worry about why we left. If I could, I want to just sit here and listen to you if that’s ok.”

“Yeah...I can do that. What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, I want to know more about you. You know basically I can say about myself.”

June looks conflicted for a moment, furrowing his brows before setting his mouth in a line.

“What do you know about the planet Orion?”

You hear everything he’s willing to say about his past, which is admittedly still not much, but at least you have a place of origin to associate him with. When he becomes distracted by the chaos Aya is causing, you slip away to find others, not wanting to sour his mood with talk of things it seems he’d rather not relive.

The next time he sees you is outside the bar with Ryona. In the back of his mind he tells himself that he had been looking for her and that you being with her was just a lucky coincidence, but he knows that he rushed out to find you when he could feel the panic you were transmitting.

Seeing you face to face with a violent Kitalphan, scrap metal clutched in your fist, his instincts take over and he steps in front of you and Ryona.

“Is there a problem here?”

The Kitalphan just scoffs at him, “Not your problem, buddy.”

That sets June on edge, as you are his problem, for better and for worse, whether he’ll admit it to himself or not. He feels his jaw clench and the shoulders of his shirt become tighter as the Orionite in his veins picks up speed.

“Dude, don’t,” the Kit’s friend says, “he’s one of them.”

Horror flashes over the Kit’s face and they both turn to walk briskly away. Good, June thinks. Even if he’s cursed to be this way at least he can keep danger away from you.

“Are you both ok?” He asks, though he’s searching deep in his mind to find your feelings.

“Yes, are you? Is something wrong?” Ryona asks, noticing his tension. That allows June to get back on track for why he’d been looking at least for Ryona.

“It’s Ayame.”

At that Ryona makes a beeline for the door, you and June following close behind, ignoring the concerned silence emanating off the both of you.

You really shouldn’t have followed a stranger into an alley. Seriously, what were you thinking? Now that you can’t see him anymore and you’re out of sight of the crew, you feel worry creep up your spine.

Or maybe that was the knife being held to your back.

“Following a stranger into an alley is a really bad idea, you know.”

And you do know. But you also know that voice. You feel like you have to say something, anything.

“I’m [Y/N]-”

You’re spun around by your shoulders to face a man who looks so familiar to you, yet so distant.

“Your majesty, you’re alive?”

And the puzzle pieces of your clouded mind shift into place and you remember. God, do you remember. Your royal position, the man you loved standing in front of you, knowing that you’re not soulmates.

Soulmates.

You instantly know the feeling you had when you first met June. The secret to his perception. The feelings you can’t pinpoint.

Your eyes widen.

June.

#how do we feel about this #idk how i do!#but it's done at least #i am thinking at the least 2 more parts #getting into the good stuff now with that deep KNOWING pain #see you in a few days for more sadness!#june x reader #june a6 #june nyux #juniper nyux #june x traveler #andromeda 6 #a6

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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Soulmate AU with June; pt 2

pls read part 1 first! Thanks to those who comment and motivate me to actually post things :) I am once again taking liberties with June’s backstory because I need things to have a cohesive narrative but we know like 3 things about this man (also liberties with traveler but i feel like that’s fine since they’re Us)

TW: route where traveler was in a relationship with vexx on goldis, mentions of injury and blood, exactly (2) swears lol

It’s been two years since June escaped the facility. Two years since Julian died. In that time he’d felt his soulmate find love, that wasn’t him. And he told himself he was fine with that because he knew that he would never be good enough for anyone. Since his talk with the other experiment all those years ago, he’d become quite skilled at blocking the transference of his own emotions to his soulmate. It was harder for him to block receiving, as it gave him comfort to know that someone who was meaningful to him was still out there.

However, in the last few weeks he’s only felt a despairing kind of loneliness from his soulmate. While concerning, he’s tried not to dwell on it. With the K’merii on the rise there was unrest across the system, who wouldn’t be feeling at least something negative.

Especially with the crew of the A6 on a critical mission right on Goldis. Walking briskly through the narrower streets of the city, June reminds himself not to scowl so much as not to attract attention, however tense he may be. The captain trusted him with one of the more crucial aspects of the mission due to his efficiency and lack of emotional attachment, leading him right to the palace. He can feel his soulmate’s unease coursing through him, which didn’t make his own any better. June picks up his speed as the time approaches for him to complete his section and he’s just waiting for Calderon to call him on his com at any moment. He has the palace in his view, his left hand palming the pistol strapped to his hip. Then, all he can do is watch as a series of explosions knocks the palace off of its foundation and it crumbles before his eyes. The thrum of his soulmate’s emotions in the back of his mind comes to a terrifying silence.

You had been running. Whether to Vexx or just away from where you’d been trapped your whole life, you weren’t sure yet. You knew when you felt your infatuation with Vexx growing that he wasn’t your soulmate. You didn’t have the fated moment of “ah” when you first met him. But he cared about you, and you each motivated each other to try and make each tomorrow better. Your real soulmate, wherever and whoever they were, had long since been lost from you. You think you were about 11 when suddenly you couldn’t feel their emotions anymore. You had cried for days on end, with Nerissa being the only comfort you had. Even she had to urge you to move on. Every now and again you could swear you could still feel them, but the feeling would pass just as quickly and you soon dismissed the thought. Just wishful thinking on your part. A pawn in a political game doesn’t need a soulmate.

You’re dressed for your brother Sorenn’s wedding, though with no intention of going. You know that Nerissa would be the only one to notice you weren’t there, and all she would do is remind herself to chide you about it later. Finally, you had an opportunity to find the one person beyond your sister who had truly cared about you. Your plan was to scope out the regular hang-out spots for the Royal Guard that he’d mentioned to you before, in order to at least have some knowledge of where you should be heading. You had made it to the outskirts of the palace, the beginning of businesses and homes that had enough money to be in personal contact with royalty. It’s then that you hear the first explosion go off and you turn to see an entire section of the palace wobbling dangerously. The great hall, where the reception was being held. Panic fills your mind as you think of your sister, your entire family inside as the second explosion goes off and the entire palace caves in on itself.

You had at least enough survival instinct to duck into a shallow ditch with a stone bridge overhead, hoping to avoid most debris. Unfortunately, you did not have the foresight to think about the structural integrity of said bridge, and when you hear the groaning of stones scraping against each other, you only have enough time to look up before it collapses onto you. You find your mind surprisingly peaceful in knowing that you and your sister wouldn’t have to live a day without each other.

June discovers your body in the crew’s sweep through the rubble to make sure there was help for any possible survivors or information regarding Zovack. Well, what he notices first is the splash of red on the near perfect white limestone. Digging through the rubble as if it was sand, he finds your unconscious but alive body and just knows that he has to help you. When he’s seen gently cradling your body in his arms, headwound no longer actively bleeding with a scrap of cloth June had ripped off from his sleeve wrapped around the worst parts, the crew is unsurprisingly wary.

“June!” Ryona cries out, seeing an injured person almost activates her doctor’s intuition, “Who is that, where did you find them?”

June repositions you in his arms to give Ryona a better look at your head and other wounds.

“They were not far from the palace. I don’t think they’re a part of the royal family since they were so far away from the festivities. But we have to help them.”

“No, actually,” Damon cuts in, eyes narrowed in focus, “we don’t, we don’t have to do anything except leave this goddamn planet in one piece ourselves.”

Bash looks on nervously, but then speaks up, “I...I’m not sure, but they don’t look dangerous. They don’t even have any weapons on them. We can at least guarantee they’re not K’merii.”

“If we don’t help them....who will?” June asks, his own pain bleeding into his voice.

Calderon, after silently observing the situation eventually says, “They look like they urgently need medical attention. We’ll take them with us and have Ryona get them stable but they’re your responsibility to take care of afterwards, June.”

Cal starts walking back to the ship in order to try and have any chance of getting out of Goldis’ atmosphere without K’merii trailing them. From their shadowed area in the rubble they aren’t in immediate danger, but he knew that at any moment they could be ambushed and the whole conversation would mean nothing with them all dead.

June just nods and shifts you to a more comfortable position to be while he runs, and takes off quietly with the rest of the crew.

A few days later you wake up disoriented and aching. At the same moment you sit up and try to blink enough to truly see your surroundings, the door swishes open and in walks the largest and yet the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. In that moment your eyes become almost more than clear, you’d never seen so clearly in your life. A feeling of belonging and peace settles in your chest, and while you feel like you’ve never met this man before, you know that you know him. How did you know him?

June is surprised to see you awake, but even more surprised when his mind in a way, snaps into place. He feels the flood of emotions he’s used to wash over him, even if they’re heightened and different. It’s not usually confusion and not usually the same intensity, but he knows these feelings intimately. And that fucking terrifies him.

#i hope i spelled kmerii right lol i forgot #i listened to the a6 ep 1 playlist while writing this part and i think it fueled my angst brain lol #i really meant to get more into the main story with part 2 mayhaps this will be a longer series than i anticipated #anyways yummy yummy enjoy your meal of sadness #andromeda 6 #andromeda six #june x reader #june a6 #june nyux #juniper nyux #june x traveler

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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Soulmate AU with June; pt 1

This is based on a post by @lifesanenigma about a soulmate au where you can feel your soulmate’s emotions and ‘reach out’ to them and such. (Go read their post abt a damon version of this bc its super good and explains the concept better!)

TW: crying, mentions of death but it’s not described

I couldn’t remember the exact age gap between traveler and June so I just took a guess lol, I also took some creative liberties with June’s adolescence since we know almost nothing, enjoy your pain!

June has never understood why sometimes “his” emotions overtake him, and Jules’ don’t. He’ll be in a resting period after experimentation when he’s suddenly overtaken by an intense feeling of disappointment and neglect. While those feelings aren’t exactly unfamiliar to him, he doesn’t understand where they’re coming from and why.

As a child of only 8, he doesn’t have much contact with the other experiments (other than his own twin brother), his parents claiming that with the circumstances of their birth they need to be isolated for “statistical significance.” Or something like that. Either way, once he gets Jules and himself out of there he was never going to learn any science or take part in any more experiments.

...

Then he’s fourteen and allowed more contact with the others in captivity while Jules is allowed less. He knows that his brother is sick, he’d always had more trouble with the orionite, but he can’t get himself to accept the fact that his brother is dying. He feels deep and intense despair with each day that passes where he has to watch Jules fade away before his very eyes. While he does nothing, can do nothing.

Meanwhile, the youngest child of King Fenris is finishing their general studies, having just turned twelve. Each day you feel more and more despondent and you know that it’s your soulmate. As a royal child and ostensibly one of the most educated people in the system, you’re aware of your connection to your soulmate. Have known for years in fact, and with every ounce of your being have tried to send comfort back to whoever was on the other side. It was a hard skill to learn, but Nerissa had helped as much as she could with explaining in a way that wouldn’t overwhelm you. But she was busy, and often not available to work through the difficult times. You’d cry in your room as quietly as possible, in order not to draw the attention or ire of the palace staff or god forbid your siblings. The intensity of your soulmates emotions had grown stronger over the years and you felt like you might be ripped apart from both the guilt of being as powerful as you were and yet unable to help them and the isolation you felt while processing them on your own.

June is talking to another experiment one day, an older man who was reacting to the orionite much like Jules, his skin becoming more taught to his face by the day, the sickly green of his veins pulsing just beneath pale skin.

“I can’t keep watching Jules die, we need to get out of here. We always said we would. At least at night I can manage to feel some sort of comfort. I don’t really understand it, but if I try to quiet my mind enough I can feel some warmth just under my skin. I always have been able to feel things that don’t really feel like my own. Jules’ hasn’t though. I wish I could give that skill to him.”

“That’s the power of a soulmate,” the old man says, wistfully smiling at June as if remembering a similar feeling from his past.

“What do you mean by that?” June asks, eyebrows narrowing in confusion and skepticism. Maybe the old man had devolved into insanity more than he thought.

“Your soulmate of course- ah. You’ve lived in this lab your whole life, I suppose your parents wouldn’t have told you about them.”

“Told me about what??” June asks more impatiently, waiting for the man to get to his point.

“There’s a wonderous phenomenon that occurs, between soulmates. One is able to feel their emotions, and if strong enough intentionally send emotions along. Though some find it invasive and try to block either sending or receiving emotions. I always enjoyed it though.”

“Wait-” June says, mind racing with seemingly thousands of thoughts, “Does that mean my soulmate can feel my sadness, and they’re intentionally sending me that comfort?”

“I would say so, yes.”

“Oh god, no, I can’t have them go through that. They don’t deserve a soulmate like me.”

The man looks sadly at June, trying to find the right words to say.

“You have so much kindness in your heart, anyone would be lucky to have you as their soulmate.”

“But I’m so destructive, I can’t control myself sometimes. I would never want to hurt them. They deserve someone like Jules.” His eyes widen when he remembers something.

“Wait, Jules was never able to feel like I did. What does that mean?” His voice shaking like he already knew.

“That means he doesn’t have a soulmate.”

June sobs into his palms, knowing that his brother was going to die in that facility.

Across the system, on Goldis, you feel your heart nearly break in two and fall to your knees in tears in the middle of the library, drawing the surprise of your siblings. You knew that something terrible had just happened to your soulmate.

End of part 1!! Stay tuned for part 2 :)

#andromeda 6 #andromeda six #june x reader #june a6 #june nyux #june x traveler #i wanted to just get something out so i figured i'd split this into like 3 or 4 parts

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Soulmate AU with June; part 4

howdy everyone, it’s been a few days but that’s just due to my recovering from work and being essentially comatose except for pet dog and play mario kart (I am now not working from now until academia sucks me back in on Sept 1) it’s also my birthday on tomorrow (the 18th) so i’ve been hyped for that which has not made me want to write angst but ive found some sadness fuel in me and hence we’re here

run on sentence over, I hope you enjoy this part!!

TW: depression but it’s not labeled as such, some cursing, vexx is mean to you :(

After you pull yourself from you revelation about June and the soulmate status he had decidedly not told you about, your face twists into one of anger aimed directly at Vexx.

Vexx.

You had trusted him. And now your whole family was dead, you only making it out due to your naïve plans.

“Where were you?” You ask with tears brimming in your eyes. It seemed like all of your expectations, the thoughts that had gotten you through the lonely nights at the palace, were wrong. Vexx didn’t care about you and seemingly neither did your soulmate.

“None of your fucking business,” he spits at you, “And if you know what’s good for you you’ll stay away from me and the crew of the Andromeda 6.”

He’d never talked to you that way before. Not once had he even risen his voice at you, and now he looked at you with no more mirth than one would spare a cockroach.

“What have they got to do with any of this? They saved me when you weren’t there,” You pause as your voice gets quieter, “He saved me.”

It seems like for a moment Vexx has guilt pass over his face, but just as quickly it twists into a sneer.

“How fucking beautiful. Now you can go play savior like you always wanted to, can’t you, your majesty?”

“I thought you wanted that too,” your voice is tight due to the tears you’re holding back, “We were supposed to find a way to go together. Help Nerissa. That’s what you said!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t be so trusting, little prince(ess). I was just using you, the whole time. All of the most important information to bring back to Zovack.”

Your stomach drops and you didn’t know you had any surprise left in you, but this one really hurts. You had contributed, handily in fact, to your family’s death. The only people that might have cared about you, some who did and some who didn’t, it didn’t matter since they were all gone.

“How could you do that to me, you fucking monster,” you want to yell out, but it’s nothing but a whisper. You notice only now that you’re on your knees, looking up at Vexx in fury and disbelief. How had you let yourself sink so low? Why were you the groveling, pitiful mess, the one who lived?

Calderon reaches you first, barking out your name in frustration and disappointment.

“[Y/N], what are you doing out here? We said not to leave the bar!”

“Looks like your new friends found us,” Vexx’s eyebrows dip in a way that you can’t determine what he’s feeling, “Let’s hope we don’t meet again.”

Before you can even call out or argue, Vexx is gone in the night, though the blur of the tears doesn’t help your ability to follow him in the dark.

“Stop,” Bash says, gently taking your arm and helping you up, “Can’t you see they’re upset?”

You don’t hear Calderon’s response but allow yourself to get led back to the ship, desperately trying to wrap your mind around any of what you’ve just discovered. You barely even register when the airlock to the ship opens and you walk into the blinding lights until June rushes over, worry etched deep into the lines on his face.

“[Y/N]! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He doesn’t touch you, hands almost hovering over your shoulders as he scans you all over.

You know now why he’s so perceptive of your feelings, and most likely he could feel every bit of your pain and frustration. And yet he remained waiting with the rest of the crew? Were you really that detestable of a soulmate that he didn’t even want to check himself if you were okay?

“I’m fine,” you choke out, “no need to care more for me than you need to.”

You know that the last part was uncalled for, petty really, but you can’t stop yourself from saying it. Apathy spurring you on. What did it matter? everyone who had cared about you and vice versa was gone, either through death or betrayal. In your eyes, there was nobody that you could or wanted to rely on, so hurting other’s feelings wasn’t something you could get yourself to care about.

Either way, the hurt and confusion that passes over June’s face doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What...happened, [Y/N]?” June asks hesitantly, the entire crew watching attentively, minus Damon who you now realize was sent to follow Vexx.

“I saw someone who reminded me of my past. I...I didn’t realize I’d even followed him outside until he had me backed into the alley.”

“Someone from your past?” Ryona pipes up, hope in her voice. If only this was a hopeful situation, you think.

“Yes, he-” you’re cut off as the airlock doors whir open once more. Damon steps in with blood splattered on his hands and shirt, and everyone turns to him as he says,

“We were followed. The blood’s not mine.”

“Followed? By who?” Aya asks, hand cradled against her chest, and a pang of guilt runs through you when you remembered why you were in the crowded bar anyways. You took it as a good sign that you were beginning to care about other’s wellbeing again.

“Royal Guard,” Damon says while shedding his jacket and wiping his hands with a cloth Bash handed to him.

“RG? Do you think they put a tracker on us on Goldis? And what happened to the person [Y/N] was talking to?” Aya speaks at nearly a mile a minute, and finally Damon interrupts her after her last question.

“That is who [Y/N] was talking to.”

“Wait, why was a member of the RG part of your past?” Aya looks at you with only confusion in her eyes.

“Shit,” Calderon whispers. You know he’s gotten it, and you look over at him expectantly, “go ahead, tell them.”

“I’d like to reintroduce myself,” you clear your throat, not able to meet anyones eyes, least of all June, “My name is Sage Peg’asi, I’m the youngest child of King Fenris.”

While the rest of the crew is shocked, and rightly so, you feel your heart break even further when the only feeling you get from June is unadulterated disappointment.

All you want to do is sleep. For as long as possible, and returning to your coma sounds preferable. You returned to your room after hashing out your place on the crew, not selling your valuables, and a surprisingly comforting talk with Calderon. An exhaustion unlike any other you’d felt before washed over you as soon as the door was closed, and while you know you’re not alone in this per say, you feel utterly hopeless.

What is there to look forward to, really? You know that you’ll help the crew in any way you can to stop Zovack from enacting a full-scale dictatorship, but it doesn’t feel like your life has meaning nor your actions have value. You let your entire family die, were betrayed completely by your only friend, and have been shunned by your soulmate and the only person who you felt you’d been connecting to.

The days leading up to your stop on Cursa are barely memorable. You follow your feelings and sleep or simply lay in your bed for most of the time, not bothering to pay any attention to the bits and pieces of feelings coming through from June. On the off chance Ryona or Aya would force you to eat and watch you do it, it felt like conversation was forced, or at least awkward. Less so with Aya, as she held nothing back in conversation and the honesty was like a breath of fresh air after all of the secrets and hiding you’d encountered your entire life.

At one point you had found enough courage after one of these conversations that you had tried to confront June about his reaction and subsequent avoidance, but all that did was lead both of you to tears and make the growing numbness inside of you bigger.

When you were younger you felt elated to have any sort of feeling of your soulmate’s come through, and would easily send back either a comforting feeling or a returned happiness. Now you wished that June had been able to cut all of his feelings off from you, so that you didn’t have to feel his anger burst through when speaking on the negligence of your family. You were aware in some regard of the horrible actions of your father, yet to know that he blamed you too when all you had ever wanted to do was leave, distance yourself from the Peg’asi name and legacy and to do actual good. Looks like you’ll never get that chance, and certainly not with the one person you’d always wanted to.

#i'm still not super satisfied with the way this part ends but i rlly don't want to get into the events on cursa #that's just gonna drag this part out even longer #n e ways i hope you liked this part #there werent a lot of moments of real heartwrenching angst #but the more slow and demoralizing pain of someone deep in depression #which is significantly less satisfying but i will say it will feel really good when the comfort part of hurt/comfort comes in!#andromeda 6 #andromeda six #june x reader #june a6 #juniper nyux #june nyux #june x traveler

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June with a musician traveler

I was peeved that one of the options for hobbies in ch 6 wasn’t music bc that’s like, my whole thing personally so fine. I’ll feed myself

TW: None (?)

JUNE

- I’m gonna be honest I think if it were me, I’d be desperate to play/sing music at this point and would have probably bugged the crew to get me an instrument and/or music BUT if you hadn’t yet, when June asked you what you liked to do before, it would be the first thing off your tongue

- “I used to love playing music! I had a lot of time to myself once I had finished my formal studies,” you start, and try not to dwell on the way June’s eyebrows dip in concern, “And so I asked for [instrument/vocals] because I’d always thought it sounded so cool when at the few formal events I was allowed to go to.”

- June feels relieved that you had at least something to pour your passion into, as he wishes he’d been able to form a personality for himself before he found his freedom. He wishes Jules had to. He pushes these thoughts to the side as he looks at you with fondness.

- “Were you good?” he asks, but you know that he holds not judgement on your skill level, only curiosity.

- “Yeah, I think I was pretty good. I never got to perform publicly, told it was too dangerous for me to be in public. Nerrissa would come listen to me when she had time though. It felt nice to be able to do something for her for once.”

- June can feel the sadness starting to form in your thoughts when remembering your sister, and takes your hand, rubbing circles with his thumb. “I’d love to hear you, if you wanted to play again. Unfortunately not everywhere has the the same economy as Goldis, and I’m not sure when we’d be able to find you an [instrument/music].”

- You smile sadly at him. While you would love to share that with June, you know as well as he does that instruments are hard to come by, even for space pirates.

- “I’d love to, I think you’d love my favorite piece. It’s written by an old Earth composer during their “romantic” era of music. I always loved the slow and dramatic music.”

- “Tell me more about it. I don’t know if it shows, but I don’t really know much about the arts,” June says shyly, scratching the back of his head embarrassingly.

- You close your eyes and begin to ramble on about the types of music you’d heard at concerts and shows you got taken to as prince(ess) and what you’d downloaded on your comm before your brother had thrown it into one of the fountains. Resting your head on June’s chest, you feel him chuckle when you bring up a particularly frustrating piece you dealt with where you nearly threw your music stand out the window, and feel his breath on the top of your head start to slow as you begin humming a particularly mournful tune you’d learned. Smiling as you realize he’s asleep, you begin to drift off yourself, thinking about all the possibilities for music making and learning that you’d never even dreamed of in the palace. And who better to experience it with than June.

- And if you come to your room one day and find an [instrument/music] resting on your bed, you won’t miss the light blush on June’s cheeks as you hug him in thanks.

#this is self indulgent lol #lmk if you'd want me to continue this with others #i was going to write the whole crew but i am too tired today #june x traveler #june nyux #june a6 #juniper nyux #andromeda six #a6 #andromeda 6 #june x reader #idk what other tags i should use

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