#calderon lynch x traveler

[eluvisen]

here we are untouched forever

Fandom: Andromeda Six

Characters: Calderon Lynch/Traveller

Rating: G

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Read on AO3]

[rainidayss]

been tired of rewatching the same a6 edits over and over so I made my own (its a template im not a editor 🥲)

[homeformyheart]

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

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

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

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

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

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

how did nerissa manage to do this so easily?

how could she think she could do this at all?

why would she even want to do this?

“hey stowaway.”

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

“you can do this,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

maybe she could do this after all.

* * * * * taglist: @gloynporslen; @anotherbeingsworld; @pearlsandsteel;

[wayhavnsfinest]

R&R

Reader convinces Cal to let the crew have some much deserved R&R. I was inspired partially by this and by my own need for vacation even though it’s only the second full week of school. As I wrote this I decided I am probably going to a Damon one as well. So stayed tuned for that!

Pairing: Reader X Cal.

You walk into the bridge as you watch the captain and his second-in-command verbally battle it out. The crew had just collected their third bounty in two weeks time, to say they were overworked would be an understatement. 

Cal pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Damon slinks off to his room like an angry cat. 

You turn to Aya who was uncharacteristically quiet during the exchange. “What did I miss?” Your brow furrows as you try to decode the last of the argument you observed. 

“Damon basically completed a contract on his own and pissed off some hoity toity in the process.” Aya activates the ship’s autopilot as she turns to you. “Honestly under normal circumstances it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. However everyone is just exhausted and tempers are high because of it.” 

You definitely noticed the strained tensions between the crew the past week. Damon’s dark circles were darker. Cal’s frown lines were deeper. Aya was considerably less chipper. Bash was actually quiet. Only Ryona and June managed to remain calm under the additional pressure. You were tired as well. Your new “boss” had you working all sorts of odd jobs around the ship as well as additional hand to hand combat and weapons training.

 You bite your lip and rack your brain for a way to try to cheer up the crew.  “Hey, we’re not far from Teranium are we? What if we visited that oasis you told me about.”

Aya snorts and manages to grin at you. “If you can get grump ass over there to agree, I’ll set the course immediately.” She turns back to the controls to monitor the course as the ship sails on autopilot. 

In the short time of your exchange with Aya; Calderon managed to disappear. You wouldn’t say you were close to the former commander but you hoped you were friendly enough to convince the guy to let the crew take a break. You make your way to his quarters as you rehearse your case in your head.

After knocking on his door and getting no response you walk into his quarters. His door was unlocked, so it’s not like you picked it or anything, he can’t get too mad. 

“Can I help you?”

You look down to see a very shirtless, very agitated looking commander doing sit ups. 

“I knocked and you didn’t answer so I wanted-“ 

 “I didn’t answer because I wanted to be left alone.”

Yikes. Okay. 

“Just hear me out okay.” Damn he’s ripped. Like his muscles have muscles. You collect yourself and concentrate on those gorgeous baby blues of his. “The crew is tired. We’ve been working hard, we’re cranky. We won’t do well if we keep running ourselves ragged.” 

Calderon shoots you an indecipherable look. You continue. “We’re not far from Teranium, Aya told me about this oasis. It seems far enough removed where we won’t attract attention if we land there for a few days, but it’s also close enough where we can refuel and restock before heading out on our next contract. I think it would be really good for the crew to just take a few days and rest.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip as you wait for his response.

“Alright. You convinced me. Go tell your partner in crime that she can set the course. You can also tell her that sending you to do the dirty work, was a well calculated move and I respect that.” He gives you a small smirk and you feel your heart beat just a little faster as you make your way to Aya. 

Aya sets the course for the oasis and you smile triumphantly as she tells you the ETA.

It takes about 18 hours but you finally arrive at the oasis. Aya wasn’t hyping this place up for nothing. It is gorgeous, white sand, palm trees, crystal clear water.  Best of all, it is completely deserted. The Andromeda Six crew has the run of the place and you can already sense everyone relaxing.  

You watch as everyone splits off to do their own thing. Your eyes meet Cal’s and he gives you a slight nod, you interpret it as a sign to follow him. You walk over to him and take in the sight of the normally buttoned up captain in a tank and swim trunks.

“You up for a bit of swimming?” He asks as he shrugs off his shirt. You once again get a view of his physique. You make a mental note to ask what his arm tattoo stands for. 

“Sure!” You quickly shed your clothes and reveal your swimsuit underneath. You walk with Cal into the water and try to keep up with him as he leads you to an unknown destination. 

After a few minutes of swimming you get to a spot where you can once again stand. You take a breather and look around. Cal has led you to a shallow cave where small schools of exotic fish swim in the tide pools.

“Oh wow!” You are mesmerized by the colors of the fish. They are colors of periwinkle, lavender, teal, rose and chartreuse. You have never seen fish like these before and they take your breath away with their beauty. 

“They’re beautiful.” 

“Yeah they are, but they are nothing compared to you.”

You turn and look at the captain in shock. Did he really just say that?! 

“I know we didn’t get off on the right foot, but I wanted to let you know I felt. You haven’t had it easy, but you’ve taken it all in stride. You’ve handled your situation with grace and poise. I…” The captain takes a breath and looks at you. “I really admire you.”

You can’t help it, you close the gap between the two of you and kiss him passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you close and holds you against his body. The heat of your bodies and the coolness of the water has a small moan escaping from your lips. He takes this opportunity to have his tongue slip past your lips and battle yours for dominance, it’s not much of a fight as you surrender yourself to him.

Breathless you pull yourself away from him. “I really admire you as well Cal.”

Calderon smiles and kisses you again.

[dontwritemeoff]

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

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

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

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

TW: food mention

JUNE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CALDERON

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's wonderful, (YN)."

DAMON

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

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

"Is that all you're having?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BASH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[full---ofstarlight]

he’s cute when he blushes :3c

[unknowngaytoaster]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

Who he finds first he’ll tell immediately

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[slushrottweiler]

Her royal highness knows how to push Cal’s buttons.

Calderon Lynch is from @andromeda-six

Dialogue taken from an incorrect quotes page, so I have no idea where it is actually from, but credit to them.

This was my first ever attempt to colour wet skin, so forgive all the glaring errors.

[prettyandsarcastic]

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

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

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

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

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

Aya - Bash - Vexx - Ryona - Damon - June 

Odette (1) (2) 

[chenria]

Okay… I had to indulge in personal art for a moment (I can’t always work on commissions, right?) 
Anyway… after the first chapter of “Andromeda Six” and meeting Calderon… I couldn’t resist to draw a picture with him and my Traveler Eirielle. Gosh, I hope I did Calderon justice - he’s such a jerk, but I already love him and I am sure he’s going to warm up to my traveler. 
Though I am sure he never calls her Eirille but continues to call her Stowaway XD 
And you all should go and play “Andromeda Six” by @andromeda-six - You won’t regret it!!

[rainidayss]

Aphrodite (A Damon and Ester Snippet)

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

Warnings: None

Setting: Tilaarin (Epi 7-8?)

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

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

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

“On what?” Damon asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so cheesy,” Ester groaned.

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

Ester rolled his eyes but smiled all the same.

[musicallisto]

wip tag game

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

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

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

⌲ jolly sailor bold (prince caspian x reader)

⌲ firework (calderon lynch x f!traveler)

⌲ all that light touches (helnik)

⌲ ketterdam (kaz brekker)

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

⌲ let your hair down (newt x reader)

⌲ on a winter's day (nina zenik)

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

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

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

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

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

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

[homeformyheart]

other IF/VN masterlist - prompt fills & requests

andromeda six

microprompts //

1. don’t leave | juniper nyux x f!traveler (raynie peg’asi) | 13+; none

physical affection prompts //

16. kissing knuckles | calderon lynch x f!traveler (raynie peg’asi) | 13+; none | AO3

dialogue prompts //

15. “Stop pretending you’re okay, ‘cause I know you’re not.” and 19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.” | juniper nyux x f!traveler (raynie peg’asi) | 13+; fluff | AO3

mind blind

microprompts //

14. overgrown | ambrose kim x f!button (ivy park wiseman) | 14+; none 28. something about [them] | ambrose kim x f!button (ivy park wiseman) | 14+; none | AO3

dialogue prompts //

19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.” | nick wiseman x f!oc (nora mcconnell) | 14+; swearing, minor angst, fluff | AO3 44. “Cuddle me.” | ambrose kim x f!button (ivy park wiseman) | 16+; mature | AO3

little ones //

3. Holding the little one for the first time | nick wiseman x f!oc (nora mcconnell) | 14+; swearing, terrible jokes | AO3 37. Having little one help flip pancakes | nick wiseman x f!oc (nora mcconnell) | 13+; fluff, swearing | AO3

the way you said “i love you” //

9. When baking chocolate chip cookies | grayson black x f!button (violet wiseman) | 13+ fluff | AO3

nsfw dialogue prompts // 

30. “I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.” | ambrose kim x f!button (ivy park wiseman) | 20+; smut (minors dni) | AO3

[full---ofstarlight]

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

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

Ship Aesthetics | OC Aesthetics 

[slushrottweiler]

What do you mean this isn’t how episode 5 ended?

This handsome blond captain and the stunning background belong to @andromeda-six

[slushrottweiler]

“You shouldn’t stand so close Xanthi.”

“Why not?”

“Because... I might do something I shouldn’t.”

My arrogant space-princess Xanthi and her favourite Captain — or Calderon Lynch and his favourite stowaway.

God, these two need to have such good tension. They are not prepared for each other.

Calderon and this scene are from the Star Crossed Lovers DLC of @andromeda-six