#Drew Calderon

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[commander-krios]

A Promise

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

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

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

“You’re overdressed, Captain.”

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

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

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

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

The threat was empty and Calderon knew it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

Daianira, however, didn’t concede victory easily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why does that not surprise me?”

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

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

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

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

“I told you not to call-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cal? I need to ask you something.”

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

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

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

“It’s a promise.”

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

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

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

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

She should be dead.

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

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

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

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

“Cal?”

“Hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

For once, she let him have the win.

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OCs Halloween Costumes!

I really need to be working

Is this canon or for a Modern AU? Yes. <3 Don’t think too hard. 

Artemis and Liam: Both wearing inflatable T-Rex costumes <3 

Nyx and Garrus: Pirates, and Garrus is wearing an eyepatch where his visor normally is. 

Celeste and Zevran: Morticia and Gomez Addams <3

Isadora and Cullen: Isadora made both of them be sexy bunnies and drew a little nose and whiskers on Cullen, who pretended to be grumpy, but secretly loved it

Delvyre and Gale: Greek gods (probably Aphrodite and Apollo???????? Zeus and Hera???) and they went over-the-top with special effects makeup and elaborate costuming 

Desdemona: A Stitch onesie 

Selene and Calderon: Princess Leia and Han Solo : ) It was easy to convince Cal because it’s an easy costume that he doesn’t have to do much for 

more under the readmore ~

~ D&D characters ~

Nitara: Starfire from Teen Titans

Araiya: Doing a matching Reigning/Raining Cats and Dogs with Dro <3

Sirrus: Sexy devil costume because I think I am funny ;) 

~ College Craze Couples ~

Holly and Shaun: Rapunzel and Flynn Rider (IYKYK)

Gwen and Trish: Klimt’s The Kiss

Jace and Lana: Mermaid and sailor (once again, iykyk)

Jane and Thomas: Carbon Dating 

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Tagged by @tangocharliekilo to find 5 words in current WIPs. (I only have 2 stories on the go right now, so let’s see how many of these I can find!)

Take, Leave, Send, Spiral, Arch

Take: (From ‘A Handful’, Slibbs WIP) Between the time, the lack of food in the house, and not eating since earlier that afternoon, Jack finally succumbed to her hunger and ordered a pizza. It didn't take long for the aroma to waft towards him, and she lifted her head from the book on her lap when she heard him stir. Putting the book and the plate aside, she adjusted her position on the L-shaped couch to face him. She couldn't resist running her fingers across his forehead and through his short hair, and his sleepy blue eyes fluttering open was her reward.

"Hey, Handsome."

His mouth curled into a grin. "Hey, Beautiful."

"Oh, look who's still on the drugs," she teased. "How do you feel?"

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Leave: (From ‘Unlucky Numbers’, NCIS/Prime Suspect (USA) crossover)

"I think your boss underestimates your ability, Detective. You still up for coffee?"

She wasn't one to be easily flattered, but she enjoyed his assessment of her ability without showing it, and instead, answered his question with one of her own. "Larry Bowa the best Phillies' shortstop?" When he paused just outside the airport door, she offered a knowing grin. "I'd recognize that accent anywhere. My mom was from Benton."

His eyebrows rose. "Just up the road."

She suspected getting personal information out of him wasn't an easy thing, and she felt pride in being able to do so. "Millville?"

"South. Stillwater." He started walking again, but threw a smirk over his shoulder. "And Jimmy Rollins was the best shortstop."

"Yeah, but he didn't play for the Mets."

"Least you're not a Yankee fan." 

The second they were out in the open parking lot, she sussed out his vehicle. Had she been asked in the airport, she might've been able to guess, but seeing the 30 year old truck made it easy. Following his lead, she went around to the passenger side, and when he made it apparent the doors weren't locked, she slid into the seat and said, "You leave this unlocked in New York and you're not getting it back." He glanced around the interior, his expression saying, 'Are you kiddin' me?' She shrugged. "Some people are into vintage." Her side-eye appraisal of him drew out his laugh, and she relaxed for the first time in months.

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Send:  (From ‘Unlucky Numbers’, NCIS/Prime Suspect (USA) crossover)

Elaine was right, she was agitated, and despite everything she'd seen of Agent Gibbs, it still ticked her off to be relegated to the sidelines. She shook her head. No, it was exactly how the waitress hypothesized- he wasn't shutting her out, he was trying to rein all the agitation in. She had no doubt he would be true to his word, though sitting it out until then was an unfamiliar feeling. She wouldn't go so far as to say she enjoyed the break, but the recharge was appreciated.

It also gave her time to check her messages, and she laughed at the first one that caught her eye.

You find anything in DC to buy me yet?

She knew it was Calderon's way of touching base without being nosy.

Saw a paperweight of the Monument. Looks like a penis. Thought of you.

She smirked and touched 'send'.

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Nothing for ‘Spiral’

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Arch:  (From ‘A Handful’, Slibbs WIP)

"I'll let you do the rest," she said to cover her embarrassment. "You might need the practice. For when I'm not here."

"Where ya goin'?"

The disappointment in his voice almost made her laugh. "I didn't mean right now. Right now, I'm going into the kitchen to make coffee and warm up the pizza. You feel like eating?"

He nodded, then pushed down his pants with his good hand. They pooled around his feet and he sat down to kick the pant legs off. When she didn't comment that his underwear answered an age old question, he looked up at her and arched an eyebrow. 

"I already knew- you leave your boxers on the ironing board." With that, she grinned and turned for the kitchen while he worked his legs into the sweatpants. She covertly kept her eye on him while she prepped the coffee maker, and was pleased to see him manage the sweats with relative ease. He made eye contact with her and she nodded in return, watching him tentatively ascend the stairs.

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[cncoaddicted]

you are what i call life

i’ve never meet you and i already miss you, today more than the others days

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PSA

After much thought I’ve decided that fuck it, I’m just gonna write fluff/angst myself and you guys can feel free to request whatever y’all want written too cause why not? Y/N about to get a cleanse for 2020. 

***This is not at all any hate or shade to any writers on the site for either groups, y’all are amazing and you keep doing you.***

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Real Big Sky by Emma Ruth Rundle from the album Marked For Death - Directed and photographed by: Brandon Kapelow

[commander-krios]

Telll me more about The Docter AU please :)

The Doctor AU is evil and terrible to a good character that I absolutely love in the VS, Andromeda Six. I don't want to give too much away, but here's a snippet.

The movement drew the Doctor’s eyes to her, and he tilted his head almost as if in curiosity. Almost as if she was a specimen in his labs. “Ah, so you’re the one who managed to sway Serif into supporting a monarchy. The idiot always did like a pretty face. It’s a pity I’ll have to kill you.” June growled beside her, blocking her from the Doctor’s view with his body. “That’s enough.” Calderon barked, moving up on Maris’s other side, his hand on his gun. “Where is your master?” The Doctor turned away from them, waving a hand in dismissal. “Zovack is long gone. He might be good at swaying people to his side, but he’s also good at using them as fodder.” With a groan, he flexed his gloved hands and Maris swore she saw more green swirling in his dark eyes. “I’m bored now. Serif, kill them. Except J-XV. I have unfinished business with him.”

[gayass-phannie]

wanted to share this band with you guys

these boys were on a TV show and it was kinda bad but they all sing really well and are starting to produce good music and i want my bois to be known

their name is In Real Life (irl) ik its a bad name blame bad producers they have new ones so please look past that PLZ

anyway here they are

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anyway please check them out ~ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCv44esG8UMXJb8yfs_on_Yw

they are still very new and need appreciation THANKS FOR HELPING THESE WONDERFUL LADS 

also if your worried im a fake fan or like and doing random pro-mos ive seen them and concert and am going again on the 20th

Again theyre In Real Life

please ignore their first like 4 songs they were under horrible management

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᥀ in real life icons!

like or reblog if you'll use it

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Requested In Real Life

Like or reblog if you’re gonna keep

-Erin

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dont go

[cncoaddicted]

2019 has given me many things

he has given me everything I can no longer live without

he gave me cnco in june and all that came with it

he gave me in real life which became important in a short time

thanks to all the people who have been there this year

opening this blog on tumblr was the best thing i could ever do

I have met people who now with just one message improve my day and I hope to meet many more

thank you very much for the wonderful things that happened this year

@anninhiliation @champagne1221 @stargaal @cnco-much @suavecnco

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In real life

Don't hate me but I'm making an in real life gc (even though im new to them) so like if you wanna join let me know