Jun 14, 2024
Mecha mecha kyun!
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Mecha mecha kyun!
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more stellaron hunter sunday
Their every meeting looks like this(sourse: trust me bro)
Well I have a new favourite character
How the Stellaron Hunters act when you tell them you had a dream about them.
Blade. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🪽 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
You find Blade standing by the window of the Stellaron Hunters’ ship (do they have a confirmed HQ?? FOR THIS FIC THEY HAVE A ARGENTI-LIKE SPACESHIP) , the dim lights tracing the sharp lines of his figure. His sword rests against the wall, and his gaze seems far, far away.
“Blade,” you say softly, “I had a dream about you.”
He doesn’t move at first. Only after a few heartbeats does he turn, eyes narrowing slightly.
“A dream… about me?” The words come low, deliberate. “I don’t usually belong in dreams worth remembering.”
You tell him it wasn’t a nightmare—that he looked peaceful, even smiling. The silence that follows feels fragile.
“…That doesn’t sound like me,” he finally admits, his tone quieter, more human. His gaze drifts back toward the stars. “But if your mind can still see me that way…”
He exhales slowly, almost a laugh, almost a sigh.
“Maybe you should hold onto that version. He sounds… easier to be around.”
He glances back at you, just briefly, a faint ghost of warmth in his eyes.
“Next time, tell him I said thank you.”
♡
SAM/Firefly. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🪽 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
You find SAM in the hangar, the low hum of cooling metal surrounding her. She’s running a diagnostic check, her mechanical form illuminated by flickering lights.
“Sam,” you call out, “I had a dream about you.”
Her helmet turns your way, voice echoing gently through the speakers.
“Me? I didn’t think I was the kind of person people dream about.”
You tell her it wasn’t the armor—it was her.
Firefly.
She freezes mid-motion. The faint mechanical whir fades. “You dream about me, huh?” There’s a small laugh through the modulator. “Then maybe I’ll try to be someone worth dreaming about.”
♡
Silverwolf. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🪽 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
You find Silver Wolf sprawled across the couch, her legs hanging off the armrest as she taps away on her handheld console. The glow of the screen reflects off her glasses, painting faint neon light across her hair.
“Hey, Silver Wolf,” you say, hesitating a little. “I had a dream about you last night.”
“A dream? About me?” She snickers. “Let me guess— we were hacking the IPC’s servers together, and I totally carried the team, right?”
You shake your head. “No… nothing like that. We were just… talking in a field. Hanging out.”
That makes her pause. The buttons stop clicking. After a beat, she lowers the console just enough for you to catch her expression—half skeptical, half curious.
“...Seriously? That’s it?” She squints at you, a tiny grin tugging at her lips. “Wow. You’ve got weirdly boring dreams.”
You laugh, a little embarrassed. “I guess I just like your company.”
For a moment, she looks away, pretending to be focused on her console again. “...You’re weird,” she mutters, the corner of her mouth twitching. “But… I don’t hate that.” Then she smirks again, slipping back into her cool facade.
“Next time, at least dream us somewhere with better Wi-Fi.”
♡
Kafka. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🪽 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
You find Kafka standing by the window of the Stellaron Hunters’ ship, her silhouette framed in the soft glow of distant stars. One gloved hand rests on her hip, and the other holding her phone, she seems bored.
When you approach, she looks up immediately—her gaze sharp, but her smile patient, as though she’s been expecting you.
“Kafka,” you begin, hesitating a little. “I, um… had a dream about you.”
Her lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. “Oh? And what did I do to earn such an honor?”
You try to explain—something about the two of you talking, her laughing softly, her voice closer than usual. The words come out clumsy, awkward.
Kafka steps closer, the faint scent of her perfume curling in the air like smoke. “How sweet,” she says lightly, her tone dipping just enough to make your heart stumble. “You think of me even when you sleep.”
Her gloved fingertips brush a strand of hair from your face, barely touching. “Dreams have a way of revealing what we won’t admit while we’re awake.”
Then she chuckles—a soft, velvet sound that lingers in the quiet.
“Next time you see me in a dream… tell me what I said,” she murmurs, her voice just above a whisper. “I’d like to know just what kind of woman your heart imagines me to be.”
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NON-WARFRAME ART???
I LOVE FIREFLY/SAM WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING, EVER SINCE SAM WAS FIRST TEASED 💕