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springfallendeer · 1 year ago

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Late Night Serenade

Subnautica AU storyline featuring @justaduckarts "Pluto" and @pulsarsatellite "Aberrant". This was a very fun little commission to work on.

5.3k words, so a bit of a read. Alien naughtiness. Size difference kink. Weird anatomy stuff. Very sweet but with some strange parts.

Deep into the night, when all is meant to be silent and still, a familiar song begins. Booming and sorrowful. The many complex notes flow effortlessly through the open water, rattling the carefully established foundation of the undersea base.

If the song itself did not prove enough to rouse its nearest listener, then the distressing rattling it caused would have done the trick.

Those first loud, agonizing notes prove startling enough to wake her. The runaway survivor who has come to call this underwater establishment her home.

As soon as she wakes, she struggles to get on to her feet.

While her humanoid anatomy is suitable enough for land-based locomotion, her largely aquatic anatomy has stripped her of any adaptations that would have otherwise given her the ability to maintain balance. As a result, she fails to keep herself properly upright.

The instant that her feet meet the trembling floor, she stumbles onto her knees. Though she does try to stand back up once; twice; thrice, she ultimately accepts the fact that she is simply incapable of walking on these unsteady floors.

Though she can crawl towards the latch that will lead her into the open water, her inability to properly maintain balance assures that the journey is a tedious one. Multiple times she loses what little balance she has. She falls onto her side. She flops onto her stomach. Multiple times, she nearly falls onto her face.

Despite the intense struggle, she does eventually make it to the hatch.

The instant that she gets the hatch open and drags herself down into the water, her lack of balance ceases to be an issue.

In the water, she moves as freely and as gracefully as any fish. Her alien genetics and generations worth of adaptations have worked in tandem to grant her a body that is perfectly suited to survive in the sea.

Through the use of webbed fingers and a long, ribbon-like tail, she easily maneuvers through the open water. All the while her body is jostled by the booming notes of the forlorn song.

It doesn’t feel unpleasant. Quite the opposite. The microscopic underwater ripples shake against her skin, creating an effect similar to that of a massage. And because she’s built to endure these underwater vibrations, they bring her no discomfort whatsoever.

Even the volume of the song is of little concern. Again, she is built to endure these underwater sound waves. She won’t even suffer a headache as a result of listening to them.

It's not hard to find the source of the booming, forlorn song. Not that its source was a mystery.

The Leviathan floats aimlessly in the open water above the base. Mostly still, but not entirely so. They must move every so often to prevent their natural camouflaging abilities from kicking in and turning them virtually invisible.

A slow tilt of the head here. The aimless wave of a glowing lure there. That’s all that it takes for the artificial being to maintain maximum visibility.

Having found her companion, she swims up to him.

This is where the song does become a problem.

At this close of a range, the power of the vibrations shakes the surrounding water more dramatically. To the point that small bubbles even form around her. These bubbles, combined with the stronger vibrations, make it very difficult to swim. Each booming note works to push her away. When a brief silence sets in between the notes, the water abruptly settles and drags her in any random direction.

The song effectively creates momentary underwater currents. Currents which easily drag her smaller body around.

Just like reaching the hatch had been a struggle, she struggles to swim to this massive being. But ultimately she must if she wishes to properly console them.

All it will take is a touch. A brush of her fingers against their scales. A comforting scrape of her tail against their body. The reassuring nuzzle of her nose against their muzzle. All of these gestures and more will work as a means of reminding them that they are not alone.

Her already tired body is exhausted by the time she does reach them.

She was wise enough to swim directly into their line of sight. That way she could not unintentionally startle them with her unexpected appearance.

As a bonus, the Leviathan also ceased with their singing the instant that they took notice of her. Because they understood that the power of their song jostled her much smaller body around without mercy.

She hears the note die unexpectedly in their throat, and she watches as their eyes briefly widen with a mixture of shock and concern. Their eyes then immediately soften with sadness, and they begin to sing a new song. A softer, more apologetic song.

It is quite apparent that they did not realize just how loud that they were being. Chances are they meant to sing their song throughout the night without waking her. But in their state of emotional distress, they failed to keep the power of their voice in check.

She trills back a forlorn song of her own as she swims closer. Her song, while far quieter and of a much higher pitch, resonates with them just as much as theirs had with her.

The Leviathan drops their muzzle ever so slightly as she approaches.

Their song booms again. Not nearly as dramatically as before, but enough to make the water around her vibrate again.

She is not jostled. Simply caressed by the somber tone of the beautiful notes flowing across her smaller body.

She caresses the Leviathan in turn. Not through her song, but through her touch. She places her webbed hands upon the wide, bumpy snout of her companion. Her hands maintain contact with their face as she glides them upwards along the ride of their snout, until her arms lay flat. Her torso bends around the front of their muzzle. Her knees rest at the bottom of their jaw. Her tail wraps around to press flat against their submental space. Every few seconds, as their song flows out of them, her tail is stirred. This results in her tail lightly flapping against their scaly flesh, creating something reminiscent of an affectionate pat on the chin.

This is how they hug. The differences between their bodies affords them no options as intimate as this.

As peculiar as the embrace might appear, it does bring them comfort. She consoles her lonely companion, and they in turn find the reassurance that they are not quite as alone as they feel.

“Plu-to…” Their voice calls to her like an ambient hum, whistling in the depths of her mind; uttered not through words or through whistles, but through the unique transmission of an empath. They are both reassuring themselves of her presence, and communicating a need for further comfort through social interaction.

Conversations are something so rarely afforded to a creature which has been forced to spend a solitary lifestyle.

“Aberrant~...” She whistles his name in turn. Not through any unique power, but through the distinct trill of her underwater song. She reassures them of her presence through the use of their name. Her voice and her touch play in unison to put this massive being more at ease. Though she fears the inadequacy of her earnest attempts.

“Hurt-ing…” Aberrant responds in turn; the strained, quiet tone of his telepathic voice establishing his struggle to communicate. It is a struggle no different than any other form of communication; or specifically, a struggle born from a lack thereof. The anatomy responsible for this manner of speech has gone with so little use that even conveying simple words has become a struggle. It will take years, if not decades of practice to bring them into an optimal conversational state.

Not that there is much need to communicate further. The sound of their song and that one simple word does all that it needs to establish their state. A state of deep emotional pain brought on by centuries of solitude spent longing for any form of familial contact.

In all his years, he has never found a mate. He has never sired children. His only family; if they can be called family at all, are long dead. It is the sad reality of a genetic experiment. Anything even remotely similar to him failed to survive due to lack of resources and care; cursing him to this empty, solitary life.

Pluto has only recently become a part of this empty life; and while equally broken in her own way, she cannot fully relate to the suffering that this poor Leviathan has endured.

“I’m here.” She simply sings back in turn, reminding the enormous creature that their loneliness is not quite as absolute as it once was.

This appears to console them greatly. The pitch of their next few notes change. They are higher and drawn out much like whistles, or a hum. The sound stirs the water less and allows her to comfortably rest on their snout so that she can cuddle with them properly.

But the pitch and the volume change abruptly in the middle of the song. As does Aberrant’s posture.

Their entire body tenses abruptly and their song deepens dramatically; it is as if a sudden and intense pain took hold of them, causing them to flinch and groan in distress.

Pluto finds herself jostled not by the volume of the vocalization, but by the sharp, unintentional movement brought on by the Leviathan’s sudden bout of full body tension. She is nearly knocked off of his muzzle, but is able to use the momentum of his movements to guide herself back so that she can lay completely atop his snout.

Another deep groan resonates from him as she settles atop his nose. His bioluminescence begins to act up, causing the many glowing barbs and spots that line his body to burst to life; making him all the more visible in the darkness of the nocturnal sea.

Suddenly he seems to be in a lot of physical distress. She is rightly concerned, as she has no means of guessing exactly what it is that has caused this problem. Nor does she know if it is a problem that she can even fix.

Worried, she begins to gently pat the bridge of their nose, near their front facing eyes.

“Aberrant?!” Pluto calls to him. The desperation in her tone of voice is obvious. She is concerned about her friend and eager to help alleviate their pain however she can. But she needs to know what is wrong. She cannot help if she does not know what is wrong with them.

“Hurts!...” Aberrant’s voice groans in turn, unintentionally piercing the depths of the woman’s mind with a taste of the discomfort that has overtaken him. His empath abilities unwittingly acting as a double edge sword, which allow him to feel her emotional state while also allowing her to feel his, if and when he is willing to share that burden.

Pluto finds herself struck by his intense but unexpected emotional duress.

She feels his pain and his loneliness.

But she also feels his frustration. His raw, sexual frustration.

For centuries he has been without companionship. He has never had a mate. Tonight’s unexpected, booming song was not purely born from loneliness; but from the desire to breed.

In a roundabout way, he was in heat, or rut. The climate was just right. His hormones were running rampant.

He was like an animal unexpectedly thrust into the depths of the breeding season. Centuries of frustration have returned to antagonize him once more, and he once again found himself without means of properly relieving these urges.

And Pluto has found herself being subjected to these same pent up urges through their empathic connection.

Hormones flood her body abruptly and without restraint, sending her into a heat cycle of her own. Her skin flushes, causing beautiful patterns of pink and lavender to stand out against the lighter portions of her skin; an adaptation meant to signal her own eagerness to mate.

Aberrant is just as startled by her sudden rush of arousal as he was distressed by his own; because the double edged sword of the empath has naturally assured that he will feel her emotional state in turn. He nearly tosses her off of him with his sudden jolt of surprise.

The two of them begin to groan in unison, a mixture of sexual hormones, confusion, and desire taking hold of them all at once.

Neither are all that sure of what to do.

Hesitation mixes into their already scrambled emotions. Primal urges fight with logical minds. Fear and doubt battle with desire. The instinct to seek out that intimacy brawls with the knowledge of how that intimacy will change them.

In the end, they both submit to these urges.

Unexpected as this situation is, their desires are mutual. There is no need to overcomplicate things through haphazard words when they can literally feel each other’s desires.

But the open water is not the place for these desires to be fulfilled. They are too exposed. Too vulnerable to potential threats.

Pluto holds fast to Aberrant’s face as he makes a fast, smooth dive to the depths of the sea.

His massive body settles upon the smooth, glittering sand of the seabed. Underwater dust and debris is stirred as a result of his sudden approach. The cloud both provides cover and hides them from any prying eyes that might roam these dark water. Though the ambient glow of his bioluminescence reflects off of the many floating grains; which in turn creates the illusion that a much larger creature has settled upon the sand.

The Leviathan sings again as Pluto begins to tentatively explore.

The drastic differences between their bodies will likely make this process difficult. Not to mention risky.

There will be a lot of touch and go while they figure out what can and cannot be done in the pursuit of sexual intimacy.

The many lures that dangle from Aberrant’s head become a means of curiously exploring the woman’s body. They wrap lightly around her limbs as she guides herself down their nose, towards the end of their muzzle.

The instant that she has reached his mouth, his tongue darts out to affectionately lap at her body. An action which is neither new nor unfamiliar to them.

Only now, the fabric irritates him; it prevents him from caressing her skin directly with his lures or his tongue.

Pluto submits as her body is swiftly snared by the many tentacle-like lures that protrude from Aberrant’s head. Some wrap around her arms and legs to hold them still as others sneak directly into her wetsuit.

Frustrated as they are, the Leviathan is mindful. They have no desire to hurt their companion and soon to be lover. Irritated as they are with the wetsuit, they make sure not to hurt its wearer as they proceed to easily rip it to pieces.

The beautiful markings that line Pluto’s body are put on full display once the suit is ripped apart. The pink and lavender patterns resemble leaves and flowers. They are designed to amplify specific physical features. As a result, her cheeks stand out. As do her small breasts, her abdomen, and her vulva.

Aberrant appears to be fixated with her strange, but beautiful new appearance. He sings a familiar, playful note as he proceeds to drag his tongue along her bare body.

Pluto trembles in delight. The Leviathan’s tongue is soft and warm. The many papillae lining the slippery muscle stimulate her pleasantly; the bumpy texture proves especially appealing lower down on her body.

The double edged skill of the empath assures that Aberrant is well aware of how much the woman enjoys being licked. He is also aware of where she prefers his tongue to touch her.

A pleasant trill escapes him as he pokes his tongue out to lick her again. His many head lures remain wrapped around her smaller, delicate frame all the while. He’ll keep hold of her until it comes time to let her explore.

But that can wait.

Right now, his focus is entirely on exploring the joys of stroking her with his tongue.

Aberrant can feel how his tongue stimulates her. Each stroke against her lower half sends pleasant tingles coursing through his pelvic region. As a result, he comes to enjoy licking her just as much as she enjoys being licked. The positive feedback loop becomes something of a reinforcement.

Especially when the sensations begin to grow more intense.

He doesn’t exactly understand why the pleasure seems to build the way it does, but he also can’t be bothered to question it. All he knows is that it feels good; to Pluto and to himself by proxy.

So he continues to work his tongue, dragging it slower each time; until eventually he’s just persistently grinding the tip of his tongue between her spread legs.

“Abe~!” Pluto sings his nickname in a sweet, enthusiastic voice as she rolls her hips against his tongue.

Her voice only encourages him further.

“Plu-to~” Aberrant sings her name in turn, mixing his vocalizations with his telepathic voice so that he can fully convey his delight.

The pleasure is so intense now.

Pluto trembles in his grasp as he continues to grind his tongue between her legs.

Her taste changes, becoming sweeter and more potent. Feminine hormones wash over his tongue, enticing him further.

They sing in unison as something amazing happens.

The pleasure seems to reach a peak. Intense waves of euphoria cause them to tense and relax in pleasant pulses.

Aberrant feels Pluto’s orgasm; and Pluto becomes acutely aware of the fact that Aberrant has experienced an orgasm of their own in turn. An orgasm not unlike her own. One that leaves him twitching internally the same way that her vulva throbs against his tongue.

When the initial disorientation wears off, the woman is left all the more aware of the Leviathan’s intense, romantic glow. His one monotone glow has transitioned to ripples of vibrant colors. Colors which transition every few seconds for a minute or so, before settling back onto a singular hue.

Aberrant purrs as he shifts so that he can affectionately nuzzle the woman.

Pluto responds in turn by gently running her hands along his snout.

The two maintain unwavering eye contact as they cuddle for a moment. Skin to skin adds to the intimacy of the orgasmic afterglow.

But the moment of stillness doesn’t last long. Aberrant is soon curious about Pluto’s body once more; and the woman is admittedly interested in finding out just what else the Leviathan might be able to get away with.

Aberrant uses his lures to adjust the woman in his hold. He has her lay down atop his muzzle so that he can properly observe her body.

She spreads her legs on her own accord, eager to show off the part of her body that is now in desperate need of stimulation.

The Leviathan can sense it through their empathic connection.

She wants something inside. She wants him to fill her up and stir up her insides however he can; without hurting her, of course.

Curiosity and desire mingle.

Aberrant uses his glowing lures to explore the possibilities at play. He further coaxes her legs apart with gentle tugs.

At last, he pushes onwards with his desired experiment.

The bulbous end of one of his tendrils is delicately pressed between Pluto’s legs. He compares size and shape to determine if insertion is even a possibility, all while taking into account the fact that these tentacle-like lures of his are rather malleable.

He remains as gentle as he can as he attempts to usher the glowing bulb at the end of his tendril into her.

He observes how her body stretches to accommodate the girthy mass of flesh, and how his own flesh compresses and distorts in order to squeeze into this unexplored orifice.

At no point is Pluto put in pain.

Though she - and Aberrant by extension - is startled when the tip of the lure suddenly pops inside of her. After having cleared that threshold of resistance, it really did snap in easily. When it does, she registers a very slight sting from the abrupt movement. But following that, there is only pleasure.

She tries and fails to trill his name as the euphoria rushes over her. All that she can do is moan and spread her legs further in an inviting and submissive manner. The sensation of being filled is oh so satisfying in its own right.

The Leviathan is satisfied as well. Satisfied and fixated. He can see the faint bulge in Pluto’s abdomen where his lure has nestled inside of her.

Not only that, he can see the glow of his lure through her skin. The pink and lavender markings on her abdomen seem to light up from the internal bioluminescence.

He quite likes the way it looks; not to mention the way it feels.

Something inside of him is being stirred up by this little experiment. The phantom sensation of being thoroughly filled by a large, bulbous object adds to the satisfaction of what he’s doing.

No wonder Pluto likes it. It is quite pleasant to be filled.

Even though he only feels it through his empathic connection to her, he does enjoy it. Nothing about the sensation feels odd or unpleasant.

It is as if he is equally as built to be filled as she is.

He could do this all night, if she allowed it. But Pluto has grown curious of his body in her own right. As much as she wants to be stirred up and teased by the fleshy, glowing appendage that has been stuffed into her, she still wants her chance to explore. Allowing him to indulge for much longer will no doubt leave her sore and exhausted.

Not only that; she wants to find some other means of mutual pleasure. Up until now, Aberrant has only experienced the bliss of sexual intimacy as a byproduct of pleasing her.

She wants to please him. Or better yet, find a way to allow them to mutually please each other.

Aberrant reluctantly removes his lure from her. Very reluctantly.

In all fairness, her body is equally as reluctant to release him. He has to coax the bulbous mass of flesh out of her just as carefully as he had to coax it in. And just like before, when the resistance finally disappears, everything moves abruptly. So his lure pops out of her just like it had popped into her. Only this time, it makes a very obvious sound.

The sound of suction.

He wants to put the lure back in so bad. Just so that he can remove it again. The stimulation is wonderful and the sound is addicting. But he obediently releases Pluto so that she can take some initiative and explore his heated body.

The light given off by his body guides her down, not that what she’s looking for is hard to spot.

She never would have expected it to be white. White and… Opalescent? The light of his bioluminescence reflects off of the slippery flesh in all manner of soft, pleasant colors. As a result, Aberrant’s phallus stands out as a stark contrast to the rest of his darker toned body.

The shape itself is eye-catching as well. What she first mistook for a singular phallus then appears to be multiple tangled together in a neat, uniform fashion. Then on closer inspection, she realizes that it really is just one. The long, girthy tentacle is simply lined with a series of fleshy bumps; comparable to papillae; as well as multiple long tips. Three of them to be specific; each as long as her hand from fingertip to wrist.

He has such strange but fascinating genitals.

Aberrant sings impatiently as she tentatively familiarizes herself with his genitals. He is obviously eager to be touched. But he reluctantly keeps himself still and waits for Pluto to do as she will.

She is rightly intimidating by the size of it. At least thrice the length of her body and as prehensile as the tendrils growing from the Leviathan’s head.

Come to think of it… His penis honestly resembles a more complicated version of the muscular lures that line his skull. There are more ridges; and these ridges are longer. But instead of bioluminescent spots, his penis is lined with a series of large black spots which seem to absorb light.

It really is strange.

But not so strange that it makes her uneasy.

Outside of its impressive size, she’s not at all bothered by it. She just has to accept the fact that it’s impossible for her to really mate with Aberrant the way that nature would otherwise intend.

Or so she briefly assumed.

With more exploration, she finds something interesting. At the base of his phallus, around where his cloaca opens, there is an additional protrusion.

A smaller, more simplistic replica of his tentacle shaft? Possibly atrophied or deformed? Or something else, perhaps?

She isn’t quite sure what it is. But it's not nearly as intimidating as its larger counterpart. Seven or eight inches long. Smaller bumps. Only on tip. The same color, but it lacks the black spots.

Tentatively, she wraps her hand around it. Just to test the waters.

Aberrant squeaks. Then he sings in delight.

Alright. That was a good sign. She can feel how much he likes it through their connection. So she’s at least managed to find a means of making him feel good.

But she’s still curious. Is there anything else that she can do? She wants to make sure that he can enjoy this experience as much as possible. With her smaller size, she’ll need to stimulate him as much as she can.

Her curiosity inevitably brings her to his cloaca.

On some level, she can compare it to a vulva. There’s two fleshy outer lips which would normally come together to protect the delicate genitals that hide within it.

Will he like it if she stimulates inside?

Pluto gently presses her hands against the fleshy lips to usher them further apart, but she waits before doing anything else.

Obviously she won’t continue if this distresses Aberrant.

He responds with enthusiasm. Just as he had felt her desire to be filled, she can now feel his desire to be filled.

That’s all the permission that she needs to press on. She fully spreads his cloaca so that she can have a look at what little there is that remains hidden.

Two holes. Not all that far apart. One higher than the other.

Wait. Two???

Aberrant was male, right? Or… No. She was foolish to assume just based on his visible genitals. Plenty of creatures on this world are more complicated than that.

He must have both. That would certainly explain his desire to have something inserted into him.

Carefully, she reaches towards the higher orifice with one hand. Admittedly, she’s afraid of hurting him. He’s a virgin and has never been stimulated. She doesn’t even know how his anatomy works. It's possible that his vaginal canal isn’t all that well developed. He could be a transitional species that changes sex later on in life.

Her concerns quickly disappear when Aberrant sings again, delighted by the stimulation. He squirms as he sings, seemingly begging for her to stimulate him further.

Thoroughly motivated, she first slides her fingers into him. Then her hand, followed promptly by her arm.

He’s snug around her, but not tight. He can’t clamp down enough to actually grip her due to her small size. But based on his vocalizations, he’s enjoying the stimulation regardless.

Now thoroughly paying attention, she realizes that the smaller phallus is most likely a clitoris.

Knowing how sensitive her own clitoris is, she can only assume how sensitive his must be.

Alright. This can work. They can both enjoy this in a safe, satisfying way.

Carefully, Pluto straddles his large, wriggling phallus. Not to ride it, but to use it as support while she gets everything into place.

Aberrant trills in delight just feeling her hold onto his shaft. His song heightens in pitch when she then moves on to the next phase of her plan.

She can’t ride his penis. But she can ride his clitoris. It feels about the same to her once it slips inside her already prepped vaginal opening; and he certainly doesn’t complain. The stimulation feels amazing. She can hear it in his voice just as well as she can feel it through their empathic connection.

Neither of them are going to last long, doing this. The mutual pleasure amplifies the potency of the feedback look, effectively doubling the intensity of the overall stimulation.

One last thing.

Pluto carefully slips her tail into Aberrant’s vaginal opening. Her long, slender appendage is able to wriggle about inside of him and stimulate him. She can’t quite fill him up the way he craves, but she can give him the next best thing. He certainly isn’t complaining.

Having gotten everything where it needs to be, the woman offers a tentative roll of the hips.

Stars above, it feels incredible. The intensity of the euphoria is like a brain fog. Thick and pleasant; almost addictive.

She finds herself holding on tighter to the base of Aberrant’s shaft, which reflexively twists about in search of additional stimulation. He winds up wrapping it around her and using it to help her ride his throbbing clitoris.

The three-pronged head also winds up twisting around to linger near her face.

She’s not quite sure why she does it. Maybe it's the desire to please the sexually frustrated Leviathan. Maybe she just wants to repay him for his earlier pampering. Regardless, she takes to teasing him with her tongue as she rides his clit.

Aberrant’s song gets louder as he feels Pluto’s tongue stroke the slit at the tip of his phallus. She kisses him there like she would kiss someone on the lips. To the point that her tongue even slips inside of him to taste the milky pre-cum that has started to seep from within.

Wonderful. It feels wonderful. This definitely isn’t a traditional mating, but it feels amazing nonetheless.

They really don’t last long. Neither of them do. It’s even hard to say which of them actually orgasms first, thanks to the feedback loop of euphoria. If one orgasms, the other feels the same pleasure, which in turn leads to them orgasming. One orgasm is actually two, but two is actually four, and four is actually eight. All experienced in unison and in quick succession.

Being underwater does nothing to make the process less messy.

Without a proper orifice to drain into, Aberrant shamelessly ejaculates into open water. The white cloud pools around Pluto, concealing her from his view; at least until he uses his fins to blow the bodily fluid away so that he can see her.

All the while his clitoris throbs dramatically inside of her with each orgasm. She’s tight and warm and slippery. Every small movement sends jolts of pleasure running up his spine, further adding to the fog which has settled over his mind.

What is realistically only a few minutes of mating feels like hours, given the intensity of the orgasms and the number of orgasms that are experienced overall.

By the end of it, both are exhausted.

Exhausted, but happy. Regardless of the temporarily increased sensitivity brought on by the intensity of the experience.

The only reason that they stop when they do is because of the exhaustion. Both would happily continue if they maintained the stamina needed to do so.

Pluto in particular is tired. Aberrant knows exactly when to stop, and he does so without hesitation for the sake of keeping her safe and healthy.

Satisfied with his first time getting to mate, he carefully coaxes the tired woman up to his face so that he can allow her to rest safely on the bridge of his nose.

There, she inevitably succumbs to her exhaustion and drifts off into a peaceful slumber with the help of his soft, joyous song.

#Pluto #Aberrant / Abe #Subnautica AU #not osha approved #smuttle #oc x oc #they're gay and in love your honor #commission

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prince-of-night · 7 years ago

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Alright more on the Subnautica au because I’m bored as shit and in an alpha kids mood.

So, basically the thing about Subnautica, if you don’t know it, is that it’s a sci-fi survival game where the corperations of the world has spread to the outer reaches of space. A 10,000 passanger colonizer shuttle (that the player character is on) that was set to make a loop around this one waterworld planet basically gets its engines blown out and crashes into said waterworld planet. Of the crash, there is only one survivor (player character), as the rest of the passengers onboard died from either the crash, the secondary engine explosion, the radiation, and predators. Later on, you learn that the ship you were on didn’t crash from engine failiure, but was instead shot down by an alien gun installed to keep the planet in quarentine, as the previous sentient, highly advanced alien species that inhabited the planet beforehand had genetically crafted a bacterium that had quickly grown out of hand and caused a mass extinction event before they could finalize a cure for it. Your job as a player character is to not only survive out at sea, crafting what you can from the various scraps you can collect from the wreakage, but to disable the weapon and travel deeper and deeper into the depths to find the cure for the plague that is slowly but surely killing almost all life on-planet, including you.

(Of course, this au modifies that a bit; fun though it is to stick Dirk alone in a waterworld with nobody but robots to keep him company, we already have that in-canon.)

Enter Dirk, brilliant mechanic and sibling of a famous movie star who was traveling to the far reaches of the galaxy to try to strike himself a living on his own, out of the shadow that his brother Dave Strider drew before his death. He has no idea what jobs he may find on the outskirts of the Alterra corperation, but he figures that there must be some new colonizers who require a mechanic with a quick mind and a sharp eye for survival who will take him under their wing, and it’s far, far from the crowds and the press back home, far enough from the people who only care about him for his brother can reach.

On board he meets Jake English, a cheerful adventurer from a long line of space voyagers who’s flying out on the last of his family money in hopes that he’ll finally find his place and his birthright amoung the stars and undiscovered floura of newly-charted planets. They run into each other, bond over bagels and arguments about the efficiency of robots in discovering new species, and even though Dirk hasn’t yet indulged in his morning(?) coffee, he can’t help but be hooked by Jake’s cheery, infectious attitude and surprisingly sharp wit, hidden cunningly under his gentleman persona. Eventually, some things lead to another, and Jake introduces Dirk to his ramshackle reasurch team, composed of Jane, one of the heirs to the main Alterra corperations, Roxy, proffesional hacker, scientist, and biologist, and a few other unimportant characters who will ultimatly die in the blast from the crash and the radiation poisoning. Dirk gets absorbed into the group via sheer nerd osmosis, and decides to go along with them to the planet they’re going to scope out, if only to stay with his new-found friends a little while longer.

Of course, such hopeful dreams were never meant to last. The Aurora pulls a slingshot manoeuvre around planet 4546B and gets promptly shut down by the gun. Dirk gets bundled into a life pod and shot off away from the crash before he can catch up with his friends to protect them, managing to land just outside the blast radius when the engines rupture and the resulting radioactive blast decimates any survivors left on-ship or in the lifepods around the ship.

The few days and weeks after that are spent in a haze of fighting for survival and spending all the energy he can spare frantically looking for survivors. There’s enough scrap metal scattered around for him to make entire ships; he repairs his lifepod, makes a new comminications messanger, and crafts a ramshackle submarine out of what he can while the radio spits static. There are some blips on the radar; survivors, people he doesn’t know calling weakly for help, but they are always dead or missing by the time he finds them, killed by the radiation, by poisoned food, by the leviathans that lurk the deeps. Each failed rescue feels like a failiure on his hands. To prevent himself from going crazy, he merges a copy of his conciousness with one of the higher pieces of tech on board. The resulting AI is a sarcastic asshole whose attempts at help are suspect at best. He quickly grows to regret merging a splinter of his conciousness with an almost all-powerful computer.

Eventually, though, one of the sweeping bots comes back with promising news; life readings from a nearby drifting island, life readings that are specifically humanoid in nature. Feverish with excitement and desperate hope, he logs the coordinates for the island into his Seamoth and sets out as fast as he could, and finds Jake huddling in the rotted-out ruins of an old explorer base, shell-shocked and broken from the terror of facing a real adventure in full, without friends or safety net to help him.

(‘Guess I found out where we lost Pa, his guide, and Uncle, all those years ago,’ he says later with a quavering laugh, shoulders trembling violently under the force of his fear. Dirk looks up from the dashboard of his submarine, concentration shot down by worry, and then reluctantly resumes as Jake weakly waves a hand at him and tells him in an unnaturally steady voice to keep watching the water, the Reapers lurk within these depths. 'They went out to explore a planet not from this one and went missing about a thirds of a way from their trip. None of their communications were saved, no trace of them, nothing for us to follow. Well, I sure as hell found them now. They were shot down, just the same as us, and they died down here, just as same as we will if we can’t get ourselves off this dastardly fucking island.’)

With the help from Jake, merging tech dug out of the old Harley base with what they’ve salvaged from the Aurora and the help of another human hand, they manage to update their communications relay into something far more efficient, and pick up on pinging from another lifeboat, cast adrift near the island where the quarintine gun is sheltered. Both head out, and are delighted to find Jane and Roxy, who are a little banged up but none the worse for wear, most likely due to Roxy’s biological know-how and the sheer fact that Jane is the only person left who can actually cook food like a proper human being, and thus serve meals that are at least somewhat above the bare nutritional value.

Frrom then on, the plot progresses closer to the original storyline of Subnautica, with some exceptions due to the additons of three other characters. I’m leaving it off here for now due to the fact that from here on out, the story only gets far longer, and because I do not wish to spoil the entirety of Subnautica for any of those who wish to play it.

Pairings included in this au would obviously be more lowkey due to the constant stress of survival, but Dirkjake would definatly happen somewhere along at least a platonic route, with perhaps it leaning more towards romantic near the end (when time is running out and there is a cure in sight, and Jake’s panic attacks grow less frequent) and Janeroxy would most likely grow closer together as a pair as they work together to survive the watery hell they’ve been presented with.

#homestuck #subnautica #homestuck au #dirkjake #janeroxy #dirk strider #jake english #jane crocker #roxy lalonde #alpha kids #sadstuck #text post #*bird noises*

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