#au: space au

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[monsterfvckersunited]

Topaz has published a new chapter featuring Hongjoong!

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕆𝕟𝕖: 𝔸𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕔𝕤/𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞

🥀Pairing: Alien! Hunter! Kim Hongjoong x Pilot! Human! Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: Sci-fi Medley au by the lovely @stardragongalaxy and me, sci fi au, space au, alien au, Alien (ridley scott) au

🥀Trope: established relationship, mated pair

🥀Summary: Hongjoong accidentally scratches you with his poisonous tail, and the results because of your mating and Seonghwa's genetically-spiced saliva, are pleasurable for the both of you

🥀Kinks:  aphrodisiac, overstim, oviposition (alien eggs are in the reader), oral (f), fingering (f), penetrative sex with no barrier

🥀Word Count: 2,063

🥀Betas: @mejuii

🥀Day Twenty: Soft sub-dom/ Roleplay 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty-Two

You were lying in your bed with Hongjoong curled around you, when you felt a light prick on your arm. It stirred you out of your sleep to blink blearily at what pulled you from your sleep. Your hand touched your arm first and the feeling of wetness yanked you out of your sleepy state. 

Your hand was covered in some red but gold as well. The only time you had ever seen a gold fluid was when Seonghwa had been grievously injured. Hongjoong’s tail was curled around you, the other half of his body bracing your head on his stomach, in complete protection mode.

“Joong!” You murmured, looking to wake up the alien hunter.

Hongjoong’s eyes snapped open immediately and his eyes narrowed down where your hand was cupping your arm. “Shit,” he cursed.

“Did you sting me?” You said in alarm. “Am I poisoned?”

Hongjoong struggled upwards, but kept you in his arms. “We have the anecdote, don’t worry, I’ll just call for Woo…young..” The words died in his mouth as his nostrils flared and his eyes blew wide open. 

“Hongjoong?”

Hongjoong snarled and growled in the Alien Language and you thought you caught a bit of ‘mate’ and ‘heat’ but it didn’t make sense. Perhaps it was a symptom of being poisoned?

“Should I get Wooyoung?” You prompted him, sweating a little. You felt… different.

Hongjoong carefully, softly pinned you against the bed and whispered. “Why would you need him, darling, when you have me?”

Your nipples tightened suddenly and your lower half became a puddle of wetness. “Wha..what’s happening, Joong?”

Hongjoong swallowed over and over. “My poison transformed into something else when it entered your bloodstream.” His hand wandered over your extended stomach, but it seemed like he was attempting to distract himself.

“Is it harmful to the eggs?” You demanded.

Hongjoong smiled slowly, more of a smirk than anything else. Why did you feel like you were being hunted even though you were already in Hongjoong’s embrace? “Noooooo,” he said, “More like…” Hongjoong grumbled in his native tongue again, “makes you fuckable?”

“Fuckable?” You chewed over the word in an attempt to solve this current puzzle. 

Meanwhile, Hongjoong was whispering to himself how he was going to treat you well. His hands moved lower and when he found how soaking wet you were, he groaned softly. He pushed one finger into you, a few knuckles deep and you moaned at the feeling. You didn’t need any prep? Wait a damn minute…

“Is your poison an aphrodisiac to me?!” You demanded in disbelief.

“Yesssssss,” Hongjoong hissed, “That’s the human word.” Then his head descended and you couldn't see him over your stomach. 

“Ho-hongjoong, wait, explain to me--oh fuck!” You cried out as Hongjoong’s tongue snaked out and licked the slick from your cunt.

“So full you can’t move. So ripe for the picking,” Hongjoong teased.

“Maybe we should get someone else,” You giggled nervously. 

In response, Hongjoong gently bit your thigh with his double row of teeth. “No. You are mine. I am responsible. I will take care of you.”

You weren’t sure if the aphrodisiac was in full force, or if Hongjoong’s bite triggered it, or perhaps even his words, but any hesitation fell away. You felt heavy and hot and you needed release immediately. 

“Joongie,” You whimpered.

“I’ve got you, Sun, don’t worry.” Hongjoong reassured you with his pet name for you. You were like the sun, always pulling others towards you, always with multiple people revolving around you. 

Hongjoong feasted on your lower half. Not being able to see him only added to the stimulation. You pushed yourself up on your elbows so you could see. Hongjoong tended to unhinge his jaw in order to save your skin from his teeth and it was very hot to watch. Instead, Hongjoong pressed you down with the flat of his tail. “Rest. Let me take care of you,” he insisted. 

You clawed at the sheets below you, needing something to hold on to. “Fuck--Joong, your tongue feels so good. Eat me up.”

You felt the press of his teeth on your mound and you squealed at the slight fear-pleasure of Hongjoong eating you. His tongue swirled around your clit, however, almost winding around the swollen piece of flesh. He had you coming in mere minutes, whimpering in happiness but not feeding your need nearly enough. 

Next, he added another finger inside of you and began a scissoring motion to stretch you out. You attempted to buck up into the feeling but you felt the eggs move a bit uncomfortably around in your womb and you whimpered. “Joongie! It’s--!”

Hongjoong languidly slurped up some of your cum with his tongue, teasing your over sensitive clit. “I won’t stop until you say so, Sun.”

There were so many good sensations at once but you didn’t tell him to stop. Your body still felt heavy with lust and you needed more. “Want me to finger fuck you?” Hongjoong crooned softly. 

You nodded, not registering that Hongjoong couldn't quite see you. “Use your words.”

You growled in Xenothian, the word for ‘please’ and Hongjoong’s muffled groans only added to the pleasure he was giving your pussy currently. “It’s hot when you speak my tongue,” he paused to say to you.

Hongjoong’s fingers found the spot inside of you that was sure to have you seeing stars quickly and you cried out. “Hhhnnnnn, so good, feels so good when you fuck me with your fingers,” You said with a coarse voice, “Wanna come again, Joongie, please.”

“You’re driving me wild, Sun,” Hongjoong snarled. “You smell so good, so delicious, so wound up like this. Tell me how much you need me. Only me.”

“Hongjoong,” You whined, “Lick my clitty again while you fuck me with your fingers. Wanna come undone for you. I want you all. I want everything.”

Hongjoong snarled, his tail, albeit carefully, wrapping around your leg possessively. His tongue went to town again, flickering up and down on your clit. You whimpered at the overstimulation but also embraced the warmth it gave you. You could feel the way Hongjoong’s fingers were working in and out of you. Your climax was approaching again.

“Come for me again, Sun. I’ll pleasure you until you can’t take anymore. I’ll take care of you completely,” Hongjoong encouraged you.

Your second climax hit you like a ton of bricks. You gasped and felt like every pore on your body was sweating. You rode the wave of your pleasure for a while, and Hongjoong kept his fingers inside of you, enjoying the feeling of your squishy walls squeezing around them. He let you have a moment to breathe, not wanting to tip the pleasure of overstim too far over the edge.

Eventually he climbed up beside your body and kissed your forehead. “You’re so good for me,” he praised you. “Ready for more?”

You nodded tiredly. “I need more, Joong.”

Hongjoong tenderly helped you move so that you were laying on your side. He began to play with your swollen tits, nipples sensitive and still tight from the aphrodisiac. “I hear that human’s suckle their young from their breasts. But I’ve seen you--” Hongjoong twisted your nipple suddenly and you arched your back for him “--let the others suck on them. Do you like when they lick your nipples, Sun?”

You could sense the trap Hongjoong was slowly winding around you. He was possessive tonight, and wouldn’t tolerate mentions of anyone else other than him. “No, Joongie, I only like when you--” You cried out again, as Hongjoong pulled your nipple outwards, stretching your tits as far as they could go. “--when you play with them.”

“We must be careful with the brood inside of you,” Hongjoong murmured against the skin behind your ear. “But I will fuck you well, Sun, don’t you worry.”

The idea of Hongjoong’s cock inside of you made your body get even more excited. If you could move around, you would have crawled on top of Hongjoong already. But your limited mobility put you at a disadvantage even though it seemed to turn Hongjoong on. 

Hongjoong’s tail wrapped around your leg again, this time to spread your legs, so he could get  a good angle to push himself into you. “Hongjoong, give me a kiss please,” You whimpered.

Hongjoong turned your head and kissed you deeply. His tongue ran over the roof of your mouth and you sighed into the kiss. Kissing Hongjoong was like kissing a cloud sometimes. The softness of the kiss coupled with the harsh way he was tugging and pinching your nipples only lit your body on fire even more. You whined into his mouth and he chuckled. 

“I’ve already given you my tongue and my fingers?” He smirked, “Do you really need my cock inside of you that badly?”

“Please, Hongjoong, please,” You begged, “I don’t think this ends until you come inside of me.”

“Mmm,” Hongjoong hummed against your lips. He gently bit your lower lip and tugged on it. “Isn’t that a nice thought.”

“Hongjoong, I will shout so loudly for San, you know he’s probably got his head pressed up against the wall to listen to us--”

The rest of your words were cut off as Hongjoong thrusted into you with one swift motion. Your breathing sped up and your heart rate increased, and you had never felt so happy being stuffed of someone’s cock in your entire life, at this moment.

“You. Will. Not. Call. For. San.” Each word was punctuated with a careful thrust, cautious of the eggs inside of you. 

You groaned softly. “Joongie!”

“I don’t think I can last very long,” Hongjoong admitted. “I don’t think I’m MEANT to last very long. Something in the coating of your juices. I think it’s a never ending cycle of aphrodisiacs. Oh fuck--” Hongjoong whined, hips rubbing against your ass.

Hongjoong snarled and growled in your ear in Xenothian. You were beyond fucked out at this point and couldn't even focus on the actual contents of what he was saying to you. But you could tell from his tone that he was telling you in all the ways he loved you and was happy that you were in his life, like this. Hongjoong was hesitant to give his heart to you but when he did, he did so wholeheartedly. 

“Scream my name when you come, Sun. I want the whole ship to know exactly who is giving you this pleasure,” Hongjoong commanded in English.

You whined through your third climax. Your lower half throbbed and you almost blacked out from the intense pleasure. Hongjoong came soon after, grunting as he released inside of you. He pulled his cock out of you, letting it rest on your inner thigh and you felt him continue to trickle out onto the skin there. 

“I can't leave myself inside of you,” he admitted, “I'll have to fuck you again. I think we should give you a break.”

The heat your body had felt, the weight of needing sexual release, finally broke and you felt your body relax. You were beyond satisfied and a little thrill ran through you at the thought of everything that had just happened. Hongjoong’s poisonous tail was an aphrodisiac for you; thinking of the other uses for it almost made you excited all over again.

Hongjoong cuddled into your shoulder, pulling you tight against his body. His arms slid over yours and his talons intertwined your fingers. “Thank you, Joongie,” You said to him. “You sure know how to make a girl feel beautiful.”

“I will always do whats best for you and the brood, Sun.” 

***

“What happened here?!” Wooyoung shouted, appearing in your room for his turn to guard you in the morning. “It smells like blood and sex. How dare you leave me out of it!”

“Help me to the bath, Woo,” You beckoned him closer. “I need to clean this wound and--”

Hongjoong snarled lightly when Wooyoung came closer to the bed. “Mine,” he said in Xenothian.

“Mine too,” Wooyoung growled back.

Hongjoong opened one eye but the hand on your breasts tightened, making you whimper. At this point, you could just concede that Hongjoong was going to enjoy overstimulating you to the highest degree no matter what. And you were happy to have him in that regard.

🥀Day Twenty: Soft sub-dom/ Roleplay 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty-Two

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Guardian swap au for 4/13 ^ ^

[keferon]

So. Mecha pilot Jazz? Anyone?

Based on this post

I decided I don’t want to pull any aesthetic from Evangelion because I don’t really remember Evangelion haha I can’t navigate its world building.

[proxycrit]

Linktober Day 24– ZORA RIVER

Another job wrapped up! Goodbyes are said and our heroes go their separate ways— not quite together, but not quite alone either.

END OF WATER SAGE ARC

(This totk au is called Familiar Familiar! It all started when Zelda did not get whisked back in time and devolved from there.)

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[stealingpotatoes]

I love your Organa twins AU. How would a Tatooine/Lars twins AU look like?

oo!! well luke would get bullied a lot less, that's for sure

(commission info // tip jar!)

[candlecoo-sideb-art]

been a while since I drew these dumbass'(affectionate)

Part One | Part Two

[galactic-rhea]

Ah yes, the "evil" family.

I thought it would be even more funny if it was Luke, of all people, the one who wanted to watch Bloodbath in the Black Moon of the Dragon System.

First || Next

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Aurora Borealis Crown has been haunting my thoughts…..

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[cultofdionysusnet]

Check out this Ateez fic written by Topaz!

𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌

💜Pairing: Pirate King! Song Mingi x Sea Witch! Reader (f)

💜Au: space pirate au, space au, sci-fi au

💜Trope: magical contract

💜Genre: smut

💜Rating: 18+, MDNI

💜Word Count: 1,730

💜Warnings: tentacle sex, dom! reader, sub! mingi, tentacle gag, oral (m), tentacle handjob, jerking off with hand, spit kink, nipple play, oral (f), edging, anal (m), dacryphilia, biting kink

💜Beta's: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii

💜Summary: in exchange for a magical amulet, Mingi swears to spend one whole moon cycle with you and whatever you desire from his body. The all-powerful Pirate King is at the mercy of you and your witchcraft... and he has come to find he looks forward to this part of the year.

💜Author’s Note: happy birthday mings. your gentle smile, your big heart, your lyrical abilities, all wrap up to make you the man you are. you inspire us all to take better care of our mental states, just as you inspire the delulu in us all 😆

“If only your crew could see you now,” you lorded over the pirate king.

Mingi probably would have had a very curt, sharp answer for you if not for the tentacle that was entwined around his tongue. His eyes slowly glowed hatred for you, which made you smirk.

Your tentacles rotated Mingi so that he hung right before your lips. Your gloved hand wrapped around his weeping cock, neglected all the while your tentacles licked and sucked his bronze skin. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Mingi’s cheeks grew rosy with his suppressed desires. He couldn't meet your eyes but he nodded briefly. His back arched as you stroked his cock.

This predicament came about when Mingi had found your hideout; a bubble of breathable air inside of Eros, one asteroid belonging to the belt in the solar system. He needed a surefire way to command his crew. You gave him a necklace that gave him the power of a whistle, which, done after a certain command, would be followed to the letter. In return, Mingi would give his body to you for a moon cycle of every year.

Except your little pirate king had developed a kink for your tentacles, which benefited you, most certainly.

You sucked on the tip of Mingi’s cockhead, tasting the sweet precum. “Oh Mingi, you’re sweet enough to gobble up,” you moaned.

Your tentacles had to wrap tighter around Mingi’s thick thighs, practically caressing his hip bones in order to hold him in place. The man wanted to buck and thrust into your mouth, but he was not in charge of this room.

Eros rotated finally so that the sun could fill the room with its light. You admired the side profile of the man with whom your lips were wrapped around and couldn't help but feel satisfaction that he was in your clutches--and more importantly, that he enjoyed being there.

“Guess if you’re not going to be good, you don’t deserve my mouth,” you announced.

With a wave of your hand, two finger thick tentacles wrapped themselves around Mingi’s cock and began to squeeze and rotate around his length. You watched with great glee as Mingi whined at the loss of your mouth and then lost himself to the pleasures of your tentacles once more. He came with a loud muffled cry.

You clucked your tongue loudly against the roof of your mouth. “Look at the mess you’re making, Pirate King.”

Mingi’s cum was oozing all over his quite thick cock. Your tentacles made a whip motion to clean themselves of Mingi’s cum, splattering it around the room. You cooed at how delicate Mingi’s cock looked now with little suction cup marks there.

“It’s a little sad to see you so defeated like this,” you sighed. The tip of your sharp nails ran along Mingi’s jawline. His chin was resting on his chest, tired from his first orgasm. “We have so much more fun to have, Mingi.”

Mingi’s eyes looked at you balefully. One of your tentacles was still wrapped around his tongue, keeping him silent. Any conversation was going to be one-sided. But you couldn't risk Mingi trying to use the magic you blessed him with against you.

You let your forefinger tip Mingi’s head upwards, the sharp end digging into his chin mercilessly. “If this displeases you, all you need do is give up my necklace and I’ll let you be free.”

Mingi’s eyes widened at the thought of giving up his most powerful, magical artefact he had acquired during his reign. He shook his head rather quickly.

You laughed under your breath. “Surely you’re more than just the simple necklace, Mingi.” Your finger caught his necklace, pulling it away from his chest.

Mingi struggled, furtively of course, but making an attempt at least to make sure that you didn’t take away your magic from him. His eyes were wild, and his chest was heaving. He was quite the sight.

“Shall we continue then, Pirate King?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

His eyes appeared to plead for mercy. You weren’t sure what you preferred of Mingi, honestly; was it his sharp, glaring command when he was the Pirate King or was it the rosy cheeked, big eyed version that was simply Song Mingi?

Your tentacles flipped Mingi upside down, and the pirate king squealed at the sudden movement. Mingi’s legs were spread, with his face at the perfect height to give you some attention. You sent two tentacles to play with Mingi’s hole, testing and teasing to see if he was ready to get fucked.

Mingi’s muffled cry as the tentacles curled inside of him, massaging his prostate, was music to your ears. You started to yank on his dick while it hung upside down, twisting your wrist when encountering the head of his cock.

“You wanna get fucked, Pirate King?” You cooed mockingly.

Mingi whimpered in response. The tentacles around Mingi’s tongue pulled it out, obscenely so.

“If you behave, I’ll let you give me some sugar back, how about that, hmm?” You gathered some spit in your mouth and aimed it at Mingi’s puckered hole that was clenching around your smaller tentacles.

“Pleathes,” Mingi slurred.

A few tentacles supported and guided Mingi’s head so that his neck was bent and his tongue was extended, so if you moved your hips, you could get some pleasure.

Your eyes moved towards a floating screen, showing you how your cum and Mingi’s spit were smearing up his face as you humped his tongue. You pulled and yanked on Mingi’s length, enticing him to whimper and moan as you encouraged another orgasm from him. That’s when you let go of his cock and Mingi’s muffled yell of frustration made the corners of your mouth tip upwards.

“Me first, greedy guts. You’ve already come!” You said in a sing-song voice.

Your thighs shuddered as Mingi’s tongue swiped across your bundle of nerves for a final time. You bit down rather roughly on Mingi’s ass, satisfied with the marks your sharp teeth left on the plump flesh. “Such a good boy for me!” You praised Mingi.

“Mithtreth,” Mingi whined. “Pleathe.”

You sighed heavily in thought. “You really are a slut for my tentacles, aren’t you?”

Mingi was suddenly upright. He made pathetic pleading noises. With his face amess from all the fluids, he really was a delectable treat.

“Oh, fine, I’ll fuck you with my tentacles. But don’t you start crying when it becomes too much for your sensitive self, Mingi.”

When, in fact, if you finally got Mingi to cry, you considered that a success. Mingi looked gorgeous crying while being stuffed with your tentacles.

You sauntered towards your chaise lounge, undoing all your clothes, with the help of your hands and some of your tentacles. You laid back, one leg propped up, and an arm bent behind your head. Your tentacles set Mingi on the floor, tugging and pulling him until he was straddling your hips on the chaise lounge. A tentacle wrapped around his neck, gently, and pulled him forward until he was bent over, his chest barely brushing yours.

“I’m gonna give it to you good, Pirate King,” you purred, leaning up to bite softly on Mingi’s earlobe, capturing his earring behind your teeth and tugging gently.

Mingi made eager whimpering noises and you took that as his consent to get fucked. You watched as his eyelashes fluttered and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head. one of your thicker, stronger tentacles, twisted, slowly entering his prepared hole. As the suckers caught on the edge of his anus, pulling and rubbing on the sensitive skin as it pushed inside, Mingi jolted with the feeling of it.

“I’m deep inside of you, lover,” you hummed.

Mingi pushed back on your tentacle, already excited for the fucking to commence. You sighed in amusement. “Ready to bounce that cute little ass on my tentacle, Mingi?”

Mingi nodded finally, and you gave him what he wanted. With each thrust, Mingi’s body moved forward, his nipples flicking across yours. You watched with bated breath, directing a few smaller tentacles to take Mingi’s wrists, and cross them at the small of his back. The extra weight Mingi had to lean onto the tentacle around his neck choked him slightly. Your tentacle, corkscrewed around Mingi’s neck, back and forth, cutting off his oxygen and then letting him breathe again.

If the breath play and the tentacle fucking him wasn’t enough, you pushed your breasts together so that your nipples came into further contact with Mingi’s sensitive ones. Mingi’s orgasm came with a full body experience. His entire body shook as he moaned gratuitously. His cum spurted on your stomach as your tentacle made him come untouched. And tears streamed down his face, which you licked up, a rare treat to indulge in indeed.

“There’s my sweet Pirate King,” You cooed, biting the tip of his cutely.

You maneuvered off the chaise lounge and released Mingi completely. He whimpered as your tentacles completely left him. His mouth was free for only a moment before you put a ball gag on Mingi. You couldn't let your guard down and let him order you around.

“To think, that’s only day one, Mingi.”

You walked to your huge bay window that showed off the wondrous asteroid belt that you lived within. Your pet kraken and pet leviathan floated out in space, guarding your hideout and protecting you from aspiring pirate captain’s taking you hostage and using your magic for their ends.

Mingi groaned in response, and you giggled. The first release was always tiring for him, but you knew it was exactly what he needed. Somewhere, in Mingi’s heart of hearts, he needed to release his control and be the one to be told what to do and where to go. You did that for him, eagerly, but with pleasure as well. Somewhere before torturing and taunting the Pirate King, you had grown some fondness for the man.

Perhaps there was a day when you traveled with Song Mingi, a partnership stronger than anything the eighth sea had ever seen. But, until that day occurred, you’d happily suck Mingi’s cock. You had a spell in mind that would take many fluids from the PIrate King and collecting them was the most fun part of it all.

[metamatronic]

part 1 / part 3

choosing to believe that joltik’s can act like tasers. on that note, emmet and ingo have probably dealt with aggressive fanatics on the subway before (ie, team plasma)

[thali-lemmonpie]

"There is a whole galaxy out there. Full of people who will reach for you. You have to let them. Find that person who seems farthest from you, and reach for them. Reach for them. Let them guide you."

[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[wonderlandnet]

-> NEW ADDITION: "the heavenly stars between us" by Dea

the heavenly stars between us

pairing. astronaut! kang yeosang x astronaut! gender neutral! reader

synopsis. you can only hope to see him again in your dreams and hope for good news every time you wake up

genres/aus. space au, kind of? star crossed lovers, established relationship

warnings. none! reader is just very sad because they miss their lover, but there shouldn't be anything to be wary of. if there is, please let me know!

rating. sfw

wc. 3.4k

a/n. FIRST WORK OF THE YEAR 🙌🏼 the flow is a little odd (?) which i aimed for but the ending is a little rushed... yikes... also this was inspired by interstellar because thats my favorite movie and its so good and yea.

reblogs and comments are appreciated! it helps with not getting shadowbanned

YOU HUM QUIETLY, STIRRING THE LIQUID INSIDE OF YOUR MUG ABSENTMINDEDLY. your attention isn’t really on anything in particular; well, not like you’d really have anything to think about when there's nothing here. your eyes trail over to the coffin-like contraption that holds the co-leader of the expedition, choi jongho, through the security camera. you turn away from the screen just as small, repetitive thuds echo in the spacecraft, only growing louder as it comes closer. you don’t look up and instead look out the window, staring at the two closest planets that sit on opposite sides of your ship. you take a sip from your mug when a voice rings out.

“it’s nearing ten. you should head to sleep, captain l/n.”

“i’ve told you to just call me captain y/n or just by my name, TEEZ,” you mumble, your coffee leaving a dull ache in your throat. “and time doesn’t really matter when you’re in space, does it? i’ll head to sleep when i’m tired.” there’s no response from the rectangular robot, so you glance and find it next to you. “TEEZ…?”

“your psychological appointment is in a week, captain. however, as you are set to enter cryosleep before that, would you like to have it now?”

“...sure.” you sink into your seat and hold the edges of your blanket closer to you, lifting your legs and holding them close to your chest all the while your free hand cradles your mug.

“how are you feeling?”

you bite back a scoff, glance at the rectangular piece of metal next to you and look back out the window again, this time focusing on the planet that sits to the right of the ship, a couple of hours away. “well,” you swallow the lump in your throat and sigh, “i’ve been better. can’t say i’m bad, either. i’m just in the middle.”

“do you still have hope?”

hope.

do you… still have hope?

hope that… you’ll get to see your friends again? see him again?

“i, uh, don’t actually know.” the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth and tears prickle the corners of your eyes. still, you blink them away and let out a shaky breath. “i don’t know if i still have hope or if i should have any at all.”

the robot whirs. “well, i can’t say i understand you, captain. afterall, i’m just a robot.”

you snort, “thank you for pointing out the obvious, TEEZ.”

“you're welcome, captain l/n.” TEEZ moves to stay on your other side, inserting a sliver of itself into the controls. the ship turns around, the two planets no longer visible and the wormhole behind the ship coming into sight, the one that brought you all there.

the one that could take you back to your solar system.

“you know,” you hum with the mug pressed to your lips. “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed. he doesn’t really appreciate your sarcasm, remember?”

“captain kim isn’t on this spacecraft, captain.”

yes, captain kim hongjoong, the leader of the HALA expedition, isn’t on this spacecraft. in fact, he’s piloting one of the pods in the first planet, the one on the left, with doctors park seonghwa and jung wooyoung. in the second planet, the one on the right, captain kang yeosang pilots the pod and is accompanied by doctors jeong yunho, song mingi and choi san.

how long has it been since you last saw them? you wonder that quite often.

“the wait never gets easier for you, does it, captain?”

“no,” your voice is quiet, so quiet that you barely even heard yourself. “it doesn’t.”

“captain, my data suggests that you should enter cryosleep earlier in order to sleep away the pain. well, that is what my data suggests, but my data with dr hong’s psychology input suggests that you should start accepting the fact that you may never get to see the rest of the team again.”

you only hum, “i should, shouldn’t i? enter my cryochamber, that is.” you don’t think you could ever think that—never seeing them and him again. it’s something too heavy for your mind and heart to even accept.

“yes, captain. it is only reasonable for you to do so as dr choi is due to wake up in a few hours.”

“is he?”

“he is.” 

your coffee is cold now, but you finish it regardless and stand up, heading over to your room. before you leave the control room, you stop, “wake me up when it’s time for jongho to wake up. i’d like to greet him. it would be nice… to see a familiar face after sleeping for so long, after all.”

“you’re the only familiar face on this ship, captain.”

your lips curl up into a smile, “i’ll have to get dr choi to change your humor settings, TEEZ.”

“you only jest, captain. have a good sleep.”

“thank you.”

“hi there,” you can hear a soft murmur next to you. you don’t think much of it and only stretch your hand out aimlessly. a chuckle follows and you feel a hand grab your own, fingers intertwining immediately. a thumb rubs over the expanse of your knuckles. “miss me?”

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose, the metal around it sending shivers down your spine. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you open your eyes, a pout resting on your face while you scrunch your nose in disgust. “that’s disgusting. of course i wouldn’t be in the same space as you while you go about your business, yeosang. but you know what i mean!”

“do i really know what you mean?” the amusement in his eyes has you huffing and turning away from him while he laughs loudly this time. his hand grabs onto your shoulder, turning your body so that’s your lying on your back. yeosang rubs his thumb under your eye, smiling. it wavers for a second, twitching almost.

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

yeosang sighs, his hands cupping your cheeks. he stares into your eyes, slowly blinking. “i’ll miss you.” his head dips down and he rests his forehead against yours. you can see his eyes shaking—no, you can feel him shake. “i’ll miss you, y/n.”

a voice rings out and calls your name. you don’t pay attention to it and focus on yeosang.

“captain y/n.”

you blink your eyes open, the image of yeosang slowly fading away until there’s nothing but emptiness in front of you. with your back flat against the small and stiff mattress, you stare up at the ceiling blankly, taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling.

“captain, dr choi is set to wake up in five minutes.”

“five minutes,” you repeat, “alright.” with that, you get out of bed and change into your uniform: a gray suit with black accents. it’s simple—you chuckle as you walk down the corridor and head into the cryosleep room, remembering how dr song complained about the uniform for cryosleeping was too plain and how dr choi told him to knock it off.

“did you remember something pleasant, captain?” TEEZ moves alongside you, stopping right in front of jongho’s cryochamber. the display pad shows his information in blue letters:

DR. CHOI JONGHO | CO-LEADER OF THE HALA EXPEDITION 2025 | PHYSICAL AGE: 31

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 JULY 2055 – 15 SEPTEMBER 2060

EXITING CRYOSLEEP IN 30 SECONDS

you crinkle your nose at the year.

it’s been so long already, and you remember it having been 2030 not too long ago. this is the time you currently have passed, but back on earth? you don’t even want to think about it. the cryochamber slowly opens up, frosty air coming out. TEEZ approaches the chamber, “welcome back, dr choi.”

jongho groans softly, his hand wrapping around the edge to support himself sitting up.

“it looks like you already need my help, doctor,” you tease, coming up and resting your hand against his back for additional support.

dr choi scoffs, “and it looks like you haven’t changed a single bit, captain,” he looks at with narrowed eyes, the scowl on his lips turning into a pretty smile, “how have you been, y/n?”

“meh,” you shrug, smiling back at him. “i could be better. how was your sleep, jongho?”

“meh,” he says, also shrugging. “it could have been better.”

you help jongho out of his cryochamber, wrapping his arm around your neck before slowly making it over to the lounge. you fill him on the way over there with what you saw and heard.

“so there’s still no news,” jongho sighs, thanking you as you help him into a chair. you nod in response and head over to the counter, opening the cupboards.

“absolutely nothing,” you mumble. “would you like something light to eat?”

“heavens yes,” he says, throwing his back. “i could kill for some food right now.”

“that’s not a very appropriate thing to say, dr choi,” comments TEEZ. the robot moves and sits next to you and away from the co-leader.

jongho deadpans, “TEEZ it’s possible for me to change your humor settings, correct?”

“that is correct, doctor.”

he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his eyes at the robot. “you know,” he starts, “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed, TEEZ.”

you giggle just as TEEZ speaks. “captain y/l/n said the same thing.”

“well, that is to be expected,” jongho grins and waves his hand about, “we are childhood best friends. captain kang would have said the same as well. we are a trio, after all.”

you snort and agree, finishing up what you conjured for jongho to eat and handing it over to him. it’s silent, to say the least. besides the quiet hum from the HALA spacecraft, jongho doesn’t make a single sound as he devours what you’ve given to him. TEEZ remains by the table and you sit in front of jongho, your chin in the palm of your hand as your mind wanders off to your childhood days with him and yeosang.

“captain, it’s time for you to enter your cryochamber.” TEEZ moves towards jongho, two rods coming out from it, “would you like to send her off, dr choi?”

the look of surprise on jongho’s face would have normally made you laugh, but you really don’t have the spirit to do so. you’re so tired, your heart is pretty numb at this point. all you wish for is to sleep and hope that the next time you wake you’ll hear good news from jongho. for now, all you can do is offer him a smile. “i’m pretty tired after a whole year of being alone,” you tell him, “TEEZ and i think it would be best for me to go into cryosleep quickly.”

his eyes widened even more, “you were awake for a whole year?” jongho huffs upon your silence, “well… help me over there, TEEZ. it’s nice to go into a deep sleep with someone there.”

you feel bad for leaving jongho this quickly right as he’s come back when you’ve done a good job of at least staying there for an extra day or two before entering your chamber. but it’s so tiring, the constant reminder that it’s been more than twenty years since you last saw him and your friends. though you haven’t experienced the passage of time like TEEZ has, the knowledge of it hurts. it hurts a lot, and you know you should start losing hope that they’ll come back, that he’ll come back. you feel bad for leaving him, for wanting to be selfish and continue to hope. 

“it’s fine.”

jongho helps you get situated into the chamber. he watches you shiver from the water as you settle onto your back, staring right back at him.

“you don’t have to feel bad… i know you miss everyone. maybe one a little bit more in particular.”

you chuckle, “shut up, jongho. you’re making it sound like i only care about one person.”

he rolls his eyes at you, “you kind of do.”

“TEEZ, i’d like to sleep now!” you laugh. it’s the first time in a while that you’ve laughed.

“roger that, captain.”

TEEZ puts in your sleep schedule, a loud beeeep resonating afterwards. the top begins to close; you see jongho wiggle his fingers at you, “sleep well, y/n,” is the last thing you hear when you close your eyes.

jongho stares at the information on the display pad:

Y/N L/N | CAPTAIN OF THE HALA SPACECRAFT | PHYSICAL AGE: 32

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 SEPTEMBER 2060 – 15 NOVEMBER 2065

“see you later, y/n.”

“why now?”

yeosang doesn’t turn to look at you, his gaze still focused on the setting sun and its colors reflected on the lake’s surface. you can see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find the words to tell you what he wants to say. “...we should live now,” he says, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on top of the fencing, “we lost our youth and i… i want to regain it. with you.”

you swivel around and look at the cabin, blinking once and then twice before answering. “we’re finishing our training in a week.”

“i know.”

“and you still want this? we’re the top candidates of their next space expedition, you know.”

“i still want this.” yeosang finally turns around to face you, slowly sliding his arms around you and pulling you against him in a hug. “i want a life with you. i only want to fly with you… just you. none of that matters to me much anymore. NASA, being a pilot: it doesn’t matter.”

you hum, “really?”

“yes… and they have hongjoong, don’t they? and more pilots… they’ll be fine without us.”

life with yeosang at the cabin was nice. you two learned how to plant and take care of crops, learned how to row a boat out into the lake and you learned how to swim after yeosang knocked over the boat on accident, learned how to care for a puppy. he learned to fall in love with little things of life, you learned to love the peace and quiet instead of the chaotic city life you were used to.

maybe that’s why living your married life out in the cabin felt like a dream to you. it was too perfect, too satisfactory that you often worried about things that would take it away from you. yeosang always reassured you that wouldn’t be the case.

but then kim hongjoong showed up with jongho, and that’s how you found yourselves back with the gang on a trip to saturn.

“hi there,” you can hear a soft murmur next to you. you don’t think much of it and only stretch your hand out aimlessly. a chuckle follows and you feel a hand grab your own, fingers intertwining immediately. a thumb rubs over the expanse of your knuckles. “miss me?”

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you open your eyes, a pout resting on your face while you scrunch your nose in disgust. “that’s disgusting. of course i wouldn’t be in the same space as you while you go about your business, yeosang. but you know what i mean!”

“do i really know what you mean?” the amusement in his eyes has you huffing and turning away from him while he laughs loudly this time. his hand grabs onto your shoulder, turning your body so that’s your lying on your back. yeosang rubs his thumb under your eye, smiling. it wavers for a second, twitching almost.

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

yeosang sighs, his hands cupping your cheeks. he stares into your eyes, slowly blinking. “i’ll miss you.” his head dips down and he rests his forehead against yours. you can see his eyes shaking—no, you can feel him shake. “i’ll miss you, y/n.”

“i’ll miss you,” you repeat, closing your eyes as you savor the warmth that radiates from him. “i shouldn’t have focused on piloting so much. maybe i could have gone with you to abos.”

planet abos is one of the two planets that are closest to the HALA spacecraft. it’s a planet that is pale blue and has a ring and multiple moons surrounding it. it’s the planet that yeosang and your friends yunho, san and mingi will go to. the other planet, nolla 66, is a white planet with no moon. your friends hongjoong, seonghwa and wooyoung will go to that planet while you and jongho stay on the spacecraft to receive the first set of data they’ll send out. you wanted to go with yeosang, but as a pilot you had to stay while the other two pilots took on the task of flying their pods over to their respective planet along with a robot. TEEZ would stay onboard while TANN and ATEZ would go with a team.

yeosang chuckles, “well, it’s too late to think about that now.” he trails off for a few seconds, “...stay sleeping for as long as possible.”

you don’t know how fast or how slow time flows on those two planets. the plan for you and jongho, as per the three robots’ suggestions, is to sleep for a long time. if there is no sign of communication from either team, TEEZ would wake you up and you would stay awake for a month. at the end of your month, you would wake up jongho and then go back to sleep for five years. jongho would stay awake for a month and then go back to sleep for five years until the next time you wake up, thus starting the sleep cycle.  

you press a kiss to his cheek, mumbling, “i will.”

“captain l/n and captain kang, it’s time.”

yeosang instead falls on top of you, holding you as best as he can. “delay departure, TANN. delay it for a day.”

“captain kang—”

“delay it for a day,” he mumbles, “that’s an order from your captain. it won’t affect captain hongjoong’s departure, anyways.”

thuds can be heard, the sounding growing fainter the further TANN moves away from your room.

“yeosang, you have to go,” you chuckle as you card your fingers through his coal colored hair, “the faster the better.”

he pulls back, pressing his lips against yours quickly. “remember this,” he whispers, “even the heavens and the stars, absolutely nothing, will keep me away from you. i will come back because you are my air, the very reason why i live and will continue to live, you are my sun and star.”

one thing you hate about cryosleeping are the dreams. every time you enter deep sleep, all you ever do is dream about him. your dreams will always be about yeosang, and every time you wake up you have to remind yourself that he won’t be there.

so as the lid opens and the cold air rushes out, your conscience slowly reawakens and you tell yourself that yeosang won’t be there. you feel someone flick your forehead. you sigh as you come to your senses, groggily swatting the hand away. you’re surprised when their fingers wrap around your wrist. “hey, choi jongho,” you grumble, “you’re already picking a fight with me?”

a laugh.

the laugh has you opening your eyes quickly to stare up at the man you haven’t seen in a very long time.

yeosang beams down at you, still in his white suit. his hair is ruffled from taking off his helmet, and his cheeks are slightly flushed. when his twinkling eyes stare into yours, you choke up and start crying, holding onto his hand, the silver band of his ring shining in the light of the room.

“miss me much?”

you’re not sure how long you’ve slept for, but you know it must have been a year because your arms feel like jelly. yet, you push past the numbness and throw your arms around yeosang, crying more. he holds you like you’re made of glass: fragile and precious.

“i told you that i would come back to you no matter what.”

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