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bunnyboysrus · 2 years ago

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Yan Space Pirate (OC AU)

Ok so this is 110% because I'm currently obsessed with no mans sky, and i havent even gotten around to writing Dex a formal introduction fic but essentially he's a monster hunter, that's (one of) his big secret(s) that's implied in the short piece I dropped.

i have a dozen drafts that I just cannot finish for some reason that i should finish first but i cant sleep until i write about space criminal dex getting up to space crimes. him meeting his darling because his starship gets shot down and he crashes on their home planet and they fjdskhgusihek

i wanted this to be a teensy bit longer but i think maybe ill just make a part two and post this for now. i feel distinctly self conscious posting this as a yandere thing without there being any yandere content in this at all but i swear it'll be in the second part ywy

i'm trying to improve my writing so critiques, suggestions and requests are welcome ♡

Maybe going into a hostile Euclid system without spare shield batteries wasn't the smartest idea after all. Dex was definitely regretting it now that he was spiraling out of control through the burning atmosphere with both of his pulse engines spewing smoke. He took the moment before impact to curse himself internally for letting cockiness get the better of him yet again, exactly the way Roman said he would. He was more bothered by Roman being proven right than by actually getting shot out of space by those nosy ass Sentinels. They wouldn't get mad about him having a ship loaded tip to top with illegal contraband if they didn't randomly scan his cargo without asking, now would they?

There was no more time to be bitter about it though. Despite the steam obscuring everything around him, the result of a superheated rainstorm judging from the planetary temperature reading displayed on one of his few remaining functional screens, he was pretty sure was about to make impact any-

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You're awoken by a cacophony of crashing water, ripping metal, and falling trees, your home shaking on its very foundation. Almost as abruptly as it came, the sound stops, and you sit in your bed a moment to calm yourself, nerves scattered from being ripped awake. You had been enjoying a particularly nice sleep too, listening to the peaceful pattering of the boiling rain that was so common on your planet. After a few minutes spent shuffling into the exosuit that would keep you from burning alive outside for at least a little while, you quickly made your way outside to find the source of the noise. Admittedly, this was a bit dangerous but if there was some kind of accident and someone was hurt, they could be killed getting cooked alive if they were trapped outside, so you had to at least see if anyone needed help.

Your home was settled a short way away from a small settlement, not close enough to visit without a short bit of travel, but close enough to visit every day if you so chose. Nestled at the edge of a crater lake, your small but well stocked and fortified base was built with a single-story home unit, a small basement lab and a separate greenhouse that you had lovingly fitted with skylights and tall, floor to ceiling windows. You often wait out the heatstorms in your greenhouse, tending your plants peacefully as the steam and rain rages around your protected little bubble of tranquility.

You turn your head as your visor scans your surroundings through the steam better than your eyes could in all the tumult, soon landing on a crashed starcraft, wedged into the bank of the lake at the bottom of the crater. You hastily skid down the side of the crater, hopping over wreckage and broken tree branches to make your way to the ship. After clambering up the side of the ship to the windscreen, you wince to see that its partially shattered, exposing the pilot inside to the harsh rains. You have to act fast. You pull a compact tarp from one of the pockets of your suit and wrap it around your arm before smashing out more of the screen. After much struggle while carefully avoiding broken glass and sweating buckets inside your exosuit, you manage to wrap the pilot in the tarp, drag him back into your base and lay him out on a sofa.

Looking down at the pilot now without anything to obstruct your vision, he's clearly not from around here. While humanoid like yourself, he is incredibly tall, probably part of what made him so difficult to drag around. His height is added to by the long, ivory horns standing straight on the top of his head, however, one of them has been broken off near the base. Judging from the fresh blood dripping from the stub, it likely snapped off during the crash. The white of his horns contrasts greatly with his inky black curls and dark tanned skin, and after a few moments of observation, pale blue sparks run up their length; you hurriedly put a plastic cover between his head and your very flammable sofa.

You go to run a medical scanner over him but stop short when you see the iron rosary around his neck, sturdy enough to survive a crash from space apparently. You remove it to get it out of the way of your treatment. You quickly realize his injuries aren't immediately life threatening somehow, despite the intensity of the crash, but they are severe. One leg broken in two places, four broken ribs, several deep wounds and too many scrapes and bruises to count on top of the broken horn.

You take a deep breath and start cutting away his suit to get to work.

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Fuck... Everything hurts so much.

Dex floats just on the edge of consciousness, barely breaking through the burningly painful haze covering him head to toe. It hurt to be awake, he just wanted to sink back into blackness but giving in to such moments of weakness would only get him killed.

Suddenly, he feels hands on him, followed by an even sharper pain in his leg where they touch. He tries to open his eyes, to move, anything, only to be hit with a wave of nausea that has him reeling, blood rushing so violently through his ears all he can hear is shrill ringing. He can't see, the lights overhead are doubled and swirling, obscuring everything around him, bright, blinding, confusing. He groans, every movement compounding his pain as he tries to get away from whatever is touching him, panic rising. He can't see or think, the panic is churning into a bitter terror, fear itching like insects up his spine and down his limbs as he thrashes-

"It's okay- you're safe." A voice, soft, worried, kind. The hands move to cup his face and the spinning stops, the nausea recedes; their skin is cool against the feverish burning that covers him, soothing. It takes a moment, but he grows still, occasionally twitching in pain. He tries again to open his eyes, focusing now on the being hovering over him.

"I'm going to help you, just be calm."

The light that had just been so harsh and blinding was now a glorious halo that shone gently around their silhouette, casting most of their face in shadow. He can see their eyes, though, the depths of them are all he can see, glowing just as brightly as the halo around them, filled with a worry that seemed... personal, affectionate. Intimate, even. He stills further, not even aware of his body relaxing against his will. He's startled into confusion once again, but in a different way, rather than panic he's struck motionless by sheer awe.

Beautiful.

This... Was Roman right about angels? Would an angel really come for someone like me..? Am I really deserving of salvation?

Considering everything he'd done, the kind of life he's lived since he lost his sister... He'd never thought it possible. Despite Roman insisting on Dex wearing the rosary he had given him soon after they'd first met, he didn't care to seek God's protection or embrace, in this life or the next. According to that stupid book, he was hellbound, so why waste time praying for salvation that would never come?

"An.. Angel..." The words come out in a daze, spilling straight from his dizzy, muddled head out of his mouth. He could barely even tell if he was actually speaking or if he was hearing things, the darkness at the edge of his vision is creeping further, covering his vision with black again, the ringing in his ears crescendos into a shrill chorus.

This must be how the heavenly gates sound as they screech open to welcome home the blessed, underscored by the singing of cherubs.

He feels at peace.

✩ εꨄ︎з ✩ εꨄ︎з ✩ εꨄ︎з ✩

The pilot stops thrashing and finally goes still and quiet as you lower the syringe. This poor guy, the fear and panic in his eyes had been so real, and intense. Sleeping through the treatment process would be best for him. You spend the next few hours pulling shrapnel from his skin, setting his bones and binding everything securely. Finally, once you're sure you've done everything you can, you sit back with a tall cup of water and finally breathe a sigh of relief. Before you head back to your room to sleep through what remains of the night, you glance out your window to the lake where the crashed ship rests.

What in the galaxy was this guy doing that made him crash?

In the morning, you're awoken by yet another clatter, this time coming from inside your home. You jump out of bed and run to the main room to find the pilot sprawled on the ground in the frame of your front door, several things having been knocked off your table in his journey. You sigh and move closer.

"What are you doing?"

He freezes and slowly turns his head to look up at you. His eyes are a startlingly bright electric blue.

"You really shouldn't be moving yet, you're in worse shape than you probably think you are." You move a step closer to him but he scoots away with a pained wince. You stop and hold your hands up placatingly. "It's okay, I promise I won't hurt you. Why would I bandage you up otherwise, right?"

He seems to consider this for a moment before closing his eyes and nodding stiffly.

"You're right.. 'm sorry for the trouble." He sighs.

You smile lightly and move closer, and this time he doesn't move away when you reach to help him up from the floor and back onto the sofa. He spends a moment adjusting to the least painful position he can manage, looking around the room in a sort of haze. You feel a bit worried looking at his dazed expression, maybe he has a concussion after all... He suddenly fixes his electric gaze on you. You try not to squirm at his intensive attention.

"Er, so, what's your name?" You start. He blinks at the question, thinking.

"Dez... Uh, no.. Dex. Dex for sure." His head tilts to one side, his balance wavering for a moment. "What's your name?"

"It's (y/n)."

"(y/n)..." He repeats it a few times like a mantra before getting distracted with inspecting the room again.

"Can you remember what galaxy we're in? Are you from this system?"

"Hm?" His head droops further to the side, his eyes never leaving yours no matter how far he leans.

You repeat your question.

"Uh... I'm from Adaestria 7...." He scrunches his face. "777-AYK. That's where I'm from."

"Uh-huh, and..?"

"Aaaaand... We're in a red star galaxy." He smirks, clearly proud of himself. He lifts his head, but it droops right back down to the side after a few seconds.

You can't help a small chuckle. It's worrisome, likely indicative of an internal head injury, but it's just a little cute too... A spark runs up his horn at the sound of your laughter and he perks up, grinning dopily.

"Do you remember the name of this galaxy?" You prompt again.

"Zeta Asshole Robots Galaxy." He harumphs, crossing his arms with a scowl, right before the droop finally brings his head down against the side of the couch. "Can't ever min' their business..."

"No, that's definitely not it."

"Hmph, that's what I'm callin' it." He reaches one hand up to scratch at the base of his broken horn, looking shocked when his thumb catches on the broken end. He sits up and feels around it for a bit, looking horrified.

"Ohhhh ssshit... Oh man, that's why I can't see."

"Huh?"

"My horn... It, uhh... When it breaks off I get real fucked up, in the membrane. Insane, in the membrane.." He leans back giggling.

"Can it, grow back?"

"Ohhh yeeaaahh sure sure, 'f course. It jus' takes a few."

"A few...?"

"Weeks." He fixes his hazy eyes on you again, a light, dazed grin fixed on his face. "Is anything else in this galaxy as nice to look at as you two?"

You blanche at the strangeness of the question, which only seems to enthuse him more as he giggles again.

"Two?"

"Oh, is there not supposed to be two of you? Ugh, man.." He leans his head into his hand, sparks popping erratically from the stump of his broken horn. "My head hurts."

"Is there anything I can do? Does anything help while it grows back?" You can't help but put a hand on his shoulder in concern. One of his hands drifts up to cover yours, squeezing lightly.

"If you have, a refiner... You can make a carbon fiber cap." He mutters between his fingers, eyes slipping closed. The goofy confusion is gone, replaced with exhaustion and pain. You nod and move to pull your hand away but he clings to you. For a moment, you think you'll have to pry yourself free, but he lets you go after a long, quiet moment.

You dash down to your lab and after a bit of tinkering, you manage to produce something you deem suitable. Your patient is still slumped over when you return; it looks like he drifted into unconsciousness. You pull on a thick pair of rubber gloves and carefully fix the cap around the broken end of his horn, containing the errant electricity. As soon as it's secure, some of the tension in his face eases.

He opens his eyes again after a moment, visibly more lucid than before. And grumpier. He casts another appraising look around your home, looking distinctly less than impressed, before his eyes land on you once again.

"How long ago did I crash?"

"Oh, about five hours ago. You got caught out in the boiling rains?"

"Boiling rains... A superheated rainstorm?"

"Yeah, that." You plop onto the table next to him, since it's been so conveniently cleared off. "You seem a bit more clear headed now."

"Yes, unfortunately when my horns break it impacts my mental cognition and physical balance. I apologize for any inconvenience I've caused."

"Oh, no it's not really a problem, all you've really taken up is the spare carbon I've got lying around and some bandages." While it's definitely easier to talk to him now, you almost miss the loopy, dazed version of Dex. It was a little adorable.

You both spend some time exchanging questions and answers, now that you can more easily converse. Dex tells you about the recent expedition he'd been on for certain rare materials on another planet in your system, one that you know is perilously radioactive. He admits, with a touch of embarrassment, that he underestimated the equipment he'd need and ended up getting knocked out of hyperspace early and straight into an asteroid belt that knocked out his engines and sent him hurtling to the surface of the nearest planet. He gets very vague when you ask him specifics about the collection job he mentioned, but he does mention collecting plants of some kind. He laments that they've most definitely been destroyed, if not by the crash than definitely by the boiling rains they'd have been exposed to, along with the rest of his cargo.

At this, you excitedly tell him about your own collection of plants and the research you conduct with them. He listens indulgently as you spend more than a few moments regaling him with the fascinating details of your cross pollination experiments and all the exotic and beautiful plants you've grown in your collection. At some points during your ranting, he even cracks the slightest of smiles.

It isn't much longer until he's insisting to go out and see the state of his ship, broken leg be damned.

"You're in no shape to even get near the ship, it's at the bottom of a crater, and the ground down there isn't exactly paved."

"I'll manage." He insists. "Just get me a crutch or something."

You stand firm, arms crossed. "What if I said no?"

His eyes snap to yours, narrowed in challenge. The silence thickens as you stare each other down, before Dex suddenly moves to force himself to his feet, and you rush forward to stop him. It's incredibly distressing to tussle with him like this when you're trying to avoid hurting him further, but his injuries wear him out quickly. He only manages to struggle with you for about a minute before he's laying back on the sofa, jaw clenched and brow furrowed.

"Fine, you win. Just swear to me that you won't go poke around the wreck anymore by yourself. I have a lot of volatile substances on there and their containers have definitely been breached, it wouldn't be safe."

You scoff at the implication that you might be too inexperienced or ill prepared to properly handle dangerous substances, especially coming from the guy that fell out of the sky with said substances, but make the sage decision to not make a fight of it.

"Alright then, I promise not to poke around your ship. As long as you promise not to try to sneak out to it until you're not on the verge of death."

For the first time since he's regained his lucidity, he allows himself to smile broadly as he holds up a hand, pinkie finger extended.

"It's a promise."

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