#kay x rain

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More Happy Family meme stuff... Uncle Andy not getting involved in that one.

Version without the text

The OG:

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N and Andy pilot the small ship to their new destination…

Andy: you sure they’ll w-welcome me?

Y/N: it’s a safe harbor, bud. I’ve been here many times.

Kay and Rain hug Y/N…

Y/n: hey loves

Rain; so this is it?

Kay: our new life

Y/N: welcome home

The ship makes its way to a lush forest planet…

[patchodraws]

kay should have survived tbh

[k-nayee]

Morning After Alien Romulus

wc: 4k a/n: Song Inspiration: Morning After by DVSN; recommend you listen while reading!!

Traveler M.List

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It all began with a call that changed everything.

You were still relatively new to your position at Jackson's Star when you first met him.

Just 19—still figuring out the ropes of task assignments and managing shift schedules; and yet there you were: delivering the worst news someone could receive.

He was 20 when he walked into the room—scruffy eyes heavy from exhaustion, but had a quiet determined strength to him.

His mother had been overseeing a section of the mines when part of it collapsed during a solo manual checkup.

Only one casualty, but that didn’t soften the blow. Protocol dictated that a family member was called to meetings like this.

His father and sister was bedridden, recovering from whatever sickness had been going around.

That left him to face the news alone.

You sat across from him in the dimly lit room, unsure how to begin. His name stood out on the data tablet you clutched too tightly in your hands: Tyler Harrison.

You watched as he sat, hands folded in his lap, waiting for you to speak.

But how could you? Words felt too small, too fragile for the weight of the situation.

"There was an accident," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "The section your mother was overseeing in… it collapsed during her check. There weren’t any other casualties but…"

The rest of your words had faded into the air as Tyler he stared at you. His expression didn’t change immediately.

It was as if the words didn’t land, as if some part of him was still waiting for you to take it back and say something different.

When he did react it was with the smallest nod, his jaw tightening as he processed the reality.

No tears. No outward display of grief. Just a quiet acceptance that made your chest ache for him.

For a while neither of you spoke. You felt completely out of your depth, helpless in the face of such loss.

What were you supposed to say to make this better? Could you even?

Instead you had offered him the standard protocol—paperwork, procedures, grief counseling if he wanted it.

He refused the offer with a shake of his head. "It’s...just no life here isn’t it?" you could hear the pain he was trying so hard to keep inside.

"...I'm sorry," you whispered, meaning it in ways that went beyond just doing your job.

He said nothing. Just simply got up and left.

After that day you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it was because you understood loss, having losing your parents when you were seventeen.

Maybe it was because Tyler reminded you of yourself—alone, trying to carry a weight too heavy for one person.

Or maybe, somewhere in the quiet spaces between your brief meeting, you began to notice how his presence stirred something inside you.

You reached out to him in the days that followed.

At first it was professional; checking in to make sure he was managing with the loss. But those conversations quickly became more.

Tyler had a way of looking at you, of really seeing you, that made it impossible not to want to be around him.

He wasn’t just some grieving son; he was kind, resilient—strong in ways you didn’t expect.

Weeks passed and with each interaction the distance between you shrank.

Sometimes you'd find yourselves talking after work, just the two of you walking through the dimly lit corridors of the colony, shoulders brushing every now and then.

It felt easy with him.

He made you laugh in those rare moments when you’d let yourself forget where you were or what life had taken from you both.

Yeah you found him attractive, but it was more than that. Tyler had a quiet charm, a steadiness that drew you in.

He didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve, but when he smiled—really smiled—it was like the room brightened a little.

And as the weeks turned into months you realized your feelings for him weren’t just out of sympathy. They had grown into something real.

It wasn’t long before he felt the same.

One night, after a particularly long shift, you sat together in one of the colony’s communal areas sharing stories of the people you once were before the weight of loss settled into your lives.

He listened with a soft gaze as you spoke, and when it was his turn he opened up in a way that surprised you.

"I’ve never been good at this," he admitted as his fingers absently traced the rim of his cup. "Talking I mean. About things that matter. But you...you make it easy."

You smiled at that, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your chest. "You make it easy too."

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. A natural pause that led to Tyler reaching for your hand across the table.

His fingers slid across your palm warm and tentative, as if he was waiting for you to pull away.

You didn’t. You never would.

From then on your relationship with Tyler changed.

You found yourselves seeking each other out more—lingering together in the hidden corners of the colony where you could talk, kiss, and be.

It wasn’t long before you officially started dating, falling into a routine of stolen moments amidst the shift changes and other responsibilities.

Tyler became your constant—a presence you leaned on, someone you could be vulnerable with.

It wasn’t just about comforting each other anymore.

You had both found something more even in the middle of all that darkness.

It was love.

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Your mind often lingered on those early days with Tyler.

The bond you’d built felt so natural, so inevitable—two people finding each other in the chaos of life on Jackson's Star.

But as the memories swirled, reality crept back in, pulling you from the haze of nostalgia.

A faint headache throbbed at your temples, the familiar sensation of fatigue weighing you down.

"Still not feeling well huh?"

You blinked, startled by the familiar voice breaking through the quiet.

Looking up you saw your supervisor Mary-Anne standing at your desk, her brows knitted in concern.

The older woman had been watching over you since you first started working here—almost like a mother figure always checking in and making sure you weren’t overworking yourself.

You offered her a weak smile and brush it off with a shrug. "It’s nothing. You know I always get sick this time of year. I’ll be fine."

Mary-Anne didn’t seem convinced. She crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing slightly as she studied you.

"It’s been nearly a month now," she pointed out with a gentle firm voice. "And you’re looking worse, not better."

You opened your mouth to protest to offer another excuse, but the words faltered under her knowing gaze.

She wasn’t buying it. And truth be told neither were you.

The exhaustion, lightheadedness, the constant dull headache—they hadn’t gone away.

They lingered, gnawing at you day after day, but you didn’t have the luxury of slowing down.

Not with everything going on. Not with your brother to look after.

"Look," she softened her tone as she uncrossed her arms, "at least think about going to the colony infirmary. Have them run a few tests, maybe even take a few days off. You’re no good to anyone if you push yourself too hard."

You let out a sigh knowing she wouldn’t let this go until you agreed. "Yeah...okay. M-maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it."

Mary-Anne gives you a pointed look. "Matter of fact you should take the rest of the shift off. Start your break early. I’ll handle everything."

A teasing grin tugged at your lips. "You’ve got to stop babying me Mary-Anne. I’ve been working here for what, four years years now?"

Her eyes twinkled with a hint of playfulness despite the undercurrent of concern. "Four years or not, I’m still your supervisor. Now do you want to go home or do you want me to keep you here until you drop?"

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Okay okay. I’ll go."

"Good." As you stood from your desk gathering a few things, Mary-Anne gave you a fond but stern look. "And make sure to actually rest this time."

With a playful salute you waved her off, murmuring quick goodbyes to the few coworkers still nearby.

Stepping out into the corridor, the cool air of the colony brush against your skin.

Even when the low hum of the machinery and distant echoes of workers filled the background, your mind was elsewhere, drifting into the memories that tugged at your heart with every step you took.

Tyler.

It had been a little over a year since you two had broken up, but the weight of it still lingered like a bruise that refused to fade.

You hadn’t meant for things to end the way they did.

In fact when you’d first met you never imagined you’d get to a point where you couldn’t even look at each other.

But life on Jackson’s Star had a way of weighing people down until there was no energy left to give.

Your thoughts circled back to February of 2141—the month everything fell apart. You had recently turned 22, Tyler nearing his 23rd birthday.

For two years you’d been together, navigating the colony’s harsh environment as best you could. But it was never easy.

How could it be with the constant grind, the pressure of survival, and the burden of responsibility weighing on both of your shoulders?

Tyler had been slowly drowning under the weight of his family’s expectations.

His father grew weaker by the day, forcing him to step up as the head of the house to care for both himself and his younger sister Kay.

And you? You had your own responsibilities.

Your younger brother, who was just 16 at the time, depended on you since the day you’d both lost your parents.

You were only 17 when it happened after all. Having been placed into the role of caretaker at such a young age forced you to grow up faster than you wanted to.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault, not really.

The stress, the exhaustion—it chipped away at your relationship bit by bit.

Neither of you had the time, energy, or the space to take care of each other the way you used to.

Tyler had been overwhelmed with his responsibilities at home and you had been too wrapped up in your own struggles.

Somewhere along the way you both drifted apart, like two ships in a dark endless sea.

You still loved Tyler—of course you did. But love didn’t change the fact that Jackson’s Star was slowly tearing you apart.

You could still remember the night you broke up.

It wasn’t a decision you’d made lightly, but at the time it felt like the only way to survive.

You couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine when deep down you both knew this was coming for a long time.

And so, you called it off.

Tyler had been quiet. He didn’t argue. He just simply nodded, eyes dull.

After that there had been silence. Weeks passed without a word between you two. That was until...

Your steps slowed, breath catching as the memory washed over you.

Two months after the breakup Tyler had shown up at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

You’d been surprised, standing there in the doorway staring at him.

He looked different—older, more broken than before. He barely managed to speak before the words tumbled out.

His father died.

You’d let him in without a second thought. He was shaking, barely holding it together as you led him inside.

That night you didn’t need words. He didn’t need to explain anything. He simply fell into your arms and you held him close, comforting him the way you used to.

The pain, the grief, the love you still held for each other—it all blurred together.

It was so easy to fall back into the intimacy you’d shared. Before you knew it you were kissing, the heat of it familiar, pulling you both under.

Didn’t take long before you ended up in bed tangled in each other, the lines between comfort and passion mixing until they were one of the same.

But the morning after reality settled back in. You didn’t speak of it. He left your apartment quietly and you let him go.

No words were exchanged, no promises made. You hadn’t spoken since.

And now as you walked through the dim corridors of the colony, the weight of that night pressed on you.

Three months. Three months since you’d seen Tyler and part of you wondered if you ever would again.

The guilt gnawed at you—had you made the right choice? Should you have fought harder for him and the relationship you’d built together?

Or had you both done the best you could in a place that seemed designed to break you?

Your heart ached at the thought. There were no easy answers nor clean resolutions.

Turning the corner toward your living quarters you froze.

Standing outside your door, looking as nervous as you’d ever seen him, was Tyler.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The world around you faded—the hum of the colony, the distant chatter of workers—leaving only the sight of him standing there.

His hair was a little longer and there was a weariness in his posture that hadn’t been there before. But he was still the same Tyler you’d fallen for all those years ago.

When he saw you his eyes softened.

"Hey," his voice was barely audible over the hum of the corridor.

"Tyler..." You try to keep the surprise from your voice but it was there and you both knew it.

The air between you was thick with everything left unsaid. You weren’t sure what to expect.

Was he here to talk about that night? To explain why he’d disappeared afterward?

You swallow down the flood of emotions rising up and force yourself to stay calm. "What are you doing here?"

He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting around before finally settling on you again.

"Can we talk?" He sounded unsure like he half-expected you to say no. "I uh...I didn’t mean to just show up like this."

Not trusting your voice you simply nod. Stepping past him to unlock the door, it slides open with a soft hiss before you enter.

Tyler follow behind all the way to your bedroom, his presence filling the small space with an odd tension.

“I just need to check on my brother,” you muttered. You needed a second to breathe, to collect yourself.

He watch as you disappear down the narrow hallway.

The familiar hum of the colony’s systems thrummed beneath your feet as you knocked lightly on your brother’s door.

“Everything good?” you asked softly when he opened it. He nod, already dressed in his uniform ready for his shift.

“Yeah just heading out now,” he offer you a small smile. Giving you a farewell kiss on the cheek, he brushes past you and make his way out the house.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and make your way back to your bedroom.

When you returned Tyler was looking at pictures taped on the wall.

He looked up as you re-entered, and the two of you just stared at each other, neither of you knowing how to begin.

"I...I know it’s been a while and I...I'm sorry. I’m sorry I disappeared after that...night. I should have reached out I know that. I just—” He paused, searching for the right words, his eyes flicking to yours. “I didn’t know what to say.”

The rawness in his voice cuts you deep. You hadn’t expected an apology, not like this.

For months you had told yourself it was just the way things had to be; two people who couldn’t make it work even though they tried.

But hearing the regret in his voice made it all feel real again, like a wound being reopened.

"It's fine. Plus it's partially my fault," you admit quietly. "I shouldn't have assumed that night would...I don’t know fix things?" Your eyes lower as you avoid his gaze. "But then you left and I realized how foolish it was."

Tyler fiercely shook his head. "No. No it's not fine. I never should have left. Not like that."

He took a breath to steady himself before continuing, his words coming faster as if he was afraid he might lose the nerve if he didn’t say it all at once. "I was a coward. I should have told you then but I couldn’t. I couldn’t admit that I never stopped loving you."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected, and suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

Tyler’s eyes were searching yours now, desperate—almost pleading.

“I was an idiot for letting you go. I thought I was doing the right thing but all I did was make everything worse. It’s been hell without you and I didn’t realize how much I needed you until it was too late. I just—” His voice cracked slightly as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know how to fix this, but I need you to know that I love you; always have and always will..”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt the tear slide down your face.

Everything you buried—the emotions you had pushed down after your breakup, rose to the surface.

Without thinking you closed the distance. Your hands reached for him before you could stop yourself and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss was hungry, desperate as if the months of silence had all been leading up to this.

His lips crashed into yours with the same intensity and you could feel the pent-up emotion behind every movement.

It wasn’t soft or gentle; it was years of love, loss, and longing that you couldn’t put into words.

Tyler’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

You kissed him harder, trying to pour every unspoken feeling into that moment, your breaths mingling as you both lost yourselves to the kiss.

Tyler suddenly pulled away, his breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against yours. Hands still gripping your waist, his body trembled slightly.

“I—” He swallowed. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”

Your heart is still pounding in your chest as you look up at him. “What is it?”

His gaze drop to the floor for a second before he look back at you. "We found a way to leave Jackson’s Star. And I want you to come with me."

You blinked. "What?" your voice was barely above a whisper.

You weren’t sure if you heard him right or if your mind was still reeling from the intensity of the kiss you just had.

"There’s an old Weyland-Yutani ship me and the others found. Bjorn, Navarro, and I...we’ve been working on fixing up a hauler, Corbelan IV. We’re planning to leave for Yvaga.” Tyler's eyes searched yours, watching the realization wash over you.

It took a moment for the gravity of what he was saying to fully hit you. Leave? You had spent years on Jackson’s Star.

The idea of leaving—of escaping to somewhere else, somewhere better—was almost too overwhelming to grasp.

You shook your head slowly as disbelief settled in.

“I—what?” Your voice cracked, barely able to keep up with your thoughts. “Tyler. H-how...how is this even possible?”

“We’ve been working on it for a while now,” his hands moved to gently cup your face. “Kay just needs to convince Rain to use Andy to access the ship-mother's systems so we can get to the hyper-sleep chambers. Once that’s done: You, me...we don’t have to stay in this place anymore.”

The way he said it so full of hope made your heart flutter.

For the first time in a long while you saw a future outside of Jackson’s Star, a way out of the endless cycle that had worn both of you down.

But then reality came crashing back.

Your brother.

He was still too young, barely begun working.

The colony had strict rules about who could leave and when—everyone had to meet their quota of hours to even be eligible for a transfer.

It could take years before he would be able to leave and you couldn’t abandon him. You and he were all each other had left.

“My brother. He’s still too young, doesn’t have enough hours to transfer yet. It could be years before he’s able to leave." You step back slightly, pulling yourself out of his grasp as your thoughts raced. "I can’t just...leave him here."

Tyler’s face fell, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.

"We’ll figure it out," he pleaded. "Andy. H-he's a synthetic! Yeah—he can stay behind and watch over him. You know he’s capable of it. Once we’re safe, once we’ve settled on Yvaga we’ll come back for him."

You could hear the desperation in his voice and it tugged at your heart.

You wanted to believe him, to trust that things would somehow work out, but the uncertainty was gnawing at you.

Your brother was all you had left after everything.

Could you trust that it would work out? Could you really leave him behind even for the chance of a new life?

The hesitation clawed at you making it hard to breathe.

Seeing that you weren’t convinced, Tyler stepped closer again, his hands finding yours as he pulled you gently toward the bed. “Please just...think about it.”

He sat down, eyes locked onto yours as he spoke. “If I wake up tomorrow and you’re not beside me, I’ll know you’re not coming. But if you are...” He let the rest of the sentence linger in the air.

A small smile tugged at your lips despite the turmoil inside you.

“Is this how you trick your way into my bed?” you teased softly, the tension easing just a bit. “You didn’t even ask to spend the night.”

Tyler’s lips twitched into a small grin. “Can I stay the night?”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm I don’t know. Maybe you’ll have to work for it first.”

His grin widened, and before you could tease anymore, he leaned in capturing you in a kiss.

Tension melted away as his arms wrapped around to pull you closer.

It was both tender and longing—full of everything you both had been holding back for months.

Tyler’s touch was familiar; his lips soft but filled with the desperation of someone trying to hold on to something in fear it might slip away.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, body responding to his in ways that felt like fire burning within your veins.

His hands slid down your waist, fingers gently brushing against your skin as he began to pull at the fabric of your shirt.

Kissing back with equal fervor, your hands move to his shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion.

Clothes fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment and as you sank into the bed together.

For now the decision could wait.

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Tyler woke slowly the next morning, the faint hum of the colony's machines working in the background as he stretched beneath the covers.

Eyes still closed, for a brief blissful moment he thought about last night, the memory still fresh in his mind.

But as he reached out for you his hand met only cold air.

His eyes snapped open, panic flooding his chest as he realized the bed beside him was empty.

You weren’t there.

His heart raced as he sat up to scan the room. Empty.

The space next to him where you had been was cold and untouched. For a long moment he sat in silence, staring at the space beside him.

The weight of your absence pressed down on him like a heavy stone in his chest. You were gone.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t. The hope he had held onto so tightly the night before was slipping through his fingers.

All that remained now was a empty space, silence—the painful reality that you had made your choice:

You weren’t coming with him.

[rainbowwonderlandsblog]

Rain: Damn, there are no seats available

Kay: My face is right here

Rain: ..What?

Kay: What?

[darthmatthewtwihard]

Alien: Romulus was so great that I have already seen it twice and will probably see it at least one more time in the theater.

[rainkays]

“in another life.”

“why not this one?”

[sersh]

ALIEN: ROMULUS (2024) dir. Fede Álvarez | every rainkay scene (3/?)

[luvscarlyle]

best cast EVERRRR

[rainedreams]

A story in two parts

[rainandandy]

could you pls do some rainxfem!reader pls?? There is a serious lack of rain fics on this app and I need more😭😭 just some HC’s, fluff, angst, nsfw, love it all. Take it and bby😘

(btw LOVE your work, ur keeping me alive rn)

Thank you for the ask!😘 I will have more Rain Carradine X FemReader coming! Hope you like this

Pairings: Rain Carradine X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous Reader

Word Count: 1027

Life on Jackson's Star was a gritty mix of endless work and fleeting moments of reprieve, where the dusty, metallic corridors echoed with the clanking of machinery and the chatter of miners. Amidst this stark backdrop, your relationship with Rain Carradine blossomed into something that felt almost out of place with its warmth and genuineness.

Rain was strong, capable, and fiercely protective, not just of her synthetic brother Andy but of you as well. Her friendship with Tyler, her former partner and a prominent figure in the mining crew, had initially seemed unremarkable to you. However, as time went on, their easy camaraderie began to gnaw at you, the seeds of jealousy sprouting unchecked.

You'd watch them during breaks, sharing jokes and reminiscing about past missions, their laughter a stark contrast to the usual din of the miners’ mess hall. The more you observed, the more your imagination painted pictures of a past perhaps better left behind, stirring a restlessness within you that you couldn't shake off.

One evening, compelled by a mix of curiosity and unsettling thoughts, you approached Andy. Despite his challenges with speech and the obvious difficulties his synthetic nature sometimes posed in social settings, Andy had a way of understanding human emotions, perhaps better than most humans themselves.

"Andy," you started, hesitating as you chose your words carefully, "did Rain and Tyler... were they together? Like, before?"

Andy's eyes, always so expressive despite the rest of his face remaining eerily impassive, flickered with something that might have been discomfort. "Yes," he stuttered, his voice mechanical yet tinged with a hint of warmth. "But it was a long time ago. Things change."

His confirmation hit harder than expected. You tried to laugh it off, to dismiss the tightening in your chest as just a silly overreaction. "Thanks, Andy. Just curious, you know?"

But curiosity wasn't easily sated. At the next community gathering in the recreation hall—a rare moment of leisure on the harsh mining planet—you spotted Kay, Tyler's vivacious sister, and decided on a reckless course of action. Flirting with Kay, you hoped, might just give you the answers you needed, or at least draw some kind of reaction out of Rain.

Kay, with her easy smile and flirtatious demeanor, was a willing participant in your charade. You laughed at her jokes, touched her arm lightly, and played the part of someone smitten. From the corner of your eye, you could see Rain watching, her expression unreadable.

Later, as you and Rain walked back to your quarters along the dimly lit paths of the colony, she broke the silence. "Seems like you and Kay were getting along well tonight," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something else—was it amusement? Concern?

You bristled, defensive and still wound up from your own concocted drama. "What about you and Tyler? Seems like old times, huh?"

Rain stopped walking, turning to face you under the faint glow of the overhead lamps. Her laugh, when it came, was genuine and full of warmth. "Are you jealous?" she asked, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours.

As Rain's question hung in the air between you, a cool breeze whistled through the narrow passages of Jackson's Star, stirring the dust around your feet. "Are you jealous?" she repeated, her voice a gentle tease that echoed slightly off the metal walls surrounding you.

Caught off guard by her directness and the earnest look in her eyes, your initial reaction was to deflect, but the sincerity in her gaze held you in place. Before you could respond, Rain stepped closer, closing the small gap that the conversation had widened between you. Her hands reached up, resting lightly on your cheeks, her touch sending a familiar warmth through you that contrasted sharply with the chill of the evening.

With a tenderness that always seemed at odds with the harsh environment of the mining colony, Rain leaned in. Her lips met yours in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, as if giving you room to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself leaning into the kiss, deepening it, your hands moving to encircle her waist and pull her closer.

Rain responded in kind, her movements confident, her lips pressing more firmly against yours. The kiss grew from tender to fervent, a mingling of relief and passion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of deep connections and unspoken promises, a reassurance of her feelings amid the whirlwind of doubts that had clouded your mind.

The world around you seemed to quiet, the usual hum of the colony fading into a distant backdrop to the intensity of the moment. Rain's kiss chased away the shadows of jealousy, filling the spaces with an affirming warmth that seeped deep into your bones.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and a little dazed, Rain’s smile was radiant under the sparse light of the colony’s lamps. "I mean it," she said, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath. "It’s always been you."

In that moment, with Rain’s affirmation still tingling on your lips, the earlier tension dissolved, leaving a clarity that brightened the dark paths of Jackson's Star. Her laughter, light and freeing, bubbled up between you, and you couldn't help but laugh with her, the sound mingling with the night air.

The path back to your quarters was filled with a comfortable silence, the type that comes when no words are necessary to fill the space between two people. Rain’s hand in yours felt like a vow, a silent promise that no misunderstanding could break the bond you shared.

As Andy turned to give you both a subtle thumbs up before heading off to give you some privacy, you realized how deeply integrated into your life Rain had become. Her presence was a constant source of strength and comfort, just as you hoped to be for her.

Your journey together on Jackson's Star might be filled with challenges, but moments like these, stolen under the artificial stars of the colony, reminded you that as long as you were together, there was nothing you couldn’t face.

[ihatethebrits]

hawkmetri shippers rn

[nyaskitten]

Call me insane because I've only seen s7 once, but genuinely I feel like it would've made more sense for Kai to be the one hesitant to think his parents are traitors, and Nya is the one fully willing to believe that, no? The thing is, Kai KNEW his parents, if even only for like 6 years, if only even having vague memories of them, but Nya? She probably barely remembered them, or didn't remember them at all! What reason would She have to care about them? She doesn't seem to care all that much in Seabound after all...

[patchodraws]

do y’all want some alien: romulus kay survives fic besties? 👀

[kayharrisons]

It's getting dark, darling, too dark to see [Bjorn x afab!Reader] [part 1 of 2]

Your friends are dead. Their blood still soaks your hands, their screams fill the silence of the night. But Bjorn is there, through it all. Sole survivors Bjorn x fem!reader

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A/N: not me caving and writing Bjorn x Reader FJZKVMSKFKD I am in DEEP in this fandom my brain is rotting and I am SO fucking obsessed, so have this random ass lil fic I just wrote! Title of the fic from Thistle & Weeds by Mumford and Sons! This is gonna be some angsty shit so buckle in, it's gonna be a LOT and this is only the first part

Warnings for the series: general alien themes, MAJOR character death, blood, graphic depictions of violence, trauma, trauma bonding, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!), technical cousin incest (Kay/Bjorn), childbirth

The hauler is silent, save for the odd mechanical rumble or beeping from the cockpit.

Not even a few hours ago, you were all laughing here, dreaming of the future you would all have on Yvaga, the fact that you would all feel sunlight on your skin, breathe in fresh air.

Only two of you would.

Bjorn sits on the floor not far from you, cradling Kay's lifeless body. His eyes haven't left her face, her pale, grey face.

Kay was always smiling, always had a twinkle in her eye, a laugh in her throat. Kay had been too sweet for Jackson, Kay had been the exact kind of person who deserved to live a full and happy life on Yvaga, to bask in the sunshine that would never be quite as warm as her.

Kay was dead, now. Killed by the child she'd tried so hard to protect this entire journey.

You can't stop staring at her.

Her skin now void of colour, her eyes still open in horror, her lower half soaked in blood. If the creature hadn't killed her, then the blood loss would have.

The hauler cruises through the stars on autopilot. Rain had set the course for Yvaga and-

Rain.

You almost throw up.

You'd seen it, on the cameras. As Bjorn sobbed and pleaded with Kay to not leave him, as her blood soaked his clothes and her breathing stopped in his arms, you had seen the security footage of Rain dangling from the cable, that thing piercing the helmet she was wearing.

Then you had heard it, Rain managing to hit the audio button on her helmet, how she had screamed at you to close the hatch, to seal her and the creature out.

"Rain, you'll die-" you had shrieked, fingers panicky, hovering over the buttons with uncertainty.

"But the rest of you will live!" she had fired back, shrieking again as the creature continued to pierce the glass of her helmet. "[Y/N], please, PLEASE-"

You'd done it, collapsing to the floor unable to watch as the hatch closed, as it severed the cable Rain was attached to. Unable to watch your friend be sent to death by your hand.

You still sit on the cold metal floor, staring at Kay, at Bjorn, who's more quiet than you've ever seen him. His eyes are haunted, silent tears streaking down his cheeks, his chest heaving with every breath he takes, as if it pains him to do so.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out why.

He'd seen Navarro with a creature bursting free from her chest, seen her body twitch and twitch until it went oh so very still. Had seen his cousin stabbed through the chest, being dragged and flung around like a puppet before his blood had rained down upon you all from where the Xenomorph had taken him, his screams falling to choked whimpers that were more nauseating than the stabbing itself. Had seen Kay, sweet Kay, be impaled through her shoulder, had witnessed her taking th compound, giving birth in a spray of blood and gore to the creature that had stolen her life.

Her baby.

His baby.

It's not hard to realise who the "asshole" father of her child is, not when he's sobbing and clutching onto her corpse as if it alone will bring her back.

It should surprise you. But it doesn't.

They'd always been close, having met before Tyler's father had adopted her when she was 8.

They should have raised their baby together on Yvaga, a sweet young couple with their cute baby. You imagine it having Kay's curls, her warmth, Bjorn's eyes, his cheeky grin.

But no. There are no happy endings to be found here.

"Bjorn," you speak up, for the first time in hours. His eyes don't leave Kay. Your voice cracks. "Bjorn, you have to let her go."

"No."

It's said so simply, so matter of fact, as if he can't fathom such a thing.

"She's dead-"

"I fuckin' know," he snaps back, icy eyes meeting yours. "I know! She's-" a shaky exhale, more of a shudder than anything else, as he leans down, touching his forehead to Kay's, as he rocks her back and forth for a moment. "I know." he repeats, hoarse, almost childlike.

You fall silent again, giving him time to process, to grieve her, to grieve all of them.

He finally exhales sometime later, a sigh of anguish, as he presses a kiss to her forehead, as his lips linger on her skin for the last time. "I love you," you hear him murmur into the crown of her hair, he lets out a sob. "Alright? I love you. It's always, always been you."

And with that, he leans back, hands shakily unclasping her necklace and pocketing it.

His red rimmed eyes meet yours, and he nods firmly. You raise on shaky legs and move over to him, helping him gently move Kay to the floor.

"Rain's dead." you inform him, blandly, your stomach still churning with the horror of it all.

"Wondered where she'd fucked off to." he remarks as you stand side by side, your fingers brushing against one another's.

"Andy's dead too." you add, and he remains silent, jaw clenching. "Processors just... stopped, I think, after Rain..."

"His prime directive failed." Bjorn says, slowly, after a moment, eyes landing on Andy's still form in the corridor, the milky white of his blood having pooled down into the grates. "He shut down once he knew about Rain."

You scrub a hand down your bloody face (Tyler's, you think), and sigh.

What a fucking mess it all is.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

You both fall into silence once more.

Kay and Andy's bodies are gone. You'd wrapped them both in the blankets Kay had brought along with her, ones she'd hoped to use for the baby.

Bjorn had looked close to throwing up at the sight of them, and had promptly suggested using those in place of any other materials you may find useful.

The bodies had been wrapped in the blankets, soft, pretty things, so unlike the harshness of Jackson. Neither of you had said anything as you'd pressed the button to open the airlock, watching the bodies disappear into deep space.

You cling tight to each others hands, staring at the now closed airlock.

Tyler would say something heartfelt, something moving, would make you laugh through the pain of it all.

But Tyler is dead too.

You are all that remains, you and Bjorn.

"...the course is all set for Yvaga." You inform him, quietly, and he nods.

"Right."

"We should... probably start figuring out what to do."

"Right."

"Bjorn-" your voice cracking is what prompts him to finally look at you. "-don't. Don't do that. Don't disappear."

You wouldn't be able to bear it. Watching Bjorn-- Bjorn who was so full of life, always cracking a joke or a quip, always rolling his eyes and cheekily grinning, who always had something to say no matter what-- fade and fade into a shell of himself.

"Why shouldn't I?" he asks, oh so broken, so unlike the man he is. "Give me one good fuckin' reason-"

"I can't lose you too," you whisper, shattered, fingers tightening around his. "It's selfish, I know, but you're- I just can't lose someone else, okay?"

It sends him into silence again, his fingers tightening around yours to the point of near pain. You don't mind it. Keeps you grounded, reminds you that you're not alone. That, despite it all, despite the horrors you had faced, you're alive, and you're not alone.

"So, what do we do about these fuckin' cryopods, then? Could use a sleep after all that." he lets go, turning to face the pods, scratching at the stubble on his cheek.

You take one last look at the airlock before joining him.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

You argue over who goes in first. In the end, Bjorn wins, and it's purely because you recognise the tightness of his shoulders, the panic in his eyes.

He wanted you to go in first because of what had happened to Kay.

Logically, it's silly, and you both realise this. You're not pregnant, nor have you taken the compound. But the last time he'd watched someone go in...

You get it completely.

"You promise you'll get into a pod right away?" you ask, down to your tank top and underwear, your ruined clothes having been immediately shoved into the garbage shute.

"Got a few things to finish up, first." he says, down to his boxers and a fresh t-shirt, Kay's necklace now around his neck. "Gonna clean the place up a bit, so we don't wake up to..."

You nod, rubbing the back of your neck. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm out, okay?"

"Oh, fuckin' charmin' one you are, love," he bites back, rolling his eyes. "Bloke offers to clean the place and you imply he's thick or summit. S'why you're single."

You can't help but smile. You'd take the insults over the silence any day.

"Mean it though, Bjorn. You finish up with that, then you get right into a pod."

"Fuckin' christ, alright, mum."

You look at each other a moment, your hands teaching out and finding each others, all without taking your eyes off of one another.

"You ready?" he asks you, fingers clutching yours tight. His palm is clammy, his fingers calloused from working the mines from the age of sixteen.

"No." You say, quite honestly, leaning your head against your joined hands for a moment, your breath leaving you in disjointed bursts. Bjorn crouches by the pod, tipping his head forward to lean against yours, his other hand coming up to stroke theough your hair.

"You've gotta lay back, love," he murmurs, eyes shut tight and voice shaky. "C'mon, the next nine years are gonna be gone in the blink of an eye, and we're gonna get to Yvaga and..." he trails off, as the realisation that his plans haven't panned out the way he'd expected. He swallows, hard, pressing a kiss to your head. "We figure out how the fuck to live again, alright? Maybe get drunk, too."

You bark out a little laugh, letting go of his hand and laying back in your pod. "Could use some beer after all of this."

"I have fuckin' incredible ideas, don't I?" he grins, just a little, moving to the end of the pod.

You look at each other for a moment, before you nod. Bjorn presses a few buttons on the screen and with a hiss, your pod starts to close.

His solemn eyes are the last thing you see before sleep claims you.

[rainbowwonderlandsblog]

Kay: Let's play truth or dare. You start

Rain: Okay. Truth or dare?

Kay: Truth

Rain: What's your favorite color?

Kay: Triangles. Okay, my turn. Do you like girls?