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milflewis · 5 months
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22 + chalex for the prompt thing! 🫶🏻
22. hug
[LOG ENTRY: SOL 1: So. I am fucked. Surprise though! So you can stop all the tears — talking about you, Commander, the softy that you are - I am alive.]
Two weeks after NASA has declared Alex Albon dead and left on Mars, Charles writes to George. He sends it to Sebastian and makes him swear to get it to Lewis in the crew’s next info dump, who will give it to George.
He tells him about how Alex’s plants are doing, and about his shifts at the hospital, how he’s on night work now, with the shifts rotating over. He tells him about going to the beach and just standing there for hours, staring out at the water, until he could no longer feel his face from the cold. He tells that he’s more or less sleeping, that he’s going to work, that he’s eating. He tells him that he hopes they’re keeping safe and that he loves him.
He doesn’t talk about Alex. He doesn’t tell George he doesn’t blame him. He knows he’ll know. That he won’t need Charles to write the words.
[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: I think I've got this actually. Ignore yesterday. Getting stranded on Mars kinda messes with your head. I've got a plan and I'm feeling good about it! ]
[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: Update. I do not got this. If I die, Charles, I demand a mourning period of at least eighty-three years. Please bury me under some nice flowers. Blue if you can.]
“Come back to me,” Charles says, arms tight around Alex’s neck, mouth pressed under his ear. He smells of shampoo and asphalt. His bony elbows are digging into Charles’s back.
“I’m going to make Mars my bitch,” Alex says, grinning, and Charles shoves him away with a laugh.
Alex catches his wrist with a warm hand. His palm is dry and calloused. “Charlie,” he starts, low and careful. “I love you, you know that, right?”
“Yeah.” Charles’s voice cracks. He tries again. “Yes, I know, of course, of course. Me too.”
Alex smiles, and it’s wonderful. Charles memorises the shape of it.
Down the line, with his back to the hoard of cameras, Commander Lewis Hamilton is pressing his mouth against his husband’s knuckles. Both of their eyes are closed.
[LOG ENTRY: SOL 54]: Did you know that if you grow something somewhere that you've then colonised it? So, like, now that I've got my potatoes going does that mean I now own Mars? A win for the gays and the losers, motherfuckers!]
Toto swivels in his chair and looks out of the window to the sky beyond. Night is slipping in.
"What is it like?" he wonders. “Stuck up there. Alone. He does not know we know. What does that do?"
He looks at Niki. "I wonder what he is thinking right now."
[LOG ENTRY: SOL 61: How come Aquaman can control whales. They're mammals! Makes no sense.]
Some days, when he hasn’t had much sleep and the air warps and curls over on itself with heat, he sees Charles.
He’ll only ever be far off in the distance — too far for Alex to even see the details of his face, let alone touch him. He’d know the shape of those shoulders anywhere.
Alex waves to him sometimes. This dark blur on the horizon that just stands there and watches. He never waves back. The sun on Mars is unforgiving.
Alex wonders if he’s moisturising his hands. The latex exam gloves he has to wear for work always dry out his skin.
[LOG ENTRY: SOL 76: I'm going to have to science the shit out of this. George, please don't use this as porn. I know how hot and bothered you get about me being all smart and sexy.]
George has, like, every sitcom ever downloaded in his personal storage. Alex works his way through them all. If he never hears another laugh track in his life he’d die happy.
Lewis’s music list is jam packed full of different genres. There is a surprising amount of The Beatles in there. Alex wouldn’t have guessed he was a fan of them.
Alex decides the music Lewis had made himself, all chords and notes and little words, is some of his favourites. It can be hard hearing other people speak at you and not being able to talk back.
Every book Valtteri had downloaded is in Finnish. Alex thinks he probably should’ve guessed that would be the case.
It turns out Finnish is very hard to learn, especially when the only words you’ve picked up are swears that you’ve heard Valtteri muttering under his breath before media duties.
[LOG ENTRY: SOL 206: Finally got into contact with NASA because I am that bitch and I will be damned if I die here, and that is a promise. They won’t stop telling me what to do now though, so, like, it’s a give and take, I guess.]
The first thing Charles notices about Alex is that he has freckles all over his face but especially across his nose and cheeks. This feels very important.
The second thing he notices is that he is tall and his wrists are bony. Charles eyes the strip of skin where his MATHS IS SEXY top rides up. There is an equally tall man sitting in the booth beside him with a shirt that reads: NO ITS NOT.
The third thing he notices is that he is extremely drunk. His cheeks are flushed and he’s half falling over the table as he tries to explain something while laughing.
Charles probably falls in love right there if he’s being honest, even if he never gets the courage to go up and talk to him. Alex is the one who says hi, weeks later, asking him if he wants to play pool.
Charles doesn’t know how to play pool. He says yes anyway because he thinks it might make Alex smile. It does.
He keeps saying yes and Alex keeps smiling. They move together after college graduation.
Charles is coming off a double shift and he can’t feel his feet when Sebastian shows up to give him a ride home. He makes him tea when they get in. It’s a blend of something herbal and sweet like honey.
Sebastian tells him Alex is still alive as Charles breathes in the steam. He tells him that they left him behind on Mars. That it was an accident. That they’re figuring out how to get him home.
Alex is alive, Charles thinks. I’ll get to see Alex smile again, Charles thinks, and promptly bursts into tears.
[08:47] BUTTON: Good, keep us posted on any mechanical or electrical problems. By the way, the name of the probe we're sending you is Iris. You know, the one who rode the waves of heaven using the wind. I think she's also the chick with the rainbows.
[08:49] ALBON: Gay probe coming to save me. Got it.
I’m so glad it’s not me stuck up there, the navigational assistant tells him. He was the one who discovered Alex was still alive in the first place. He tells him he noticed the MAV moving. His name is Yuki.
Alex thinks he’s going to say he’d miss people or fresh fruit or Netflix or sex or something. Alex hasn’t had a mango in so long. He hasn’t had a blowjob in even longer. Some days he isn’t sure which is worse.
Yuki is very very funny.
Can you imagine only eating potatoes, he tells Alex. I would rather die dead and alone. And then: though I guess you would not have to imagine.
And then: the eating potatoes bit. sorry. you haven’t done the other one yet.
Alex laughs so much he rebreaks a only barely healed rib and NASA yells at them both. His calcium levels are very low.
[21:27] BUTTON: How are the crops affecting that number? As to your question: We haven't told the crew you're alive yet. We wanted them to concentrate on their own mission.
[21:30] ALBON: The crops are potatoes. I got them from the ones we were supposed to eat for Christmas. They're doing great but the available farmland isn't sustainable. I'll run out of food around SOL 900. Also. Fucking tell the crew I'm alive???? What the fuck is wrong with you????
[21:31] BUTTON: SOL 900 is great news. That'll give us time to get a supply mission to you. And I’ve been told to tell you to watch your language. Everything you type is being broadcasted around the world.
[21:32] ALBON: Look! A pair of boobs - > ( . Y . )
Dear Alex: Apparently, NASA is letting us talk to you now. And I drew the short straw. Sorry we left you behind on Mars.
But we just don't like you. You're sort of annoying. And you shed hair everywhere.
Also, it's a lot roomier on the Hermes without you. We have to take turns doing your tasks. But, I mean, it's only botany. It's not a real science.
How's Mars?
— George.
Alex stares up at the plain white ceiling of the HAB. The wind roars and rages outside and the Level Threw sandstorm shakes the walls. It holds. It always holds.
When he makes the journey to find the HAB of the HERMES TWO, he’ll be technically crossing international waters without any explicit permission from a governmental body. That makes him a pirate.
I’m going home, Alex thinks. And then: I can’t wait to tell Charlie that he’s married to a bad boy.
Alex runs a hand over his face. He’s even gotten the beard to go with it.
Dear George: Mars is fine. When I get lonely I think of that steamy night I spent with your mum.
How are things on Hermes? Cramped and claustrophobic? Yesterday I went outside and looked at the horizons. They really do go on forever.
— Alex.
"Thing is," Alex scrambles to say, mouth dry and sore. "I'm selfish. I want all the memorials back home to be just about me. I don't want the rest of you losers in any of them. I can't let you guys blow the VAL. Also, I'm the only one who is allowed to make Charlie cry. Them's the rules."
"Oh," Lewis says. "Well, I mean, if you won't let us — wait. Wait a minute, I think I see something on my shoulder patch here. Oh, right, yeah, it says I'm the Commander. So, you know, what I say goes. Shut the fuck up and sit tight. We're coming to get you."
Alex swallows — or tries to at least. His whole body aches. He thinks he broke a rib, or two. Or three. He wants to cry.
"Copy that, sir."
"We've got you, man." Lewis's voice is warm. Alex doesn't have to imagine his smile anymore. He's going to get to see it very soon.
Alex is all bone and mouth when Charles gets to see him again. He has lost so many of his freckles. He hugs him close, pressing his thumbs into the hinge of Alex's jaw. Alex bows and curls over him and Charles doesn't let either of them fall.
He tastes vaguely of salt and snot when Charles kisses him. Charles is crying.
Alex is smiling when he pulls away, arms tight around Charles' back. "Look at your face," he says softly. He's talking to himself.
"I'm here," Charles replies, louder than necessary. Alex blinks at him and his smile, impossibly, gets even bigger. Charles's stomach squirms.
"You're a mess," Alex teases him, running a hand through Charles' hair. Charles doesn't say anything about how his hands shake.
“You should stay here and take care of me then,” Charles says, and Alex closes his eyes, smushing his nose hard into the skull of Charles’s forehead. Charles digs his nails in.
Fuck you, Mars, Charles. Fuck you.
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bluespring864 · 3 months
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"The Martian AU"
I’ve seen a few „author of the Martian AU, if you see this, know how much we loved your story” posts go around and because I know the author I can tell you that yes, the author of the Martian AU is on tennisblr sometimes and you should probably have wished that they weren’t. Tennisblr and one aspect of the fan culture on this website is precisely why Blood Star is gone and why it most likely won’t be coming back.
Several times over the last months I have tried to tell all of you to be a bit less cruel about certain tennis players, and one Novak Djokovic in particular (because with your hate posting you are bullying the fans of the player, not the player!). The way he gets treated on here bothers me too, obviously, and I’ve spoken up for my own sake sometimes, but I tolerate a lot (maybe too much). When, however, my friends are affected by this stuff, it’s a different matter.
So one of my friends is this incredible writer, who decided to share a tennis fic with all of you for free, just for the love of storytelling and because they enjoy writing it, and they did this even though they’re a slow writer and they pour a lot of time into each chapter. As we all know, this story resonated. I have never seen so many gushing posts about a fanfic on tennisblr, at least not since I joined. What only a few of you know but what you really could have guessed to a certain extent because of the way the character of the same name is portrayed in Blood Star is that they are also a big Novak fan. In fact, he’s their fave.
I don’t know if you can imagine how jarring it is to see people on here, and often the very same people who gush about that fic, make/share mocking memes about the player they support, diagnose him as a definite racist for no good reason and just generally wish for that player to lose and be done as soon as possible (I obviously don’t remember who posts what because I’m not that chronically online, but I think I have only mentioned stuff here that has been reblogged or posted by people who also professed to love that story).
Well, the fact that this story disappeared on the day Novak lost his semifinal is no coincidence. Personally, I think the hate maybe wasn’t even quite as bad as when he lost Wimbledon, but that just tells you how absolutely awful it was before. (And it was still so bad this time around that some people who aren’t Novak fans asked for people to tone it down, which I’m very grateful for!) In any case, the author of the Martian AU ventured onto tumblr that day, and who can blame them for feeling a certain betrayal about the fact that many of the people who were so kind to them when it came to their story couldn’t at least keep their glee about the author’s favourite tennis player losing an important match to themselves, or keep it to direct messages or wherever else the Novak fans wouldn’t be bombarded with it. No, all those posts about how great it is to see this player lose, about how good it apparently is for tennis, about how people can’t wait for him to hang up his racquet etc. were there to mock them instead.
Us fanfic authors write for fun, and when the fun stops, we stop writing. Well, the fun stopped and the story is gone.
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innytoes · 9 months
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3+ sentences for Willex + astronauts au please and thank you <3
(I know you said astronauts but my brain immediately went: The Martian AU)
Alex wasn't quite sure which would be worse: being stranded on Mars alone, or being stranded on Mars with your crush. Since he was currently living the second option, and it was torture.
Of course, it was much better than being alone. Probably. He would have probably freaked out and died if he was alone. But Willie had patched the leak in his suit with duct tape, and dragged him back to the Hub, and nursed him back to health.
They'd worked together to figure out how to survive on Mars. Alex had rigged up the solar panels so they had electricity. Willie had done the awful job of terraforming Mars, which was a nice way of saying 'using poop to grow potatoes'. Luckily, Alex was their communication specialist, so they managed to get a message back to Earth, a 'hey bee-tee-dubs, you left two of your astronauts on Mars, can you send an Uber?' message.
He was a little worried about Julie, Luke, and Reggie, though. How were they doing, knowing they left behind two of their best friends? Thinking they were dead? Had ground control been able to contact them yet? Was leaving your friends' bodies on Mars better or worse than leaving your alive friends-
"You're pacing again," Willie said, coming out of the plastic-covered Potato Farm in the middle of the Hub. You actually kind of got used to the smell, so he didn't even wince. "If you want to get your steps in, I have a way better way to do cardio." He waggled his eyebrows at Alex, and Alex flushed.
Maybe being stranded alone would have been better than this torture.
Or, the torture that was...
"Let's go girls!"
Alex groaned. "Not Reggie's country playlist again!" he whined. He was so sick of Shania Twain. But they'd fried Luke's laptop and his extensive music library on the first day they tried to go outside the Hub. Turned out laptops didn't do well on the surface of Mars. Whoops. So now all they had left was Reggie's extensive country playlists.
"Come on, Hotdog, dance with me," Willie said, taking Alex' hand, shimmying his shoulders a little. It was hard to say no to him and his infectious grin, and sooner or later, they were dancing around the Hub, hollering along with Shania Twain, twirling each other.
Willie's laugh was beautiful, and for a moment, he forgot they were trapped on a desolate planet. At night, when the plastic and duct tape where they fixed section three clattered in the wind, and he crawled into Willie's bed, he didn't feel scared they were going to die at any second anymore. When he had to wolf down another potato, Willie's funny stories distracted him from thinking too much about how he now hated the taste of potatoes.
How could he ever think it was better to be out here alone than with Willie?
The song ended with Alex dipping Willie dramatically, and when he pulled him back up, he pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his lips. Willie made a little surprised noise, but before Alex could pull away, his arms wrapped around his neck and he deepened the kiss.
Turned out the best way to be stranded on Mars was not with your crush, but with your boyfriend.
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there are so many the Martian aus and I am slurping the shit out of all of them. why. why are there so many. especially shippy ones. it is quite literally about a dude surviving on his own and yet people are like 'yk what that's what my blorbo is doing and my other blorbo only reunites with him at the very end oops I abandoned this so they never actually meet'. and then they make you cry. I love these aus so much.
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ophidion · 1 year
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mayday
the martian au
Fandom: Star Wars Fanfiction Pairing: Rey / Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Rating: E Chapter: 1 of 1 Word Count: 4,472
mayday [noun] - used as a distress call in international radio-telephone communications
may day [noun] - an ancient festival most commonly associated with pagan fertility rights
For the first time since Adam and Eve, Commander Ben Solo and Dr. Rey Niima are the only man and woman to be alone on an entire planet.
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nerdpoe · 1 day
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A Favor for a Gift
Danny's new to the superhero scene, and he gets on rather well with Martian Manhunter.
He decides to give J'onn a gift, because he came across J'onn in a melancholy mood, and the Martian explained that he was homesick. Danny learned a lot about Mars and Martian culture, after telling him that he could vent to Danny if he wanted, and wants to do a little something to help J'onn out.
He goes to the Zone, searching for Martian ghosts to talk with. He finds Ghostwriter. Or rather, Ghostwriter finds him.
He proposes a deal.
He'll let Danny have two very old, very rare Martian books; but in exchange, Danny owes him. Big Time.
Danny....asks what the favor would be, cuz he's not about to agree to that without knowing what he's agreeing to.
Ghostwriter needs Danny to go enter into a Ghost Fighting Competition, the biggest in the Zone, because the prize is a book that not only does Ghostwriter not have, but the only copy of it's kind ever.
Danny agrees; he kicks ghost ass all the time, a fighting competition shouldn't be a problem. Pff. He'll be fine.
Okay he's a little nervous.
He pushes it down.
He gets one of the books early, as trade for even entering the competition in the first place, and rushes to give it to J'onn.
He's trying to psych himself up for the fight, but his intrusive thoughts keep making him remember the fights he's lost. He's just not good with stage fright! Fighting as a hero is one thing, but fighting in a competition is nervewracking!
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J'onn, getting a surface read of Phantom's mind, is concerned.
Due to Phantom being dead, not all of his thoughts are...legible. J'onn only gets flashes here or there, maybe emotions.
J'onn just got a flash of a coliseum, with stands filled to the brim, and another flash of Phantom losing in a fight.
Phantom is nervous.
Phantom, who's powers are so strong he can fight on equal footing with Superman, is nervous.
It is not the normal anxiety he can feel from the young ghost, it is something else.
Phantom tells him that he knows where another book is, he just needs to win it.
J'onn has heard of how Vicious Infinite Realms Ghosts can be, and it is reasonable to assume that Phantom being nervous is a direct result of a fight he knows he can't win.
A fight he's going to try to win anyways. For the sake of a book.
Phantom is worth more than a simple book.
Phantom disappears before J'onn can request that he not do that, leaving the Martian standing there with a book older than he is, with the knowledge that one of his friends is about to face...something. Some sort of danger.
And all J'onn can do is wait.
Naturally, he refuses to do that and calls the JLD to track down Phantom.
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panevanbuckley · 4 months
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soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought
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dzasta15 · 7 months
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spy au spy au spy au
i will not let a character design of bruce wayne be without his batman Creature form. it's required
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halfghostwriter · 1 year
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When a true baby ghost is born— a ghost not born of dying, but rather through the desire of another ghost— they are little more than a core with wispy ectoplasm emanating from them for about a month. During said month, they take on influence from their surroundings in order to figure out the form they’ll take, hence why so many young ghosts look like their parents.
Because they aren’t fully formed until a month after their birth, the parent or parents will take on a far more aggressive, primal form in order to protect their child. The parent’s form will become incredibly monstrous, and their size will increase, with triple their normal size being most common among parents. Their mental state also becomes incredibly instinctual, higher intelligence temporarily being replaced by aggression towards anyone the ghost doesn’t consider family. They stay in this state until the baby is fully formed.
Of course, Danny “don’t worry about it” Phantom forgets to add this bit of trivia to his explanation to his fellow heroes as to why he was taking paternity leave. In his defense, he didn’t expect them to visit during that month.
And he definitely didn’t expect his brooding brain to latch onto most everyone who visited as “part of his brood.”
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puppetmaster13u · 9 months
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DTC Au
Okay so y’know the Divine Twitch Chat Aus with Billy? Where Billy can hear the voices of the Gods in his head? Hear me out.
So Martian Manhunter can create psychic links between Justice League members, or anyone really. So, does that mean if/when Marvel is connected to it suddenly everyone also connected can hear the six other voices trying to egg him on? Do they also hear the Mediterranean Magic Men? Do they hear both Marvel and Billy? 
Are they utterly befuddled and concerned about this? Like the captain is pretty chill and just, this is what he has to deal with 24/7??
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milflewis · 1 year
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martian au + voice 🧡
“Talk to me?”
Bono’s laugh is low and tinny through the small speakers in the Rover and Lewis closes his eyes, head falling back, exhaling.
“About what?”
Lewis hums, tucking his hands into his spacesuit for warmth. His brain feels slow and toffee sticky, the thoughts stretching long and wide before snapping into focus. He hasn’t been sleeping much. He had disabled the internal heating a few days ago in order to save his battery and Mars is fucking cold. “I don’t know, man, anything, guess I just want to hear your voice.”
There’s a long moment of silence, Lewis drifting with it, before, “Okay, okay, well, uh, let me think, I watched this movie the other day? Just came out and while it wasn’t bad, it’s wasn’t that good either and —“
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barneswilsonrogers · 6 months
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👨🏻‍🚀👨🏿‍🚀 SAMBUCKY SPACE AU (inspired by The Martian (2015) and If You Were The Last (2023) 🚀🌍
☆ Botanist Sam Wilson and flight surgeon Bucky Barnes spent eleven months working at Johnson Space Centre before being selected for the Ares III Mission.
The mission has gone very wrong. Their ship is broken, and now they drift between Jupiter and Saturn, finding ways to pass the time as they become more certain that no one is coming to save them. So, they're left with each other, their undeniable sparks, and the universe's most remote date night ☆ Read it on AO3
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jesncin · 8 months
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J'onn and Ma'alefa'ak land on Earth and meet Dr. Saul Erdel and his daughter Melissa. While J'onn can quickly learn languages through telepathy, Ma'al learns english and ASL (+ BASL) from scratch. I like the idea of the martians' finding a home in the Black community, and having their reference point for humanity to come from a Black family. The brothers eventually move out to live in their own apartment, but they keep in touch with the Erdels :)
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chrysanthemum9484 · 8 months
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Oh dear... Here comes the angst.
Danny after being captured by his parents out of fear doesn't reveal to them that he is a halfa.
And naturally they kept insulting him. 'It', scum and spook slowly turning into monster and abomination.
People react only two ways to being called a monster. They either rise above and become successful in life and carry the memory of the insults in the form of mental scars. Or they become a monster themselves.
And Danny? Poor sweet Danny? He was called a monster so many times that while half delirious from the torture he though 'Oh. I am... A monster?... I am a monster.'.
But he isn't. Not really. Which is why his mind just... Shut off. Like a powering down a computer.
And his body distorted, his Eldritch form coming out for the first time ever. All because his consciousness took a nap along with his subconsciousness leaving behind only instincts.
Those instincts marked Jack and Maddie as dangerous and so he fought back, leaving them mangled before leaving for the Infinite Realms.
From there he somehow ended up in the DC universe.
And some civilians saw him and ran, scared from the Eldritch entity which popped up out of the blue. And then a foolish hero proceeded to attack.
Which leads us to the current scene. Various JL members on site, trying to defeat Danny to no avail and Danny simply fighting back just enough to not kill anyone.
It was Martian Manhunter who noticed Danny's state of mind. It was Martian Manhunter who called to Danny's consciousness and subconsciousness.
And it was a success. The instincts took their designated backseat and Danny's for changed to that of a teen who clearly has been vivisected.
But all of that did leave it's mark. Danny grappled with thinking he was a monster for months. It was Batman who first managed to shake those thoughts thanks to grappling with Jason's own struggles, doing his best to help his son.
It was just some simple words. "I don't think a monster would have the capacity to look at the stars with as much awe as you." Batman didn't say them on purpose too, the words leaving his lips before he was even aware that he thought them.
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lovesick-joey · 3 months
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justice league... warrior cats... *I whisper into your ear before collapsing to the ground*
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penaltyboxboxbox · 11 months
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rbr seb (and mark) hockey au.....
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