queen of constellations

ABOUT

- Casual LADS player and obsessive writer

- Rafayel main but fond of all the guys

- Aroace and that Does affect what I write

- Currently very into non!MC reader fics & exploring various relationships (platonic, romantic, etc.)

- I don't have a taglist bc I prefer just throwing my fics into the void and leaving it up to fate

- REQUESTS CLOSED (for now)

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A Letter to All

Players Dear Miss Hunters,

We sincerely apologize for reaching out once again. Over the past several days, our team has been closely following your conversations and feedback across all platforms. For the issues that have surfaced since the announcement of Version 6.0—and the frustration these have caused our community—we want to clearly state: we are sorry.

As we've expressed before, our vision for Love and Deepspace has always been to build a world that grows alongside you—one that offers a richer, deeper sense of companionship over time.

As various issues have arisen in recent days, we have moved quickly to make the necessary adjustments. After reflecting on recent events, we recognize that we moved forward with the introduction of Valko before we were truly ready. In doing so, we let down the players who have supported us from the start, and we also fell short of delivering the experience that players anticipating Valko deserved. After extensive internal discussions, we have decided to make the following changes:

1. We have decided to cancel both the launch and any further development of the new love interest. We also commit that no additional love interests will be introduced in future content plans.

2. All other in-game systems and features originally scheduled for Version 6.0—including Home 2.0 and AR Photobooth—as well as the limited-time Selectable 5-Star Memory Rate-Up Event, will proceed as planned. The outfits, photo poses and scenes, and the Nighthush Box (the second-anniversary 4-Star Memory Selection Crate) originally planned as rewards for the Hunt in Linkon event will instead be sent to all players for free via in-game mail after the version update.

3. Going forward, the entire team will focus on further developing the stories and long-term companionship experiences of our five existing love interests, while ensuring a stable pace of Main Story production and updates. Rafayel's new Solar-Slot Memories and Companion will be revealed in July. Farspace Colonel Caleb and Onychinus Leader Sylus will also return in their Main Story branches in September and November, respectively. By participating in the relevant events, players will be able to obtain the corresponding 5-Star Main Story Branch Memories for free. We will continue to devote all our care and effort to bringing you richer stories and game experiences.

4. Beginning today and continuing for 30 days, players who log in each day will receive one Deepspace Wish via in-game mail. Each mail will remain claimable for three days, for a total of 30 Deepspace Wishes. We hope this can offer some compensation for the disappointment and disruption caused by these adjustments.

To our community: once again, we apologize. Because of our actions, the joy you should have found in Linkon City became a source of distress, and the feelings you hold most dear were hurt. We are deeply sorry for the hurt and disappointment we have caused.

Love and Deepspace has always been about sharing love with you and protecting the love we all hold dear. That purpose has never wavered. Every step forward taken by the love interests and Linkon City—from its beginnings to where it stands today—has been shaped by your feedback, your passion, and your trust. It is your presence, care, and companionship that give this world its meaning, and us the strength and direction to move forward.

Over the past two and a half years, we've shared moments of joy and gratitude, as well as challenges and difficult times. Through every late night devoted to making this world better, it has been the moments you've shared in Linkon City—and the love and passion behind them—that have kept us going. We hope to continue walking this road with you, building a world where love can take root, grow, and bloom.

Going forward, we will work harder, listen more carefully, and do our utmost to honor the trust you have placed in us. We will stay focused on delivering the experience you deserve—one filled with love where every moment in Linkon City can once again become a joyful and treasured memory.

Linkon City will always be here for you.

Thank you—for your trust, your honest feedback and encouragement, and for being with us every step of the way. Your companionship has helped light the path ahead, and your faith in us has given meaning to every effort we make. Thank you for your love throughout this journey. It gives us the courage to keep moving forward. We hope to repay that love with even more and even better content in the days to come.

"Huh? We can both change in here. We're both guys, there's nothing to be shy about." There's a teasing lilt to his voice that makes your stomach twist with nerves. He's not flirting with you, no way, he's already got a cute girlfriend, but this sort of thing is way out of your league. Hell, you took yoga for three years just to avoid having to take regular P.E. and suffer through the boy's locker room once a day. 

But you can't let Caleb know that, so you have to play cool.

"Alright, if you say so." Your voice comes out even, thankfully, and you fix your eyes on your bag so you don't get an eyeful of Caleb's--yeah.

The newly purchased swim trunks you got, a simple gray with a little shark logo near the hem of your right leg, is a little loose around your waist, but the drawstrings help fix that problem. It feels strange to be shirtless, so you pull out a light crocheted button down, a gift from a friend you made in the photography club, just to have something covering your shoulders. You keep it unbuttoned, since it's coming off once you're ready to swim anyways, but it helps settle your nerves. 

"All good to go?" Caleb asks, far too close.

When you look, he's right behind you. He gives you a very obvious up-down, eyes skating across your body, and reaches out to tug at the waistband of your swim trunks. "Plain? Man, you should have taken me shopping with you. I'd have gotten you all the fun ones. Or a neon yellow speedo."

"I would actually kill you if you tried to get me that."

Caleb laughs. "I'd let you try. But you didn't answer me. You good to go?"

"Yeah."

"Wrong."

You blink. "Huh?"

He holds up a bottle and waves it lightly. "Sunscreen. I'm not letting anyone out of this house until they're protected from UV rays."

"We're going swimming, it's going to wash off anyway."

"And that is why I brought waterproof sunscreen! SPF 50 and doesn't leave a white cast. Come here, I'll put it on you."

"I can do it myself," you try, but it's too late. Caleb's already squirting an intimidating amount of sunscreen onto his hand. 

"Shirt off," he commands, "I need to get your back."

Sighing, you comply, shrugging it off and turning around so he can protect your back from the deadly sun. His hands are large and warm as they rub sunscreen onto your back, moving in slow circles. He starts up high, at your shoulders, then gradually moves down. It feels good and you can help but shiver when his hands dip lower, coming to rest on your waist. 

He leaves his hands there and you're suddenly all too aware of how little space is between you two, how loud your heart is. Can he hear it? Can he hear what he's doing to you? 

His breath is warm against the nape of your neck. His hands heavy on your hips.

He has a girlfriend, you tell yourself sternly. She's a only wall away. He has a girlfriend that he cherishes more than anything. My mind is just making things up. Misreading things. This isn't happening.

"Want me to get the front too?" Caleb asks, voice low and dangerous. 

You should say no. But you're weak and you'll take what you can get, so you nod, too afraid to speak out loud and ruin the moment. 

He spins you around and suddenly he's right in front of you, purple eyes dark and half-lidded as he stares down at you. His head comes down, forehead resting lightly against yours. It's too much. You squeeze your eyes shut and try not to move as Caleb laughs lightly. You hear the click of the sunscreen bottle being uncapped, and shiver again as you feel how cold it is against your chest, not carefully warmed up by his hands. 

Caleb takes his time, dragging his palm down your chest, across your ribs, fingers brushing teasingly over your nipples. This is so not okay but you can't stop him. You don't want this moment to end. 

Another click of the sunscreen bottle, and his hand gently covers your neck, then moves up to tenderly rub sunscreen onto your face. The air shifts from electric and heavy to something softer. You can't help but lick your lips when his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth. Your tongue flicks against his finger, and then you scrunch up your face in disgust because sunscreen is not made to taste good.

Caleb laughs and the moment shatters and settles back into familiar, friendly territory. He steps back and you finally open your eyes. 

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Silence holds over the party until lunch.

The guilt of doing nothing eats at you until you insist on helping prepare the food and are pulled into conversation with the other soldiers around the magic fire. It's almost like a portable stove and you watch as the flame is manipulated easily to cook the fish they gathered from a nearby river.

Your own magic is too weak to do even that. At least, that was the case many years ago when you last tried using it. You're not sure if you still even have magic after going so long ignoring it.

"I didn't think you'd be able to handle a knife so well," one of the soldiers on cooking duty with you says. His name was… Corind, you think.

"I was a restless child and my parents didn't want me bothering them. I spent a lot of time in the kitchens bothering the cooks until they gave me something to do," you lie, carefully using a small blade to peel the skin of a potato. The truth is that you lived alone and did your own cooking in your previous life, and you were pretty damn good at it. Some days, you wake up craving some of the meals you once made and lament over the fact that you'll never find those flavors in this world.

Oh, the things you would do to have another iced honey matcha latte…

"They were fine with you doing that? I thought nobles were… you know."

You can't help but snort. "They are, yeah. And my parents didn't know, which is why I didn't get in trouble for it. And neither did the cooks."

"No offense, but I thought for sure you'd be difficult to deal with." Corind winces and hastily tries to explain, "I mean, this is a lot! Anyone would be stressed and lashing out about it! Married, forced to go to a new place, traveling without your new husband? We'd get it if you were upset, you know."

What a kind lie. You know they very much would not get it. They'd just think you're a spoiled bitch.

Maybe that was the truth of the novel. The nameless, forgotten woman forced to marry Sylus was terrible. No one could bring themselves to love her and so she was left abandoned until she faded away from the story entirely and left Sylus free to pursue the princess.

"You suck at this," Jakob, the other soldier on cooking duty, says. "Have you never spoken to a woman before in your life?"

"Shut your mouth, you're being rude in the presence of our new empress."

"Please pretend I'm not your new empress," you all but beg. "I'm no one special, I promise. Just treat me like everyone else, at least until we reach the empire. I'd like to be a person a little longer before I have to be a title."

They both fall silence for a long minute, then Corind scrunches up his nose and says, "That's really sad."

"…Sorry?" you try, unsure of how to respond.

Jakob reaches over and smacks Corind's arm. "Ignore him, he loves to shove his foot into his mouth. But it is a difficult situation, and if that's what you want, then I don't mind."

"Yeah, same here!" Corind hurries to agree. "We'll definitely treat you like a person!"

"Are you implying something about the rest of us?" Haviram asks from behind you, making all three of you jump.

Corind immediately splutters and clumsily tries to explain himself while Jakob puts his head down and focuses solely on the fish being cooked. You follow his lead and peel your bowl of potatoes, cutting them into small pieces and dropping them into a different pot to be cooked after the fish.

To his credit, Haviram does let Corind attempt to salvage the situation for a few minutes before he cuts him off with a sigh. "Just go back to maintaining the fire. Empress, I apologize if we have treated you in any way that has upset you."

"No, no, you've all been very polite. There's nothing to worry about. It's my own selfish wishes that are making things difficult, I apologize."

"Selfish wishes? I highly doubt they are, but I'd like to hear what these wishes are anyway."

"Ah." You flush slightly, lowering you hands as you look up at him. Only for a moment, though, before he kneels next to you so you don't have to crane your head back so much. "I will be officially coronated as Empress when we arrive at the palace. I will do my best with my duties, but I will only be the Empress then. While we are still traveling, I'd like if I could just be treated as a person rather than a title… That's all."

Haviram considers your words, then nods. "Understood."

And then he walks away and leaves you there, confused. Conversation over, you suppose?

"I'm not really sure what he understood," you confess to Jakob and Corind.

"Neither did I!" Corind says brightly. "Hey, want first serving of lunch? You earned it by helping out without complaining."