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Help, I think I like an alien? And she's a girl. - Crackship pairing for Elio 2025
I watched Elio for the first time yesterday, and immediately started writing this in my notes app. I can't believe that this is what pulled me out of writer's block.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71529761
After returning to earth, Olga thought that it would be the last sheâd see of the Communiverse. However, Elio has been invited back more times than she can count. Glordon misses him frequently, so sheâs sure thatâs part of the reason- but itâs also probably to do with the fact her nephew actually makes a pretty good ambassador. Not that sheâd ever admit that. Whilst she never wants to intrude, Olga will admit that she does keep her fingers and toes crossed for an invite to tag along.
While aliens donât necessarily follow the same eating patterns as humans do, they are known to host their own takes on dinner parties. The drinks they serve arenât specific enough to determine if theyâre alcoholic or not, so Olga just tells herself that theyâre probably fine.
Sheâs standing at a balcony, overlooking the cosmos. With certainty, Olga can say that not many other people have ever held a drink whilst gazing out at the glistening stars and galaxies beyond.
âYour son has quite the knack for conflict resolution, donât you think?â
The sudden voice causes her to nearly spill the intergalactic drink all over herself. A pink tendril shoots out to grab the glass.
âSorry- I didnât mean to startle you- Oohglah?â
She turns her head, locking eyes with the impressive sight of Questa. The pink 15-foot-tall leafy sea dragon.
âOlga- and, itâs fine.â Sheâd shake her head as a shy laugh escapes from between her lips. Questaâs mouthâŚ? Frills up into a smile shape. Sheâs pleased.
âEscaping the party?â
Olga would sigh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she properly turned to face the alien. Her back resting against the balcony.
âMore or less, how about you?â
Questaâs eyes glimmer for a moment, with a small courtesy nod. âIndeed, although itâs nice to speak with you one-on-oneâ
Okay, thereâs another thing Olga wonât admit to anyone. Mainly because she feels that thereâs no real way to bring it up, or explain it in a way that doesnât paint her as a massive weirdo. Ever since she first met Questa, sheâs felt- different. Not different like sheâs got an alien parasite stowed away inside her, or that her memories have been tampered with. Different in the sense that sheâs found herself gazing up at the stars more than she used to. Tuning frequencies on satellites in the hopes sheâll get to hear that soothing voice one more time.
âI- agree. Itâs like I never get a chance to speak to you without the other ambassadors around,â Olga replies with a nervous smile. Hoping that her choice of clothing isnât too ridiculous. The event she and Elio were invited to was supposedly a very important one, so she decided to go with a pink dress. Shimmering like the stars blinking behind her.
Questa hums, floating over to hover beside Olga âWell- lucky for us. They arenât right nowâ
In space, sound shouldnât travel at all. Yet Olga finds herself thankful that here in the communiverse- it does. âHe isnât my son, you knowâ
Questsa blinks, her head tilting to the side. âHe.. isnât?â
âNo, Elio is my nephew.â
Thereâs a beat, something drifts between the two of them. Maybe a gust of space wind, or a silent understanding.
âI- see. Then, in that case- I commend you for your efforts. It mustnât be easy to take on a child who was not yours to begin withâ
Questa hopes the comment doesnât come off as insensitive, but after meeting Olga all those months ago- all she had wanted to do was make a good impression, and good conversation.
Olga takes a breath, her nails tapping against the glass. âTo be honest, it hasnât been. But- itâs getting easier with each day. Weâre learning, the both of us areâ
The pink sea dragonâs eyes roam over the womanâs form. Her skin, her hair, the earrings she had chosen to wear tonight. A soft purr rumbles in her chest. When youâre surrounded by the ever-expansive beauty of space, youâd think you would have seen all the beauty the universe has to offer. Yet, Questa finds herself realising that she hadnât, not until now.
Olga is tense, stressed- always simmering with something below the surface. Questsa imagines herself gently placing her tendrils on either side of the womanâs head, and taking her time to explore the inside of her mind. What makes her tick. Sheâs desperate to know everything about this human.
âI see, well- it must be a thrill to take it day by day. To learn about one another?â
âOh- it definitely is. I mean, how many people can say theyâve been invited to the communiverse for a bite to eat?â
The two women exchange a laugh, Olgaâs eyes watching Elio and Gordon play inside. Questa keeps her eyes on Olga. Subconsciously floating closer.
âNot many can, although Iâm glad that youâre one of the few who can.â
Aliens donât share the same customs as humans, and sheâs sure the communidisc devices donât work as accurately as they could. Olga doesnât want to assume that the alien is flirting with her, but she canât help but hope she is.
The two of them spend hours chatting away, drink after drink. Itâs been a while since Olga has had the chance to unwind like this; work is a lot. Especially since thereâs been chatter about her getting a promotion of sorts. To do with actually getting a chance to be an astronaut as opposed to telling astronauts about incoming space debris. This is the most talking sheâs done in a while that wasnât entirely work-related. This is one of the most enjoyable nights sheâs had in a while, period.
That goes the same for Questa, surprisingly, learning about someone through conversation rather than getting the answers straight from their brain was- fun?
It wasnât as tedious as she thought it would be. In fact, she was taking a liking to the back and forth between herself and Olga. Sheâd ask a question, and Olga would reply. Then the other woman would ask her a question, and sheâd give an answer in return. Theyâd walk around the communiverse, well- Olga would. Questa would float beside her slowly. Itâs a lot slower than sheâs used to, but she doesnât mind the change in pace.
âDo you float when you sleep? Or?â
Questa shifts slightly, her own gravity shifting to accommodate for the change in movement. Floating on her side instead, like a mantaray gliding past the glass wall of an aquarium. âTypically, no, we can lay on the floor. However, I donât find it to be all that hygienic. So I do wake up tired.â
The Hispanic woman nods slowly, eyeing the pink alien curiously. âSo, it takes energy to stay afloat then?â
Questaâs eyes squint slightly as her frills squish upward to form a smile âYouâd get tired from standing or walking all day, would you not?â
Olga nods, pivoting on her ankle as she comes to a stop.
âI guess I would, I mean- this is the first time Iâve worn high heels in years and my feet are killing meâ
The sea dragon pulls itself back into an upright position, eyes flickering over Olga with concern. âYour feet are killing you?â
Olga laughs, shaking her head. âI didnât mean that in a literal sense. They just- hurt. Thatâs all.â
Questa lets out a sigh of relief, her large wing gesturing towards the shoes. âI was wondering why you had chosen to wear those, typically your shoes are- flatter.â
She had told Elio that she had chosen to wear heels because typically, that is what one would wear to a formal event. This was not the case. All of the aliens in the communiverse come in different shapes and sizes. How do you stand out when youâre already one of the smallest and least brightly coloured ones there? While she might not be bright blue in colour or have dozens of legs. Olga can wear a nice dress, spice up her makeup and throw on some heels that have been collecting dust in the back of her wardrobe.
Olga clears her throat, hoping that she can lie well enough to an alien who can read minds. âJust wanted to feel tall, they go with the dress too.â
âFeel- tall? Why would you want to do that?â
Olga looks away, shrugging nervously.
âOh- I- donât know, it just- feels nice? To be tall.â
Questa floats closer, her chest almost touching Olgaâs.
âIs this because of Grigon? You know heâs only going on about how tall and powerful he is because he is actually quite small- and unimpressiveâ
Questa whispers that last part, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She doesnât talk like this usually, but she finds herself more open to doing so with Elioâs aunt.
âNo- no. It has zero to do with Lord Grigon, I can assure you.â Olga reassures, pressing her hand to her chest as she nods sincerely.
Questaâs fin gently reaches out to rest on Olgaâs shoulder. âGood, because I quite like how small you are.â
They both blink at the sudden admission. Olga feels her cheeks tint pink like the sea dragon before her. Questa glances away and clears her throat. She shakes herself as her wings shimmer.
âUhm- thank you? I- like how⌠big you are?â Olga replies awkwardly, hoping that giving a compliment in return relieves some of the tension.
The compliment doesnât go unnoticed, as Questa turns to look back at Olga with some gusto.
âYou do? I personally find my size to be a hassleâ
âA hassle? With all of this.. space?â
The Air Force major cringes at the terrible joke. However, Questa doesnât seem to mind; in fact, she finds the statement humorous.
âI look quite intimidating to other lifeforms when I meet them for the first time- and I suppose my eagerness does not ease their worries.â She admits, opening her fins up- showing off her full wingspan. It is quite daunting; she could wrap Olga up whole. That doesnât sound too awful, though.
Olga hums in acknowledgement, âPeople think Iâm going to be mean and scary, purely because Iâm in a position of power within the Air Forceâ
The pink alien frowns softly at that, âWhat an unfair judgment, I prefer to let people show me who they are before I decide what theyâre like.â
Solis makes a face, smirking softly. âReally? Elio told me that you had tried to read his mind within the first five seconds of meeting himâ
The leader of Gomâs tail flutters slightly, and the tendrils above her eyes glow a deep pink.
âIn my defence, I was enthralled to meet such a unique species like yourself. Your brains are fascinating.â
âI have no doubt that yours is too, Ambassador Questaâ Olga smiles softly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. This subtle movement doesnât go unnoticed by the alien leader.
âIs it your feet?â
Olga blinks, âWhat?âÂ
Questa waves her fin towards the high heels. âIf standing is painful in those, Iâm more than happy to accommodate your needs.â
The woman would screw her face up as she feels her stomach flip, âNeeds? What needs? I can assure you that I can manage-â
Before she can reply, Questa lowers herself so that Solis can climb aboard her back.
âPlease, allow meâ
Olga wants to protest, but her wobbly legs would prove otherwise. She carefully slides onto the dragon's back, her legs on either side like sheâs sat upon a horse.
âIs- this okay?â Solis would murmur carefully, her hands hesitantly roaming along Questaâs flesh. Feeling how soft it is.
âOf course it is, and please- just call me Questa.â The pink alien would reply earnestly, her tail flicking side to side as she tries to conceal how much she enjoys the cautious touches sheâs receiving.
When the time comes for them to leave, Olga slides down and off Questaâs back. Making their rounds of the communiverse to say goodbye. The leader of Gom has to pretend that she doesnât immediately miss the feeling of Olga hugging her like a small creature would to its mother.
When they come face to face again, Olga is grateful for the wholesome misunderstanding between Elio and the aliens. Theyâve all been led to believe the traditional way to say goodbye is with an âI love youâ at the end. Harmless and endearing.
Olgaâs eyes flit to the floor momentarily before looking into the 15-foot-tall alien dragonâs eyes. Trying to ignore how mesmerising they are.
âThank you for allowing me to join you tonight, Questa. I enjoyed talking with you one-on-one for once.â
Questa nods her head politely in acknowledgement.
âThank you for joining us. I enjoyed getting the chance to speak with you as well. Hopefully, we can do this again soon, Olgaâ
The words warm the Majorâs chest, filling it with a glow that makes her feel like sheâs turned off gravity with her communidisc.
âGoodbye, Questaâ she breathes out, a smile plastering itself upon her face.
There's a beat as the pink dragon straightens her posture. Tilting her head down, a soft smile adorns her features.Â
âGoodbye, Olga, I love you.â
Despite the innocent misunderstanding, Olga canât help but hope that Questa really means it.
âI love youâ, she echoes back softly, nodding as she and Elio turn away to enter the portal that returns them home to Earth.
Sorry to ask, but I was wondering.. what kind of possible dynamic do you see happening between Questa and Glordon from the âBlood Emperor And Iâ fanfic youâre writing about? Would they have an adorable âmother-sonâ or âteacher-studentâ type of relationship? And what would Grigonâs comical reaction be to the potential shenanigans theyâd come up with while sheâs babysitting his tender-hearted son? Would her alternate albeit âsofterâ (or more endearingly nurturing) parenting style either intrigue, conflict, or personally encourage him to also be more emotionally engaging too? (Especially since heâs still grief-stricken because of Asthraâs unanticipated passing?)
And what kind of character dynamic or heartwarming friendship would Grigon and Questa have while âraisingâ him together? Would her genuine understanding of his feelings perplex him after realizing he isnât a monster without an heart? And how would their unique personalities and cultures that interestingly differ from each other affect their future interactions as friends?
Sorry for all the millions of questions, Iâve just been busy thinking about all the heartfelt possibilities of them as friends (or maybe a family?) who learn to truly understand and care for one another with compassion lmao XD
To clarify, I'm not vying for a romance here, especially since in the past timeline, Questa is the equivalent of sixteen years old.
Overall, I imagine their dynamic being mostly a co-parental one with a mix of beauty and the beast. Questa is understandably afraid of Grigon at first, while Grigon doesn't think much of her, but things change when they start spending more time together because of Glordon. They grow to care for one another, but Questa is the only one who openly shows it, whereas Grigon is much more subtle and cynical about it.
Of course, they do have disagreements. Questa can't understand why Grigon is (seemingly) so cold toward his own son, or why he hasn't told Glordon about Asthra's death, and having a bit of savior complex, she feels she must help them both reconnect. On the other hand, Grigon sees this unsolicited 'help' as Questa sticking her fronds into his business, and considers her naive for thinking everything can be solved with kind words. In short, Questa is idealistic and Grigon is realist, which leads them to clash constantly.
When it comes to Glordon, their dynamic is 'doting parent, stern parent'âkinda like Asthra and Grigon before the former's death, though Questa is more of a big sister figure to Glordon. However, just like with Asthra, Glordon is more willing to open up with Questa not only because she's more affectionate, but because she listens. When he expresses himself, she doesn't scold or give a sermon, she just listens. Grigon, being the stern parent and a no-nonsense person in general, is irritated by funny shenanigans that might come up.
In the events of the movie, Grigon feels betrayed by Questa twice: the first was when she didn't speak up for him during his audience, even though she knew him and had seen his demons; and the second when she pushed Elio, the one who kidnapped Glordon, through the portal to save him(Elio) from him. Questa feels guilty about the first one, but in the second the had a very good reason, as Elio is a child and she was afraid Grigon would actually hurt him. She has seen him kill people for less.