Finally finished this silly little comic!
I kept wondering whether Dek could dance… or if he’d even get what dancing is, even after that Dimitrius blooper scene.
Warnings: Forced marriage, Non-consensual relationship (past), Mention of Domestic abuse, Physical violence, Blood and injury
Summary: He finds you in a cave, injured and bleeding. His kindness saves you, and his respect made you free.
The jungle was alive, yet suffocating.
Rain had fallen the night before, leaving the ground damp, the air thick and heavy.
You pressed yourself against the cold stone of the small cave, trying to quiet your shaking body. Pain radiated from your side in sharp waves, each breath forcing you to wince.
Blood had soaked your tunic, sticky and warm against your skin.
Every movement sent a jolt of agony through your ribs, a reminder of how close you had come to death.
You had run as far as you could, but the forest was endless.
The shadows of the tall trees seemed to reach for you, and the rustling of leaves felt like whispers of danger.
Your heart beat erratically, your ears straining for any sound that might give away your hiding place. You did not know if the danger was hunting you or passing, but every instinct screamed that you were not safe.
And then you smelled it.
Metal, blood, and something else, something familiar yet alien.
It was the scent of another Yautja. You froze.
The sound of heavy footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. You could feel it before you saw it, the shadow that fell over the entrance of the cave, the presence so large it made your chest tighten.
He stepped into view, tall, armoured, imposing, yet moving with a careful grace.
You knew him by sight, even if you had never met him, Kwei. His reputation preceded him. He is skilled, feared, and respected, but something in his eyes suggested more.
He stopped at the edge of the cave. His head tilted slightly, scanning the cave, your body, the blood you had left behind.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
Somehow, even before he spoke, you felt he was not here to harm you.
“You are hurt,” he said, his voice low and measured.
Not a threat. Not a command. Just observation.
Your throat tightened, your lips trembling.
“I… speak your language,” you whispered, unsure if he would even respond.
For a heartbeat, he froze. Then his head tilted, eyes narrowing.
“You speak?”
“Yes. Please… I need help.”
He did not move closer immediately. Instead, he crouched carefully, studying you. His presence was massive, but he did not crowd you.
“Show me your wound,” he said.
Trembling, you lifted the side of your tunic. The gash along your ribs was deep and raw, the edges angry and red.
Kwei pulled a cloth from his pack. He cleaned the wound gently, muttering words in his language under his breath. His hands were precise and gentle.
Pain spiked as he worked, and you hissed softly.
He adjusted his grip, careful to avoid further injury.
“You survived this?” he asked quietly, almost to himself.
You nodded, unable to speak.
“I… didn’t want to die here,” you whispered, the words breaking with the effort.
A low hum came from him, almost a sound of understanding. He reached into his pack again, this time producing a small bundle of food.
You were startled by the care in his actions. You accepted the food, and he watched as you ate, ensuring that nothing else was overlooked.
Hours passed in silence, except for the sounds of the jungle outside the cave and the occasional crackle of his movements as he made adjustments to keep you comfortable.
You dared to close your eyes for a brief rest, trusting, just a little, that he would not leave.
When night fell, Kwei did not leave. He arranged a blanket around you, carefully wrapping you in warmth where the cold stone pressed against your skin.
He sat at the entrance of the cave.
You drifted into a restless sleep, muscles aching, but for the first time in a long while, you felt the faintest flicker of safety.
Morning came with mist and the sounds of the jungle waking.
You were stronger, able to move more freely, but every step still reminded you of the pain you carried.
He examined you briefly, his eyes scanning for signs of infection or lingering injury.
“You should not stay here. A storm is coming. Come with me.”
Fear filled your chest.
This was a Yautja, after all, and despite the care he had shown, he could be dangerous.
Yet you trusted him.
You followed him through the dense forest, stumbling over roots and rocks, but he kept you from falling. The journey was long, but you felt safer than you had in days.
Finally, you arrived at his home.
The structure was formidable, built from reinforced materials and stone. Fire burned in the centre of the main hall, smoke curling upward. Even with the warmth, the cold seeped into your bones. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering.
“You are cold, I will make it warmer.”
Over the next few days, he moved through the home with efficiency.
Fires were adjusted, rugs and furs added, furniture arranged with care. Even small gestures, the careful placement of food, the quiet observation of your movements, spoke volumes.
Slowly, the unfamiliar space began to feel less alien, more like a shelter, a place where you could rest.
Kwei’s brother visited one evening, nodding respectfully at you.
“You are welcome here,” he said.
The words were simple, but the warmth behind them settled in your chest. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of belonging.
Despite the safety of Kwei’s home, fear lingered in the back of your mind. You had learned to be cautious, to mistrust, to survive in a world that had never given you a chance.
But each day, as Kwei moved about the house, bringing food, tending to your injuries, and keeping watch, that fear began to soften.
You began to feel that perhaps you were allowed to rest, allowed to heal.
There was a subtle rhythm to life in Kwei’s home.
Meals were shared in silence. His eyes watched you, but in those moments when he spoke, his voice was soft.
“You are healing,” he would say. “That is good.”
And though words were few, the actions spoke louder than any phrase could.
By the end of the first week, you were moving more freely, and the pain along your side softened to a dull ache.
When you dared to look at Kwei’s face, you saw it, a depth of understanding, a hint of something unspoken, a recognition of the bond forming between you.
Trust had taken root. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to hope.
The storm came exactly as Kwei predicted.
The sky darkened long before the first thunder rolled. The air shifted, heavy and electric, pressing against your lungs as if the world itself was holding its breath. You stood near the entrance of Kwei’s home, watching the treetops sway violently in the rising wind.
“You should not stand there,” Kwei said from behind you.
Even after days under his roof, his size and quiet movement still caught you off guard.
He stepped closer, not touching you, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him.
“The storm will be strong,” he continued. “Come inside.”
You obeyed, though part of you remained drawn to the wildness outside. It felt familiar. Chaos had always been familiar.
Inside, the fire burned brighter than usual.
Kwei had added more fuel, stacked carefully in a way that suggested preparation. He had also added more furs to the sleeping area.
Thick ones. Softer ones.
For you.
You noticed these things.
At first, when he brought you here, the house felt cold. Not just in temperature, but in spirit. It was built for a warrior. Stone walls. Weapons displayed with precision and pride. It had not been meant for comfort.
But over the last several days, it had changed.
He had adjusted things without speaking of it. Moved sleeping furs closer to the fire. Placed water where you could reach it easily.
Small things.
“You do not have to change your home for me,” you said one evening, watching him secure another fur across the stone floor.
He did not look at you immediately.
“This is my home. If you are here, then it must suit you also.”
The words were simple, but they settled deep in your chest.
The storm broke fully that night. Rain lashed against the stone. Thunder shook the walls. The wind howled like something alive. You flinched at one particularly violent crack of lightning, instinctively curling inward.
Before you could speak, Kwei had moved.
He did not crowd you. He did not grab you. He simply moved closer.
Close enough that your shoulder brushed his arm.
The contact startled you more than the thunder had.
“You are safe,” he said.
The words were not dramatic. Not whispered with intensity. They were steady. Certain.
You realised then that you believed him.
The next days were different.
The storm forced both of you inside. Neither of you left the house. The world outside was a blur of rain and wind. Inside, there was only the crackle of fire and the rhythm of breathing.
You learned the shape of his silence.
Kwei was not a talkative male. But he watched. Always watched. Not in suspicion. In awareness.
When you struggled to lift a heavier water container, he took it without comment. When your side ached from stretching too far, he noticed the slight tightening of your jaw before you could hide it.
“You push too much,” he said one morning.
“I do not want to be weak,” you replied instinctively.
His gaze sharpened at that.
“Healing is not weakness.”
The firmness in his voice made you look at him.
“You survived. That is strength.”
No one had ever spoken to you like that before.
Not as something worthy.
When the storm passed, the clan began to move again.
You met more of them in the days that followed.
Some observed you with curiosity. Some with indifference. None with open hostility. That alone surprised you.
Kwei’s brother visited frequently. Dek was more talkative than Kwei, but there was a different warmth in his presence. He brought fresh meat one afternoon and handed it to you directly.
“For your recovery,” Dek said.
You hesitated before accepting it.
“You are under our protection. No one here will harm you.”
Protection.
The word felt fragile in your mind.
You had once been under someone’s protection before.
Or so you had been told.
"Thank you." you offered Dek a smile as he nodded and left.
---
It happened at dusk.
You were outside Kwei’s home, breathing in the cooler air, when the scream shattered the quiet.
Your name.
Loud. Violent. Furious.
Every muscle in your body locked.
You knew that voice.
You knew it the way prey knows the sound of its predator.
Nkai.
Your vision blurred. Your heartbeat roared in your ears. For a moment, you were not standing in Kwei’s clan.
You were somewhere else.
Smaller.
Younger.
Trapped.
The scream came again.
“She is mine!”
The clan responded immediately. The Warriors moved toward the outer boundary. Weapons ready.
Kwei stepped in front of you without hesitation.
“Inside,” he said quietly.
Your feet would not move.
Nkai emerged from the treeline moments later.
He looked the same.
Darker skin marked with older scars. Eyes wild. Jaw tense with barely restrained rage. His armour bore the marks of recent hunts, but his expression was not one of honour.
It was possession.
He scanned the clan, then found you.
“There you are,” he growled.
You physically recoiled.
“I followed your tracks. You thought you could run from me?”
Your hands began to shake.
Dek stepped forward.
“She is under our protection,” Dek said.
Nkai’s gaze snapped to him.
“She is my wife.”
The words felt like chains tightening around your throat.
A murmur passed through some of the clan members.
Nkai stepped closer to the boundary line.
“I claimed her when she came of age. By right, she belongs to me. Return her.”
Kwei’s body went rigid in front of you.
“You forced her,” Kwei said.
Nkai laughed, sharp and ugly.
“Force? She was given her place. That is how it works.”
“That is not how it works,” Kwei replied.
The tension between them was immediate and heavy.
Nkai’s eyes flicked back to you. “Come here.”
Your feet would not move.
“Come here,” he repeated, more dangerously.
You shook your head before you could stop yourself.
The reaction sent visible fury across his features.
Dek’s voice cut through the moment.
“You will not enter this clan territory.”
Nkai snarled.
“You would interfere in a marriage?”
Kwei stepped slightly forward.
“It is not marriage if it was taken.”
Nkai’s eyes narrowed.
“Careful. You speak boldly for someone coveting another male’s wife.”
The accusation hung in the air.
You felt heat rise to your face.
Kwei did not react.
“She is under protection. Leave.”
Nkai stared at him for several long seconds.
Then he smiled.
It was not pleasant.
“This is not finished. She is mine. I will return for what is mine.”
He looked at you one last time, a promise of control and punishment in his eyes.
Then he turned and disappeared back into the jungle.
Your knees gave out.
Kwei caught you before you hit the ground.
His grip was firm but careful.
“You are safe,” he said again.
But this time, your body did not believe it so easily as you cried in his arms.
That night, the fire felt smaller.
Dek remained in the house with you and Kwei. The atmosphere was different now. Heavier. Serious.
You sat with a bowl of food in your hands, but you had barely touched it.
Kwei noticed.
“Eat,” he said softly.
You forced yourself to swallow a bite.
Dek studied you carefully.
“Tell us,” he said. “Everything.”
The words trembled out of you at first.
"I was born on Yautja Prime. My mother was taken from Earth while pregnant. She died when I was still young. I grew up among warriors who trained me but never fully accepted me. I was useful. Never equal. I learned the language. The ways Yautja live and the weapons. But I was always reminded that I was not truly one of them."
“And how do you know the male?” Dek prompted.
You swallowed.
“Nkai chose me.”
Kwei’s jaw tightened.
“He claimed me publicly. Said it was his right.”
“Did you agree?” Dek asked.
“I was never asked.”
Silence filled the room.
“He said I would learn to accept it. That my resistance would fade. That it was an honour to be his.”
Your fingers tightened around the bowl.
“The day before I ran… he failed a hunt. He was angry, said I distracted him. I wasn't with him on the hunt. He... just blamed me for his own failure.”
You lifted your hand to your ribs unconsciously.
“That wound,” Kwei said quietly.
“He hurt me. Said if I ran again, he would break more than bones.”
The room felt very still.
“I do not want to go back, I would rather die in the jungle.”
Kwei’s eyes met yours. There was something there now. Not just empathy.
Something deeper.
“You will not return to him,” he said.
It was not a promise of comfort.
It was a statement of intent.
Dek gave a slow nod.
“He will come back.”
You knew that too.
Nkai was not the type to release what he considered his possession.
The fire crackled between you.
And for the first time since arriving here, you realised something else.
You were not shaking because of fear alone.
You were shaking because you did not want to leave.
Not this place.
Not this home.
Not Kwei.
So, that night, when Dek left, you turned to Kwei.
"He is brutal. I have seen him fight. He killed his own brother."
"Then he is not only not worthy of you as his... wife, but he is a disgrace of a Yautja."
"I'm afraid he would hurt you."
"I'm skilled."
"He fights dirty. Please... be careful."
"I will keep you safe. That is my promise to you." you were itching to hug him. As a tear left your eye, he moved closer, holding your hand in his. He lifted your hand and placed his forehead on the back of your hand.
A promise.
Sealed.
---
Nkai returned at sunrise.
There was no screaming this time.
No dramatic entrance.
The air changed before you even saw him. The clan felt it too. Warriors moved through the outer grounds, alert but composed. You stood near the entrance of Kwei’s home, your pulse already racing.
He stepped out from the treeline slowly, as if he owned the ground beneath his feet.
“I have come for my wife,” Nkai said.
The words were controlled now. Measured. But the possession in them had not changed.
Kwei stepped forward before anyone else could speak.
“You were told to leave,” he said calmly.
Nkai’s eyes flicked over him, assessing.
“You interfere in what does not concern you.”
“It concerns me,” Kwei replied.
Nkai’s lip curled slightly.
“Ah. So it is true. You want her.”
A murmur rippled faintly through a few of the clan members watching.
Kwei did not rise to it.
“You forced her. That is not marriage.”
Nkai laughed under his breath.
“You speak of tradition now? She was alone. Unclaimed. I chose her. That is enough.”
“No, it is not.”
Nkai’s gaze shifted past him to you.
“Come here,” he ordered.
But you did not move.
Your fingers tightened into fists at your sides, but your feet stayed planted.
Nkai’s expression darkened.
“She belongs to me. You cannot have her, Kwei. No matter how much you want her, she is mine.”
There it was.
The provocation.
The accusation.
The attempt to make this about desire instead of dishonour.
Kwei’s posture did not change.
“I do not fight because I want her, I fight because you took what was not given.”
Nkai’s eyes flashed.
“You think yourself righteous.”
“I think marriage requires consent.”
The word hung in the air.
Consent.
Several warriors shifted slightly at that.
Nkai’s jaw flexed.
“Careful. You challenge a bond.”
“I challenge force,” Kwei corrected.
Then Nkai stepped forward, dropping his weapons at his side in open challenge.
“If you wish to interfere, then fight me for her.”
The clan stilled completely.
Kwei removed his outer blade slowly.
“If I win, she is free to choose. If I lose, you take her.”
Nkai smirked.
“Agreed.”
Your heart slammed violently against your ribs.
This was happening. Because of you.
Kwei did not look back at you.
He stepped into the clearing.
Nkai attacked first.
Fast. Aggressive.
Their blades clashed with a metallic crack that echoed through the trees. Sparks jumped between them as metal scraped metal.
Nkai fought wild.
Powerful.
Unpredictable.
He pressed forward, attempting to overwhelm Kwei with force alone.
“You think she will choose you? You think she sees you as anything more than protection?”
Kwei blocked, pivoted, and countered.
“I think,” he said calmly as their blades locked, “that her choice matters.”
Nkai shoved hard, breaking the lock and circling.
“She is already claimed! She shared my home. She bore my mark. You cannot erase that.”
Kwei’s eyes hardened slightly.
“A mark given without permission is not honour.”
Nkai lunged low, aiming to destabilise. Kwei shifted, taking the strike along his forearm armour instead of his side. The impact rang, but he did not falter.
“You want her. Admit it.”
Kwei stepped inside Nkai’s range, forcing him backwards.
“I want justice.”
Nkai snarled and drew a secondary blade, slashing wide and vicious.
The fight intensified.
Metal rang.
Feet tore through dirt.
Shoulders collided with bone-shaking force.
Nkai tried again to provoke.
“You will never have her fully. She was mine first.”
That did it.
Not rage.
Not loss of control.
But precision.
Kwei shifted his stance.
You saw the change instantly.
He stopped reacting.
And began deciding.
Nkai swung high.
Kwei ducked beneath it, pivoted sharply, and drove his blade across Nkai’s exposed side. Blood spilt against the ground.
Nkai roared, stumbling back but not falling.
“You think that is enough?” Nkai shouted, charging again.
Kwei stepped forward instead of retreating.
Their blades collided once more.
Locked.
Close enough that their foreheads nearly touched.
“You confuse possession with bond,” Kwei said quietly.
Then he moved.
In one fluid motion, he twisted his wrist, disarmed Nkai’s primary blade, and stepped behind him.
Nkai barely had time to turn.
Kwei’s blade flashed.
Clean.
Nkai’s head separated from his body in a single, brutal arc.
Silence fell immediately.
The body dropped first.
Then the head.
The jungle seemed to hold its breath.
Kwei stood still for a moment, chest rising steadily.
He wiped the blade clean with one precise motion and turned.
To you.
The clan parted slightly as he approached.
Your heart was pounding so hard you could barely hear your own breathing.
He stopped a few steps away.
Removed his mask.
His eyes met yours.
“I fought for your honour,” he said, voice low but carrying across the clearing. “You are not bound by force anymore.”
He stepped closer.
“You may live free. No claim. No bond. Or you may choose me.”
Your throat tightened.
He did not reach for you.
Did not assume.
“You owe me nothing, but he was right about one thing. I do wish to have you.” he finished.
The entire clan was watching.
But in that moment, it felt like only the two of you existed.
You stepped toward him slowly.
"The only way I can truly live free is by being your wife. Because with you… I am chosen. Not taken. I cannot imagine a life without you, Kwei.” you admitted.
Silence.
Then he reached out.
You placed your hand in his.
“I choose you,” you said.
“Then I accept,” he replied.
---
The ceremony was held at dusk.
Public.
Honorable.
The clan gathered in a circle around the central fire. The flames rose high, casting golden light against stone and armour.
Dek stood at the head of the circle, as leader.
“You stand here by choice?” he asked you directly.
“Yes,” you answered clearly.
“You stand here without coercion?”
“Yes.”
Dek turned to Kwei.
“You accept her as equal?”
“I do,” Kwei said firmly.
“Not as possession.”
“Not as possession.”
“Not as lesser.”
“Not as lesser.”
The words carried weight.
Kwei stepped closer to you.
From his belt, he removed a small blade. Not for violence.
For ritual.
He cut his palm lightly.
Then offered you the blade.
You understood.
You did the same.
When your palms met, blood mixed between you.
Equal.
Shared.
“You are my wife,” Kwei said, his voice steady but full. “Not because I won you. But because you chose me.”
Your chest tightened.
“You are my husband,” you replied. “Not because you fought. But because you respected me.”
A low sound of approval passed through the clan.
Kwei lifted your joined hands slightly toward the fire.
“From this day,” he said, eyes locked with yours, “you are my equal. My partner. My home.”
Tears blurred your vision.
For the first time in your life, you did not feel like an object to possess.
You felt chosen.
Dek stepped forward.
“The bond is recognised.”
The clan responded with a unified sound of cheer.
Kwei lowered your hands but did not release them.
The fire crackled.
The storm that once shook this place was gone.
In its place was warmth.
Belonging.
Safety.
Later, when the clan dispersed and the night got deep, Kwei walked you back into his home.
But it did not feel like his home anymore.
It felt like yours.
He paused near the fire, looking down at you.
“You are sure?” he asked quietly, one final time.
You smiled softly.
“I have never been more certain.”
His hand rose gently to your face.
“You will never be forced again,” he said.
And you believed him. He pulled you closer, placing his forehead against yours.
You were no longer running.
You were no longer hiding.
You were chosen.
And you chose him.
A/N: I know that in the movie Dek and Kwei's clan doesn't live by a jungle forest, but I thought it would fit this story better. I hope you could still enjoy the story!
YOU GUYS 😭 THANK YOU FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS AND SUPPORT. HOLY CRAP. I DIDNT THINK ITD GET SO MUCH ATTENTION. (This is just my excuse for them to kiss)
Warnings: not canon compliant/canon deviation. Fluff. Suggestive themes/language. Also a tie-in for the bonus scene ((this was just an excuse to have them kiss.) I'm a sucker for yautja kisses)). not beta'd, no ai usage ((FUCK AI)(srry I just write that bad)).
Anyways... Here's more of our boi Kwei ... (this does eventually catch up to the bonus scene )❤️💕
WC: +3,300
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The brothers were busy discussing (arguing) how best to fix Kwei's ship and which parts to fix first. I was plotting. I knew the absence of his right arm bothered Kwei, though he'd never admit it; I knew it lingered in the back of his mind.
I walked away from their impromptu repair shop, looking for Thia. When I found her, she was looking through various cargo containers strewn about the Weyland-Yutani compound. We left the fence up and running, but ran a link from the brother's gauntlets to the fence's power source so they could arm and disarm it remotely.
"Hey Thia," I smiled, dragging out the 'hey' as I walked over, "I uhh- I need your help with something." I grinned sheepishly, my hands twisting around a piece of paper.
"Yes, what did you need?"
"Well. I was hoping you could help me build... this." I unfurled my amateur schematic, the shotty drawing and wiring mock-up done hastily.
Bud leaned in as Thia's eyes scanned over the ink-doodled paper, a bright grin growing on her face. "Absolutely," she looked around quickly before leaning in, covering the side of her mouth with her hand, "Is this a surprise?"
"Yes." I nodded quickly, "Neither of the brothers can know about it."
She let out a squeal before quickly trying to quiet herself, "I know just where we can do it." She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the main vessel. I glanced over my shoulder to see the brothers still engulfed in their disagreement on repair strategies. At least they're busy.
I followed behind Thia with Bud behind me. After we passed through the main cargo hold, Thia opened a hatch and led me down a series of halls before she stopped dead in her tracks. "Here we are." There was a reinforced-bolted door in front of us.
"Thia- this looks like the type of door that keeps things in..." I mumbled, looking at the seams welded along the door.
She tapped the screen pad next to the door. There was a whirring sound and then a click. Thia pushed the door open and stepped inside, stepping over the raised threshold. It was an annoyingly stark white room. Tables, tubes, microscopes, tools, and two fabricators littered the room. It was spacious enough that the three of us could fit comfortably.
I walked in, taking stock of the equipment scattered around the room, "Okay, it's been a while since I've been aboard a Weyland ship—you're gonna have to show me where things are. Also, my idea for the build is gonna be more detailed and intricate than the schematic shows."
"Of course," Thia nodded, making her way to the farthest table, "here, we can start with this."
Thia pulled out a base build of an arm. The inner structure formed, just needing a frame, wiring, and nerve interface. "Alright. Here we go."
Thia and I had been working for a few hours before I felt a tingle in my chest, and then, a rumble in the flooring. I looked over at Thia, who was already looking at me. We moved quickly, covering notes scribbled on scraps of paper, wired chips, modules and drives, and framing. Thia shut down the coding she was building on a screen in front of her.
We bolted out of the room, walking down the hall in haste. I took a sharp turn in the hall and ran smack into something firm. I stumbled back, my hand flying up to my face, "Ow. What the-" A hand gripped my shoulder, steadying my feet.
There was a low rumble, and I looked up, "Oh-hey, what're you-"
"You disappeared. Again." He growled.
"I- Thia wanted to show me the changes Weyland-Yutani made while I've been gone." I chuckled slowly.
Kwei looked from me to Thia, "You can't just wander off." He sighed.
"Kwei," My hand reached up, caressing his cheek, "The fence is armed, you're here, Dek is here, Thia and Bud are here. I am armed-"
"You're still injured."
"Am no-...Mi’esui," I hummed, the word rolling off my tongue placatively languid, "I am fine. I'm still here." There was a hum of anxiety in the air, and it wasn't from me. I glanced over at Thia, "You go ahead, we'll catch up." I smiled.
She nodded, side-stepping past us with Bud in tow. I waited, watching as Thia rounded the corner. I let out a sigh, resting my forehead against his chest, "I'm sorry I made you worry..." I whispered.
His hand came under my chin, tilting my eyes upward, "I told you... Losing you would wound me."
I nodded, "I know."
Kwei grabbed my hand and started walking down the hall. His head on a swivel like he was looking for something. We walked by several doors before he stopped in front of one and he shoved his shoulder into it, forcing it open. It was a common room. A small couch, two tables surrounded by chairs, and a kitchenette. A kitchenette... on a mission with a crew full of synths? Weyland-Yutani money...
Kwei walked into the room, stopped, turned around, and placed his hand square against my chest. I looked down at his hand and then back up at him. His eyes bore into mine as he took a step forward, pushing with his hand on my chest, forcing me to step backwards. My back hit the wall behind me, and I looked back down at Kwei's hand. I placed my hand over his and rubbed my thumb across his palm. Neither of us spoke. No sound was made, just us breathing in the empty room. Since we'd landed on this planet, he's been off. More on edge. More involved... with me.
I thought back to our fireside conversation. The admittance. I never want you in danger or hurt...
"You have me. I'm here." My eyes fluttered closed, the words an intimate promise spoken between us.
I was ready to die for you...
I looked up at Kwei, a soft gleam betraying the fire in his stare. My hand reached up, caressing his cheek. His features softened the longer he looked at me. The anxiety in the air slowly melting away. I glanced to my left and spotted a raised countertop. Gingerly, my hand rotated his wrist up so I could place a soft kiss against his palm. A quiet purr erupted from his chest. I stepped out from in front of him and walked towards the countertop.
I turned my back to it, looking up at Kwei, "Help me?" My tone was soft and low as I nodded towards the countertop. His hand reached down, cupping the back of my thigh. I hopped up, his hand under my thigh providing a gentle boost. He lowered me onto the countertop, his hand lingering on my thigh. I sat on the white surface, my eyes level with his mandibles. He makes me feel so small...
I placed one hand on his chest and another along his mandible. I leaned forward and closed my eyes, leaving a tender kiss next to his mandible.
I wish for you to stay a part of my hunt... "I won't leave you."
Kwei froze, his purr growing in volume. I pulled back, looking at Kwei's relaxed features, "Look at me... please." The soft plea left my lips with a tightness in my chest.
Kwei's golden eyes looked down at me. A silent dialogue between our eyes, "I wanna try something..." the breathy words, sweet on my tongue, "...trust me."
Kwei gave a small nod. No apprehension, no unease, just trust. With my hand along his mandible, I pulled him closer. His mandible twitched open just enough, giving me room to place a lingering, warm kiss along his inner jaw. Kwei's hand gripped my thigh, his claws pressing into my skin. I leaned back, just enough to look at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked at ease. When his eyes opened, the constant subtle fire that burned in them was dimmer.
A purr erupted in his chest once more, "What was that?"
"A kiss, humans give them to those they court." I smiled brightly. A flame of mischief now alight in my chest.
"Mi'esui," The name sounded like a warning, a hollow warning, "... do that again."
Hollow. I tilted my head a little, my smile feeling brighter, "I can do that." I leaned in again, placing another kiss between his mandibles, lingering a second more. His hand migrated from the meat of my thigh to the small of my back. His hand against my body felt warm and secure. Even through the fabric of my shirt, I could feel his body heat. I pulled back once more, the purring emanating from Kwei getting louder.
"I'm still here..." Kwei's posture melted as he leaned into me, against the counter.
"I might have to make it harder for you to disappear like that..." His voice tapered off, his forehead resting against mine.
"What does that mean?" My eyebrow arched, "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"I would never threaten you, Mi'esui." He trilled. But he didn't offer up a solid answer either: "Just know, you make it difficult not to add to Dek's discomfort."
"Now I'm curious..." I hummed, leaning closer in, "Tell me. Please."
"Knowing you, you'll find out soon enough." With that, he took a step back, pulling me forward with his hand still at my back. He lowered me slowly, letting my toes touch the ground first.
We walked back out to the main cargo hold, Thia's voice carrying from somewhere in the yard, followed by Dek's.
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Periodically, Thia and I would head into the ship to work on our surprise. Dek had almost caught us when he was looking for Thia to help him with something else, but we waved it off as “boring Weyland-Yutani nonsense.”
Dek was still adjusting to the new bond between Kwei and me. Not that much had changed, but Kwei was getting a bit... territorial. He knew Dek would never harm me, but something primal in him always bubbled to the surface whenever he perceived Dek to be “too close”. This normally earned him a cocked eyebrow from me and a huff from Dek.
"How does this look?" Thia was showing me possible exteriors for our build. It looked close to natural; it wouldn't blend seamlessly with his skin, but it was a close enough shade to mimic the texture.
"That's perfect." I smiled, examining the exterior while looking at our build, "We're so close."
It wasn't too long after we had finished. Thia and I had a whole plan. We'd wait for a night when we were all settled in, and then we'd present it. Thia was adamant that I give it to him myself, but she had helped so much—it'd be only right if she gave it to him too.
We had stayed late at the Weyland compound, the brothers deciding we'd head back to the ship with some of the repaired parts early the next morning. We sat around a fire, a few yards away from the cargo bay's ramp. The brothers were talking about their time on Genna before we found each other again. Kwei was talking about what he remembered from the crash, leading up to the monster that attacked us. I glanced over at Thia, who was sitting with Bud across from me. We both stood and walked towards the cargo bay ramp.
Kwei stopped mid-sentence, his eyes following me, "I'll be right back, Thia and I need to grab something from inside." I smiled, my hands coming up, "You two, stay put."
"You too Bud." Thia added.
Kwei gave a slow nod before returning to his conversation with Dek. "Wow... he really worries about you," Thia noted.
I sighed, "Yeah, I know he means well... I'm hoping that this eases some of his worries though."
We retrieved the improved prosthetic, wrapped in a tarp, and made our way back to the brothers. I didn't want to wait too long, since I knew it would take some time to get it functional. When we returned, our gift between us, the brothers looked at us, then at the tarp.
"What's that?" Dek asked, pointing at the tarp.
"This," I motioned downwards, a smile building on my face, "...is for Kwei."
Kwei looked at me, confused, before he stood up and walked closer.
"Thia and I put together a little something for you." I pulled the tarp back, revealing the artificial arm.
There was a brief silence, and once again, I thought I fucked. But he liked the first prosthetic...
"You, built this."
"Uhh- well, yes. Thia helped. I wouldn't have been able to get everything to function the way I hope it will, without her." I rambled, suddenly feeling a pit in my stomach.
"Will he be able to hunt with it?" Dek asked, coming closer.
"Yes!" Thia beamed, "We built it with the physical demands of Yautja needs in mind. He can fight, hunt, climb—it'll work just as his real arm had."
"Then shall we see if it's works." Kwei chuffed.
I nodded vigorously and led Kwei into the stark white room. Dek and Thia waited by the fire. Dek was asking question after question about the arm. Once in the room, I had Kwei take a seat adjacent to me at one of the lab tables. I carefully undid the straps holding the metal plate in place, then pulled it away along with the gauze underneath it. "This might sting a little, but it shouldn't hurt too much."
It took me a few hours and several breaks to attach the arm, run a diagnostic, and confirm that all the feedback was coming through. Kwei sat still, only complaining briefly as the artificial neural response was wired in. He could feel things through the arm—though not as well as before—, he'd be able to fight, hunt, and climb. He'd have the ability to still wield his sword with the same dexterity, but it'd take some time.
"Mi'esui... thank you." Kwei lowered his arm, looking at me, "You have given me back so much, today." He nuzzled his mandible into my hair.
"Of course. I wanted to do something... I wanted to help. Now it may take some time to get used to... So don't push it." I warned.
"Now, it is my turn to thank you..." He purred.
"Not yet Mr." I held my hand up, pushing him back onto his seat, which he obliged, "I-I wanted to give this to you... because somethings felt off. You've been so protective... I'm hoping this will give you a sense of peace..."
He looked at me, just looked, before he chuffed, "I-I'm not complaining. I just, some breathing room would be nice." I admitted sheepishly.
Kwei nodded, his artificial hand reaching out to pull me into him, "Mi'esui... I am as protective as any mate should be. Especially on this planet." He pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around my midsection, "You are right, though... I felt it'd be harder to keep you safe—keep you alive before. Only because I don't want to see you hurt, not as you were before. It's my place, as your mate, to protect you... and I will."
I leaned into him, my right side touching his chest, his warmth swallowing me, "I care about you Mi'esui... Let me show you."
He slowly pulled me away, with his hands on my waist as he lifted me onto the table, "This feels familiar." I teased, my face that much closer to his, but it felt different this time. There was a thick heat building in the room as his hands slid around my waist. One hand pressed against the small of my back while the other lifted my gaze to his. His eyes... Molten and intense. My hands came up to his mandibles, and I pulled him closer. His mandibles opened for me, and I placed a tender kiss. His hands kept me in place. The tender kiss morphed into an intoxicatingly sweet kiss. He opened his mouth, mine opening with his. It was as if he knew what to do without me telling him. Our tongues met, almost hesitantly, and the kiss became hot, electric—my skin was on fire. His hand slid down from my back to my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him. The friction of the kiss and his hand on my hip coaxed a breathy moan from my lips.
This was new, all of it. I had never felt such desire, nor had I ever felt desired. Hook-ups were one thing... But this... it felt so intimate.
My hands slid down to his chest, giving him a slight push. He pulled back, both of our chests heaving, "Did I hurt you?" The heat in his gaze mellowed to concern.
"No-no, I-I've never... That was different." Heat bloomed in my chest and my face. Why do I feel so shy?
"That sound you made... I would like to hear it again." He trilled.
The heat in my face felt molten, "I-I think we should head back. Dek must be curious about how your arm functions."
"You needn't worry about Dek right now. He can wait." That melting purr rumbled from his chest, "But I will not push you. When you are ready," He lifted me from the table, putting my feet on the ground, "I will be yours... All of me."
Now I know, that's not a threat, that's a promise.
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As we made our way down the cargo bay, I walked behind Kwei, rubbing a hand against my face, trying to calm myself down. As we reached the fire, Thia looked at me, beaming and proud. Dek was focused on his brother’s new arm.
Kwei raised his arm above his head, flexing the fingers into a fist, "And this will function on a hunt."
"Yes." Thia and I said in unison—we were proud of our finished product. Kwei took his plasma sword in his right hand and gave it a few good swings.
"Careful brother, don't want to wear it out before you actually get to use it." Dek chirped from behind us.
I gave him a pointed glare as Thia crossed her arms in his direction, "Dek."
"Worry not— I have full confidence in what you and our new companion have created." Kwei brought his artificial hand down to grab mine, pulling me closer, "Mi'esui, I will honor your efforts on my next hunt." He leaned down, touching his forehead to mine.
"Must you do that in front of me?" Dek huffed, next a mildly amused Thia.
"I could do worse brother." Kwei challenged, only to receive a deep groan from his brother.
My face got hot as I yanked my hand away from him, "No you could not." I huffed. Kwei trilled softly behind me as I turned away from him, "I'm heading back to the ship." I grumbled as I walked away, fully embarrassed.
"Siblings..." I grumbled as I trudged away. He’s going to be the death of me... and I’d be just fine with it.
I stopped, rounding one of the cargo containers. I put my back against it and took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. Curse him for being so... so...
“Ugh... Darn it.” I chuckled to myself before turning right back around towards Kwei and the others.
I plopped myself on the ground. Ignoring Kwei’s sideways glance. Thia and Dek were engulfed in their own conversation about Bud and how fast they think she’ll grow. I was passively amused by their back-and-forth about feedings and age variables that I hadn’t noticed Kwei getting just close enough to snag the waistband of my bottoms and yank me into his side, “Oh, what the-”
I looked up at him and his quirked mandibles. Is he smirking at me??
“Oh... you are so lucky I like you.” I rolled my eyes as I leaned into him, not minding any of it at all.
I am his... and he is mine.
Translations: Mi’esui - mate
Thank you guys so much. 💕 I hope this hits as well as the the first one did. Literally I just wanted them to kiss...
I do have spicy ideas ahead, but they will be labeled appropriately
think about it. Odds are high kwei had his own kids. He was already a blooded warrior, he had a nice trophy collection...odds are he has impressed enough females to have had the chance to sire some kids already. I am going to cry now. 😭 some little yautja kids out there don't know they just lost their dad.
oh my gosh you got me eating up all your fics like an addict. I love your story telling style!!! My favorite would have to be Keth’raal as he was the first fic I read of yours. But now I have to ask, how would any of your yautja boys handle being confronted with a small human child? Perhaps lost or abandoned after an attack? 🍒
Thank you so much anonnn 😭💚 That’s the highest compliment. Knowing people are binging the stories of my boys makes my whole week. And Keth’raal being your favourite? 🥹 He would be so smug about it 😆
Keth’raal
He freezes at first, big green eyes wide, mandibles parting in genuine surprise, because this is not prey and it’s definitely not an adult human. Then his curiosity and caring instincts kick in. He crouches down slowly, his voice dropping to the softest rumble he can manage. “You’re okay little one”
He would scoop the kid up carefully, checking for injuries. If they’re scared and crying, he starts purring deep in his chest, the same soothing vibration he uses on his human mate when they’re upset. He would carry them to safety, probably talking the whole way, explaining everything like the kid can understand: “I’ll protect you, like I protect big human. You safe now.”
Once his human shows up? He is proudly showing off “our new small one” like he just found a trophy. Expect him to be extra gentle and attentive for weeks, teaching the kid how to “hunt” leaves, letting them ride on his shoulders. He has basically adopted them on sight.
Zha’kor
He doesn’t move at first, just watches from the shadows with those glowing red eyes, studying it. A child isn’t a threat, but it’s… unexpected. Vulnerable. Reminds him of things long past.
When he finally approaches, it’s slow and careful. No sudden moves. He kneels, extends one big clawed hand palm-up and waits. If the kid flinches, he simply stays frozen until they calm. Voice low and smooth, “Fear is useless here, small thing. I do not hunt the helpless.”
He would pick them up with surprising gentleness, cradling them against his chest and carry them somewhere quiet. He doesn’t talk much, but the steady purr-rumble he lets out is almost hypnotic. He would make sure they’re fed, warm, cleaned up, then quietly guard them until he can return them to safety… or decide they have no one left. In which case? They are his now. He would never admit it, but the tiny human sleeping against his side stirs something protective he thought was long dead.
Tarr’kon
His first reaction is a low, warning growl, not at the child, but at the situation. A small, defenseless thing left in the wreckage? It offends every instinct he has about strength and survival.
He stares down at them for a long moment, mandibles tight, face unreadable. Then, without a word, he reaches down, lifts the kid by the back of their shirt like a kitten and tucks them against his side under one arm. No cooing, no explanations.
He would march them straight out of danger, shielding them with his body from any threats. If they cry? He doesn’t know what to do with tears, he would awkwardly pat their head once, like he’s handling live explosives. But he doesn’t put them down until they are somewhere secure. Deep down, seeing something so small and vulnerable triggers memories of his own losses. He won’t say it, but he would quietly make sure no one ever hurts this child again. Even if it means adopting them in his silent, brooding way.
Kel’Rakur
He laughs at first, not to be mean but surprised. “What is this? A tiny ooman?” He crouches, grinning widely. “You lost, little thing?”
But the second he sees real fear, he drops the teasing. Picks them up, one big hand supporting their back, the other under their legs “Shh. No more crying”
He would bounce them lightly to calm them (Yautja version of rocking), purring loud and obnoxious until the child giggles. He would play with it gently the whole time “You’re braver than most big humans, huh?” But underneath the playfulness he’s fiercely protective. If anyone comes near the kid with bad intentions, he turns into a snarling beast instantly. He would probably end up carrying them around like a trophy for days, showing them off to his human mate: “Look what I found. Ours now.”
It’s a good thing their humans have taught them empathy 😆
Which one of the boys would make the funniest or more caring accidental dad? Can’t wait for your comments!!!
P.S I don’t do asks lately and I’m so sad about it 😣 I wish I had more time to answer everyone, but know I read everything and I’m grateful for all your questions 💚
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