#alien gojo

[papernstory]

Alien au 👽 "Encounter"

Geto and gojo concepts

[dairyfaerie]

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★ 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 • 3|| “Stray constellation”

{SERIES SUMMARY } - After the loss of your beloved cat, Apollo, you adopt a strange six-eyed "cat" from a shady animal shelter to fill the silence....unaware that it's actually Uratos Gooj, an seven-foot alien prince hiding from an arranged royal marriage. As he observes your human life from the safety of your home, his curiosity slowly turns into all-consuming obsession... and he begins to believe you belong to him.

{PAIRING}- ALIEN:Gojo x Human Female Reader

{TAGS !!)- MDNI, 18+ in the last 2 chapters(l think), alien biology, obsessive behavior, size difference (he's literally 7ft when not a cat), female reader, eventual smut, mating cycles, cunningulushe's a eater fri), possessiveness, stalking but make it extraterrestrial, slow burn, emotional confusion, reader unknowingly living with an alien royal, transformation scenes, minor intergalactic politics later on, Mei mei(yuck), fluff, piv, nsfw, Hurt/comfort, slight dominance/ submission, Happy ending (yayayayayay!) w.c: 7.4K (DAMN)

Masterlist || chpt 2 || chpt 4 || visual art

Dedicated to @madamechrissy

Inspired by @spideyyeet

Light filtered through the destroyed hull of the Zenoral Morteph, slipping between torn metal and exposed structure to shine across the interior in soft , shifting rays. Dust drifted lazily through it, catching in the glow like little stardust particles as the wreckage remained settled in a quiet that felt almost deliberate after the violence of the crash hours before.

Uratos lay where he had fallen after passing out, unmoving for only a brief moment before his consciousness began to return in full. His eyes fluttered slowly, without urgency, all six of them focusing at once as the world unfolded around him in complete clarity. There was no disorientation or delay…. only immediate clarity. His beloved ship was destroyed beyond repair but he was unharmed.

That last detail was an easy fact simply because his body, no matter how severe or what damage was inflicted upon it, would repair itself . And even with that in mind the force of the crash had never truly reached him while he was knocked out. Thanks to the invisible force-like shield that he could will to surround his body(like he’d done before passing out), he suffered no harm and what remained now was only the aftermath…damage to everything except him.

Uratos pushed himself upright with a soft groan, fragments of debris sliding from his “barrier” as he sat and then stood, his movement clear and unhurried. He noted the jagged and permanent healed line across his torso where he’d been slashed by that things technique and stitched himself back together. Noted the tatters of his close, exposing his abs and a hint of his v-line, his cape shredded and torn.

The ship responded with a strained groan, its structure shifting as though it no longer understood how to hold itself together. His gaze flickered across the inside of the ship once more, noting the damage, and , just as quickly, discarding it as unimportant. There was nothing he could do about it but move on.

Uratos moved forward, and as he did, a section of the hull above him shifted, metal scraping as gravity began to finish what it had started. For a brief moment, it seemed as though it would fall directly onto him….but it didn’t. The falling metals bent around his space instead, sliding off his force shield and landing with a heavy and resounding clank against the floor.

Uratos didn’t even bat an eye. His attention had already moved beyond the wreckage and seconds later he was out in the open, looking around at the greenery of this world. The air here felt very different, moving in uneven currents that carried various sensations all at once like subtle temperature shifts, faint organic aromas, quick movement that seemed to be continuously happening everywhere, all at once.

Before him stretched a forest, dense and alive in a way that didn’t fall into something simple. On his planet, their biomes and ecosystems were organized, controlled and maintained by his shitty government…. But here…His eyes moved across the forest with intrigue and excitement. This was new. This planet was unlike any of the one’s he’d been to so far…. Everything was vibrant, filled with energy and light…proof that there was life here that couldn’t be contained or controlled.

Proof that the forest didn’t cooperate or conform.

So, instead of slowing down to force it into order, he did the opposite.

He moved. Fast. What started off as a curious inquisition bloomed into rapid motion without restraint, his body accelerating smoothly through the undergrowth of trees and underbrush, weaving between trunks with effortless precision as he took everything in at once. Branches brushed against his force shield and snapped back in place, leaves scattering as he passed, the entire environment reacting a fraction too slow to keep up.

The faster he went, the less it made sense and he happily let it overwhelm him. Wind rushed causing his hair to be swept back, eyes trying and failing to note every single movement that overlapped faster than he could isolate them. Damp earth, growing things, decaying matter, the faint trace of fresh water somewhere nearby …it all blended into something dense and alive.

A sound slipped from him, low and brief. A sound of awe and wonder like when he first realized how beautiful the universe was.

His pace increased, an almost crazed smile on his face now as he caught sight of something small moving ahead. A flicker of motion along the bark branch of a tree. Uratos shifted direction instantly, cutting toward it without slowing. The little creature froze. Its body was slight, covered in soft brown fur, its movement quick and twitchy rather than controlled. Its limbs clung to the bark with sharp, precise little paws, a long tail balancing its weight as it stilled under the pressure of being seen by…him.

For a fraction of a second they watched each other, time slowing down as they locked eyes.

Then it bolted up, scurrying in a blur of motion.

Uratos followed, his four hands grabbing the tree before he pushed upward, easily scaling the trunk entirely in a smooth, weightless motion. The creature changed direction mid-scurry, its path erratic, driven by pure instinct.

Uratos adjusted instantly as well, reaching out to grab the little creature….but then he watched, with surprise, as it suddenly jumped into the air and began to take flight, little flaps connected to its tiny arms that allowed it to evade him.

Then it vanished into the undergrowth.

A softer sound left him this time, unmistakably closer to amusement, as he dropped back down to the earth with an imperceptible thud.

“…amazing.”

And then he was off once more.

Movement rippled outward ahead of him as he continued forward, more smaller bodies darting through the undergrowth, wings bursting into motion from low branches as feathered creatures scattered into the air with cries as he neared. Their shapes differed wildly…some small and angular, others heavier and broader, their wings cutting through the air with a bold rhythm.

One of the feathered creatures didn’t move fast enough as, the small organism hesitating at his quick approach. Another thing stricken with fear.

Uratos’s hand shot out and his fingers closed gently around the small, feathered body, halting its late attempt to retreat with its brethren. It trembled violently, its tiny heart rapid pounding and vibrating through his grasp, wings pressing against his hold in quick, frantic bursts.

He didn’t tighten his hold, his eyes simply observing the small thing like a child does a new toy. He noted its light bones, its high metabolic output… fast-response instincts. A body built entirely around escape and flight. Truly spectacular. Simply marvelous.

The creature stilled, all but giving up and expecting to be eaten whole by this thing it’d never seen before.

Uratos tilted his head slightly, studying it for a moment longer before loosening his grip. Gurus would like this creature. It was quite pretty with its multicolored feathered body and graceful wings.

He released it and the creature vanished into the canopy in a blur of motion and a shrill cry.

Another quiet sound left him.

“…Fast.”

He continued one again.

The terrain shifted now, the forest giving away and revealing a small clearing where the soil dipped inward into rock and introducing the narrow flow of moving water.

A river.

Uratos slowed, eyes blinking softly.

He hadn’t seen a river since he was 2!

,345 rotations old.

Several larger creatures occupied the space, their bodies built for stability rather than speed. Long limbs. Thick muscle. Coarse coverings of brown and grey that blended imperfectly with the environment around them. Long and hard looking antennae?(antlers)…Their movements were slower, deliberate as they lowered their heads toward the water, drinking in steady, rhythmic motions. Graceful and gentle.

They hadn’t noticed him yet as he watched for a moment and then…. He stepped closer.

That was enough.

Every head snapped upward at once, all little beady eyes locking on his hulking form.

Stillness.

Then…. quick movement. They scattered in different directions, their body’s gracefully leaping through the forest a they retreated into the darkness within. Uratos didn’t follow. Instead, He crouched near the edge of the water, his gaze shifting to the shimmering surface as it moved in a continuous, smooth flow. Light danced across it, reflecting in distorted patterns that made it sparkle like handcrafted silk worm robes.

He reached out, the current shifting around his fingers as he scooped up some water and then leaned down to bring it to his lips. He sniffed it subtly before lapping up the cool liquid, his body shivering as it flooded his senses and cooled him nicely. He remained crouched as he kept drinking the cool water and ,behind him, something deeper in the forest approached, its footsteps carrying weight but no hostility.

Uratos’s head turned just as a larger form emerged between the trees..massive compared to the other creatures he’d seen , its body thick with muscle, covered in dense, dark fur that absorbed more light than it reflected. Its movement was slower, but carried weight, each step pressing into the ground with deliberate force.

It stopped when it caught sight of him..he tilted his head at it in response. For a moment, the forest seemed to narrow around them.

The creature inhaled deeply, scenting the air, its posture shifting as it tried to understand what stood before it. Uratos watched it back, his six eyes making sure it stayed passive and didn’t respond with violence.

The creature seemed to come to a decision, making a low uncertain noise as if to say ‘what are you?’

The creature shifted its weight and then..slowly it approached the river a little ways away from him. Uratos watched as it stared at the shimmering water and then , with an astonishing speed, snatched up a sleek and wriggling aquatic creature with its maw. Uratos watched with bright eyes at the row of sharp teeth crunching down on the wriggling organism , watched as it twitched and then went limp in its grasp.

It turned, grunting low at Uratos and then disappeared back into the edge of the forest.

Something quiet settled in his expression s he spoke softly to himself.

“…How fascinating…that all of these creatures chose differently.” How thrilling. That nothing on this planet followed a specific pattern like every other planet he’d been on.

He stood, stepping back from the river before turning away and moving back through the forest, his movement not quite as fast as before, but still confident.

He continued exploring. Scaring off more of the forest critters, leaping beside the creatures with hooves and odd antennae’s. The forest seemed to extend on forever and , honestly, he was happy with it. The sun in the sky began to set and, at some point beyond the forest, something changed.

Uratos , who’d been running after a hopping white creature with red eyes and a fluffy tail, slowed slightly, his focus shifting outward again, beyond the movement of the trees.

Sound followed. Many at a time. Voices, Machinery, contained chaos. Bright, vivid colors of things he could see with his eyes.

His eyes sharpened with interest, lashes fluttering with newfound interest. It was a city! So it wasn’t just an unclaimed planet.

“…Oh.”

As he moved, the forest thinned gradually, its density loosening until it simply gave away to what lay beyond it. The ground beneath his feet shifted from soft, grass and dirt to concreted roads worn by repeated movement, and the sounds continued to change with it…less scattered, more consistent and loud in a way only beings with the capacity to talk could replicate.

When he stepped fully beyond the treeline,he could see structures that rose in uneven clusters, built upward and outward. Surfaces reflected light sharply in some places and expelled it in others, materials overlapping in ways that functioned but never quite came completely together. It was advanced, like his planet, but it lacked refinement, unlike his planet.

Despite how disorganized and slightly overwhelming….It worked…… and it seemed that was enough.

Below, on the ground with him, movement filled the space between. Humans. Or what he’d been taught to identify as humans, moved in small groups, alone or in big clusters. Men, women..young and old. And there were more species too. Alien groups he was too lazy to single out and identify but lots of them nonetheless.

A tall, translucent species, a heavier, plated being, their body layered in natural armor that clicked softly with each grounded step and an aerial species of something smaller that drifted briefly before settling, winged but not feathered, its thin membranes catching the light before folding tight against its frame.

A diverse planet with many different shapes, forms and things. How amazing.

Uratos stepped forward again, into the light and space and , of course, attention bent toward him in waves that spread faster than the crowd could pretend not to notice.

All around him , humans and alien species alike began to slow down as they acknowledged him. They were used to difference, that much was clear.

But he was different. Uratos’s very existence was an anomaly…it didn’t matter what environment he was in. But here… he didn’t just stand out…he interrupted everything.

His height alone made him impossible to ignore, his athletic form towering above most of the surrounding bodies, but it wasn’t just that. His Four arms, light blue skin that caught the light in unnatural tones would catch anyone’s attention .And those eyes…too many, too bright, too aware …obscene and odd. The other species had a minimum of two eyes and a maximum of three.. and then there was his body itself. He was barely covered…he didn’t exactly have a change of clothes anymore after his ship crashed here…. most of him was exposed, his abs and a peek of his v-line on display. And the composition of his remaining outfit

was made up of material that didn’t belong to anything here anyway.

And across his abdomen was the clean cut.

Precise, healed and unmistakably violent.

Faces of passerby’s filled with concern and confusion. Whispers began to fill the space as he moved through the crowd.

“Is he….hurt????

“What is that—?”

“Oh my god..I think I’ve SEEN him before-???”

Uratos ignored it all though, his sights set ahead as he moved deeper into the city.

He soon found himself in the center of a marketplace with stalls that pressed into one another in uneven rows, voices overlapping in continuous negotiation as goods and foods shifted from hand to hand in a steady, chaotic rhythm.

Light bent differently here. The air was warm and filled with pleasant aromas.

Uratos still stood out here but less only because vendors were busy selling their goods and services. His gaze moved across the stalls, not lingering on the sellers, but on the items themselves. Objects of varying quality and origin were laid in an unorganized manner…

But what drew his attention was a stall where a sweet aroma wafted from it.

It cut through the warm air easily, delicious, and unfamiliar in a way that suggested attention. Uratos moved closer, mouth watering and eyes peering curiously down at what was being made. The human behind the stall stiffened almost instantly, his posture shifting as his shadow fell over the display. His eyes flickered up, then immediately away, then back again… uncertain whether ignoring him or acknowledging him would be worse.

Uratos didn’t speak, simply snorting and reaching out selecting one of the foods without hesitation. It was wrapped loosely, heat still contained within it, the surface slightly textured beneath his fingers. The lady stammered, watching with wide eyes as he took a bite (without paying first-).

Meanwhile, Uratos was experiencing euphoria and pleasure at the same time, his cheeks flushing a pretty deep blue that heightened his pretty face. His expression didn’t change much, but something behind his eyes shift. The flavor wasn’t exactly exceptional. It was a little salty, hot, with something faintly sweet beneath it, a symphony of flavors that went together deliciously.

He loved it.

“…You ..made this…?”

The human woman blinked and nodded profusely. He was so pretty and she was very, very flustered suddenly.

“…O-Oh uhm Yes! I uhm-.”

“What’s it called??”

“I uhm.. G-Gokutan-“

Uratos reached for another and then stopped, realizing he was being rude and hadn’t paid. Uratos looked at the women as if to say ‘Why didn’t you demand payment??’ before he looked down at his hand and tugged off one of the many the golden royal signet rings that represented his status and empire from his finger.

He held it out to her and tilted his head.

She gawked at him.

“…Will this suffice? I don’t exactly have any rupees on me at the current moment….”

Her mouth opened. Then closed.

Then Opened again before she swallowed and nodded.

“…I—uh—yeah. Yeah, that’s-that’s yeah, that’s fine.”

Because that ring was worth more than her stall ,and probably everything in the market place, she allowed him to take as many of her sweet treats as possible before he left.

Behind him, the human woman was still staring at the ring like it might disappear if she blinked, wondering how in the world she’d gotten so lucky.

Uratos continued through the marketplace, munching on his treats happily, his attention already shifting again. Another stall caught his interest, this one lined with fabric, layered materials hanging in uneven drapes that shifted slightly as air moved through them.

Clothing. Yes, he needed something to hide his build, that’s right. He approached and

the vendor, an older, sharper-eyed aerial alien smiled once it saw him and called out to him.

“Looking for something to wear, hm??? You won’t find anything better than here at Lucki’s wear and wilds!!”

Uratos nodded, swallowing before speaking up.

“Need your nicest cloak with a hood.”

The vendor nodded slowly, scurrying to the back of his open stall and reaching for a piece of fabric, dark like the night sky a, loose, and designed to conceal. Perfection.

Uratos took it without hesitation, draping it over himself in a single quick motion. A ring slid easily from another one of his fingers and he handed it to the vendor .

“…Are you aware of how much-?”

“Just take it. Do you think I’m a fool?”

Uratos said coldly and the man yelped, nodding and pocketing the ring.

He left and continued forward.

As he moved towards the end of the marketplace…many began to stare devices lifted, recording…projecting.. but something about him caused some of them to malfunction or capture only blurred/ glitched images of him.

Uratos’s gaze shifted up towards the vibrant neon light of a holographic display cycling through information too quickly for most to process.

For him, it was immediate and apparent.

A figure with a head full of white hair, eyes as blue as the sea, wearing a crown and his royal suit. A wanted sign and bounty of 968 billion rupees and half a kingdom with of land-.

A wanted sign featuring him.

Uratos stilled for half a second and then continued walking, dipping his head.

“…Ahhh..Shit.”

He’d gotten too comfortable. In his excitement at discovering such an odd planet he’d forgotten that he needed to be on guard, that he needed to conceal his identity. The shift in the crowd became more defined now, less hesitant.… Intentional. Having a cloak and hood wouldn’t be enough to hide from so many watchful eyes.

Uratos changed direction, dipping into a darker, low-lit alleyway filled with dumpsters and trash.

There he rested against the brick wall of a restaurant, watching as many passed but didn’t bat an eye at the tall hooded figure standing against the wall.

What could he do..? He was at a loss. His communicator on his arm was useless since its main transmitter was destroyed(his ship), he had no way of leaving….and if he remained here he would surely be noticed and his empire would eventually be notified.

Damn, damn, damn it all.

He was deep in thought when he heard a low sound that , to anyone else, would’ve been imperceptible… but he wasn’t just anyone.

Uratos’s gaze lowered as a small, sleek creature slipped dropped down from the pipeline on the side of the building across from him and onto the lid of a dumpster, jumping down and moving along the edge of the alley, weaving effortlessly between discarded trash and such. Its body moved in a way that didn’t demand attention, movement that was fluid without needing space to function.

And he watched as it darted into the area…noticed how no one looked at it or reacted.

Uratos watched it for a moment, something quite settling into his expression again as the difference became clear.

“…Ignored. Silent…common…”

The thought was fleeting..and the decision came easily.

Slowly, His form began to shift, collapsing inward as mass redistributed and his build began to reform. His height diminished. Long limbs and appendages morphed into short stubby paws . A small fuzzy tail sprouted from the base of his spine….His being formed into something smaller, fuzzier, and…cute?

When he finished…he resembled the form of the tiny creature that he’d seen before.

A cat. Or mostly a cat.

His fur was many colors, resembling a star speckled galaxy and his antennae still protruded from his head. And his eyes. They were, of course , still there. All six of them.

Uratos glanced down at himself briefly and nodded, satisfied.

“…Perfect...”

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Life as the tiny creature he’d soon learn was identified as a cat, was the easiest thing Uratos had ever done. He’d wiped out galaxies, commanded entire armies with ease, governed an entire city…and now here he was, prowling a city that never slept as a small, furry thing.

And it was so, so easy. He quickly learned how to maneuver in this form, learning the many secret passage ways and crevices to get around the city,

Other creatures noticed him. The same ones he was copying. At first, they kept their distance, unsure what the hell was trying to integrate itself with them. Cats watched him from rooftops and alleyways, their bodies tense, eyes narrowed as he passed through their spaces without hesitation. Meowing in confusion, tracking him with quiet suspicion, their movements cautious, deliberate.

At some point, Uratos stopped at some point and allowed them to slowly approach him, meowing and sniffing him. From then on, they left him alone…He passed through their territories without much resistance, without acknowledgment, as though he had always been part of the environment. A few watched. Most didn’t bother him.

It was nice.

Dogs were different. They singled him out immediately, understanding that he was something odd. When he was near them their posture tensed, low growls erupted from them, and their hackles were raised.

Uratos paid them no mind , simply because they kept their distance, their instinct being enough for them to not test their luck.

And humans with their alien counterparts…they were much easier to handle.

They responded to him and his behavior relatively nicely. Uratos learned quickly from other cats what to do to get their attention and such.

A slight tilt of the head would grab their attention. A controlled, slow blink would have them reaching down to pet him. And the precise modulation of sound, a simple small, contained noise would have them cooing in adoration. If it had been in any other situation, Uratos would have considered this demeaning and degrading..but he kind of liked the positive attention he received. How close he was able to be to these various species without them staring. Similar to how he felt at the planet of smoke and glass….but even sweeter.

And the result of this epiphany was always just as rewarding.

Food.

He moved through marketplaces and streets with ease, slipping between stalls, brushing against legs, appearing just long enough to be noticed before settling somewhere visible. And he waited.

It never took long. They always came to him, smiling at the multicolored, odds but cute looking cat that had one day appeared and seemed to now be a local resident.

“Aw—where did you come from, little guy?”

“Hey, here kitty kitty pspspspspspsp…”

“Those eyes—what the hell…”

“Mommy, I want that cat! Please? Pleaseeee!?”

Uratos would sit, looking at them all and then —

Mewwwwwww!

A soft, well placed, measured mew would ensure his breakfast, lunch and dinner. And even something to drink!

It was glorious to be a cat in this city that never slept. Because he rarely slept, and when he did he found that the locals had created a cute little home for him near the sweets stall he lingered by.

He accepted everything offered to him without hesitation, sampling everything with the same quiet attention he had given it before. Sweet, savory, processed, natural…each one different, each one constructed with something that made him new in appreciation and happiness.

No one understood him but it was fine. He found being this little creature was easier than being the crown prince of an empire. Forced to do things he didn’t want to….and although he missed Gurus more and more with every passing week..he was happy with this little freedom.

Some of the humans tried to keep him,

He didn’t allow it, evading hands with the intention to hold rather than pet.

He moved with city and it rewarded him in kind. And for a while, that was enough.

Until he noticed a new pattern. It wasn’t obvious at first. Just something that began repeating about a week or so before.

A presence that appeared too often in the same places.A male human with black hair, sharp green eyes and a little scar on his lip. He was big for a normal human, his stature quite big and slightly off-putting. Deliberate and quiet in his movement, his attention sharper than the others, not distracted, not easily redirected. He didn’t react to Uratos the way the others did. No immediate reach. No instinct to feed or call out.He simply watched from a distance.For many days.

Uratos noticed on the first day, confirmed it on the second and by the second he concluded that the human was definitely tracking him.

But his intent, no matter how intimidating he seemed, was not hostile….so Uratos did nothing to stop him.

He continued moving as he had been, allowing the man to continue following him every day, observing the way the man adjusted his position, the way he anticipated movement instead of reacting to it.

And , by the beginning of the third week, Uratos stopped avoiding him.

In fact, he’s waited for the man to appear around the area he usually watched Uratos from, his eyes filled with curiosity.

The man approached him slowly, controlled, something in his hands designed to contain rather than harm. Uratos watched him come, meowing softly, his six eyes fixed on the human with quiet interest. Watching as the net came down. Letting the man lift him up into his arms, petting Uratos with big, heavy hands.

The man exhaled sharply, tension leaving his body all at once.

“Got you,” he muttered, voice low and astonished. “Weirdest damn cat I’ve ever seen… but ..super cute too… My wife n kid will love you.”

Uratos allowed it, meowing and purring(or making a noise of contentment) as the men petted his head.

He soon found himself being transported in what he assumed was a means of transportation, darkness surrounding him. The constant darkness soon lulled him to sleep and when he woke up he found himself out of the net and being carried into a pretty, small building with a sign that hung above the entrance.

Fushiguro’s Petland.

The man pushed open the front door of the shop, a soft chime announcing his arrival and warmth immediately wrapping around them both. Cozy and gentle. Smaller empty enclosures lined the space by the window, but they weren’t stacked or crowded. They were nicely spaced, customized for comfort ability and nicely kept. It was clear that this shop was newer and had recently been furnished.

The man set him down carefully, grunting when Uratos sat by his side and meowed. What a strange meow…..

“Megumi,” he called, glancing toward the stairs beyond the front counter. “Don’t come running out here yet..I needa-.”

Too late.

A thump and a few clomping sounds later, a smaller human about 500 rotations appeared almost immediately, dark-haired, quiet and pantin, stopping just short when he saw Uratos.

They stared at each other. Uratos tilted his head slightly. A little human. He looked exactly like his father.

The child didn’t respond, just kept staring with his slightly flushed cheeks. He tugged in his shirt and then said-

“…He’s weird looking.”

Toji snorted.

“Yeah. That’s putting it lightly..but he’s cute ain’t he?”

Megumi nodded and another presence came down the stairs…softer, lighter and less hurried. A woman stepped into view, her expression shifting from curiosity to immediate, quiet interest as her gaze landed on Uratos. She was pretty with short black hair, blue eyes and rosy cheeks. And, oh, a quite round belly. Must have been the wife the man had been talking about.

“…Oh. How darling!”

She crossed the room and Uratos found himself being picked up by the woman, letting out a noise of surprise as she appraised him.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little kitty? And, oh, six eyes? And antennae’s!? Where did you find him, Toji?” she asked, looking at the man, Toji who answered simply but kindly.

“Running around the street market like he owned the place. Matter of fact he’s been there for a coupla weeks now and since I didn’t see anyone claiming him I thought…why not? I knew you’d like to add him to the family.”

“That tracks,” she murmured, scratching under his chin softly. This made him twitch and , oh lord, was he..purring?! He’d been hanging around cats way too much-.

“…He’s really so beautiful,” she said quietly.

Then, she added- “…We’re keeping him.”

Toji looked at her and raised a brow, scarred lip twitching with amusement.

“…We’re not keeping him. Yknow how much money we already gotta spend to get ‘em vaccinated and such??? Not to mention, we don’t know what the hell he eats.”

She groaned as Toji kept on listing how much of a headache adding a cat, when they already had a son mind you, would be.

“…FIIIINEEEE……But WE ARE keeping him until someone claims him. Who knows.. maybe he’ll be around long enough to meet Tsumiki!”

Toji exhaled, and nodded.

“…I mean,yeah, that was the point of bringing him here. Poor little guy looked lonely…and I wanted you and Gumi to ‘im too. I dunno about him meeting Tsumiki though…you got another four months-“

And, after that, rest of the night went by fast. Uratos watched the little family make him a cozy little space by the display window of their shop, letting them put him in here and then

gave him space. It wasn’t so bad, to be honest. Another new experience he’d allow to happen until he simply got bored.

The days that followed were…different.

He learned all of their routines, noting how the woman, Toji’s wife , would stay in the shop while the man and the little boy, Toji and Megumi, would leave for the day and return late in the evening. Megumi kept his distance at first, watching from the edges of the room, his attention steady and quiet. He didn’t reach out immediately, didn’t try to touch or call for him when his parents let him out to roam the shop after he mewed for hours from boredom. It didn’t take long before the distance closed and Megumi was soon petting and playing with Uratos everyday. The woman was much easier.

She treated him as though he had always belonged there, her movements gentle but assured as she moved through the space, occasionally stopping to brush her fingers through his fur or leave some new treat for him to try. And , sometimes, she let Uratos take naps with her in her bed after she’d been on her feet all day and cooked dinner. (she quickly found out that he hated cat food and preferred to eat what she ate/cooked.)

Uratos accepted all of it, greedily.

And Toji …well, he remained the same.

Always watching but never intruding.

He didn’t treat Uratos like something fragile or like something entirely safe. His attention was sharper than the others, his awareness lingering in ways that suggested he understood more than he said. Like he caught on to the fact that Uratos was more than what he appeared to be.

“…You’re not just a cat,” he muttered once when Uratos was lying beside him in their couch upstairs in their apartment. (At some point they learned that Uratos could open his little enclosure and they could NOT keep him contained. But, since he didn’t poop or pee anywhere, leave a mess or break anything..they let him have free rein.)

Uratos glanced at him, his six eyes staring up into his green ones and effectively stealing Toji’s breath away. He mewed as if to say ‘no shit sherlock’ and shook his head though it could’ve just been the cat being a cat.

Toji huffed a quiet laugh, turning his attention back to the tv screen.

“Yeah. Figured.”

And time passed. Once again days turned into weeks and weeks …suprisingly into a month and then two. Uratos ultimately learned the rhythm of the place easily… witnessed the grand opening of the shop,got used to the flow of customers, the way attention shifted depending on time and movement. He observed, adjusted and lived accordingly.

And life was..well it was good.

And he was happy.

Then, one day, the door opened.

And everything changed.

Uratos felt it before he looked. How his “heart” beat erratically, his body filling with energy barely contained. He had been lapping up milk in his when his ears twitched. His head lifted at the sound of the bell hanging over the shop door chiming.

You.

You, You, You.

You with soft, pink skin like the setting suns of vyporia…wearing a soft, fitted white sweater, tucked into a simple pleated skirt that fell to your ankles and covered the little black wedges you had on. On your arm , you carried a small leather satchel that hung off the shoulder, stuffed with notebooks and everyday items, thin framed glasses on the bridge of your nose and tiny gems in your slightly pointed ears. Your hair was slightly curly, pulled back in a messy high ponytail that would’ve made anybody else look sloppy and distasteful. But not you. No, gods not you.

Your cheeks were flushed and you were panting slightly as you announced yourself and waited by the door. Even your voice sounded as sweet as you looked. Toji , who’d been scrolling through his holographic device, looked up from behind the counter, his posture loosening almost immediately. He smiled widely and waved you over.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up. Himari! Look who’s here!”

From the back, his wife appeared a second later, her expression lighting up with joy as she squealed.

“Oh my pookie butt!,” she said warmly, moving quickly to you and hugging you tightly . “It’s been what—weeks, years?!?”

“Midterms,” you sighed, shifting your bag to hug her back tightly. “They’ve been kicking my belrubia(ass).”

Toji snorted, watching his wife fawn and fuss over you like she did with Megumi.

“Yeah, you look like it… m’telling you, that college is gonna suck the soul outta ya before you graduate.”

You rolled your very pretty eyes, but there was no disdain when you spoke again.

“I feel like it…but it’s all for the sake of getting my damned bachelors degree. And how’s the baby, Mari?? I’m ready to be an auntie to another!”

Himari laughed happily.

“She’s quite healthy…this is a much easier pregnancy than Gumi’s.”

“Where is Gumi??”

“Oh he’s staying with the itadori’s…..-“

You all fell into it naturally after that…small talk, updates on Himari’s pregnancy, the kind of conversation that didn’t need to be carried because it already knew where it was going. From the shadows along the upper shelving, Uratos watched. He had moved there the moment you entered, instinct guiding him upward instead of forward this time. Not hiding…just…observing from a place where he could see without being seen. Where he could watch you without being interrupted or disturbed. Because ever since you had entered, his “heart” had been acting strangely. And the sensation he was feeling was beginning to slowly overwhelm him. With what, he didn’t quite know.

The tone of the room softened around you, conversation flowing easily, the space coming alive with you. Uratos tracked every motion.Every shift in your expression. Everything. He would’ve felt like such a fucking creep in any other situation…but he couldn’t help it. This feeling was damn near driving him mad.

“…—And you’ve been holding up good?” Toji asked after a moment, his tone losing some of its edge. You hesitated and that made Uratos lean in, ears straining to hear everything.

“…Yeah. I’m fine,” you said automatically, then ….you exhaled, the answer slipping a little. “It’s just…remember Lady glitterpus….?”

Himar’s expression softened immediately, seeing that you were now a little sad.

“…What happened?”

“She—” you stopped, lip wobbling in a way that made Uratos’s “heart” ache. “She. Um…she passed. A couple weeks ago…. While she was sleeping.”

Silence settled in…not heavy, not overwhelming, just…there.

“…Ten years,” you added, almost like you needed to explain why it mattered so much. “I got her when I first moved out.”

Toji leaned back slightly, arms crossing loosely. He clearly wasn’t the best to come to with anything sad…so all he did was cringe and grunt low.

“…That’s rough.”( Himari smacked his arm.)

Himari reached out, squeezing your arm gently as you sniffled softly. Clearly you had loved your pet dearly.

“I’m so sorry…. I know how much Lady meant to you….”

You nodded, offering a small, tired smile, grateful for the comfort after mourning alone for so long.

“Yeah. It’s just been…quiet….. yknow after my parents passed snd …I’ve just been alone…and I’m sorry for not reaching out and worrying you. ‘S why I stopped by before I went home… missed you all.”

From above, Uratos stilled. Something in her voice resonated with something in him.

Not understand, not fully anyway…

But recognition of absence. Of loneliness that yearned to be filled.

He had felt it before all of this….In his own way…but still. Toji exhaled through his nose, glancing briefly toward the back before speaking again.

“…We …..actually just got one in,” he said, tone casual but deliberate. “ A cat…a few days ago.”

You looked up slightly and Himari shot him a withering look that screamed ‘of all the times?!’

But you didn’t seem to react badly.

“Oh?”

His wife smiled faintly, thanking the stars above that you didn’t get offended.

“…Yes! …He’s…different.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Toji muttered with amusement.

“And We weren’t planning on keeping him,” she continued, ignoring him easily. “But he kind of…stayed.”

“Toji caught him running around the city like he owned it,” she added, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“That’s because he did,” Toji said flatly. “I’m pretty damn sure he LET me catch him outta pity or boredom cus the little shits been lounging around here ever since… and he won’t let anybody take him when they offer to buy ‘im!”

A small pause.

Then, Himari gasped softly, tugging on Toji’s shirt.

“…Maybe,” she said slowly, glancing between you and him, “you could take him?!”

Silence.

Reader blinked and Toji blanched. Uratos’ six eyes widened as he leaned down even more from above them.

“…What?” You both said at the same time.

“So we don’t have to keep pretending we’re not getting attached,” Himari added. “And we’d still get to see him!! And so you have something to brighten your day!! Oh it’s perfect!!”

His wife nudged him lightly and now it was Toji’s turn to shoot her a look.

“That’s not how you phrase that.”

But she ignored him and looked back at you again, softer this time.

“…Only if you want to. No pressure..just a suggestion?”

You hesitated, fingers tightening slightly around the strap of your bag.

“I don’t know if I’m…ready for that yet.?”

‘Fair.’ Uratos thought but damn it…he kind of ..DID…want to go with her.

And that small thought was what had him moving, shifting along the shelving, quietly dropping onto the counter behind their turned backs with a soundless thud.

Then-

‘Mewwwww!’

Three pairs of eyes turned and there he was.

“There he is. I swear that cats secretly a human.” Toji mused lowly and Himari giggled. (Uratos would’ve snorted at that if he wasn’t so interested in you.)

Your eyes, upon seeing him, widened and your mouth dropped slightly in a way that made Uratos preen. His fur caught the light first, dark but with many colors and white dots that look like stars speckled against a galaxy , shifting subtly as if something beneath it refused to stay still. And then his eyes… he had six?! What the hell?! And they were such a deep and rich blue that made you feel like you were being sucked into a black hole! And all of them were fixed on you. You blinked, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in and gulped in awe.

“…Oh.”

That was it.Just….wow.Uratos moved slowly towards the edge of the counter, his eyes remaining on you. And you, in turn, approached him slowly. When he got close to you and you leaned down until you were in front of his face he made the sound.

Soft.A small, deliberate mewl. A sound if fascination …and need.Something in your expression shifted immediately.

“…You’re—”

You exhaled again, something lighter breaking through the sadness that had been seemingly plaguing you.

“…okay, you’re really weird. But also…kind of cute…??? Like what??”

Uratos sat, letting her appraise and overlook him.

You hesitated only for a second before slowly reaching out with a slightly shaky hand.

Your fingers brushed against his fur and he didn’t pull away. He didn’t even move as you scratched his neck. Only watched you and purred.

“…okay he’s kind of ..super …cute,” you admitted quietly.

Toji snorted again.

“‘Kind of’ is generous. He’s disgustingly adorable. And a pain in the ass. Acting all high n mighty-

Himari interrupted and added. “And we took him to the vet already, got him vaccinated and such… he’s clean and everything.”

You let out a soft breath, your hand lingering against him just a little longer than necessary.

“…What’s his name?”

A pause.

Toji glanced over at Himari and they both shrugged.

“actually…we never gave him one. Yknow, never name an animal you aren’t keeping or whatnot…we just called him kitty, KitKat,…little shit-“

While Toji kept talking , Uratos continued to stare into your intrigued eyes and his antennae twitched. Ever since he’d gotten to this planet and been in this form..he hadn’t felt the need to use any of his many abilities…. But now that you were inquiring about his name…he couldn’t help BUT to gently and telepathically spell out his name for you in your mind. You blinked and, unconsciously, you said his name.

“…U…Uratos….?”

Toji and Himari both looked at you in surprise and Himari smiled.

“Oh that’s such a cute name? How did you come up with that so fast? See, you’re both perfect for each other!”

You nodded and said his name again.

Uratos was over the moon, his “heart” rejoicing immensely.

Yes, say his name.

Uratos, Uratos, Uratos.

Your hand moved again, gentler this time and his purring grew louder in turn.

“…Okay,” you said softly, almost like you were convincing herself. Or you had convinced yourself. “Yeah.”

A small pause.

Then….

“I’ll take him.”

Himari and Toji blinked and the pregnant woman clapped joyously, Toji grunting as she tugged on his arm but smiled nonetheless.

Amidst the noise, Uratos closed his eyes briefly, leaning into your touch. Not from exhaustion or sleepiness. From acceptance…and this time he wasn’t just allowing it. He was accepting it whole heartedly.

(HOLY SHITE THIS TOOK FOREVER. 7k WORDS?? I ALMOST CRIED. IM FINNA START UPLOADINGNON SATURDAYS LMAO. THANK YOU FOR READING!!)

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[baby-fruits]

STAR SANCTUARY warnings: everyone is aged up 21+, gn reader, alien gojo au, first meet, vomit, one-sided enemies to enemies, angst synopsis: there's no time to process anything that's happening. traffic piling up at five in the morning, your parents having already dragged you out of bed in your own apartment without explanation, loud sirens bursting your eardrums. you don't even hear your name being called and it's too late to say goodbye.

note: this is the first fic of my alien gojo au that has been in the back of my noggin for like a year now lmao i wrote this in one sitting just straight from the dome with half an idea and making up stuff as i go along and trying to have fun with it but this is technically the first meet in the au timeline. id love to write more stuff if i ever have the time or just generally indulge in the au. here's my post about the au with links and such if you're interested in what i have and enjoy <3

minors & ageless blogs dni - you will be blocked

Everything happened so incredibly fast.

That's what they normally say, right? In the movies or books when something bad happens; a life changing event such as a zombie apocalypse breaking out, or watching a loved one die right before your eyes. Moments that span a few minutes to hours or even days in reality, but in your mind, it all happens in the blink of an eye.

One moment you're dreaming about losing your car in a full, multi-story parking garage; the next you're violently throwing up on shag carpet after it feels like your entire body was turned inside out and back.

Before that, though, you're in your parents car, half asleep as sirens blare. You've never heard them before and it feels like they hardly wake you up. Red numbers on the center console at the front of the car indicate it's barely five in the morning—that can't be right, there's way to many cars on the road.

"What's going on?" You ask your mom from the backseat, her face highlighted by the red brake lights of the car in front. "Is there a zombie breakout? Nukes?"

"Don't be rediculous." She responds but can't seem to bring herself to elaborate.

From the drivers seat, your dad grumbles to himself about the stand-still traffic, cursing those who were also alarmed by the siren. You don't even live with your parents, so them coming to pick you up just before the sirens started should've been cause for concern, but in your half asleep and anxious state, you barely think about it.

Just like you don't think when you're ushered out of the car by your dad to follow the plethora of other people who have taken to foot. Thankfully you'd put some sleep shorts on the night prior or else you'd be running down the road not only bare foot, but bare ass too.

The sirens are louder outside the car. It feels like they're under your skin, vibrating directly against your veins and setting off your fight-or-flight worse than it already is. Bodies push against you and even shove you into the parallel cars to get ahead, though you still aren't sure what they're in a rush for. Urgency is in the air and you have no idea what's the cause for concern.

Eventually, your dad who was leading the way stops in front of a crowd that have also come to a stand still. A gathering that ends with all the people who'd pushed ahead and gotten here before you—wherever here is. Grumbling to yourself before looking over the crowd, you see an enormous, glowing…spaceship?

The thing was huge, rectangular but in a way that was oddly sleek and rounded, unlike anything you've ever seen before. The bright blue light that eminates from the entryway are almost blinding. How you missed it up until now is a mystery—you've been too focused on keeping yourself calm under the irritable sounds of what seems like a warning.

You don't actually recall what happened from there. What was being said by someone in front of the ship, the purpose of the prop, why the sirens were ringing loud to call everyone here. It felt like you were the only person in the dark, feeding off of the negative energy that surrounds you in the cool summer air. You do remember thinking this was a stupid prank some celebrity is pulling for their name in the magazines. A new sci-fi movie and this is a public stunt that you and thousands of other people here aren't going to appreciate at all.

You do remember your name being called and you hadn't realised it. Your mom weeps like you've never seen before, your dad consoling her and your arms being tugged forward into the crowd. Strangers looking around and parting for you like biblical imagery. Dragged forward and passed to those ahead by your wrists to keep you going. You tried to fight it because you had no idea what was going on, barely registering your moms tears. She was gone when you tried to look behind you, hidden by the closing sea of people after you'd passed, soon to be a memory.

There were two men on an elevated platform at the front of the crowd. One of the men smiles down at you in faux sympathy, while the other beams to wide that it matches the rest of his inhuman features. They grab onto you from the crowd—more hands that touch you without permission—pulling you up onto the stage with them. The inhuman man creature holds onto you with his freezing cold hands, tight, as though you'll leap back into the crowd otherwise. The other human man says something to you, out of range of the microphone he holds, but you are too confused and scared to hear what it was.

You think you were crying for your parents as you're dragged up pristine white stairs. It would be in your nature to fight—fuck, it would be in anyone's nature to fight something like this. Being dragged away from your parents like a naughty child; only you're a twenty eight year old adult who's been entirely independant of your parents for some years now.

The creature says something to you after the door had closed and you were dragged into the spaceship. Again, you were too scared to hear him. Terrified of what was happening, where you were going and what they were doing to you. It doesn't feel like a game no more. This isn't some kind of publicity stunt.

You want your mom.

And that's how you came to staring into a pool of your own vomit on a fuzzy, baby pink rug. Tears sting along your waterline and your stomach continues to churn, breathing heavily as you whimper and cry, too scared of how your body and head feels to move. Whatever happened really did feel like your body had been turned inside out; skin buried deep within where your internal organs should be, maybe even merged into the marrow of your bones, while everything else was dragged outside and exposed to the elements. All before forcably being shoved the right way around again.

"—Wasn't so bad, was it?"

A pathetic whimper escapes you, not in response to the creature you abducted you, but in anguish. It feels like your entire body is about to explode. You're going to fall over if you try and stand up or even raise your head. Nothing feels normal. Everything really did happen so incredibly fast and you can't even begin to process how you're supposed to be feeling.

"I heard one time a sacrifice died on take off because they didn't brace. Splattered all over the walls," The creature makes a wet explosion sound for emphasis. "That was a few sacrifices ago. I'm sure technology on this ship has changed since then, but I'm glad you didn't redecorate with your insides—just the rug I got you."

His words reach your ears and you understand them, though you don't actually process them. You're too busy fighting with your mind and body on moving. Thinking about it makes you dizzy and your stomach bubble with bile. You have to move, though, because your arms are starting to hurt and your sense of smell is returning.

When you eventually move, it's to roll over onto your back beside the pool of last nights half digested dinner. The cieling is sterile white and seamless. A sight that only lasts for a few seconds before the creature leans into your vision, giving you the first chance to actually look at him—albeit upside down.

On first glance it looks just like a regular man, an uncanny valley feeling that makes you really look at him. Eyes much bigger than any normal human, bright, crystal blue irises that take up a good portion of his face. A smile that pulls too wide to be normal, highlighting the curves of marked skin under his eyes that you mistook for wrinkles. They're too prominent and purposeful for natural aging. His complexion was too pale for anything normal, too. So white that it's almost blue. Human enough.

"What are you…?" You ask breathless, fearing both the question and the answer.

"I'm Satoru Gojo, your new life partner." The creature beams and it feels as though your body had been turned inside out again.

The dark liquid in the cup you held had finally stopped rippling. Your hands were no longer shaking, but that doesn't mean your mind wasn't rattling like the inside of a washing machine. Gojo, the creature, had dragged you from the floor onto a couch in the same room, draping a blanket over your head to stun you into submission while it made you a hot drink. It said something about reading boiling Earth leaves helps soothe sacrifices. You're too out of your mind to care.

You don't dare drink whatever it is the creature has given you. The only reason you're still on the couch with a blanket is because it does bring you some sort of comfort. Shameful as it is to indulge in something your kidnapper has given you, it's the only thing you can hold onto to keep yourself grounded and wait out this horrificly strange nightmare.

That's all this is; a fucked up and realistic nightmare that you're going to wake up from and wonder how you could've possibly believed any of it was real. A spaceship and a vaguely inhuman creature that's abducted you after they pulled your name out of a hat—what kind of stupid sci-fi movie is that?

You see Gojo in your peripheral, at least its dark jeans, before its head pops into your view again. All bright eyes and smug smiles. "Are you better yet? I want to talk to you."

With a furrow of your brows, you find the courage to say, "I don't want to talk to you."

Its face falls into a frown, white eyebrows furrowed to meet against the bridge of its nose, not a wrinkle in sight. "I thought you'd be excited to talk to me. I saved you from your boring life on Earth, afterall."

"Saved?!" You balk. "I didn't need saving, not by some freaky…thing that's cosplaying a-and stealing me away from my family! I don't want to be here, I don't want to talk to you, I want to go home now."

Your heart is a lump in your throat, beating so hard that it feels impossible to breathe despite your heaving chest. The air between you thickens impossibly so. You watch as Gojo's eyes turn icy and cold.

"I didn't sign up to mate with a devil—"

"Yeah well I didn't sign up at all!" You scream and cut the creature off before it could say any more, throwing your luke warm drink in his face and tossing the empty cup onto the floor. While your instinct was to run and escape from Gojo, you realise quickly that you have no idea how to do so.

Bare feet thump against the white panels on the floor, a sound that bounces against the walls of the narrow corridor. Everywhere looks the same that no matter how many turns you take, it feels like you end up in the same area over and over again. Left, right, right, left. White, white, white. You can't hear anyone (or anything) following behind you, but that doesn't stop the need to escape. Just to get away from the nauseatingly sterile hallway you try to open one of the doors, slamming your palms against the white, indented panel and the walls around it. There's no obvious handle, no buttons, nothing to indicate that it's actually a door. Finally, though, it slides open with a sharp hiss.

The light of the room turns on automatically, equally as sterile with a blue hue to show off what seems to be a storage room. Various containers full of items you can't even begin to recognise line metal shelves. It doesn't matter because it's somewhere to hide—or at least feel like you're hiding in. Scrambling to the back of the room, you drop to your knees in front of one of the metal shelves, curling up into yourself as you cry.

Cry, cry, cry.

None of this is real. It can't be. There's no way.

A nightmare you made up. A sick joke that your parents didn't warn you about. A new amusement park ride that's just a little too immersive.

All you do is cry into yourself, listening to your own wails bounce off of the sterile walls, mocking you for the pathetic being you are. If only you'd have fought harder or took notice of what was happening. There were thousands of people there, why does it feel like you're the only one who didn't know what this was? The sirens, your parents grabbing you before they'd even started. Everything in your life is gone.

Everything in your life is gone.

No!

No no no no no.

You cry harder into your hands. Pull your legs closer into yourself where possible, bend your body in an uncomfortable way just to feel something that isn't this harrowing pain in your chest. You'll wake up soon and you'll realise how stupid this was. Getting yourself so upset over a dream—but you'll be able to tell your friends about it over dinner and drinks, and you'll all laugh about how strange the brain can be to put you through that.

This time, when that same blanket is draped over you, impossibly soft and comforting, you don't stop crying. Gojo doesn't return with a drink either. Instead, it leaves you in the storage room to cry yourself into exhaustion, to pray that you'll wake up any moment now and things will be back to normal.

[faerie-somnium]

Stsg space au

Getou is the appointed biologist on a station in deep space. His main duties are to test samples taken from the neighboring planet for organic material and mineral composition that could be viable for plant growth.

Gojo is a space traveling alien (with literal six eyes hehe). Because of some ancient disaster his species is largely solitary but they're also incredibly adept at analyzing and mimicking other intelligent life forms for survival. In a chance encounter on a barren planet except for its cave systems, Gojo is curious about these creatures that almost resemble him and follows them back to their station.

Space is a lonely place, especially for stsg. The other crew members at the station are hypermilitaristic types-only motivated in finding potential alien threats or unbelieving in alien life entirely. Getou can't relate to that and feels his life's research is being exploited. Gojo of course has spent most of his life alone. He knows his species stories and that they once had a rich culture but has wondered the expanse of space alone longer than any time spent with others like him.

When Getou discovers Gojo sneaking around watching him, he quickly discerns the alien seems to mean no harm. Instead, he feels as if they're the same in some way. As they learn how to communicate and get to know each other, Getou desperately keeps Gojo hidden from his crew while Gojo has secrets of his own.

[dairyfaerie]

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★ Message from the Stars • 4|| "Starlight revealed”

{SERIES SUMMARY } - After the loss of your beloved cat, Apollo, you adopt a strange six-eyed "cat" from a shady animal shelter to fill the silence....unaware that it's actually Uratos Gooj, an seven-foot alien prince hiding from an arranged royal marriage. As he observes your human life from the safety of your home, his curiosity slowly turns into all-consuming obsession... and he begins to believe you belong to him.

{PAIRING)- ALIEN:Gojo x Human Female Reader

{TAGS !!)- MDNI, 18+ in the last 2 chapters(l think), alien biology, obsessive behavior, size difference (he's literally 7ft when not a cat), female reader, eventual smut, mating cycles, cunningulushe's a eater fri), possessiveness, stalking but make it extraterrestrial, slow burn, emotional confusion, reader unknowingly living with an alien royal, transformation scenes, minor intergalactic politics later on, Mei mei(yuck), fluff, piv, nsfw, Hurt/comfort, slight dominance/ submission, Happy ending (yayayayayay!) w.c: 6.0k

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Inspired by @spideyyeet

Getting accustomed to living with you was easier than Uratos had previously thought.

And , No, It wasn’t due to the fact that he was hopelessly obsessed with you or because he wanted you to coddle and show him overwhelming love, affection and devotion. No! From the moment he entered your home, you handled him kindly and in a way that required nothing from him in return, your attention constant, your touch gentle, your voice soft every time you spoke to him like he understood every word…which he very much so did and he liked when you called him a “good boy”. He had no idea what the hell it meant but the way you said it made him so happy.

And You…You spoiled him without hesitation.

He was given space without him needing to he ask for it, a luscious bed in your room right beside your bed filled with cushions(that he also didn’t really sleep in because you let him sleep in your bed most of the time) , and attention before he ever sought it out. You let him sit wherever he pleased, go wherever he wanted in your apartment, and held him without question when he climbed into your arms, your soft, fingers brushing through his ‘fur’ like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And He didn’t resist any of it. No, he indulged in it. He loved it. He loved it so much he almost wished he could get drunk off of it.

You were so easy to like…

So Warm and consistent in a way nothing else had ever been before in his life. Not unless he’d made it so.

But , even with how quickly and intensely he …adored(obsessed over) her… There were some things that he couldn’t let slide..

The first thing Uratos quickly understood on the very first day with you was that he did NOT like the food you gave him….The food you had first attempted to give him was some sort of dry, uniform pebbles she poured into his bowl each morning… Something lifeless and bland in both scent and texture, something that existed only to sustain rather than to be enjoyed like the food Toji and his wife had given him.., and, after giving it more consideration than it truly deserved, he simply turned away from it as if it had failed him personally. You noticed immediately (like ten minutes after. Uratos swooned)and when you crouched beside him with a small crease between your brows and nudged the bowl closer as if proximity would somehow make it more appealing, he didn’t even look at it this time, choosing instead to lift his blue starry gaze to yours with quiet, unspoken expectation before deliberately turning his back, mewing and leaving the message clear without needing to further elaborate.

“So you’re not gonna eat the food then..?”

“Mew.”

“…..What a picky kitty.”

“Meewwwwww.”

So You, being the considerate kind angel he viewed you as, spent the rest of the day going out to buy different varieties of cat food and brought them all home for Uratos to try.You were so devoted to him! You sweet, sweet human..he wanted to eat you~..Uratos, in turn, humored you and sniffed every single bowl of food you put before him…. And, at some point, he decided he was not built for repetition without result, and he stopped sniffing the different foods. Defeated, you decided to take a break and make dinner…to relieve yourself from how bad you felt for not being able to feed him something he liked.

Uratos, who had been napping on your living room couch, awoke to the smell of something good being prepared.

Not the dull, repetitive scent of the dry food she usually left in his bowl, but something yummier… things he’d learned from The Fushiguro’s… the smell of garlic, the melting of butter, and something simmering in a pan that made the air feel warm instead of flat.

He slowly lifted his head from the couch , all six blue eyes tracking the shift in the room as he stretched, jumped down from the couch, and then moved toward the kitchen with quiet certainty.

And there you were…In a cute little frock with something covering your pretty hair, your glasses perched on your nose..

And , Oh, you were cooking. How intriguing. He wondered what exactly you were making at moment. Whatever it was, it smelled heavenly. And he was curious as to what it was so he jumped on top of the counter with a little meow.

The pan hissed softly on softly on the stove noodles bubbling in a separate pot, sauce bubbling as you stirred it with a metal spatula. Cheese melted into it in uneven patches, steam curling upward in slow waves that made the whole thing look alluring. Stars above, it really did smell so good. His bowl sat nearby, untouched.

He didn’t even look at it.

You , who had headphones in and had been disassociating, noticed him eventually and glanced over at him with a sweet smile. 
“Uratos? What’s wrong…?”

Uratos didn’t react to her sweet voice though…He just stared at the pan. At the bubbling noodles and delicious smelling sauce. Then at you. Then back again.

You blinked and , then, you seemed to understand what he was trying to convey and then exhaled.

“You already have food…Uratos…..And I don’t think I should give you …spaghetti? Is that even safe for cats to eat??”

(Do NOT give your cat spaghetti sauce Twin-..This is FICTION!!!!!)

He stepped closer while you rambled instead, sitting beside the stove on the counter like it was the most natural place to be, watching without blinking.

Just…waiting. And you tried to ignore him and his big pretty eyes. You REALLY did.

But then, you finally conceded, sighed and got a plastic spoon to dip in the sauce before holding it out to him, your expression saying you already knew you’d lost.

Uratos took it immediately, his (turquoise?!) tongue flitting out to lap at the sauce on the spoon greedily.

The taste was …glorious. He shivered with delight, a little purr leaving him.

His gaze lifted back to you once he finished, meowing with gratitude.

You stared, gawking at your cat.

“…You’re joking…….”

Uratos meowed again, looking at you expectantly…. Waiting for …more??

You laughed under your breath, shaking your head as you spoke to yourself. “Oh my stars…I can’t believe I’m about to do this…..”

Then, you gave him another bite. Then another…. and then his bowl of bland pebbles was quickly tossed and refilled with pasta sauce. Sometimes, she laughed at that memory, even going so far as to call him ‘Mr.Picky’ because he had a taste for human food and from that point forward, the bowl you filled each day were things you made specifically for him.

Stars, he needed you so bad! How sweet you were to him, how kind, how pretty you were for a human!! His “heart” beat for you and only you! If only he could be himself and show you what and who he was!! Would you like him?? Still adore him?? Show him your sweet love and affection????

And the thing about Uratos was when you didn’t notice him immediately, he corrected that by meowing loudly, nudging your leg, thigh or hand (depending on what you were doing) just enough to interrupt your focus, not aggressively but not gently either, a quiet insistence that demanded your total attention and acknowledgment, and if you still didn’t respond quickly enough, he escalated without hesitation, climbing into your lap and yowling for your affections.

And it always worked. Another thing Uratos learned that he disliked was when you had to study for your college.

Not because he disliked watching you work…quite the opposite. He adored watching you. He could watch you all day, every day. He loved the way your brows furrowed when you concentrated, how you chewed absentmindedly on the end of your pen whenever you got stuck on something difficult, how your lips moved slightly while rereading notes under your breath.

What he disliked was the fact that your attention stopped belonging entirely to him during it. At first, he tried simply laying beside your ..metal thing that you kept pressing things on(a laptop) with his head resting on your arm, pretending that was enough. It lasted maybe twenty minutes before he started nudging your arm every time you stopped petting him for too long.

Other times, he’d sprawl directly across your textbooks like a dying Victorian woman, making you sigh and lift his heavy body just to keep reading. If you ignored him for too long, he would hook one claw gently into your sleeve and slowly drag your hand back toward him without an ounce of shame. “You are so dramatic,” you’d guffaw and laugh incredulously.

Uratos blinked lazily up at you from where he’d deliberately placed himself across your notes. Then, maintaining eye contact the entire time, he placed one paw directly over the sentence you were reading and meowed.

You gasped. “Uratos!”

He purred as if to say ‘That’s my name~ Don’t wear it out.’

And somehow, despite yourself, you ended up spending more time kissing the top of his head than actually studying.

Which, in Uratos’s opinion, was exactly how things should be.

The television was another discovery he’d made while living with you, and what had begun as curiosity shifted into a lazy habit. It all started when Uratos kept trying to follow you to the bathroom whenever you had to use it and you tried to get him to understand that he couldn’t come with you.

You noted that He disliked when you left whether it was a short or long period of time. Your late pet,rest in peace, used to laze about, not caring what she did. Always sleeping and demanding food…But Uratos had proved to you very quickly that he wasn’t an ordinary cat.

(And his obsession and need for you was so strong! He hated when you were gone even for a second or few minutes :(….) So, she plopped him down on her bed and turned on her TV, introducing him to the vastness of the internet. She left him there watching some guy who seemed to be playing something called “Resident evil Requiem”(?) and he kept saying “Samurai slice that like button?”(whatever the hell that meant..) Nevertheless, the introduction to TV was very helpful for you who had to leave to go to school on weekdays and then work afterwards… because the moment she left each day, he claimed the center of your bed without hesitation, specifically on top of your pillows , using his paws…to somehow turn on the TV with the remote and put something on.He did not watch just for entertainment alone…No, Uratos was fascinated by the fact that despite this planets technology being centuries behind compared to his empire…they had something as simple as this thing called a TV that could relay information effortlessly and quicker than the holograms on his planet. It was intriguing really…and fun. A fun, lazy pastime he overindulged in with delight.

By the time you returned each day, he was always there on your pillow, splayed out exactly as he’d been when you left , yet the moment he heard the front door open, his attention shifted instantly and he left his place, prowling happily to greet you… And upon seeing the subtle drop of your shoulders, the quiet exhale you made from a long day of troubles, the slight change in your posture depending on how the day had treated you. In turn, he’d follow after you as you settled down and meow softly, nuzzling your leg and trying to cheer you up. When you commented on his behavior , calling him ridiculous in that quiet, fond way you had developed, he preened with joy. And when the you sat down, he adjusted, closing the space between you two and claiming his spot on your lap. He loved your lap, he loved when you pet him, he loved…..

Anyway, he loved the free range you allowed him to have. How he could

sleep right next to you at night positioning himself close enough to feel the steady rhythm of your breathing(so cute) , occasionally resting against you just enough to confirm your presence without waking you up.

When you moved in her sleep, your arm sometimes shifted around him unconsciously, pulling him closer and when it happened, he’d go still for a second before shivering with delight, all six of his eyes boring into your sleeping form.

‘Love you,Love you,Love you, Love you,Love you,Love you Love you,Love you,Love you, Love you,Love you,Love you Love you,Love you,Love you, Love you,Love you,Love you’

His days consisted of you…His entire world had narrowed down to you. All he wanted was you…to be with him every day.The routine you too had was sacred to him..so much so that time passed by rapidly..days turning into weeks..weeks turning into months.. almost an entire 365.25 rotations..(1 year)And he HATED when others were around you…. A good example of this was that one night ..that night that still boiled Uratos’ blood to this day…

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The apartment had stopped being just “loud” about forty minutes ago. It had become something closer to controlled chaos, the air filled with smell of cooked ground beef, cheese and salsa, every light in your apartment on. You were hosting a game night with your friends from school and such! Utahime, your senior from your college, was arguing with Shiu, who insisted the rules “were vibes based anyway,” while Shoko quietly, who was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, yelled through the glass door that was not how ANY game EVER worked.

Toji, who’d originally at the table playing monopoly, had lost almost immediately and was now half-watching from the couch while watching Jeopardy reruns on the television and little Megumi was sitting beside him playing on his…whatever that little box that lit up was(a phone..). There was a little brown haired girl sitting beside Megumi too,Nobara Uratos think he’d her be called, fussing at him about whatever he was doing.

Himari, somehow, was still calmly serving snacks, laughing and spectating as well.

Uratos was lying next to Toji on the couch, lazing about. And you…God, you were all prettied up for tonight, wearing a He hadn’t bothered to get up because there was too much going on..and as long as You were happy and okay he didn’t feel the need to bother you so much. You seemed busy as is.

It was a good night.. and then, the doorbell rang. Uratos had watched as you’d stopped cooking and wiped your hands off in your apron moving to the front door to open it, not bothering to check who was behind.

Watched curiously as you exchanged words with someone his eyes couldn’t quite see…

And then… He stepped in.

Pink hair, markings on his body, eyes as red as the moon of Cepheus.

His presence was overwhelming, so much so that it made Uratos’ entire being tense with uncertainty. What the hell was this human? WAS he even human? Uratos’ six eyes scanned the man’s being as moved deeper into the house and found that he didn’t seem to exude any type of power or ability…how peculiar…he was human and yet….Uratos felt slightly intimidated (though he’d never admit that). It almost reminded him of..that thing of the void that had caused him to crash onto this planet-

But no,no…it couldn’t be.

Another followed behind him more quietly with two high ponytails, dark eyes scanning the room like he was trying to figure out how he’d made it here and why. And then, one more burst in right after him, much younger and looking exactly like the first with pink hair and bright brown eyes instead. He darted past the older two and ran straight to Megumi and Nobara on the couch.

“Megumiiiiiii!!! Nobaraaaa!!!” And jumped on them both, making Toji grunt in amusement as they all fell to the carpeted floor.

Choso shuffled to the kitchen immediately, going to the fridge to take out a drink.

“Oi, Brat!! Watch what the hell you’re doing!!” The pink haired man said, his voice deep and gruff. Uratos’ eyes narrowed. He didn’t like this guy. You, on the other hand, had closed and locked the door, shaking your head and shoving the man playfully.

“Cmon Ryomen, he’s fine….Leave em be.”

And …Ryomen(?) snorted at your protest, rolling his eyes before looking around you at the others sitting at the table.

“…This is what you’ve losers have been doing while waiting for us?” he snickered and a chorus of voices rose to point out that he showed up to hang out with the so called ‘Losers.’

Toji didn’t even look up, just yelling over his shoulder while he kept watching the TV. “Yeah….shut up, Sukuna.”

Uratos had been near him that entire time.

But now he was fully alert ..and it wasn’t just because Ryomen Sukuna..whatever the fuck his name was…was just intimidating….

Because the man was looking at you. And not in a brief or uncaring manner.

His gaze lingered as you moved back towards your spot in the kitchen at the stove, his red eyes watching you as he sat down at the table with the others.

Sukuna tilted his head slightly. “So…finally out of your little depressive phase , eh?”

You blinked, cheeks flushing lightly. “I-I…”

He smirked faintly, tilting his head at your reaction. “ Don’t bother explaining…it’s ..just nice seeing you.”

Toji ,who’d moved from his spot on the couch and to the table, grunted and sat down beside Sukuna. “Eugh, stop flirting. Start the damn game over.”

Sukuna glanced at him. “I know DAMN well you’re not talking when you and Himsri practically eye fuck eachother everytime we’re all together..Ain’t that the reason ya’ll got another bun in the oven…?”

This made everyone else snicker and Himari flushed profusely at the mention of herself being pregnant cus her husband couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

Toji muttered, “You’re just mad your ass can’t keep a woman...”

Choso, meanwhile, had already drifted slightly closer to your side of the room without realizing it, eyes softer, calmer.

“You’re…doing better, Y/N?” he asked you quietly, standing over your shoulder and watching you cook.

You nodded. “Yeah, actually…Much better.. Were you worried about me, Cho?”

He nodded and you had to resist the urge of patting his head and cooing at him like he was Uratos. He was so cute. Choso seemed to accept that like it was important information. “That’s good..I’m glad…He won’t admit it but, Sukuna was worried too.”

You hummed at the knowledge and then asked him to help you set the food on your abnormally large table for everyone to start eating. Once it was set, You grabbed drinks and cups for everyone and set them down in front of whoever was currently sitting at the table. Shiu, who’d gone to smoke out on the balcony with Shoko and had just returned, leaned back in his chair, grinning as he looked at you. “So..Our plans finally made it out of the damned groupchat.”

Toji snorted. “You’re literally the only one who decides to never show up-.”

You , however, had moved away from the others to tend to Uratos on the arm of the couch, who was preening under your attention. God, you were such a perfect human.. his perfect human. He mewed in delight as you scratched under his chin, cooing at him and such.

Sukuna ignored the other as they started bickering and instead, he called out to you, red eyes glowing with ..something Uratos couldn’t quite name. “So, what do I have to do to get your attention away from the cat?”

Both you and Uratos froze, although for ultimately different reasons. You flushed and Uratos…well, he moved instantly.

Off of the couch and in between you and the space leading to the kitchen table, the hairs on his body raised and all six of his eyes glowering.

Shiu blinked at the scene, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “Okay, yeah, you were right, Fushiguro. That cats odd as fuck.”

Utahime laughed, nudging Shoko who’d also come back inside at some point. “This is the funniest shit I’ve seen all week...”

Shoko snorted. “Sassy ass cat must sense how shitty Sukuna was as a boyfriend lollll.”

“Tch, who the fuck’s cat is this..,” Sukuna said, not quite liking the way Uratos was looking at him. Fuckass cat. “ Don’t tell me he’s yours, Y/N..”

Toji laughed , “No shit, dumbass. She’s been sending pictures of him in the groupchat for months now.”

Himari agreed with her husband, nodding and leaning into his shoulder. “He’s very attached to her…he’s honestly been like that since they first met..Isn’t he the cutest?”

Sukuna’s eyes lingered on Uratos as you went to pick him up and bring him to the table. The pink haired man scoffed. “Fuck no.”

Choso tilted his head slightly. “It doesn’t like , Ryo-.”

“I can fucking see that!”

Meanwhile, the children ,who’d all been playing with their respective devices, had crowded around You, intrigued by Uratos. “Woahhhh!! What kind of cat is this?!” Yuji said, petting Uratos on the head and smiling when he earned a purr.

Megumi shrugged.“ Dunno, dad found him …he’s a weird cat.”

“Well , I think he’s super duper pretty.. what a pretty kitty-“ Nobara said, scratching under Uratos’ chin and making him purr louder.

Shiu leaned back again, undeterred and uninterested. “Alright, can we start the game now? I’m ready to see Fushiguro lose again.” Toji shot him a withered look and Himari giggled.

“I’ll bet 50 creons that I’ll make it to top 3 ,” Toji said flatly, scowling at his friend. Shiu smiled and leaned forward.

“You always did like to gamble, fucking meathead.”

As the game started, Sukuna’s attention stayed on you, unfazed by the tension.

“You’re quieter than I remember,” he said softly. No one else noticed but Uratos who had escaped from the children and was slowly prowling nearby, listening.

You raised a brow at Sukuna’s statement.“And what does that mean..What do you remember?”

He shrugged slightly. “Just saying you were much louder in freshmen year...”

Utahime , who was nosy, interjected: “Is that supposed to be a compliment..Cus that’s not a compliment.”

Sukuna didn’t even look at her, his eyes set on you and only you. “It wasn’t meant to be.”

That tone.

That damned way he looked at you.

Uratos might have been a little emotionally detached and sometimes unable to properly decipher feelings (something Gurus teased him about often). Uratos moved again. Closer. Now fully beside you, nuzzling your leg. You picked him up and placed him on his favorite spot, your lap. He mewed triumphantly and , if he was in his regular form, he’d have been sporting a big smirk.

For now, he was satisfied. For now, he could behave while you talked to this man who clearly wanted and desired you…but you didn’t seem to have the same feelings. At least not anymore. Uratos mulled over how drastically his life had changed ever since he’d come to this place..since he’d met Toji and his wife and child..since he met YOU.

How he’d chose you over everything else without realizing he had made a choice at all. Over the television. Over exploring more of outside world. Over returning to his home world even.

Everything became secondary. You were his priority. If you moved, he followed…If you rested, he stayed. If you slept, he remained close enough to feel your presence without questioning why. At some point, He’d tried to understand it once. Why he was so infatuated with you. Why his heart seemed to beat for you so profusely more and more everyday.

Did you feel it to? Did you care? How would you react if you saw who he really was?

There was no gain, no advantage, no purpose. And yet, he couldn’t give you up.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home and you were getting ready for bed, you found yourself talking to Uratos again. Lying on your back beneath the warm glow of your bedside lamp, you stared quietly at the ceiling while Uratos rested against your stomach, listening to you as you spoke about Sukuna. About how the two of you had been together since secondary school, and how, somewhere along the way, growing up had pulled you in different directions. You told him how dreams had always burned brightly inside Sukuna like a fire, how he had chosen to chase his dreams even if it meant leaving parts of his old life behind…including you.

“But honestly…” you murmured softly, fingers absentmindedly combing through the thick galaxy-like fur along his back, “I don’t hate him or anything. I encouraged him to do it in fact. It’s just…awkward now, I guess.”

Uratos’s ears flicked slightly, his six eyes blinking slowly at your admission.

“I mean, we don’t really talk unless it’s in the group chat,” you continued with a little laugh. “And things definitely didn’t end perfectly between us…”

Your smile turned gentle then.

“But it was all still important to me. I learned a lot from loving him.”

Uratos watched you carefully..and he could see that you meant what you said.

Then you looked at him, your expression warming up again.

“And I know…” you said softly, “I’d like to love someone again someday.”

His shivered at those words, wondering if you could feel how fast his ‘heart’ was beating due to how flustered he was?

You continued.

“Honestly, you helped me more than anyone knows, Uratos. After my old cat died, after everything with Sukuna…I was in such abad place .”

Your fingers scratched beneath his chin lovingly.

“But you made things feel warm again.”

Uratos let out a low sound at that, puffing his chest slightly in smug satisfaction. As if to say ‘Ha, I’m the honored one of course’.

You burst out laughing immediately, shaking your head

“Oh my god, you’re so full of yourself! What am I gonna do with you?”

He meowed proudly anyway and that made you pull him closer. You hugged him against your chest, pressing kisses all over his face and soft fur, Uratos accepting the affection with visible satisfaction.

Then, after a moment, he looked up at you expectantly, politely even. Like he was asking permission.

‘May I kiss you back?’

Your laugh softened. And he could see how clearly fond you were of him..

“So gentlemanly,” you teased. “You know you can kiss me whenever you want, Uratos. My pretty kitty.”

That was all the invitation he needed and he immediately began licking at your cheeks with his strange warm tongue, earning another fit of sleepy laughter from you as you squirmed against your pillows.

Eventually, though, exhaustion began catching up to you, your movements slowing and your eyelids drooping.

Uratos watched quietly as sleep started pulling you under, and he gently nuzzled himself closer into your warmth as you reached over to turn off your light. You hummed softly, stroking the top of his head, slower now as you both settled down for the night.

Then, half asleep, barely conscious of what you were saying anymore, you mumbled softly into the darkness.

“Oh, Uratos…”

Your fingers slowed against his fur.

“If only there was someone like you…”

A quiet laugh escaped you…

“…Just, y’know…in human form.”

Then you fell asleep.

But that? That line stuck with him for the rest of the night, his blue eyes watching over you as he thought about what you’d said until morning.

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The first sign something was wrong with Uratos came quietly. Too quietly.

Because Uratos was NEVER quiet in the way ordinary cats were. Even at his most laziest, there was always awareness in him… his watchful blue eyes tracking your movements through the apartment, a little meow of need when we’re gone for too long, some dramatic refusal to eat anything that wasn’t fresh and warm from your own plate.

But now..he barely moved at all. He stayed in his spot on your bed all day.. only following you if you moved too far away into some other part of the apartment.

At first, you thought he was just tired.The semester had been exhausting, and admittedly, you’d spent more time buried in assignments than paying attention to how strangely clingy he’d become over the past week or so. He followed you constantly now. Not in his usual proud, deliberate way either. It was almost desperate.

When you stood up, he stood up, if you left the room, he followed and if shut the bathroom door, he sat outside of it and yowled until you opened it again.

It would’ve been funny if it hadn’t started scaring you. Especially because he felt burning hot all the time.

“Stars above….Uratos???”

You frowned one evening while holding him against your chest, immediately pulling him away slightly when the heat from his body seeped through your shirt. He was hotter than a suncake! He let out a weak sound in response, those pretty eyes of his fluttering as he pushed himself back into your arms anyway. But you, you were unnerved.

“No, no, baby, you’re way too warm…”

Your hand moved over his fur anxiously. Even his breathing seemed different…slower, heavier, uneven in places like he was struggling to fully settle. Restless and uncomfortable. Uratos stared at you.

And that look…stars, that look unsettled you. Because it didn’t feel quite animal.

It felt exhausted.Hungry. Needy in some strange all consuming way you couldn’t quite understand.

The next few days only got worse.

Uratos stopped eating properly unless you were sitting right beside him while he did. Even then, he barely touched his food before abandoning it to curl himself around you again. And now he slept constantly.

Or at least he tried to. But every time he drifted off, he woke moments later looking restless and irritated, claws flexing against blankets while low sounds rumbled in his throat.

And the heat, it became unbearable. Unmanageable. You woke up one night sweating because he’d practically attached himself to your stomach like a living furnace.

“Okay, that’s it.”You sat up immediately, panic finally overtaking denial as Uratos barely reacted beyond weakly blinking up at you.

“We’re going to the vet.”

But even the visit to the vet visit helped absolutely nothing.

“He looks healthy.”

You gawked at the doctor like he’d lost his mind. You pointed at Uratos, who was currently lying on his tummy breathing shakily.

“He’s barely eating!”

“He may just be stressed.”

“He clearly in distress?!!”

The older veterinarian looked a little confused while Uratos glared weakly at him as you picked him up with shaking hands.

“He’s…a very unusual breed…”the vet admitted carefully, clearly trying not to sound TOO concerned. “It’s possible his body temperature naturally runs higher than average-“

“Higher than average?” you repeated incredulously, body trembling with emotion. “He could cook an egg right now. He’s clearly NOT okay!!”

Uratos blinked slowly at you from beneath half-lidded eyes, mewing weakly.

Then deliberately pressed his burning face against your chest again.

And, ultimately, they could find nothing wrong with Your poor cat. His vitals were normal. No infection, no visible illness, no injury.

Nothing.

But the days kept passing.

And Uratos kept getting worse.

Sometimes you’d catch him staring at you in ways that made your chest tighten anxiously…not aggressive, not frightening, but intense enough that it almost felt painful to look back at his eyes. Other times, he seemed barely conscious at all, sprawled across your bed while strange flickers of blue light occasionally shimmered beneath his fur before vanishing again. Once, you swore his body looked…wrong for a second.

Too large.

Like something inside of him had shifted before snapping back into place.

You’d nearly cried right there.

By the end of the week, exhaustion had completely overtaken you too. You’d skipped all of your classes, called out of work for the week and resigned yourself to your room.

You sat beside your bed one night with swollen eyes and shaky hands while Uratos slept in the center of your blankets, curled tightly into himself. He looked so miserable.

So much tinier and weaker.

And no matter what you did, you couldn’t fix it. You had tried everything in your power to help him. And , still, it wasn’t enough.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” you whispered brokenly, wiping at your face as tears fell down your cheeks. Uratos twitched faintly in his sleep at the sound of your voice.

“You can’t die too… please..”

Your throat tightened painfully.

Please not again. Not another one… Not after everything. You weren’t ready.

The thought alone made more tears slide down your cheeks as you rested your head against the mattress beside him and let out a broken sob.

Please..don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

Eventually, exhaustion dragged you under too and you fell asleep with tears on your wet lashes.

.

.

.

You didn’t know how much time passed before something woke you.

Heat and not gentle warmth.

Overwhelming, unbearable heat.

Like you were standing directly in front of the sun.

Your room felt suffocatingly hot, thick with pressure that made your breathing catch as you stirred awake with a quiet sound of discomfort. Stars, had your AC gone out or something? You had to make sure Uratos was okay too since he’d already been overheating as well.

“…Uratos…?”

Still half asleep, you reached toward the bed beside you, patting the spot he’d been in.

And froze.

Because what met your fingers wasn’t fur… It was…skin. Or something close to it.

Your eyes snapped open fully, a noise of confusion leaving you.

At first, your exhausted brain couldn’t understand what it was seeing.

Someone…something…was lying in your bed where Uratos was. Tall. Big, even while half curled against your covers. Super duper Naked.Smooth , beautiful blue skin shimmered faintly beneath the dim light leaking through your curtains, reminding you faintly of polished stone beneath clear blue water.

Four arms, what looked to be six eyes behind white lashes.

Long white hair spilled across your pillow like liquid shadow threaded with starlight, blue antennae’s protruding from his scalp.

His entire being pulsated like a star…

And despite how inhuman he was…

he was beautiful.

Beautiful in the same way deep oceans or collapsing stars were beautiful.

She could feel it..that this was something ancient. Otherworldly. Wrong. Yet impossible not to stare at.

Your breath caught violently in your throat.

And then… he began to stir, white lashes fluttering slowly.

His eyes opened and sat up slowly, and you were met with the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen.He looked at you. Noticed your shocked expression and cocked his head to the side, disoriented and confused.

Then suddenly ..hyperaware.

Shit, his form-.

You screamed.

Loud enough to shake the apartment walls.

The being startled violently at the sound, expression twisting immediately as if the movement itself hurt him. He looked flushed.

You realized it was him radiating that unbearable heat.

Your heart nearly stopped when his gaze locked onto you fully.

Not because he looked dangerous.

But because you…you recognized those eyes.

Your voice was faint and unsure as you spoke into the dark.

“…Uratos?”

AN: Omg I absolutely hated this chapter..I hope yall like it..Apologies for taking an EXTRA THREE DAYS…I might redo this chapter or add more onto it cus I didn’t proofread this …..but I really wanted to post this since I forgot to post a snippet. Thank you being patient! 🖤

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