guys i wish Time Lords looked less human. i wanna have their eyes tinted gold with oval pupils and their ears be slightly pointed and their blood be more visibly orange. like make them a bit uncanny yknow. fuck with the mind. āoh youāre human!- oh waitā
Don't you think at least some species of alien would it find it odd how prone we humans are to pack bonding? And how would they react to meeting a human whose need for connection has NOT been met?
Right now, we are thinking lonely little teenage boy has decided, fuck it, these aliens wanna scan my brain and I've got nothing to lose. They have observed his peculiar behavior and lack of pack bonding. And his quite snarky attitude. So, anyway, you got a brain scanning thingy pictured, alright? Yes? And these aliens, well, they're not even remotely prepared for what they find.
Originally they thought the whole bonding with anything and everything was just a weird thing we do for fun. But no. We NEED it. They test other humans who also have little to no one, and most results just all come out with the same deep longing for connection. The same incompleteness. The same something that doesn't have a name and can't be communicated into words, only being described as a deeply rooted need to be understood.
Imagine them finding that. I like to think that they would have a new found sense of sympathy for the bleeding, lonely hearts of humans. It's not an earth shattering topic, I know. Maybe it would give them a new perspective on just how much Human Bob absolutely NEEDS to see his friend Human Roger when he whines about being on opposite sides of the ship. Ooh, maybe they would implicate a Human Buddy System, just so nobody is alone. Ah, the poor introverts.
So. I just think if aliens were to discover how intense being lonely can be for humans and probably some other species, they'd... I dunno. Feel all bad for us and give friends. Or something.
{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, cunningulus he'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: 4.2k
masterlist || chpt 1 || chpt 3 || visual art
Dedicated to @madamechrissy
Inspired by @spideyyeet
Uratos Gooj had crossed more of the universe than heād ever thought heād see.
Worlds that burned in colors his empire never recorded in their thousands, if not millions , of scrolls, planets that breathed as living breathing creatures that floated in space, living structures shifting beneath unfamiliar suns.āØCivilizations that thrived without the need for conquest, without war, without anything he had been taught was absolutely necessary for āsurvival.ā For power.
He had walked among them all unnoticed and unneeded by their residents,their inhabitantsā¦
And now ā¦he truly felt freeā¦
He had learned things the high council had never bothered to teach him. That food was not just something to eat to sustainā¦but to savor and even enjoy. That laughter could exist without having to be suppressed. That children could be just thatā¦children. That timeā¦ could be spent without care, not commanded. That he couldāve lived a life he wanted all along.Gurus had been right. He usually was(Annoyingly so.)There was more to life than being a weapon. It had taken him weeks to understand that as he traversed the universe, explored galaxies and suchā¦Had taken him Longer to accept it. And for all the worlds he had seenā¦ for all the places that had blurred together into distant, hazy memories there was one planet that wouldnāt leave his mind anytime soon.
A small dwarf planetā¦.not too advanced, not too bigā¦not even that beautiful.Justā¦the one where he had stayed. Where he felt at ā¦complete... A quiet planet made of glass and smoke ,wrapped in warm and crystalline light.āØWhere the air carried a stillness that didnāt feel emptyā¦justā¦there.
The isolated Brenyaiar Golten, the planet of glass and light. It stretched wide instead of tall, its planes made from smooth, translucent materials that caught and bent the glow of drifting lanterns overhead. Similar to the Gooj empire..but infinitely smaller. Like a rural village. Vapor curled through the streets in soft ribbon-like coils, warm and fragrant, clinging faintly to the skin and fabric of all that walked its streets.The entire place felt like it was breathing, unrushed, unbotheredā¦free. Its residents, the goltenians, were a quiet folk who spent their days trading with merchants from other worlds and harvesting the strange crops that grew from their soil.
This planet is where he had met someone who did not look at him like a god, or a weapon, or a threat.
āā¦Tch..what am I doingā¦,ā he muttered to himself. He hadnāt meant to stay so longā¦.really, there was nothing particularly interesting or special about this planetā¦.and yet he found himself wandering the same streets.
It irritated him immensely, how something in him was unsatisfied with the thought of leaving the planet. Heād been traveling through the village without purpose like heād done on previous planets. His four arms and strong physique hidden beneath a long, dark cloak. Glow dimmed and maintained, his top and bottom eyes remain closed behind his royal head gear.
His powerful presence was restrainedā¦but not completely gone. Few looked his way in curiosity ā¦most didnāt bat an eye. Good. Moving through the busy streets of this planet made of smoke and glass, Uratos hadnāt intended to stop.
He had no destination.
No purpose beyond movement. Only the need to satisfy his desire to stayā¦And yet, something drew him.
It wasnāt the noise. The sound of laughter and celebrationā¦There was plenty of that.
It was the warmth.
It wrapped around him and practically entranced him...made something within him yearn for something he hadnāt gotten the chance to experience in his younger yearsā¦so much so that he found himself wandering farther than heād gone beforeā¦until he found a low, wide structure sat tucked between tall glass spires, its entrance spilling golden light into the mellow haze of the street. Laughter poured from within, unrestrained, unchecked, layered with joyous voices and the soft clink of glass and cutlery.
Uratos stepped inside.
The tavern closed around him instantly. Dim lighting. Rich, vibrant color. Air thick with heat, vapor, and the quiet hum of life being lived without restraint. Without oppression. Tables scattered without order.
Beings of all kinds from many parts of the galaxy filled them,leaning, laughing, arguing, touching.
No hierarchy. No fear. No one bowed.
How ā¦.unusual. As he moved a little further into the establishment, he noticed that no one seemed to bat an eye in his direction. Fools. If he wanted to he could wipe them all out with a flutter of his lashesā¦.not like he was GOING to but still..
His gaze settled on the bar at the center of the establishmentā¦ and stilled.
Behind it, shelves of glass vials filled with drinks and whatnot hovered in loose, unorganized rows, drifting slightly as if suspended in thought rather than structure. Liquids shimmered within them, promising an interesting experience if used.
And in front of it was her. She was leaned against the edge of the bar, posture relaxed, one hip angled slightly as if sheād been there for hours and didnāt mind staying longer. Like she had all the time in the galaxy. Her honeyed hair was swept back in an updo, skin shimmered faintly, light pink scales catching the lantern glow in delicate, shifting patterns. Her outfit was fitted and simple, designed with a kind of effortless elegance. A sleeveless, high-collared top wrapped loosely around her torso, the fabric dark and iridescent..black at first glance, but upon closer inspection was a rich red and deep mahogany when the light moved across it. It cinched neatly at her waist before flowing into layered, panels that draped over fitted pants.
He approached the bar. He couldnāt tell you why.
And the woman, whoād been yelling something at the one behind her, locked eyes with Uratos as he approached, raising a brow and blinking her three eyes.
āWell, hello hello! Welcome to the grand Xeyotl, stranger. My names Kyui Kusmoto What can I do for you??ā
He hesitated before sitting down, eyes fluttering as he spoke up in a low voice, careful to not draw
attention.
āā¦Iād like to ā¦see the menu-ā
She handed him a beaten up scroll and watched as he browsed his options. She chuckled to herself and then leaned on the bar, lowering her voice as she spoke to him again.
āSayā¦ā¦Youāre not fromā¦here.ā
A pause.
āLike..,this sector..at allā¦right? Tengen, this part of the universe even?ā
Her tensed ever so slightly and had she not noticed the slight twitch in his white brow..he probably wouldāve been able to play off her assumptionā¦and then she continued into her next question.
āā¦Youāre the runaway crown prince, yeah? His imperial highness, Uratos Goojāā Anddd..there it was. Uratosās gaze sharpened and his nails dug into the scrolls edge. How had she know. He thought heād hid it well. The background noise seemed to fade out of existence as he spoke up coldly.
āā¦ How didā?ā
She winked at him before leaning back and turning around to grab a bottle, open it and pour him a drink. Softly guffawed at him.
āCāmonā¦not many travelers have hair as silver as the moon with blue eyes that seem to reflect the very soulā¦.plus Iām always hearing things. Comes with being a tavern ownerā¦Travelers and drunk idiots with loose mouths. Iām basically the gossip queen of this place.ā
His eyes narrowed slightly, fingers twitching. Despite his calm exterior, internally, he was calculating how to get rid of everyone with as minimal effort as possible.
āā¦And them?ā He jerked his head to the bystanders all around them. Had they too caught on..?
She snorted and set his drink down, rolling her eyes. āThey donāt keep up. Old village. You could technically count me as their personal news sourceā¦ and theyāre drunk as Tengen too.ā
A pause.
āā¦Are you going to turn me in?ā
The question was calm. But he was brewing like a storm underneath the facade. She didnāt even blink as she turned away from him to continue what sheād been doing before heād approached the bar.
āNahā¦you seem like a good egg. Plus, you look much happier than you did on the pictures on the scrolls.ā
He tensed and started. āScrolls-?ā
āBurned or thrown away. Like I saidā¦nobody particularly cares around here. Weāre on the egde of the solar system and no one would ever expect somebody as important as the crown prince of the Gooj empire to EVER show up here.ā
Uratos stared at her.
Then, he slowly relaxedā¦not fully, but enough.
āā¦Thatās it?ā
āThatās it.ā
No fear nor reverence.Just the plain simple truth.
He swallowed and dipped his head. To her, he looked like a bashful and very, very relieved. Then he murmured something that made her brow furrow slightly.
āWhat was that?ā
āā¦ā¦.Iād like someā¦Food.ā
She raised a brow and blinked. Then a bright smile appeared on her face, her brown eyes twinkling with delight.
āOf course, Your imperia- I mean..of course esteemed customer! What would you like from our menu! Do you have any allergies or preferences??ā
Uratosā cheeks flushed a pretty light blue, eyes fluttering at being allowed to choose something so small as what heād get to eatā¦.something that was always decided for him back home.
āIā¦.would like to have whatever is the best thing on the menuā¦..with some Ingori Kase (Nigori sake)ā¦.ā
She nodded eagerly and then looked over her shoulder before shouting-
āUY!ā
From behind the bar, a figure appeared..a cool presence, easy posture. Four obsidian eyes, pale milky skin and black hair.. the most noticeable thing about was the line that crossed over the bridge of his noseā¦something Uratos had never seen before.
āYes, Light of my life??ā The new man said, smiling at his (Uratos now assumed) belvaria.(wife)
āGot someone here..he wants the house specialty.ā She winked at the man and he locked eyes with Gojo. His eyes widened slightly and then he nodded. Apparently the man also immediately knew who Uratos was but, like Yuki had said, he didnāt care.
The man glanced at Uratos once more and then nodded at Kyiu before disappearing again.
āOchso?? Well he doesnāt get into others business at allā¦He only cares if a customers rude to me,ā she said simply.
āRelaxā¦.seriouslyā¦youāre fine here. Weāre not turning you in for your outrageous bounty or anything. Relax.ā
And for the first timeā¦Uratos really let his guard downā¦he let himself be comfortableā¦let himself just be.
He allowed himself the luxury of conversing with another being without having to worry about oversharing or whether they had ulterior motives.
Others joined him at the bar and he listened to them as they retold tales of their travels, of past adventures and battlesā¦ listened to Kyui boast of how she won Ochso by fighting for his hand in marriageā¦ he even talked a little about his own endeavors with Gurus and suchā¦The food came.Warm. Simple. Delicious in a way that quieted the nagging in the pit of his belly .He ate. Kyui poured him some of the drink that made his senses tingle and body float.
And he laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
This is what heād been missingā¦
This quiet Life.
This sense of connection.
This ā¦tiny happiness.
No one watching him.
No one needing him.
No one controlling him.
And when he was satisfied ..and that ache heād previously felt before he encountered Kyui and her people was gone..he stood on steady feet, a warm and happy smile on his face and his bell full and satiated. He reached into the pocket of his cloak and dropped a enormous bag of imperial coin on the bar. The other customers blanched and looked at him with wide eyes, now drunkenly wondering who the hell he was.
āā¦Iāll be leaving now , Kyuiā¦ tell your belvario that his food was deliciousā¦and heās welcome in my kitchen any timeā¦ She smiled at him and the other customers let out groans of disapproval, asking him stay a little longer. He laughed and shook his head softly, eyes crinkling with joy before waving at them.
ā It was nice to be blessed by your radiance, esteemed customer.ā Kyui jokingly said. A brief pause as she cleaned up his spot and watched him begin to move towards the door before calling out to him.
āā¦Come back sometimeā¦. And bring that guy with you! What was his name uhā¦oh yeah, Gurus!ā The surprise that crossed Uratosā face was almost comical, slightly because he was tipsy, but mostly because he hadnāt expected her to actually listen. It made the brightest, prettiest smile of all cross his face as he nodded and waved.
And then..he was gone.
Back on the streets, he floated past a group of smaller beings crowded around a street performer, something with too many limbs and bright, shifting skin that twisted itself into impossible shapes. They laughed when it exaggerated its movements, when it stumbled intentionally, when it turned failure into something entertaining. He laughed with them and continued on his way, back to his ship.
Further down, two figures argued over something trivial. Their voices sharp at first, gestures exaggerated, tension rising, before one of them broke. Smiled. Then laughed and kissed
The other followed.Whatever it had been,
it didnāt matter anymore. In the Gooj empire,
disagreements didnāt end like that.They ended either in submission or silence.
How delightful to see that everything didnāt revolve around him or his empire. A pair sat close together on the edge of a low platform, shoulders touching, speaking in quiet tones. One gestured softly as they spoke, the other listening,not because they had toā¦but because they wanted to.
At this , Uratos stopped. Watchdd snd stared with open fascination.Felt something ā¦strange.
The thought came quietly.
I wonder what it would be like..to love someone whoās different than you..but nevertheless youāre everything.
To love and be loved.
Not in the way he loved Gurus or his late parentsā¦but someone whose heart burned with the same heat as his. His twin flame.
Heād been taught that many things were pointless on this life if they couldnāt be controlled and disciplined. Love was one of them
Unpredictable, chaotic, and ā¦pointless.
But , as of late, Uratos was learning that many things heād been forced to learn as a young Gooj was all a lie. So maybeā¦ā¦
Uratos exhaled slowly and spoke softly to himself as he turned away.
āā¦Iāve been missing this.ā
Not conquest.Not powerā¦
This.
Life.
Life that didnāt revolve around him didnāt fear him, didnāt NEED him.
He stood there a moment longer before he continued on his path to his ship, his eyes to the stars and his heart bursting with passion.
The Zenoral Morteph drifted in open space, simply floating without purpose.
Below it, the planet of smoke and glass turned slowly, its pale atmosphere catching distant starlight, scattering it across frozen terrain in soft, shifting hues. Blues melted into silver, silver into something almost luminous, like the world itself was breathing quietly beneath him.
Uratos stood at the observation deck. Still.
But with opened eyes. With awe. He gently pressed a hand against the glass.
āā¦Itāsā¦vast.ā
The words left him filled with awe and reverence.
For the first time he was floored by how amazing the universe was. His gaze lifted ..past the planet, into the endless spread of stars. The siblings to the āheartā within his body.
His hand rose to his chest,resting over it.
His core. A faint glow pulsed beneath his skin, beneath his attireā¦slow, steady, alive.
āā¦Youāre louder now.ā He whispered to it softly.
That presence, ancient, distant, constant thing,
had always been there. Always Buried beneath orders, war and noise. Always being ignored by himā¦.Now, it called to him.
āā¦Not even a little.ā Uratos said, mirroring Gurusā tone of disbelief.
āIf I was her I wouldāve sounded every alarm on the damned planet!? Do you know how much theyāre offering for your capture and safe return?! Even one sliver of information about you right now would be worth the entirety of a small kingdom-!!ā
A quiet exhale left Uratos and he interrupted.
āā¦THE POINT, You backstabbing benran(traitor), is that ā¦she treated me like I wasā¦normal.ā
Silence.
Then-āā¦That sounds absolutely horrifying. Poor you, you mustāve been horrified to not be the center of attention for once.ā
Uratos huffed softly and played along.
āā¦It was. Absolutely horrible. So horrible I let my guard down and admitted that I missed you of all things.ā
A beat. And then Gurusā expression softened.
āIā¦have missed your company as well. But itās okay because I know youāre experiencing things for the both of us.ā
Uratos nodded.
āā¦Out of every place Iāve been so farā¦I stayed on this planet longer than I meant toā¦ and Iām glad I did.ā
āā¦Youāve always done that ā¦especially when something matters,ā Gurus said before pausing .
āā¦Are you happy?ā
Uratos didnāt hesitate like he wouldāve done in the past.
āā¦Yes. Immensely so. And I have you to thank for it.ā
Soft. Certain. Genuine.
Uratos watched Gurus blush with pride and embarrassment and then quietly exhale through the communicator.
āā¦Good. Iām so glad.ā¦donāt come back.ā
Uratosās frowned slightly and shook his head.
āI have to come back for you, Gurusā¦ I canāt just disappear.ā
Gurus opened his mouth but Uratos , suddenly, couldnāt decipher what he was saying. The white haired princes frown deepened and he tried to fix the connection between him and his best friend. He wasnāt ready to leave himā¦he hadnāt even gotten a chance to make sure Gurus was completely fine-
āUratos-skkrrrrā
The audio glitched and contorted, Gurusā appearance distorting.
And the last the Uratos heard was a single yet powerful word from Gurus.
āā¦Live.ā
The line went dead. Silence returned, deeper and fuller now. Uratos let out a little noise of frustration , wondering why the hell his high tech ships connection was suddenly fucking up-
And then ..he saw it before he heard the sound of the sensors screaming.
Ships appearing from tears in space..Ships that surrounded the Zenoral Morteph ā¦layered, overlapping, tightening into formation with mechanical precision.
Dozens. Then Hundreds.
His gaze moved once across them, quick and calculative.. and that was enough. He opened the ship and flew out , his eyes landing on the fleet of ships.
Weak points lit up in his vision. Power cores. Structural weaknesses. There wasnāt a thought as he moved with muscle memory. His hand lifted and space folded into itself, the area turning a bright and blinding blue. Then , with his other hands , a red light appeared, hungry and eager.
The first set of ships collapsed inward without resistance, crushed into nothing before the others could react.
Then another set wa blasted and repelled away, crashing into each other and exploding. Then a cluster.
His perception widened, a slightly feral smile splitting across his face as he recognized more.
Not just ships. Systems. Patterns. Intent.
He saw their coordinations before they happened.
Saw their firing lines before they aligned. Saw the outcome before the action.And he erased it all completely. Mercilessly.Energy fire convergedā¦
and missed. Because he had already moved.
Already corrected. Already decided. His ship cut forward through them all, simply an extension of his will, carving through formation after formation with surgical precision.
Half the fleet disappeared in mere nanoseconds .The rest soon followed.
Until, nothing remained.
Uranus lowered his four hands, expression blank.
Silence returnedā¦.
Then, it broke.
Not with sound but with an overwhelming pressure.
His eyes shifted once more. Focused. And for the first time in his life, they couldnāt decipher something immediately. Space distorted at the center of space, a dark all-consuming presence making itself known.
Not a structure, Not a formation.
An absence. It didnāt behave.
Didnāt follow any pattern heād seen before. Didnāt resolve into something his perception could immediately dissect and break down. It festered. And the imposing figure inside ā¦.had two arms like himā¦.either reddish skinā¦.two faces and four red sharp eyes that seemed to promise destruction.
And That was new. Intriguing but..dangerous.
His eyes adjusted againā¦Expanded. Pushed deeper.
And still nothing would give.
A figure emerged aboard a ship made of dark matter and the void itself.
Uratos saw it ā¦..and didnāt.Its form existed.
But its logic didnāt settle. It was something simply defied everything he was.His gaze sharpened and he forced understanding.
And then
Movement.
He realized too late.
The shift happened too fast even for a god-like being like him.
Impact.
A line cut clean across the Zenoral Morteph, destroying his left engine completely and making the ship lurch.Uratos turned.His eyes tracked the motion,replayed it, slowed it, analyzed it across layers of perception.
What in Tengens name?
If his power erasedā¦
this powerā¦refined.
He raised his hand again.
Enough was enough. He didnāt care about what or who this was anymore. He didnāt have time to play with a new toyā¦he had a universe to explore.
Space collapsed into his palmā¦denser, sharper, more focused than before. Wider, Deeper. A large ball of pure energy equivalent to that of a white hole began to form in his palms, his expression contorting into determination.
He released it.
āVOID VIOLET.ā
Erasure tore forward, space shuddering and giving way as his violet purple surged towards the vessel. And for a moment, he saw it connect. Saw the structure unravel and give away as most things did towards his ultimate attack.
Then it stopped.
It simply stopped.
His attack passedā¦and the vessel remained. Uratosās pupils constricted. His eyes recalculated.
Faster. More aggressively.
But the answer came before his solution.
He had overwhelmed everything before. Because nothing required more than that.
This did.
And ā¦Too late.
The figure moved again.
No wasted motionā¦..No excess force.
Just precision and a simple goal.
Another cut.
Deeper.
This time, Uratos saw it clearly, blue eyes widening.
The cut sliced through his abdomen, separating his top half from his bottom half, blood spurting from his mouth and torso before floating in space.
Absolute Perfection.
Uratos moved then. Used his Lower hands to grab his torso and slam it back to his top part, his body working overtime to regenerate, his āheartā kicking into overdrive to keep him āaliveā long enough to heal himself. His eyes tracked everything at once, the fracture lines, the energy collapse, the failing systems, the pull of gravity belowā¦
And beneath it allā¦ the realization.
Power was not the limit.
He was.
He flew back down into his ship, gripping the ships gears with his too hands while coughing up blood. The alarms kept blaring as he stared at the vessel a ways across from him, seeing the imposing figure still staring at him, red eyes boring into his soul. He shuddered and grit his teeth, body swaying. He tapped buttons on his control panel just as the ship gave way and slammed on a button.
It Pulled downward, veering towards the planet a few light years awayā¦.the nearest place that he could crash into rather than exploding on his ship in space.
Some part of his ship exploded and he lurched with the ship as it groaned and shuddered.
Fire consumed the edges of his visionā¦
but his eyes remained fixed.
At the planet that rose to meet him..
Uratos didnāt resist. Didnāt panic despite the enormous amount of blood heād lost..
He just watched.
And understood why he hadnāt won.
Then impact became inevitable. And the prince who had just begun to live
.
.
.
fellā¦.
(Thank you for reading!! And sorry for the super duper late upload. Pretty sure I got shadow banned when I tried to upload it last week or smth..and Iāve been consumed by tomadachi lifešāš½.)
