So here’s my intro here as I join the Self-Ship community. (Hello to all of you by the way)
My name is Satomi and I am both the Proud mother of “The-Storyteller-and-her-soldiers” and the decendant of Sanada Nobushege (Or Sanada Yukimura if you prefer) I ship with quite a lot actually and being BI I have both male and female F/O’s
Yumi (Senran Kagura)
Ikaruga: (Also Senran Kagura)
Marth: (Fire Emblem)
Raphel Sorel (Soul Caliber)
Hifumi (Persona 5)
Ren ammamiya: (Persona 5)
Yu Narukami: (Persona 4)
Yukiko amagi: (Persona 4)
Makoto (Persona 3…I forgot his last name.)
Mitsuru Kirijo: (Persona 3)
Akihiko Sanada: (Persona 3)
Reimu Hakurei: Touhou
Sakuya Izayoi: Touhou
Minako Hakurei: (The unoffical ‘Mom’ of Reimu from Touhou)
Kagura (Transformed state please.) (Senran Kagura)
Amagi: Azur Lane
Illustrious: Azur Lane
Mom-ish like characters:
Yorktown: Azur lane.
Irisveil: (Fate/Zero)
And…maybe more to come? In many Categories or...something?
Title: Safe With Me
Word Count: 2067
Ship: Ug/Alexys [Canon/Self Insert]
Summary: Ug insists that he won’t leave Alexys until he’s sure that she’s safe. He begins to feel something more in his human form, though, and can’t seem to figure out why. She tries to help him best he can, of course, and he learns a new emotion he’s never felt before.
Author’s Note: Writing commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising of her and Ug from Critters! Though I’ve never seen the movie, I am a sucker for writing about aliens figuring out emotions so this was super fun!!!
She was...strange.
Humans, of course, were strange by nature. They were fragile, weak, and bizzarest of all were their daily rituals. Of simple tasks that seemed to keep them occupied for hours on end. Of rushes they got from the world around them rather than worlds far away from them. Perhaps his species had been desensitized, he would reason with himself. Perhaps the thrill of bounty hunting had dulled his perspective of the existing space around him. He had become a creature of habit over all, hunting what he was directed to hung and partnering with those who he was asked to follow along. Though he had to admit that most of the error was, indeed, human...perhaps there was...in a sense, something wrong with him.
For even though he saw how strange she was, even by humanity’s strange standards, he still felt himself drawn towards her. From the moment he laid eyes on her, across the street in the town he had tracked his bountied prey to, he had felt a spark. Her gaze held his, wide eyed with surprise and awe at his mere existence, and he felt something in his heart clench. Something in the center of his stomach swear a vow that his brain was not quite ready to make. He knew he had fallen beyond the level of professionality when he rescued her from the Critters, from the damage they had caused to her hometown.
He knew that he had reached the point of no return after joining her in her home, the both of them living in a mutual co-existence of thoughtful quiet and eventful days. Of mornings spent in hazy, sleep filled breakfasts and nights with movies she had insisted that he needed to see while he saw no real reason to in the light of it all. He knew that one day, after his duty of watching her was done, he would have to leave her. After all of the creatures he had been hired to exterminate from their unnatural habitat were captured, there would be more on other planets equally as successful (or unsuccessful) to travel to. It was less of a protection of earth and more of a gathering for himself. It was the law of it. The law of his people.
“Ug, are you listening to me?”
His vision re-focused, drawing him from his thoughts as he gazed down at the woman wrapped up in his arms. Alexys snuggled closer to Ug, the arm resting around her shoulders and pulling her closer out of instinct a welcome comfort against the cold of the mid-fall weather surrounding the quiet one-bedroom household. She always offered him his bed, but he insisted that he didn’t need to sleep.
“Of course,” He felt himself lie easily, eyes fixated on the screen of the television set before them both. The horror movie that was playing was something of a novelty over an actual, fear-inducing spectacle. The sound of the television was static and muffled, its age visible in its flickering glitches and soft hums. Alexys watched him carefully while he stared forward, her brows twitching with amusement as she hid the smile on her lips by covering her mouth with a hand. The sweater she wore was too large on her form, covering most of her hands and consuming her torso in its woolen fibers.
“Oh really?” She questioned with an amused hum as she rested herself closer to him with a soft sigh, “What did I just ask you, then?”
The silence was long and lingering as Ug realized what had just happened. For a moment he considered lying again. His brows furrowed as he attempted to come up with a question. A reasonable but human-ish inquiry about his species that she was bound to ask in one way or another. Alexys waited patiently at his side, enjoying the rather gory horror scene that portrayed itself grotesquely on the screen before her while he thought. The characters had been trapped in a room full of whirring saw blades. She thought it was a fitting metaphor for the thoughts that were, without a doubt, going through Ug’s alien mind.
At last he sighed, defeated and honest in that he could not lie to her.
“I wasn’t listening.”
Alexys laughed fully now, the sound of her giggles bringing another pang of warmth to Ug’s heart as he held her closer. It took effort not to break out with his own smile. He recalled, briefly, when he had not understood the concept of a smile. When he first got his human facial features, he saw no need to exercise them nor any reason why they should twitch or convulse of their own will. When Alexys explained, with a warm patience in her voice, just what a smile was and how to express it, he found it trivial to say the least. Yet, at her request, he practiced time and time again. Now little things she did made those muscles twitch with a longing. Only she brought them about for some reason. He had yet to figure it out... It was as though just seeing her triggered them.
“Well,” She spoke again after a particularly heavy fit of laughter had ceased from the bottom of her lungs, “I asked you why you didn’t like sleeping.”
His brows furrowed this time, the scowl of his lips one of confusion over dislike of the conversation topic as he replied briskly, “It’s not that I dislike it. It’s that I don’t need it. Not in the way you humans seem to need it, at any rate.”
“You’re imitating a human with your body though,” She argued, sitting up a little as she gestured to vaguely all of him with a single hand, “Doesn’t it need rest?”
“It’s not a real human body,” His response was simple as he adjusted his arms so that they crossed comfortably against his chest, “It is the imitation of a human body. The outside of it merely looks like your species, however, it functions as it would one of mine. Think of it as...a suit. It looks like your own. It has the same texture. It is merely to comfort you into our presence. I am wearing it, but, I am not human.”
Alexys’ smile seemed to falter at the explanation, her hands pulling themselves together as her fingers twiddled underneath the layer of sweater she was wearing. Biting her lip, she felt her gaze furrow in something akin to dislike. Ug noted the expression, but said nothing about it as her next inquiry came out in that of a whisper, almost tired sounding as she moved closer to him, “So what do you do when I’m asleep?”
“I watch you,” He answered almost automatically, “To make sure nothing harms you while you’re resting.”
A blush blossomed across her facial features, blue eyes wide and glowing against the RGB of the television screen. Ug couldn’t understand why, but, the sight of her with such a color on her face was invigorating. He sat up as well, feeling the air charged with a sort of new energy that he couldn’t quite understand. It was a human thing or, at the very least, an Alexys thing. Whenever they were alone, talking or wandering around together as they did often, something in the air became different. It mutated, as though the carbon levels had shifted. As if a hunt had gone wrong but right at the same time. For all of his knowledge and skills in his profession, he could not pinpoint just what about the two of them together changed the atmosphere so drastically. Or, he reasoned, why he was the only one able to feel it.
“So you don’t feel anything human?” Her whisper was almost sad as she spoke to him, “No tiredness? Sadness...Happiness?”
There was a pause as he thought of her question. Alexys watched his brows furrow, as they did when he was concentrating on something. She could remember the first time she saw him, hunting down the alien horrors that had plagued her town for nights on end, with that look on his face and each time her heart fluttered with adoration. With a sentimental appreciation of his facial features and serious attitude. For what she lacked, he made up for. What she could not do he could. The stories he told made her heart soar and her nights grew better with him at her side. Anxiety filled her as he thought more in the silence, worried for the answer.
“Happy…” He spoke the word carefully before nodding, “I feel happy...when I’m with you, I think.”
The careful sentence brought relief to her chest. Alexys smiled, the laughter barely visible in her shoulders as she reached out to stroke a strand of his hair behind his ears. Her eyes narrowed with thought themselves and she nodded. “I’m happy when I’m with you too, you know. Having you around is...nice.”
“...I won’t be around forever,” He murmured, almost an afterthought, and her look still held his with a frown.
“How long will you be here, then?”
“I’m not sure...Till you are safe.”
“When will that be?”
His breath hitched. They had grown close. In the questions she had asked, she had inched closer with every inquiry. With every answer he had given, each syllable had also pulled him closer. The energy that he had recognized time and time again was back, yet, different now. Unique. Intense.
He couldn’t find the words to answer. Instead, he leant forward and captured her lips against his own. That feeling of intensity electrified the air around them as their mouths connected. Alexys’ tensed up for only a moment before relaxing into the gesture, hands reaching out to tentatively hold onto his shoulders. Her fingers shook. In return, Ug felt himself reach his own hands out. A hand held onto the back of her neck to draw her closer, to drink the energy that resonated from the contact like a life giving nectar. The other caressed her cheek, feeling the softness of her organic skin under his fingertips as he drew her in closer, deepening the kiss further.
This was it. The solution to the electricity. The longing he felt while watching her sleep, brushing her hair from her face as she tossed and turned. It was the finale to a spark of fireworks he had not known was going on. He did not quite know the word for it, but he knew that he did not want to stop. He wanted to keep her at his side like this. To never let her go.
Alexys pulled at him, tugging her lips away, and he allowed her. Her breath was fast and short, awed at the events of what just happened. He stared into her eyes as she searched him, attempting to find just what he had meant by his actions. He was searching himself as well, the knowledge as to his reasoning slipping past his grasp and wording.
It was Alexys who put it into words first, the gentle phrasing stuttering and nervous in its confession but honest in its tone:
“I love you.”
Love. Was that it? The emotion that warranted contemplation of the atmosphere? Of the feeling of the air in Earth as it revolved around the sun in its lonesome galaxy? Ug felt his breath hitch as the pieces clicked together like a well placed puzzle, fading into the fuller picture that warmed something inside his human facade. He felt that twitch of a smile slowly worm its way up his lips. Touching her cheeks again, he pushed away a strand of her hair from the front of her face and pressed his forehead to her own. As they rested like that, bathing in the warmth of their own bodies and the noise of the television as it murmured on lowly before them, he could finally say the words to the emotions he had finally understood.
“...I love you too. I will only leave when I know you are safe.”
She laughed, touching his hand with her own and leaning into the warmth of his palm, “And how will you know?”
“You are only safe with me,” He responded with a sigh, “So I will never leave you.”
