Old Meme but thought it would fit this family well.
You should have know this was a bad idea- You really should have..
Nikto was lounged in his chair, half asleep as the TV played some random movie you could care less about. Dressed in his favorite track pants, a wife beater and socks- if it wasnt for the lack of snoring it could easily be seen as he was asleeo.
He had gotten back from whatever he did for the military (he never told you what- Just said not to open the door for anyone he hadn't introduced to you before hand-) a few days ago, having wanted time to relax. Whenever he came home he would take his medicine which made his scattered mind a bit more sound and take off his masks- To the outside world the often hard to look at scars on his face wouldnt seem like something one would associate with a relaxed family.
Yet here you all are.
Your oldest Son, Damien was the child who was close to 16. While the other kids, four total were all under the age of 12. Two at your parents and the remaining upstairs.
It had been your idea- Having seen the prank online and thinking Damien was the perfect one to do it. You had spoken with your already who also thought it would also be funny. What was the worse that could happen?
You were seated on the Loveseat scrolling on your tablet, not even looking up as you called out.
"Damien! Can you come here please!"
"I'm busy!"
Echoed back to you. You didn't catch Nikto opening a single eye at hearing this, Dead silent like he was still half asleep. You lowering your tablet with a frustrated sigh.
"Damien! Can you come here- Now!"
"I said I was busy! Shut Up!"
...
It was like you blinked and Nikto on his feet walking towards Damien like he was prepared to kill him.
“Что ты сказал?!” (What did you say?!)
Marching down out the livingroom as he turned the corner immediately knowing were his son was by just the voice. You jump up fast chasing down your husband who seemed to have some sort of fucking superspeed.
As you heard Damien yelp in surprise moments later from his hiding spot down the hallway.
"Papa! It's a Prank it's a Prank!"
Damien said panic laughing as he held by the scruff of his hoodie by his enraged father like a kitten being picked up by would could only be compared to a mountain lion.
"It's a prank!"
Nikto looking back at you as you give a smile and nod quickly at the man, Seeing how his scared up face was hardened into a clearly pissed off glare.
"It was a Prank Love I promise-"
You say smiling as you plead- You husband releasing your son after a moment as he rubbed his face with a dry laugh and heavy sigh at hearing this.
"A prank?-"
"Da, A prank Papa" Damien said, Smiling still like his Dad but clearly a bit weary as he had never been on the tail end of that anger before. You hadn't either honestly-
After a moment Nikto snapped his finger to Damien.
"Prank or not, don't say shut up to you Mama ever again. You I can make plenty more of, Her I can not-"
He said with a smirk at his oldest spawn who stared at him slack jawed at both the threat and implication he can be replaced- You also slack jawed as Nikto smirked and walked past you, A playful slap on your ass along the way.
Price had only been shocked scared a few times in his life-
Mostly when he was young but even then it was rare.
The military definitely had scared him early in his career but eventually he became hardened and a bit callous by it.
However surprisingly it was when your guys first son Michael was born who had gotten him to be shocked and superstitious.
It happened when Michael was 6 and the three of you had moved into a Flat you absolutely hated.
"John this place is god awful-"
You huff- Looking around.
The place was what could only be described as dated at best.
The walls were faded wood paneling that had scratches from different furniture being moved around. The floor a stained mess of red carpet and it had a slight smell of age that seemed to stick to everything.
And the bathroom was a yellow nightmare with each bedroom a different shade of Circled browns and green.
John slid over another box and shrugged as he looked around.
"Its just something till we can buy a house- besides I kinda like it"
"Its tacky- this place hasnt been fixed since the 70s!"
"Who doesnt like the 70's"
John said with a smile as he did a fake boogie dance making you snort a laugh and roll your eyes.
Michael ran past John, Bumping into his dad's leg since he had his fishing hat over his face giggling.
"Ay mate- Lets not knock me over before we finish moving"
He smiled as he scooped up Michael in his arms. The boy giggling making the dimples in his cheeks show-
"I like it here! Its like a coloring book"
John turned to you with a smile.
"See he likes it here- Two beats one"
You scoffed before taking Micheal from John's arms and setting him down.
"Go pick your room bug- and then we will get your stuff in okay?"
"Okay. Also I need to potty"
He said quickly as he rushed off- You couldn't help but giggle a bit.
"Two against one huh? Sounds like we need to start evening the scores hm?"
John heard this and immediately spun on his heel. Sliding over to you as he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close as he let his hands slid over to grab your ass.
"Now That sounds like a fantastic idea~"
Pressing soft kissed on your neck making you giggle a bit as you could already feel he was almost ready to make your wish come true then and there-
"Well, I better start ge-"
"Daddy! There are mirrors on the corner of the counter!"
...
You give him a deadpan look and narrow your eyes at him as John winced. Pulling yourself from him and storming past your husband.
"Micheal Don't touch those!"
--
That night, the three of you had set up the bare minimum in the Flat. Having grown used to the normal packing and unpacking that came with military life.
So rest came easy to all of you after some take away food.
Michael falling asleep in the room he picked as you and John laid in bed winding down. Half asleep in bed as
It was then John saw- Half asleep a shadow pop up next to him.
Immediately going for a hit before he saw who it was.
Micheal standing there besides the bed.
His little man had managed to put this man into damn near heart attacks before almost reacting. Hands clenched in a fist as he saw his son- arm almost raised to hit but so greatful he realized who it was first.
"Lad what the hell are you doing?"
John hissed, you sitting up as well by the boice staring at your son who just stood there- when the both of you expected to answer- Michael instead just seemed to ignore him?
"Michael?"
John repeats, now confused as Michael seems to turn away oddly towards the boxes in the room and messing with them.
"John... I think he is sleepwalking?-"
You mumble, watching your son stumble towards the boxes and run his hands over them randomly opening and closing them- Price face actually scrunched up a bit genuinely sort of freaked out by the dazed look on his son's face as he messed with the box.
You stepping in at this point as you slipped out of bed and gently began to guide him into his room to tuck him back in.
John grimaced and gave a slight shiver.
"Fuckin creepy..."
Now the two of you thought this was a one off...
But it was the beginning of 3 months of hell for all three of you.
Michael at least once a week would get up sleep walking. Sometimes walking and tapping his head against the wall, going into the kitchen, or going into your and John's bedroom.
It was random as well- There was no tell of when it would happen.
But when John came back it reved up once again.
He was back from leave. But seated straight up in bed- legs crosses as he watched his sons door.
It felt like he hadn't left the field- Now needing to stay up or stay half asleep to make sure he didnt accidently hit his son or think he was some sort of enemy come to sneak up on him.
He couldn't help but mouth to himself a solid 'what the fuck-'
Now glued to his position as he watched Michael walk towards the livingroom.
At the pediatrician office all three of you sat. Michael on the cushioned table as you and John sat next to each other in the cramped chairs.
"How long has this been going on"
"Since we moved to the new place"
You said softly rubbing your hired face.
"We all are-"
"Exhausted"
John finished. The doctor nodding as he looking to Michael
"Now- Is there something keeping you can think of involving you not being able to sleep right?"
Micheal shifted a bit uncomfortably.
"Well.. I dont like the man in the wall"
....
All three of you stare at the boy as he said this. John feeling an odd chill go down his spine.
"...Lad run that by me one more time.."
"There is a Man in the wall next to my room. I hear him at night and we walk around. He wears a funny suit"
In all the years you had know John you had never seen the man go white in the face. Eyes dilated heavily as he stared at his boy in what could only be described as Fear.
"Fuckin Christ on the cross..."
That had ended the doctors visit in record time.
The ride back to the flat had been painfully quiet. You having gotten Micheal McDonald's on the way home as John clenched the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.
John pulling into the garage as he handed you his wallet. Still staring forward as if he was still driving.
"Pack up what you can, Take my card (Y/N)... Get more boxes and a hotel room"
"...A hotel room?"
"A hotel room"
His tone was so dead set you didnt question it. Instead going to do as asked as you packed up a suitcase for the three of you. Bought more Boxes and headed off to a hotel while John stayed behind packing the house like a mad man.
It took exactly 3 days for John yo pack the house and 4 days to drop 200,000£ from his life savings that was ment for later on in life on what would become your families forever home in. In the safest spot he could find in the price range with as short of notice as possibly.
Now you slowly sliding a new box of dishes on the counter as you see John unpacking with a steady hands and his jaw clenched.
"You okay Baby?"
"Never better-"
John never told you this- but he secretly got the house blessed by a priest before you arrvied..
And sure enough Michael never slept walked again.
/// BONUS!
It was horror movie night, Michael was up with you and John since Moses and Emmey were at a sleep over which was what even allowed this movie night.
So the three of you were watching 'The Conjuring'
It felt like a chill went up your spine as you watched the movie play out.
However the sleepwalking scene and jump scare- caught you off guard as it felt like you were reliving that flat all over again.
Michael giggle at your reaction, not knowing your true thoughts.
"Thats not even scary"
He teased before looking back at the screen.
You slowly look at your husband as the events of 10 years before came to your mind.
Clearly John was having the same thought by how his face was a white as a ghost and jaw clenched.
Simon Ghost Riley x FemReader & OOC Children Rose, Hazel, Johnny
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"Ewwwwww! Can we get something else?"
"I dont want it-"
"Can I have Cereal?"
"Can we get McDonald's?"
"I dont like this-"
For the last 6 months you had heard nothing but bitching...
Everytime you set a plate on the table infront of yohr three kids that was all you would hear.
Your three kids had been nothing but complaining and it was driving you up the wall.
Simon Bless him did his best- Curbing the attitude when he was there. Which made them all shut up and eat.
But he wasnt always there..
Tonight you had made a baked pasta dish with a side of asparagus.
But the three children had been complaining non stop. Simon telling them to shut up and eat as he shoveled down another fork full.
"But Dad I dont like asparagus-"
"Yeah its Gross and-"
You finally slam the spatula down on the countertop making all of them jump.
Warmth was gathering behind your eyes for a moment.
You felt like you were suffocating and it made you feel like you had to be doing something wrong..
However you collected yourself then. Rolling your shoulders back before turning to look at your family, Simon still mid Bite and your three kids staring at you wide eyed.
Wiping your hands clean with a near by paper towel.
"Fine you guys win- I wont cook anymore"
"Simon"
Your husband looked to you, confused as he set down how fork. But you gave him a tight lipped smile.
"Its all yours"
The three of them all perked up- See Simon always ordered take away when it was him with meals
But that wasnt the case here-
What your kids were about to learn..
There are things worse then hell
And it was Simon cooking
See Simon grew up in the worse conditions worse then any living being could or should.
So his cooking skills reflected this-
Survival and nothing more.
This started with the next morning when the kids came down to the kitchen table and their faces went to shock horror
Oats, scrambled Eggs, fat and something orange mixed into one pot- It looked like some sort of gruel that would have been served to prisoners in medieval times. Speaks of the clumps of egg mixed in with the oatmeal stuck out most as Simon got a spoonful of what you realized was tomato ketchup and put some on each of the bowls before putting it on his own.
Johnny was the first one to break then and there.
It took a single smell of his breakfast to shake his head- very quickly signing.
"Im sorry Mama. I wont complain anymore"
Johnny was quick at this as he accepted the breakfast you made quickly.
Hazel and Rose looked at each other as they watched their brother tap out.
Hazel almost angrily beginning to eat the slop as her face scrunched between bites.
Rose looking at the bowl before she took a spoonful like her sister and ate it. A chill going down her body as she chewed- looking to her father with a face of almost horror as she watched him eat whatever this was without as much as a twitch.
And the silence was suffocating.
Lunch is when Rose broke. Simon grabbing his go to whenever he was out and about- a MRE, luckily thrown into a plastic bowl and microwaved instead of the pouch it was normally heated in.
Both girls looking at the bowls of indistinguishable brown in the brightly plastic bowl.
Rose stirred it once with a spoon, Her eyes actually swelled up and she bursted out into tears- Sitting there at the kitchen table with the open MRE.
You are standing there covering your face and laughing hard in silence.
"Jesus Christ Simon..."
Simon sighed as he took the bowl from her.
"What I gave her the good one too-"
Hazel-
Now Hazel was Simon's stubbornness and your attitude wrapped in one.
Once again in dead silence ate the military meal. Making sure to glare at Simon as she ate it with a soured face.
By dinner however.. The waters began to ripple.
Simon sat across the table from Hazel.
The two of them in a staring contest-
Infront of them a microwave monstrosity that Simon was eating and having gotten seconds of. Some form of pasta, Mayo, canned vegetables, a pack of canned sardines and half melted cheese slice.
Hazel sat there staring at the bowl.
"...You're just making this gross stuff as a punishment.."
Simon took another bite of the monstrosity without a flinch.
"This food is somethings id eat often.. I didnt have a Mum who would make me meals. Who went to the market. Who could teach me to cook-"
Simon said calmly, Staring his daughter in the eyes as he saw the flash of guilt. Mixing the bowl softly as she understood. Before taking a bite and grimacing.
"Im sorry ..Im still gonna apologize to Mum in person but... A-After I eat with you"
She said, Beginning to power through the meal. Simon smiling softly at his daughter admitting her wrong and sharing the terrible meal.
Simon Ghost Riley x FemReader & OOC Children Rose, Hazel, Johnny
Warning: Massive PTSD moment, Beating up a Pedo, Traumatic Thoughts/Ideas
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He had heard a Mate say this to him once-
'A Father's Greatest Joy and Fear is their children'
He thought it was him talking through his ass since he always seemed to favor his daughters over his sons.
But now-
Now Simon understood...
He now deeply- Deeply understood that warning.
Simon stood in the grocery store. Leaned against the trolly as he read through the list you had texted to him boredly.
Johnny was sent out to grab some noodles, Hazel went to Grab almond milk and Rose was with him in the produce grabbed random vegetables and fruit you had wanted.
"What the fuck are you planning to make with half this shit-"
He mumbled before glancing up.
Thats when he saw it, The grown man- he'd think around his 50's if not a tiny bit older by the peppered silver in his greasy hair, with his head cock to the side ever so slightly to look at his little girl-
Simon feeling his stomach twist and the taste of bile in his mouth when he realized what the fucker was looking at.
He was looking at Rose's arse-
The man's darkened sick eyes running over her figure dressed in her baggy jeans with blue embroidery to match the white shirt with blue butterflies- seeing how she went through the tomatoes with expert hands- the man's lips curling up as he watched her neon orange painted fingers pick through the fruits-
Simon felt like he was seeing his worse nightmare..
The flash of images went through his head- the extraction missions he had seen, rescuing little girls and boys from creeps like this.. there- shivering on concrete floors bare to the world.
A chill going down his spine as his worse fear popped into his mind...
'What if they got put in one of those places- Were creeps like this could peak a-an'
He felt light headed at the horrible idea of his three babies in such a state.
Then.. man took a step forward towards Rose- almost sliding over with a half chub able to be seen through his far too old trousers.
...No...
There it felt like Simon Riley took a back seat in his own brain. Instead LT. Ghost took the wheel-
And that wheel lead to grabbing the man by his throat and squeezing as he began to throttle the fucker.
A loud squeal left the man as Simon slammed him to the ground- Rose jumping in surprise as she saw her Dad quite literally choking a man to death.
"Daddy!!?!"
"SHES 12 YOU SICK FUCKER!"
Ghost continuing to strangle the man with an iron grip- The creeping feeling of nothing but pure rage fueling him. Any rational thought that any soldier should have suddently blew away revealing only the worse of what war could do to you.
Unbreakable want for blood and fury.
"I WONT LET YA TOUCH HER! YOU CANT TAKE THEM!"
Ghost roared, as began to slam the man's skull into the laminate floor hard.
It was like Ghost saw this man grab his kids, prepared to chain them and rip the joys in his life between his fingers, take the happiness from his bleak life and snuff them out with horrors. The sound of the skull to the floor haunting- Rose quickly rushing over screaming at her Dad to let the man go.
Rose saw this almost crazed panic in her fathers eyes- a look she had only seen a few times, when he would come home from a long mission and need his 'rewind time' as you had always said.
The commotion had brought others near- Including Hazel who had dragged Johnny with her.
Now the other two going and trying to pull their Dad away. Which ended up succeeding when Johnny kneeled down so his dad could see him and grabbing his forearm to pull away from the now bleeding man.
Rose made her Dad look at her as he tried to calm down. She said softly tears still in her eyes, Simon was still seeing red as he panted- as if the world had narrowed down and he felt like his gun should be on his hip.
But Rose squeezed his hands gently- something you often did to bring him back.. Hazel hugging him tightly also crying a bit and Johnny out of breath looking at his father with those matching eyes that reflected back at him in only panic.
And slowly, Ghost began to fade. As if the three of them had washed his hands clean leaving fresh hands and mind instead.
Simon blinked, as he felt his sense come back and a shaky breath leave him.
Stumbling a bit as store employees and other civilians rushed to the unconscious bleeding man on the floor.
"Its okay... you three are safe.."
He mumbled softly as he kids stayed to him calmly him as he mumbled that sentence to himself.
All three of them looking at each other confused and worried by their fathers mumbling.
After that the police had arrived- obviously.
Simon sat down on the bench of the Aldi as the police went around taking statements and surveying cameras.
You were called immediately as you spoke in place of your husband as he sat there zoned out.
His children all around him, as he made sure they were seated almost squished too close as if at any moment someone may snatch them away.
It was ironically a godsend that Simon had reacted- the man apparently had some warrants in this type of crime.
That and your smooth words could slap on mental distress into the mix due to Simon's military background as well as having a bit of a favor with the Constable. It helped make sure Simon didnt leave in cuffs.
Thank God.
However jailtime was the least of your worries.
Especially as you saw that still spaced look on his face while seated with your guys children. His lips moving in a soft mumble.
You walked over to your husband. Kneeling down infront of him as you took his face in your hands similar to what Rose had done.
"Simon?"
Your voice was soft, making his eyes meeting yours as guilt went through them.
"...He was staring at Rose.. And was going to take her.. I-I.. I couldn't let him take her.. I didnt mean to scare them"
He said softly, so softly that you were sure only the five of you could hear him.
Nolding softly in understanding, you gently guide him up. The children standing as well as you all walk out the store.
The ride home was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Just everyone winding down it felt like-
Once to the house Hazel and Rose both taking one of their father's hand as they lead him inside and seated on the couch. Simon gently holding their hands as he looked to them, both girls standing there staring at him as they hand his large callous hands with his little lad Johnny there having followed his sisters.
He seemed to relax. Before waving you and Johnny over to him- which both of you silently did.
Thats when he just gathered all of you together. Wrapping his arms around you all as his bulky frame and brought his family to him.
Today had been a oddly good day for the fuzzy blue guy.
He had gotten to sleep in
Got to get his favorite breakfast and with seconds!
And this evening he had planned to ask the two of you to dinner.
A 10/10 for him!!
Skipping he hummed happily to himself as he thought how he should go about it.
"Hey Kurt!"
Snapping from his way too happy thoughts he saw Roberto aka Sunspot and Sam or Cannonball there.
Both teenagers rushed to him, seemingly flustered and almost twitchy? Sam taking a step forward with a smile
"Hey Blue- I got a little favor"
"Ja?"
There they pointed to the side of the mansion, tucked between the inner curve of the building.
"Could you just take us up to the side? It sucks to get to it"
"Yeah its super easy"*
Kurt shrugged, Not really seeing the harm of teleporting the few guys to this spot. Weird sure but nothing bad.
So he grabbed both teens and teleported to the roof. Stumbling a bit as the three teens stood on the roof, There Kurt watched the two guys rush over to a shadowy part of the roof near them- tucked away
There a hatch- a maintenance way it seemed.
Both the teens seemed way to excited, making a odd waved Kurt to follow them.
"Come on- We dont got much time!"
Okay now he was curious..
There the boys went down the hatch.. literally as they walked through a dusty walk space. It was cramped and Kurt had to awkwardly bend.
Sam turned to Kurt quickly and pointed to him.
"Now dude- you gotta clear your mind okay? No thoughts"
"Ah- Okay"
He waved his hand of some of the cobwebs tbat stuck to his hair- It was only a few moments before he saw light as the two teens eagerly stood infront of what looked like glass?
Before he looked to the odd looking glass and peaked at what they were looking at.
All the air seemed to leave his lungs at once-
There right on the other side of the glass was the girls changing rooms attached to the gym space.
His heart sank to his stomach in total shock and horror.
This is wrong!
SO VERY VERY WRONG!
Kurt panicked a bit as he went to leave- he wasnt going to get wrapped up in this.
However his brain froze when you walked out, towel wrapped out you as you walked to the little spot were your toiletries were.
....
Kurt froze, his tail shooting straight up.
His eyes looking over you as you grabbed the well loved bottle of lotion, squeezing a generous amount on your hands before carefully running your hands over your legs and traveling up then back down.
That sweet fragrance he had learned to love now being shown the process of right before him.
Calmly you ran the excess lotion on your arms and neck, idly talking with Jean who was in the middle of getting dressed.
But Kurt could care less about her. She didnt even register in his mind at all.
Just you
All the other girls seemed to be non existent to Kurt, watching you almost hypnotized- Before your hands reached for the knot in the towel pulling it free.
In that moment Kurt brain seemed to pick up again as he looked away before he could catch a glimpse of anything.
Every thought in his brain hitting at once as he looked around for the exit to the crawlspace. Trying to move out as quickly as possible almost in a scramble as he tried to avoid seeing you like this.
He wanted to see you naked infront of him in a completely different way! Not this!
Not This Not This Not This!!
He didnt realize how loud his thoughts were, how they practically screamed as he rushed out.
Jean head snapped in the direction of the mirror as her face soured.
all realized they had been caught, before they could scramble out the glass
"YOU LITTLE PERVERTS!!!"
There all the girls screamed as the horrid realization of the dirty little eyes that had been watching them.
Kurt had been mostly out of the spot before Jean had make the glass fragment. But that didnt mean he wasnt seen, especially when he teleported.
Which is what lead him to his current position.
Standing with the others as Charles, Dr. McCoy and several other adults chewed the group out. Paired with quite a few of the girls who glared at them in disgust.
Rightfully so-
Kurt knew that had every right to be mad and he didnt blame them if they kicked his and the others asses.
But it was your glare at him that made his stomach twist as he squirmed.
Kurt had his hands over his face, his face damn near magenta with how hard he was blushing.
"N-Nein I-I didnt see anything-g professor! I-I didnt know!"
Roberta started in-
"Professor he really didnt know"
"Yeah. We dragged him along"
Charles now raised a brow.
"Yet you didnt see anything"
"I-I froze... But I didnt see anything!"
"Elaborate on how and why you didn't see anything"
Kurt felt panic eat at him then. He saw your glare at him and his fear of you being made at him made his heart squeeze
"Cause I-I didnt want my first time seeing (Y/N) naked to be that way!"
Just like that Kurt lips clamped shut as the cold chill of what he said hit him. His head slowly looking up to the ceiling.
'God as your humble servant please take me now...'
Charles closing his eyes and pinching his brow as the silence felt like eternity which was only broken up by several of the girls giggled at the admittance from the blue teenager. Your eyes wide and face cherry red as you looked down at your feet.
McCoy had to clear his throat from laughing as he also looked away and biting the inside of his cheeks.
Roberto looked down his shoulders shaking trying to hold ot in- as Sam coughed a laugh in his hand and mumbled.
"Real smooth there Romeo"
"Well thats uh- doesnt excuse you from helping them in the act Kurt. Its called being Guilty by Association, You will be in detention for 2 weeks and will be on cleaning duty for the foreseeable future"
Kurt nodded softly, still looking at the ceiling as he bit his bottom lip.
"Youre dismissed. Return to your dorm"
He really didnt need to be told twice, Quickly pivoting so his back was to the group and scurrying off quickly before teleporting off to his room.
There Charles continued to chew out the other teens and dishing out harsher Punishments to them for their acts.
However your brain was replaying what Kurt had said.
"I guess he really does like you huh?"
Jean whispered in your ear as you blushed deeper..
'Hmph- When you are ready for your first hunt I'll take you'
Those had been the words her father had said to her-
He had only said when she was ready-
But never gave a time frame of when she would be.
So in her mind she felt like she was now!
"Pebble I dont think we should-"
Yua'th spoke as he followed his sister into the near by dense rocks and bones. A good distance from the clan and a small hunting ground.
"Well then go back- Father said if I get my first hunt he will take me with him"
"I think me and you both know thats not what he ment... Let alone without a proper weapon"
Pebble clenched the knife in her clawed hand as she glared at her brother as he pointed to the blade with a grumble.
"That is for food-"
"If it cuts meat it cuts meat"
He chuffed at this, rolling his eyes at her attitude and stubbornness. He reached a hand out grabbing her shoulder which she violently shook off.
"If you are gonna stand in my way- Leave"
"Im not getting in your way- Im telling this is stupid."
"This is my Hunt and my Hunt alone-"
Her older brother stared at her, bristled by her words. Before he signed, clenching his claws a bit.
"Ill be back before the sun sets.."
He grumbled as he turned away from her. Deciding he would check on her shortly in hopes she didnt get killed...
But he had a terrible feeling-
--
There The Grendel King Sat back in his throne.
He glanced around briefly- looking over as he saw his brood scattered around the area as he mentally counted.
One was missing...
However that thought was quickly cut short when the area went quiet.
Staring down at what had appeared before them.
Now a group of full grown Yautja watching Pebble- this little thing attempt to drag the gutted animal that was almost double her size while she was covered in its purple blood and gore.
In perfect sync as they followed her, even pausing when she did before watching her pick back up again. It was a solid 5 minutes of her pulling this corpse infront of her father who was still seated on his throne having also been watching silently.
She then stopped infront of him with her little chest puffed out pride on her face as she looked up to her father- The clan leader cocking his head to the side as a few rolled trills left him in curiosity.
"...Pebble- What is this"
"My first hunt!"
He chuffed a bit.
"You- Hunted this?"
He looked over what she had brought.
A Hureth
A decently sized one as well. They were quite nasty things, pesky and annoying for even grown Yautka to hunt due to tough skin and large mouths. Akin to the Ooman equivalent of a boar.
The large Yautja crossed his arms over his massive chest as his mandibles clicked and chest rumbled.
"Elaborate Pebble"
"You said once I completed my first hunt I can go with you!"
He silently realized she had dramatically misinterpreted his words- Her first Official Hunt would be after she is trained and hunts to secure her cloak.
Not just her hunting her first creature.
But he couldn't help but be impressed especially when he saw the blade that was used to skin meat for food sticking from the carcass.
"Normally most younglings are a bit older when they start to even learn how to kill something- Now tell me Pebble. How did you manage to do it?"
He mused. Curious now- He figured she must have set a trap or Possibly even waited in hiding before strik-
"I let it eat me! Then I cut myself out!"
...
The whole hall went silent at hearing this. As if everyone was holding their breath.
"You used yourself as bait!?"
He roared at his daughter- Slamming his hand on the arm of his chair at hearing such a thing as his mandibles flared. However Pebble wasnt detoured it seemed as she stared up at her father still proud of her achievement.
"Yep! The skin is hard on the outside but not on the inside!"
He clenched his hands- Angry she had put herself in ways that could have killed her, only to prove herself.
"You almost became prey-"
"No! I made myself seem like prey so I can Hunt better!"
She stated as she stomped her little foot which didnt even make a sound. Never breaking her fathers eyes as he glared at her.
"It was stupid.. and a Dirty Ooman like trick"
He growled out, Making Pebble angry it seemed.
"It worked so its not stupid- and its not a trick"
Pebble actually growled at her father. Mandibles flaring a bit as her face scrunched up.
"Its called being smart!"
He stared down at his little youngling- Hand still clenched as she didnt waver in keeping her gaze.
...
That was till he laughed, clicks of amusement leaving him as he chuffed once more.
Leaning back as he stared at his youngest spawn. He should have known better with this little one, always so tricky and quick to prove herself.
"I suppose it is a strategy.. Now"
A noise similar to a sigh left him.
"...Zyrethi You have completed your first kill... but while you are not ready for your official Hunt. You will begin your training"
Pebble who face lit up with those too human expressions of joy- something he recognized from you as she jumped up and down.
"Really!?"
"Yes- now go. Go to Vuall to help you skin it, it will be your first pelt.."
He dismissed, watching how excited she was as she nodded and ran off- managing to trip over her own legs before rushing off without pause while giggling. He waved one of the guards to grab her kill and follow her-
• You had been with Buggy for what most people may thing is FAR too long
• Having seen the best and worse of him as he had for you-
• The two of you having gotten together when Buggy was fresh faced on the pirating scene.
• What should have been a fling at best had turned into years of commitment that neither of you saw coming.
• But loved either way.
Communication!-
• Buggy isn't the best at speaking- let alone like a normal person
• The murderous pirate thing wasnt exactly what one would call a 'Calm Personality'
• But you werent any better since you were apart of the literally circus act
• However with you, he was a tiny bit more down to earth and you elevated yourself to understand him more.
• With you and Buggy it wasnt the magical novel like romances you'd wish for in books.
• Just like the pirates you are, It is as rewarding as it is work.
• Smooth sailing are paired with dangerous storms.
• You two had learned early on that while most the time you two could be 50/50- There was times where it was 80/20 for either or.
• And yes there were times you had to pick up the peices-
• Literally
• However he would always do the same for you-
Sex-
• Sex is still awesome
• But its different then the early years of honeymoon time.
• Its more down to earth- Sensual and about being together
• And now there can even be unserious moments without it being offensive
• Did you two break out into giggles when Buggy got a leg cramp mid stroke?
• Did you move weird once and fart?
• At first it would have been horrifying or down right embarrassing
• But now it was a blossom of being comforble with each other- feeling like two weird halves that make a whole weird thing.
• Then of course there is being adventurous-
• Open conversations about what you both want to try and do flow like water.
• Always wanting to spice things up even when it fails
You are currently half in what seemed to be a leather sex swing- half strapped in while it was lopsided and barely on with a slight sway of the ship naked as day.
Buggy in his boxers as he looked over the shitty instructions from the island he had raided this from.
"I dont think I feel too confident in this one Bugs-"
"Wait-"
He grumbled waving a floating hand as he looked at the instructions like an map. You couldn't help but snort a laugh at this point.
"You know- I thought this would be sexier.."
"Yeah..."
There was a beat of silence as you swayed in the swing- before Buggy tossed the instructions away.
Looking around for his knife
"Ah Fuck it Im still down- Imma cut you out, We can just hit it from the back"
Food-
• Weirdly enough this is were the two of you have the most disagreements
• Buggy has this oh so magical ability to just eat the same shit... forever
• Sure you have comfort foods or safe foods that you will eat.
• But no living being should eat hotdogs for breakfast, lunch and dinner for 3 weeks straight with no variety inbetween when he is at sea. There is plenty of other options but he will just choose this
• It usually takes you putting your foot down and make him eat something else.
Bathroom-
• While this is weird- its just reality in a relationship
• The barriers of privacy wear down into practically nothing
• It turns into a point of you two had seen each version of each other at your best and worse
• So being in the bathroom turns into something almost numb if the other just appears
You are in the bathroom, Letting nature take its course as your reading the back of a random lable since you'd forgotten to grab a book-
Half zoned out before the door slams open making your jump-
Slowly looking up at your Boyfriend Buggy- Who was shirtless and only in his boxers scratching at his treasure trail just below his belly button.
"Hey (Y/N) for the show tomorrow should I have the performers wear the sky blue themed costume or the-"
"Are you seriously having this conversation with me right now?"
You cut him off mid conversation, Blinking at him surprised and now red faced. He looks at you confused and shrugs.
"What?"
Gesturing to yourself on the toilet as if he was fucking stupid at seeing you in this damn position.
"So what? You're taking a shit-"
He shrugged, before going back to what he was talking about the costumes.
• You cant say anything since you do the same.
Buggy mid deep clean shower when you open the curtains suddently as he's mid ball wash.
"Where is the powder for the muggy balls?"
Him just wide eyed staring at you mid scrub on his dick.
I use Real Scents for Omegaverse RP! Links in the story
//You can do Omegaverse without it being dubcon\\
<<<Masterlist
Who doesnt love being in a hot ass humid room with 30 different smells all at once and stuck there.
You sure dont!
Yet here you are, in the laundromat of the base on your phone waiting for your clothes to start up.
It made your stomach churn everytime you had to here.
The assaulting scents of often far too smelly Alphas, or too sweet omegas with the punch of deodorants mixing that added fake flowers to the mix.
In sure you wanted to puke at the best at times.
"Another day in the Bikini Bottom"
You grumbled, leaned back dramatically in the uncomfortable chair as you had one ear bud in half listening to something and dozing off.
It was moments like this you silently counted down when your contract would end.
However those thoughts ended when you heard the ungodly banging of a offbalance machine. Looking out and seeing your washing deciding it wanted to try out to be a drum.
Groaning you rolled up unwilling. Reaching your hand in to the soapy water with your wet clothes rebalance the machine before slamming it closed annoyed.
Grumbling towards the wall were the scratchy paper towels were you caught somethibg-
Pausing as something caught your nose, you blinked a few times before you followed the scent to a machine. Looking around as you knew this was creepy before you opened it, grabbing what you recognized as boxers soaked in water with a tiny bit of the scentless detergent. Squeezing the water out of it you caught a deeper bit of the scent
Clearly this was an Alpha, but not offensively so. Clearly one of combat by the slight hint of dirt and gunpowder but deeper-
'Basil, pepper, lavender and just a hint of leathery musk'
It made your inner omega purr and you gave out a far too suggestive moan under your breath- grateful no one was here with you.
You could live inside of these boxers if the opportunity arose.
However you snapped out of that little part of your brain which now had you nose deep in random boxers. Shame and Horror bubbling up.
"No (Y/N)... Not like this"
But that little clawing horny little monster in your brain that mother nature decided was befitting of you appeared again-
Take themmmmm
No its Gross
But you want them in the nest..
Im not taking some strangers dirty underwear!
Yes you will!
There is probably ball sweat in these!!
BITCH I WILL MAKE YOU PRECUM IN YOUR PANTS RIGHT NOW AND MARINATE IN IT AND YA GOT NO CLEAN CLOTHES!
...
You sighed and ike that you looked around before gently closing the washing machine so it could go back to running and then tiptoeing back to your stuff. Stuffing them into your hamper to they could hopefully air try in your barrack.
That started your... rather shameful life as a clothes thief..
You snuck in during the evenings every once in a while and go and sniff through the washers- trying to find that scent before it got washed away by soap and water.
You got lucky after a few weeks and found the scent again.
Often just fishing it out before the water could wash away the scent. Chucking it into the dryer to save at least a hint of the scent before running back to your barracks as fast as possible.
While it was a slow chip between finding your gems, it was starting to stack up now your nest sporting a nice roll around of this strangers clothes that acted as your heaven.
However it seemed that you flew too close to the sun after your last little dive into the washers.
Cause now the Alpha was catching on and Simon was getting... annoyed-
He hadnt noticed much at first- A pair of boxers missing and a sock.
Normal stuff to occasionally go missing just due to the normal way washers work.
But now it had been 4 shirts, 3 pairs of sweats, shorts, socks and two pairs of boxers.
Simon growling in the laundry room as he searched around for a missing shirt he often wore.
Johnny not far from him snickering to himself as he washed a few blankets himself- pulling up his shirt a bit by the collar to cover his nose.
"Ghost you stink'n up the place, what ya so pissed 'bout?"
"Another one is missing..."
"Whats it this time LT?"
"Joggers.."
Simon was actually pissed off, Especially by Johnny who was taking jabs at him for getting stolen from constantly.
As he dug through the wet clothes to take catalog what was still there he pulled up a wet shirt and caught it-
It had barely been there but just enough for him to catch a taste.
He sniffed it softly, Seemingly the cheap washer hadn't washed it good enough since there was a try patch on it from being wrapped around something- Allowing the foreign smell to stick from whoever dug through his stuff.
An omega for sure and despite the lightness of it he was able to pick it up.
'A tropical creme brulee, cinnamon, with a touch of herby vanilla'
It had been.. nice? Delicious even..
Not offensively sweet or a punch to the face of fruit.
It complimented his scent well and he could get why an omega may like it the combination of their scents together.
He even did much to his surprise...
"LT?"
Simon snapped from his gaze looking back at the male omega who was raising a brow by the whiplash of a now pleased Alpha rather then a pissed off one. Simon sitting up a bit straighter as he held up the damp shirt.
"Found the little thief-"
...
Days like this is what you lived for-
One of your few days off that you got to just lounge-
Your bunkmate was out on an assignment, you got some food from the closest resturant that you actually liked- so no cafeteria food today!
"Universe- Thank you!"
In the underwear you had stolen as you practically swan dive into your nest. Purring as you wiggle deeper into the pile of clothes and blankets. Sprawled out happily as you set your food next to you, pulling up your laptop as you opened one of the downloaded TV shows and tucked in, gently pulling one of the stolen shirts over yourself like a blanket.
You were so focused all day on preparing for your little fun time that you had been oblivious to the fact you were being tailed..
For Simon it didnt taken very long to find you, fact it was painfully easy that it mildly annoyed him-
You were loud at best and he had heard concrete blocks with softer steps and grace.
This dumpster panda had been the one stealing from him?
If you werent cute he would honestly be offended.
But it worked to his benefit
Stepping into the dorms he calmly walked to your barrack, having gone through your logs to know which door was yours.
Opening the door with ease with his painfully good locking pickinv he peaked inside, eyes narrowing as he damn near growled in delight. That little primal itch in his brain scratching just right at the image he was greeted to.
There an omega happily laying on their stomach in a nest of his things, underwear that was his missing pair on, eating some takeaway and watching a TV show he'd never seen let alone bother to watch.
The most perfect perspective of a happy omega- Something most alphas would be thrilled to see, if not over the moon.
And a odd part of him was?
Huffing a tiny bit he slipped inside silently closing the door, leaned against the wall closest to the door as he watched you closely.
A bit amazed by your oblivious nature, however he figured that you being face deep in one of his shirts acting as a pillow case it was hard to pick up.
So he decided to make it easy
'Knock'
'Knock-'
Snapping from your show immediately you turn expecting your bunk mate but was met with something else..
You looked like a deer in headlights- staring at the special ops soldier you had only seen in passing when others would look to the arriving pack from a mission that was so secret it was hidden behind lock and key before being tossed into lava or whatever.
This was not what any Omega would want to see- a far too large Alpha close to your nest.
You were ready to scream, crawl to you knew you had a weapon and defend yourself that was till you caught it.
His scent..
The same scent that you were currently laying it.
Oh...
...
Suddently all fight left you as you froze... looking down at yourself and pointed to the boxers.
"Im uh-... These are yours?"
He gave a silent not, He truly was terrifying to look at. Only being able to see his eyes and the way he filled the room- immediately having turned the space into his without you even realizing it.
His eyes went over your barely clad form to the nest you were in- seeing how you squirmed uncomforbly at him looking at your work.
"Mhm.."
You bit your bottom lip and winced. Slowly pulling your blanket up to try and give your pride a fighting chance- totally not to try and swallow down wanting to cry and jump out a window.
"Never had someone steal from me, let alone wear my trunks of all things"
Ah yes- you wished he would shoot you, or do some secret special move that takes you out.
Simon however was weirdly having- Fun?
Normally he probably would have angrily growled or snatched his things away from this random thief omega. But your embarrassment seemed to make a smile curl under his mask- however did keep himself as far against the wall as possible not wanting to scare you like he did earlier.. He hadnt liked the way your scent had soured those first few moments.
"If all these clothes.. were to be washed and appear in a dryer- would this moment disappear from both our memories"
You stutter out, head lowered a bit submissivly to in hopes to help your case.
"Think your a few clothes too short from that 'mega"
"Are you going to report me?"
"No- tho I do gotta ask, why trunks of all things?"
"They uh.. you smell nice"
Simon actually pinched the bridge of his nose, to you it was almost like he was irritated- but he was trying to hold in a laugh.
Before he straightened up and he looked around for only a moment, catching your hamper as he pulled up one of your favorite shirts and underwear before calmly stuffed it into his jacket. Staring down at your blooming surprised look, before he turned and opened the door.
"Consider this square. Come by my barrack- think we have some things to discuss"
With that he left-
Just like that
Leaving you there with your face bright red and jaw slacked.
As was most of the X-Men sitting in the dinning area.
They all watched him as he seemed deep in thought and they knew why.
You were 2 days overdue and you were miserable..
They hadn't induced you yet, as it seemed after the 4th day they would if your labor didn't occur naturally.
However that overdue was making you hate your existence, your husband, your friends-
Even the fucking Air.
"Maybe more spicy foods?"
Ororo suggested softly, Kurt just shaking his head.
"Nein- She has gotten every pepper on earth and made stir fry.. Ive never smelled something so spicy before... my lungs burned"
"Maybe uh- Physical activities?"
Scott said softly, giving a light cough in mild embarrassment at the soft suggestion but Kurt shyly shifted.
"Been doing that-"
Jean shook her head sof5ly.
"Poor (Y/N)-"
Kurt hummed in agreement as he rubbed his face. Stressed over how miserable you were, he felt so guilty.
He never wanted to have you be in a state like this.. Sure it was amazing to see you round with his child- a picture he had only dreamed of seeing before you guys were first dating.
But he hadn't truly grasped at the price of his fantasy. Never realized the extreme suffering that went with pregnancy till now...
The pain, hormone, sweating, cravings, bloating and overall hell!
Kurt stood up then, deciding to see you instead of throwing ideas around your guys friends.
Quickly teleporting away to the front of your guys room, taking a moment to let the air clear around him since he had learned early on the brimstone smell made you sick.
Walking in he was met with a rather interesting view- but one he'd grown used to ironically.
You were seated on a yoga ball facing the bed slowly bouncing on it with your head bowed and arms stretched over the crumpled blankets.
You were in a pair of sweats you'd stolen from him and a shirt that was only halfway covering your belly oh so wonderfully painted with deep magenta stretchmarks. You had run out of fitting comfort clothes at month 7 so this is what you were confined to.
"Schatz?"
Kurt said softly, moving over to you as he placed a gentle hand on your back.
You stopped bouncing and looking up at him with an exhausted face.
"How are you feeling?"
"My back hurts... everything hurts.. Im a pregnant elephant and I smell like milk"
You put your face back into the mattress and grumbled.
"Here let me rub.. And Nein, you dont- well you do smell like milk but its nice milk, nor are you a pregnant elephant- infact you ar-"
"Call me beautiful and I'll hit you with a pillow"
Kurt chuckled softly as he took a kneee next to you, his eyes soft as he softly rubbed your lower back.
"Well you are, fact is your face in the bedding is what led us here"
He joked as he continued to rub your back, you letting out even snorting a bit of a laugh.
"Don't even think about it fuzzy butt.. We cant even get the first one out on time- dont even think of another one"
"Ja well, a man can dream. Especially with a wife like you.. You have done so much (Y/N), there is nothing I can truly say or do to show you how much I appreciate all you have done and been through"
Turning your face from the mattress you look to Kurt, who looked at you with so much love it was almost like a movie. Your bottom lip beginning to shake as immediately you started to sob.
"Ive got you Ive got you"
Kurt said softly as he softly brought you to his arms while you stayed on the yoga ball. You sobbing hysterically against him, both from being uncomfortable and greatful for your husband who was kissing your cheeks to sooth you.
Kurt gently moved you to the bed, it had been a disaster to get you comfortable but Kurt had always done his bed.
Carefully moving the pillows around you, listening to your instructions of were to place them. Before he had you tucked in with pillows as you gave a soft sigh.
"Better?"
"Yeah... I actually feel kinda okay.."*
You hum softly, a ghost of a smile on your lips. Before you wince and give a soft groan.
"Back still hurting?.."
"My back always hurts, it just sucks extra cause I cant move well"*
Kurt eyes narrowed a bit as he placed his palm over your stomach and slid it lower, feeling the tightness off muscles and a added heat.
"(Y/N)... Could it be contractions? Or very slow labor? Like the book Dr. McCoy said?"
You slowly turn your gaze to look at your husband. Your face souring like youd bitten a lemon that the devil ran his taint over.
"...Kurt I swear all that is holy- If we find out these are contractions after I get up from finally feeling comforble- Imma strangle you"
.... 30 minutes later you found out it was indeed contractions
Bonus!
You felt murderous...
Kurt could feel it as you sat in bed glaring at the wall slowly chewing on ice chips like they deserved your anger, Only moving your eyes to McCoy who you had finally acknowledged after he had been speaking to you about what he had seen after his exam of your son who had decided he wanted to take his sweet ass time coming into the world.
"It will most likely just a very slow labor and you may feel addional discomfort, now you can request a Epidural bu-"
You snatched McCoy by the fuzzy blue beard the moment that 'But attempted to leave his lips and yanked him to you which made the man give a surprised yelp.
"You listen here... I am 2 days past due and I want my Son out of me. So this is going one of two ways... You give me enough drugs till my eyes cross- Or you cut him out of me. Cause if one of those two things dont happen I will make it so you are as flat as a board between your legs"
You hissed, A stressed out giggle leaving you for some damn reason you couldn't pinpoint and feeling tears in your eyes.
"Are. We. Clear"
Kurt and McCoy eyes were as wide as saucers as they stared at you. McCoy normally a very forward and put together man opened his mouth to speak before growing quiet.
"Lets uh. Start with the epidural.. and if anything happens like dilation stalls or distress. We will do an emergency C-section"
You gave a happy sigh and let go of the good doctor as he pulled his head back quickly and rubbed his chin.
"Wonderful!"
The two blue men stare at you with worried eyes as you shifted in bed.
To say you got that epidural in record time was an understatement.
So I have been kinda going over some novels and it sort of stuck out that Yautja seem to be a hybrid of Snakes, Cats and Humans.
Which explained why they mainly eat meat and some small amounts vegetation
So it had me thinking.
What are Yautja reaction to common human food?
MEAT! 🍖
Most meat products they enjoy- especially Beef.
They can tear it up with ease- Different styles of cooking it are also more then welcomed however they are perfectly fine eating it raw too.
Chicken is also welcomed or any form of bird. It is quite delightful the different ways humans can prepare it.
There is a odd love for smoked or roasted chicken. However there is great amusement in a Yautja demanding their human go to their favorite East Asian market and get the wide flavorful selections.
Most processed meats are just seen as 'Wtf am I eating?' It is very similar to eating dog food to them-
There is a surprising lack of enthusiasm with fish however it seems a matter of 'Eh its fine'
Pork however is not prefered but it is unknown why..
Eggs are sort of like meat gushers- It has been seen them just eating a raw eggs.. shell and all.
Dairy is definitely a think of confusion-
It is quite literally fermented milk so it is not something they can enjoy.
Yogurt or cottage cheese is funny as shit as they taste it once and just dump it on the ground.
Nope.
CARBS! 🍞
Pasta is.. weird to them. As is most forms of carbs. It hits there stomach weirdly and while it is pretty bland for them in terms of taste it's mostly the uncomfortable fullness of how it expands that seem to be the most odd for them.
Not bad but- Far too odd to want more of.
Normal grains are fine, still not a preference but fine. Taking them to a hipster market is best for these things
FRUIT AND VEG 🍎 🥕
Most fruits and vegetable are fine with them. However there are a few outliers.
Citris is by preference. Some like it- Some absolutely hate it.
Clove and Cinnamon also. It's something that is tolerated however generally disliked.
However universal hatred is Onions and Garlic
You have never seen a Yautja move faster away from something is Onions and garlic is involved. With their sensitive smell it is no less then torture.
It could probably save your life if you are in a kitchen and just chop Onions or throw some crushed garlic.
SWEETS! 🍬
Sugar however is liked-
It's liked a lot actually.
Naturally with some vegetation they are drawn to one's that are starch heavy like roots or some forms of fruit that can be grown mainly due to the fact it is calorie dense and provides a good amount of energy.
So when they get a hold of human sugar products.
It hits their system hard and fast-
It's like putting their dopamine on overdrive. It's addictive and they will seek it out after getting one taste of it-
There is something comedic at seeing these large beings of raw power grabbing handfuls of whatever sugar they can. Or even just eating raw sugar by pouring it in their mouth.
So its best to never give them sugar.
It was be horrifying if humans gave another species diabetes..
Lastly is Liquor. 🍸
Now Yautja do have their own form of alcohol- It's closer to beer or kombucha however and does cause a mild hazy effect.
So they have no problem with ooman beers if not find them quite enjoyable.
The first time someone decided to be a asshole and give Yautja a shot of tequila or Vodka.
They mistake it for poison and almost kill that ooman-
Which it technically is Poison.
Their reaction to strong liquor is very different.
They become almost sedated?-
Like some form of forced hibernation.
They become damn near perfectly still as their head bobs occasionally, but otherwise don't really move? Eyes wide open- Staring at the ground just sit there till the effect wears off which luckily due to their strong systems is fairly fast and they can comfortably move again afterwards-
But it is fairly unnerving.
If they were given something like everclear or moonshine they would probably just sit for a solid day if not longer.
-- MINI STORY TIME! --
Kainde was watching you like a hawk when you were cracking open those crates with happy squeals.
He purred low in his throat crossed his arms as he looked at the array of food that had been dropped off for you.
You'd adapted well on Yautja Prime however diet was still an issue. Some things however just couldn't be adapted.
Mostly food.
There was just some things you both needed and were missing. Certain vitamins and minerals that just didn't naturally populate on his planet-
He needed to be a good mate and provide so, he got food for you. So he had gotten (stolen) crates of food from earth for you to enjoy-
Kainde watching calmly as you were giddy looking over your food. Feeling a swell of pride at seeing your joy at his care for you.
You opening up a bag of chips and some candy. That processed junk you had grown to miss so much as you were quick to pop one of the chips into your mouth.
Turning his head to the side as you moaned in delight at the taste. A soft grunt coming from Kainde at the sight, You catching his curious gaze as you held up the bag.
"Wanna try some?"
Yautja did have some culinary culture but it was admittedly limited. They had some stews, roasted meats and vegetation however that ended pretty much there. And that was only in their homes on downtime.
Most the time they would just eat whatever meat they could find and often raw.
He knew he liked beef. That was pretty much it however.
So he nodded in agreement to try some.
So you rather excitedly got some basics. A few types of bread, some sliced meat, some cheese, preserves, a bit of candy, and some things here and there.
Of course you start easy with just some bread.
"You usually put these together to make sandwich"
Now adding some meat and cheese to him- Handing over the open face sandwich
He shrugged.
'Better'
Pleased with this you quickly open a packet of gummy worms and hand one to him. His mandibles flared he slowly squished it between his claws and you see his eyes stare at you hard.
'Squishy Bug'
"It's candy, It's just shaped like a bug"
He actually gave a sigh as he ate it. Kainde giving a soft pur as he seemed to like it, forking the other another peice which he ripped into.
'So sugar huh-'
Grabbing the next thing to just test your little theory. You hand him a spoon full of some preserves.
He took it calmly as he took the spoonful, Pausing as his mandibles click together. Before handing the spoon back calmly and he gestured at you for another scoop which you gave him.
Eating it quicker this time he gestured again for another scoop and you giggled and closed the jar.
"Youre gonna eat all of it"
'I am'
Kainde said truthfully, clearly just telling you he was gonna just steal that jar. You were gonna have to hide it somewhere since he would probably clear the jar quickly.
You gave him other random things including the chips, some cereal and even some jerky.
He stole the Jerky- obviously..
Before he stared complaining of how he could taste chemical in the food, looking at it weirdly as he thought you may be ingesting some sort of poison or he got the wrong things.
You explained it wasn't the case, however he was looking over the packaging to see if he could translate the english on it. Which was funny as hell
'It's like those super healthy people- Hes actually looking at an ingredient list'
"And finally some seasoning. It's to make the food taste better"
You opened some of the spices and held it to him, Which he would sniff and if he liked the smell enough he would taste it.
So far liking pepper, seasoning salt and chili powder the most.
You crack open the next container and hold it to him, Him leaning over to sniff it before his head shot back immediately as if you'd hit him.
You'd seen something you'd never seen before-
A Yautja Gag..
Kainde shot up from his spot as he continued to gag his shoulders hunching hard as he gagged and heaved like he was going to puke.
Shooting out of the kitchen area so fast you could barely register it.
Slowly you look at the bottle and read the lable.
Garlic Powder.
You started laughing so hard you wheezed and cried.
"No Fucking Way!"
He glared at you from outside the kitchen as he literally hissed so hard it made your body rattle.
'Close It-'
"It's just Garlic Powder!-"
'Close. It'
Kainde making sure you closed that lid before he took a step into the kitchen again now distrusting of any of those bottles of seasoning and growling when you stifled a laughter each time you offered.
The onion powder was his final straw and he just left after that.
You learned later when he went off world he took that bottle of garlic and onion powder and chucked it into the void of space.
WARNING!: Medical Phobia, Nightmare involving Non-Consensual conception
Part 4 <<< Part 6>>>
You and Ci'tde sat together on the floor watching Amir who was currently pressing every button on the wrist gauntlet that Ci'tde seemed to have just given to him.
After making sure he didnt eat the odd little insect thing, you continued to eat. Breaking little peices with your teeth occasionally to pass to your baby who of course was more the happy to eat anything offered before going back to playing .
Ci'tde watching you and Amir closely. A silent study it seemed- which he was the one to break.
'How did you mate my Master?'
...
You felt a cold chill go down your spine at the upfront question. It felt like lead had dropped into your stomach instead of whatever stewed meat you were eating.
"Thats uh.. very personal"
'Why?'
He turned his head to the side mildly, a trait that even with his Helment still on reminded you of your son- Clearly a trait that was common with this species.
"I dont know about you guys but we do not openly talk about our sex lives like that"
You manage out. Eating another peice of meat and praying he would drop it- which he did, if not with a small scoff.
There was silence again, accept Amir who had now chosen the time to climb on Ci'tde which made the older Yautja move his tendrils back quickly out of reach.
You smirked a bit. Clearly the older alien having found out your son liked to grab things the hard way- a soft chuckle leaving you.
"I take it Amir showed you his 'grabby hands'"
Demonstrating as you flexed your hand in a little claw at Amir who giggled and replicated it while still in Ci'tde possession.
Ci'tde growling a bit at this-
"And unfortunately more..."
This actually made a laugh leave you but is quickly stopped by the pain that shot through your head from exhaustion, making you close your eyes for a second.
Ci'tde however caught it quickly.
'You are still tired?'
Nodding softly you couldn't even muster up the will to lie to him. Nodding he stood up, letting Amir back on the floor as he gestured for you to follow him- which you silently did.
Ci'tde tucking Amir under his arm like one would do with a pillow.
It was way larger then the one on the ship-
You rubbed your face a bit, the bed looked both like heaven but constructed in hell. Piled high with pelts and different creatures you couldn't even hope to understand.
'Sleep-'
"But Amir-"
'Safe. Will be here when you wake'
You were massively uncomforble with the idea.
However at this point, you were delirious.
Worried that if you went any longer without some sort of deeper rest you may actually be more of a danger to your son then a safety.
You'd seen and read the horror stories of mother's crazed from lack of sleep.. and in your case with an alien child you doubt it would be pretty.
You needed to go back.. couldnt exactly call it home- you didnt think you really had one anymore.
Sleeping on the floor of a former drug shed wasn't exactly what one would call a home..
You'd lost what that was the moment you'd stepprd into that clinic that day..
The moment you heard the heartbeat of your son..
Those people had ripped away what home was to you before this.
They were the ones that did this to you- They were probably still looking for you and your Baby.
Your stomach churned, for a moment the pelts felt like ice cold floor and too strong smell of bleach.
Quickly you pressed your face into the furs.. It smelt like animal, herbs and something you couldn't quite place- But ripped that feeling of that lab from you.
At least they couldn't get Amir here..
Amir would he safe here-
And you were only safe since because your son ironically...
"Damn.."
You couldn't be a burden on your own baby..
If you left they would just see you poorly and keep Amir..
Your heart already shriveling at the thought alone feeling tears well in your eyes.
Taking a heavy breath you wipe your face and Keeping your sobs at bay with shaking deep breaths.
"Just sleep... Just sleep... just-"
The moment you closed your eyes, what should have been the numbing warmth of blackness. Was instead warped into vivid light.
The fur bed faded away as you found yourself dressed back in your hospital gown laid on what was akin to a gynecologist table. There several people wearing almost alien like white sterile suits with their eyes replaced with black glossy goggles. Each one with different tools in hand as they stared between your spread legs-
Pure panic gripped your heart as you quickly thrashed from the restrains of the table, screaming widely as they turned to finally look at you-
Kicking the entity as it crumbled like paper and you rolled off the chair- falling off of it which felt like you fell 20 feet before landing on the cold ground.
You scrambled wildly to your feet- dashing forward as you saw those warped bodies of scientist began to move towards you.
Dashing forward you stumble as you rush towards the exit- Damn near jumping out the opened double doors with all of your being. Met with harsh rocks and dry crumbled soil, red and foreign.
Tears in your eyes as you crawled forward desperately to escape the cold rubbered hands that tried to drag you back.
Your fingers digging into dark rough soil which scratched you- clung to your face as your cried.
There you are kneeling, Staring at clawed feet...
They didnt look like Ci'tde- Nor did they look like your sons..
Slowly your gaze followed them up.. thick like tree trunks all the way up to a hulking figure of a Yautja.
Grizzly, like he had been through hell and back but lived.
You couldn't see much, shadowed and like something that you had seen in passing but not focused on.
It was then you saw the tail of something move behind him, Before he turned just as fast and whatever it was collided with him. Both their forms barreling at you as you saw a two mouthed monster with its whipped tail trying to attack the mystery Yautja.
There in horror still on your hands and knees petrified in your hospital gown. Only looking away when you saw blood between your legs and..
A black tail slide from out of you.
You gasp awake- breathing hard as you laid there.
You were thirsty, oddly sweaty and felt like you had been both drugged to sleep yet nearly well rested.
It felt like youd only blinked before you felt a jolt.
Now awake even though it had felt like youd just closed your eyes.
For a split second you hoped you were on the floor of the shed- The weirdness you had grown used to.
But no you were still on an Alien Ship.
You felt more exhausted then when you'd fallen asleep.. especially with Amir now wide awake next to you chewing on a random pelt, which you pulled away from him also noting your bowl was missing.
The door opening as you see Ci'tde standing there staring at you from the doorway.
'We have arrived'
A heavy and long sigh left you, feeling almost a bit numb at the situation- you wondering if it was your bodies way of keeping you from having a freak out like yesterday.
"I want the bowl back.."
'No'
He said almost immediately before turning and walking away quickly. You flip him off as he walked out.
Amir looking at you then the gesture as he started to replicate it on his own little clawed hand. Pointing at you with it as he mimicked you with a cheerful giggling.
You sigh heavily and close your eyes as you cover Amir's hand with your own.
"Goddamn it.."
Ci'tde watched as you slumped out of the den with Amir in your arms- You somehow looked worse then when you were on the floor. He just assumed still recovering from your instability from the evening before.
He wished to say an apology however by the soured look on your face- He felt as if currently may not be the best time..
Wincing a bit as the hot air hit your face, when the ship doors opened. Now face to face with a landscape you were most likely never ment to see- desert lands with massive carved stones which seemed to both play into its advance tech and its roots of a culture.
You'd have appreciated it more if you didn't see others near by clearly having docked their own ships and now looking to Ci'tde and yourself.
Stepping from the ship you knew you looked like a walking a pile of shit-
In pajamas that youd prefer no one ever see you in, some sort of mystery stains all over your person, and you smelt like sweat and that oh so fresh 'I just woke up this morning' funk.
Wonderful...
'Follow-'
Nodding softly you did as told following Ci'tde lead.
You felt almost embarrassed walking through there. You felt the stares of the others all on you as well as Amir. Those clicks and growls at you which you knew what they ment..
An outsider.
However you couldn't help but let your mind wonder to Ci'tde. He must feel at least some form of embarrassment himself- Not exactly a good look for any culture or species to leave and come back with some stranger and a baby being towed behind.
But you didn't think too far in that- Being embarrassed was the most mild punishment you could think of for him after abducting you and your baby..
Yeah fuck him..
He can enjoy his walk of shame with you.
It was luckily a wonderfully short walk to what almost looked like a cave with a metal door- Lead inside you were met with a similar aesthetic. Stone, Bone and Metal.
"It's like the alien fucking Flintstones"
You mumble, Looking around at the both super modern yet super old look to the place.
'Stay here-'
He said- before walking away leaving you and Amir in the opened space.
Amir tries to move down from your arms clearly wanting to explore. But you tighten your grip.
"Yeah Lets not-"
You didn't know what anything was and didn't want to learn the hard way.
He started to whine immediately at you grabbing him- Sighing a bit as you really didn't need your son deciding that it was the best time to throw a tantrum. You didn't have it in you.
So you let him go and instead deciding to put on your mental mom shield and begin to play with him.
A way to at least keep him distracted so he didn't run off and get himself in trouble.
Amir bursting out in giggles began to tickle him.
Making fake eating sounds on his belly as he squealed out laughing loudly.
"No!"
He laughed, as you did it again feeling his little feet kick in joy.
"No? Really? Well then- If I can't eat you- I guess we gotta spin!"
Immediately beginning to spin around holding Amir so he got to flop a little.
However you felt a ping of stress hit you.. once again your head ready to spiral as you stared at your son who you had in your arms as you spun in circles as he laughed.
You felt the very ground shake snapping you from your spiraling thoughts and spinning which had made you a bit dizzy, as you saw a massive shadow eclipse you. Looking up slowly you saw this massive person- or whatever this species was, you think Ci'tde had called himself and Amir 'Yautja'. They had longer locs then Ci'tde and was twice his size, built like a linemen on steroids and ate bricks for fun with the wider larger mandibles and tusk that could probably bite off your head.
'Female'
Ci'tde said finally as he gestured to her. You felt like you were about to shit a brick-
Dear fuck their females were massive..
The women or um- Female Yautja stared down at you, Then at Amir who seemed to not give a damn as he stared right back at her- Sure you couldnt read her face but let body language seemed to shift to something more.. Uncomforble as she stared at your son.
But you snapped from that thought when Amir started going a bit dead weight against your grasp as he growled and fussed either wanting to play more or explore.
'Release him. He will be safe'
It was a knee jerk reaction but you shook your head no immediately.
This didn't really feel like the most sunshine and rainbows type of planet. Nor did they seem like that in terms of people.
'He needs to be cleaned'
"Yes and I'll clean him"
'You need to be cleaned'
Ci'tde watched your features closely. Not wanting a repeat of the ship incident he decided wording was very important for you and your species.
'Would you be willing to go with her- Amir will be cleaned, and you. Then he will be returned to you'
Staring at him- You felt a weird tinge.. It may seem small if not desperate..
But it gave you at least the illusion of getting to be in the driver's seat of your life.
Slowly, you nodded and released your son who settled himself down and beginning to crawl- Aka his fastest way of moving to clearly explore as much as possible.
You didn't know why you were doing this... If you were maybe more well rested or having at least a sliver of pride you'd have kicked up another fit.
But you didnt.. You were dirty, tired and overall felt emotionally worn out.
Ci'tde nodded at you before looking to the large Yautja who watched Amir crawl to explore before looking back and you and waved for you to follow her.
Which you did..
It was sort of like you were going through the motions?
Not in your body- Just a shell that was nodding along and letting yourself be told what to do.
It's what your life had turned into anyway
Just things happening and you being forced to deal with it.
It reminded you of a bath house, like the ones you'd see in anime or in historic documentaries of Greeks and Romans.
She began to undress immediately throwing you off so much you actually looked around yourself as if someone was seeing this or were you losing your mind-
Gesturing clearly for you to do the same. Which you did if not a bit embarrassed-
'I guess I'm getting naked with a alien.. What the fuck is my Life?'
You caught for a moment the way her eyes drifted to your stomach and the evidence of your pregnancy. A grumble leaving her as she quickly walked into the water leaving you standing there.
There in the tinted blue water you stare at it for a moment. It smelt weird but you weren't going to say that out loud.
"Is it normally this color?"
You sheepishly ask, However that was ignored.
Seemed like they mostly had a translator in the helmet so without it you were left there unable to understand her and feeling more out of place then ever before.
With that you stepped into the water. It was hot, almost the perfect temperature but it had a unique affect on your skin, clearly something mixed with the water itself.
Almost like if mild icy hot was a hot bath?
The water was so nice tho.. Almost addictive in a odd way as you let yourself sink into it.
You couldn't help but let your mind wonder a bit.
Was Amir okay?..
Was this place safe?..
If the female Yautja are so large how do the Male Yautja fuc-
It wasnt till a large hand touched your shoulder did that train of thought ended and she handed you a washing net. Sort of like a washcloth some some sort of tinted soap.
"Thank you"
But she seemed once again brush off that as she cleaned herself with her own net rag.
Deciding that you didn't want to make this more awkward then it already was being forced to share a bath with a stranger. So you shut the hell up and washed your ass..
The bath was fortunately short- Wash, Rinse, Climbing out when she did. Once again going through the motions of just parroting what she did.
She rather roughly held out some form of clothes for you. Some form of tied skirt, a similar style of top and full body fishnets.
What is with this group and fishnets?
However this all was very quickly turning to a 'When in Rome' situation. Paired with any part of your body you really didn't want to be highlighted was now free display-
You didn't know why, But all of this was worse then uncomfortable. Like she was irritated at something around you, Which made everything feel so much worse.
Once dressed she stormed out of the bathhouse and you followed despite her much faster steps then before. Marching to what you realized was once again a kitchen- Which you didn't enter this time..
She growled and seemed to grab something from what looked like a deep set in stove.
Before marching back with a bowl of some sort of food placed in your hands before she pointed ahead back to where you had come from.
Silently standing there you look to her, seeing the way her mandibles seemed flared- Only seeing this with Amir when he was upset.
"..Thank you again"
You mumbled, Trying to keep what little remained of your emotions not to go to the gathering warmth you felt in your eyes.
She sort of just stared at you, having not ignored your thanks like before. At least in some way she actually have understood you this whole time, as her shoulders slumped heavily with all the irritation washing from her and she nodded softly to you.
A silent 'You're welcome' it seemed.
Before she turned walking away, her body seemingly dramatically deflated compared to before- head even bowed a bit as she walked off quietly.
You read her body language well..
Seemingly even the pain of one woman to another could be stretched over galaxies.
Depression, disappointment and sadness...
When you return you see Ci'tde standing there, letting Amir play it seemed and just staring at him- once again his head turned to the side as if confused.
Moving next to stand next to him. Your eyes downcast as you stare at the mystery meat bowl then Amir.
Ci'tde stared at you and could absolutely tell he had pushed you well past a point you can apparently handle.
How your body was slumped, Your body language reading nothing short of exhaustion and clear dissociation on your face as you stared at your child.
Only looking away back to the bowl in your hands, Some cubes of meat in what looked like a red tinted gravy- well you hoped it was gravy... Finally taking a piece of the meat and putting it to your lips..
It was like if Beef and Chicken had a weird baby. With something really peppery, slightly sweet and oily?
Kind of like the concept of something from a Chinese restaurant. But it still was odd in your mouth, clearly a food you were never meant to eat.
'Food and being cleaned I hope eased you?'
Ci'tde cut through the silence finally.
"I guess"
All you could really do was muster a shrug. Heaving a shuffle drawing your attention to a odd little creature that seemed to have scurried in-
You didn't know exactly what it was however it was fast. Aka why Amir was trying to catch it- You knew if he did it would go straight into his mouth.
Stepping forward to stop him Ci'tde held a hand across your front to keep you from intervening.
'Good practice to hunt. Let him'
Nodding softly you sort of just freeze there.
You got this weird vibe from this all. Looking to Ci'tde, you didn't know these people- you didn't know this culture. However all of this felt wrong.. Not just cause of this being an alien planet, there seemed to be a conversation hovering around you.
"Why.. Is all of this happening?"
You finally ask, it was general and pertained to almost every aspect of your life, however knew it could lead to some form of answer. Ci'tde continuing to stare at Amir straight ahead through his mask.
'The Yautja you were mated to was Elite Hunter- the mentor of mine. Honored very greatly'
Your stomach soured at the wording of being 'mated' to some alien. However your brain deciding it wasn't the time or place to talk about it. If Ever.
"Oh.. so its more of keeping his family together or?"
He shook his head quickly.
'Births are difficult even for Yautja. No other younglings survived'
Accept Amir...
You understood now.
You'd done something no yautja had- Yet a human of all things had done it..
Amir was in short a legacy.
More then that.
A miracle baby.
They were tolerating you cause you'd not only given birth to a child that would be highly sought after but had lived to tell so as a human.
Slowly your gaze drifted back to were you'd come from- from the female yautja who had helped you..It felt like you had lead in your stomach as you were connecting the dots and didn't like were it was leading to.
They thought you were the lover or one night stand of some great figure-
What if they found out what Amir actually is? Would they shun him too like he'd be on earth?
A silent panic started to eat away at you.
"...What now?"
Ci'tde looked to you, As if wondering the same himself.
The two of you hear a little 'Omph-!' Looking to see Amir on his belly with the little critter in his hands.
He'd caught it.
Ci'tde making a odd noise from his mask, quickly picking up it was him laughing. Clearly pleased at seeing the boy able to catch the little thing- a small smile going over your own lips.
Which quickly ended when Amir went to put the little creature in his mouth. Now both of you moving forward at the same time to stop him.
Thought this was funny- I'm calling these Amir Minis cause why not! Just a short story between Chapters.
The Hell Ci'tde went through the 6 hours he had you locked into the kitchen!
Ci'tde heard you still banging on the wall as you screamed and yell, catching the sound also of the bowl hitting it as well.
Staring at it with a low growl.
Your instability made no sense to him- Sure you had mated with a Yautja and managed to successfully reproduce somehow but your reaction felt unwarranted.
His gaze went down to Amir who was staring back at him wide eyed.
Ci'tde scoffed
This would be easy.
Hour 1-
Ci'tde smirked as he stared at Amir who was seated by his chair at the controls of the ship his hand down as Amir seemed to be 'attacking' his hand.
Amir bit him, Giving little growls as his harmless bites to his hand. A common things younglings did and Ci'tde actually found enduring about younglings.
With his free hand Ci'tde removed his mask, setting it aside as he let himself wind down a but.
Stretching his mandibles a bit as the mask did keep them tucked away and was to a degree a bit uncomfortable.
He felt Amir suddently pull away from biting his hand. Looking down he saw Amir staring up at him Before holding his arms up to him wanting to be picked up, which he complied with.
He calmly looked over the child as he held him, curiously looking him over. The dominant gene seemed to be Yautja, but those ooman like qualities were truly unique.
Especially those eyes- oomans had such expressive eyes.
Ci'tde chuffed a bit as he saw that burning curiosity in the childs gaze as he stared at his face- almost in awe or what the equivalent that a chuld so young could.
Amir little clawed hand reached tapping at the larger Yautja face just trying to figure out who this was-
Ci'tde giving soft purs to the child, Amir beginning to giggle at the other at hearing at least something he'd never heard before.
Amir reached out again touching the sides of his mandibles, grabbing at the males bottom tusk which he gentle pulled away from.
'Finding my face amusing?'
Ci'tde asked softly, He knew Amir wouldn't understand his language but he figured it was best to start now.
Amir gurgled a bit as if a attempt to reply.
Then-
Grabbing hard at Ci'tde loc and yanking with surprising force. Drawing an actual yelp from the Yautja.
He set the child down quickly as he growled low to himself at the painful pull of the appendage.
Hour 2-
The Yautja managed to recover quickly from the rather unwelcome abuse of his loc.
Having pulled them up so they were a bit more difficult to grab. This wasn't his preference however at this point a necessity..
He turned quickly as he heard Amir give a gurgled out purr as he looked in his direction seeing Amir reaching out to grab at the different weapons he had out but seeming one drawing his attention the most.
Rushing over quickly he pulled Amir away setting the youngling behind him to keep him at bay as Ci'tde was fast to everything away. Silently blaming himself for not being as responsible as he should have been with his equipment.
'Lets not do that-'
He hissed a bit, however did pause as he noted that he had a few things out but Amir seemed to want one in particular.
'So the Th’kwei? Interesting'
It wasn't as popular of a blade as it required some well placed skill.
Oomans had a similar tool called a Khopesh which was almost identical. Besides the bettering tech-
'It's a sign of a good hunter your interest in weap-'
Ci'tde stopped his little compliment as he rushed forward seeing Amir reaching for one of the spines of a recent hunt to pull down.
The Yautja running over quickly to stop him once more.
'Do not touch that-'
Hour 3-
Ci'tde had his arms crossed, Staring at Amir as the child who was currently seated on the floor messing with his mask. He felt like a small sacrifice to keep him entertained as it seems like if he didnt have anything in his hands he would cause trouble.
He hummed a bit to himself, Going over what he knew so far about Amir. However the times didn't add up in his brain-
He needed more information
Ci'tde pausing going into a side compartment and grabbing a metal and glass cylander.
He pressed the small device into the childs arm drawing a blood sample. The needle was entirely painless, Amir didn't even notice till Ci'tde pulled away and Amir tried to reach out assuming it was a toy.
Ci'tde held up the vile, taking in the unique blood. It was luminescent like his out but a ruby red color- too light for a humans red blood, but too dark for yautja vibrant green.
A almost perfect inbetween.
'Hm-'
He turned away to put the small blood sample into the mini cryo-pod to keep it from going bad till he could test it on Yautja Prime.
He'd head the heavy unsteady feet of the child before it turned into silence.
Ci'tde froze- Looking around wildly before his eyes caught Amir close to the main panels.
His clumsy little self slapping at the side of the panel, unknowing the low sensor for the ships camouflage turning it off and on quickly.
'No!'
The ship jerked slightly at the rapid change and he grabbed Amir quickly and held him away from.
He set the child back down as he made a quick correction. Confused as to why Amir decided to mess with the ship in the first place.
'No Dont touch-'
Amir looked to Ci'tde before loudly beginning to babble yell at the older Yautja. Ci'tde jerked his head back, feeling a odd sense that Amir was somehow cursing him
Amir yelled back, waving his arms a bit as if making a point at his yelling nonsense. Before looking to Ci'tde and slowly, damn near dramatically turning his back to him.
Ci'tde actually looked behind him as if trying to figure out who Amir had just spoken to cause it couldn't have been him-
'What- Just happened?'
Hour 4-
Ci'tde felt a bit tired, Staring at Amir as the child was currently trying to press every button on his gauntlet-
'Here'
He took off his wrist gauntlet, Pressing on the inside to deactivate it before handing it over to Amir.
Amir immediately taking it as he sat on the floor pressing the different buttons to his absolute delight.
The male sighing heavily.
Ci'tde was quick to learn that Amir was fast and quiet when crawling but clumsy when walking and had heavy steps.
So he knew that if it was quiet that something was wrong.
Which lead him to now being on edge everytime there was a moment of peace.
He watched as Amir stood up and began to doodle around sort of in circles as he continued to press his little buttons.
'At least he was keeping himself busy..'
Ci'tde rubbed his face a little. Wondering a bit how you had held up.. Thought by the fact you had been hysterically crying he figured the answer was that you hadnt-
Then once again silence which lead to Ci'tde
But he was just standing there standing there a few feet away in a mildly awkward half squat.
Ci'tde turned his head to the side confused why Amir was just staring at him perfectly still.
The direct eye contact made Ci'tde uncomfortable. Trying to figure out what Amir was doing- till he heard it.
A grunt and a wet gurgling sound from Amir diaper.
Before the larger Yautja closed his eyes and lowered his head at the realization.
'Please No...'
Hour 5 -
Ci'tde walked over to Amir and he picked up the child and leaned in slightly before he jerked his head away.
This was a smell he did not enjoy.. tucking Amir under his arm he grabbed his mask from the floor not caring of the drool.
He needed his mask back on for this. There was no way he was going to deal with this without some form of protection.
Looking around quickly he walked to the side room, a wash room in ooman terms.
He set Amir down for a second as he looked around at what he could use. Before hearing something slam and Amir yell.
Looking down to see Amir staring at the gauntlet on the ground.
Amir screamed the second it was out of his hands, so Ci'tde handed it back to Amir. Only for him to throw it back on the ground.
'Do you want to gauntlet or not?-'
Ci'tde wondered why he was actively talking to the youngling- he knew he couldn't respond and now was questioning his straining sanity.
He actively had no idea how to clean the child- Sure he'd changed younglings before but he didn't have the proper tools.
Nor did he feel comfortable doing so.
This wasn't his child afterall and he didn't want to overstep.
But also it could be harmful to keep the child in its own waste.
So he had to improvise.
Filling the sink with warm water he took off Amirs diaper with a cringe before just-
He just sort of dunked Amir lower body in the water. The child actually looking confused by this as Ci'tde as he sort of just rinsed his lower body with the water, occassuinally even moving him side to side as if the friction would help.
After a moment of this and a few rinses of water he pulled Amir from the water.
'Clean-'
Sure it wasn't the best way however it would work in this case.
Securing the improvised cloth diaper on the child moved to set him down but mid movement heard that awesome gurgle noise from Amir now ruined diaper.
Ci'tde closed his eyes and gave a slight roar to himself as he lifted Amir back up.
Hour 6-
He would need to apologize to you at some point..
Ci'tde felt like he'd been beaten to a pulp and felt to hang out to dry.
Earlier when he'd mentally thought of the idea of having younglings may be something he desire-
Was now a thought born from ignorance.
Instead he felt like castrating himself and throwing his reproductive organs into a black hole was a better experience.
Ci'tde had been around younglings before, it was a common thing within the clan to assist in the development, and yes they were troublesome.
But Never
EVER
Been around one as difficult as Amir-
He was a stubborn, clever little youngling that wanted to get into everything-
'Maybe it's the ooman blood'
He grumbled, seated against the wall of the ship currently throwing a homemade fabric ball and watching Amir crawl towards it to grab and either bring it back to him or try to throw it at his head- whatever he felt like at that very moment it seemed...
Then-
Amir yawned and rubbed his palm onto his face a bit.
Ci'tde saw his way out-
Sitting up a bit straighter as he realized that Amir was tired..
Which ment Amir would sleep..
Standing up calmly walked over to Amir.
'Time to Sleep-'
Ci'tde explained calmly. However the moment Ci'tde picked up Amir and started to head to put him to bed- Amir saw the bed, made the connection of.
This is Bedtime
He.
Lost.
His.
Shit!
Amir threw the tantrum of a lifetime as Ci'tde set him on the den and rushed out. Amir however flopped himself out and crawled out after Ci'tde not wanting to go to sleep.
Ci'tde now repeating the process as Amir continued to throw his fit. Not wanting to sleep despite being tired..
He looked up to the ceiling of his ship as he held Amir who was slouching in his arms screaming in protest to sleep.
'I will definitely need to apologize..'
Tag List (Since this is a Extra of Nurture Vs Nature)
I am very happy that I was able to make this commission. I also had the opportunity to read the story about Pepple and Grendel King, which allowed me to convey the nature of their relationship.
grendel king and human!reader!! i just need him showing his favoritism to her.
Absolutely!
These are just a few ways The Warlord shows favoritism towards you
Now it is no surprise that he is a proud male- A figure of his Clan and a mountain of a Yautja.
So don't expect these heartfelt poems or anything like that-
No his 'Affection' is hidden under a layer of authority and growls
• If you didn't know any better one would assume he's pissed, Snarling and glaring at you.
• However you know better.
• Sort of like the Rottweilers if you will
• Always wanting you near, fiercely protective and just pleaded you are there
• One way he'd show affection is just by letting you touch him as you please.
• If you wished to play with his locs? Done
• Want to lay gentle scratches over his form? Fine
• Laying there you are always met with deep rumbled purs.
• He would often have a hand on you in some way or another.
• Let it be his large clawed hands wrapped around the thickness of your waist, The top of your head in a playful way or even on your ass.
• His hand was no stranger to you
• As well as no part of you would be left without need, Food was plenty, Drink was plenty. Want shiny things? Easily done
• And yes- That includes Sex in this equation
• He loved your body more then his own, If he got your permission it was a quick fast and in a hurry to pounce
As well as he had a favorite time of year too.
Summer
The heat was unbelievable for you- Yautja Prime had two seasons, Heat and Humid Heat.
Absolutely no inbetween.
It rendered you too warm and your only saving grace was the thermal netting that was now going to be your saving grace.
While it was your least favorite time of the year it what your Mates absolute Favorite.
As he knew you would shed the longer more covered clothes for lighter things.
Any part if you that you'd feel self conscious about was out in the open through that thermal netting. Wrapped in only wrapped fabrics to keep you decent
And it made him quite literally salivate like he was starved.
It was the first day of summer and you already felt his eyes watching your every move- You genuinely did feel like you were being hunted.
Always lingered close and just out of grasp of his claws and fangs.
When it got close to evening and youd just finished eating you catch him from down the hallway were you planned to venture to your private room.
He was there- close to the grand sleeping den he had just a skip from yours, Arms crossed over his broad chest- His normal armor and cloak already put away despite it being relatively early. His eyes fixed onto you as you stood in the hallway
Clearly been 'patiently' waiting for you.
Your face already starting to warm up as you saw his burning gaze, His head softly gesturing to the den. A silent request.
Which you nodded at- accepting his offer without hesitation cause, Why would you turn him rocking your world?
He walked into the den then, waiting for you as you shyly shuffle forward.
One of the other females, The mother to R'Ka if you remembered correctly walked past you from behind clearly having been amused and spoke low enough for the collar around your neck to pick it up.
'May your legs work in the morning-'
She spoke quickly walked off with a chatter laughed. Leaving you flustered in the hallway.
• As stated before be hides his favoritism in a unique way
• Never outwardly showing how he feels- but drawing you closer into his arms
• 'Pets do not get their own rooms anymore'
So you'll sleep in his instead..
• Well he can't have something that belongs to him sleep on the floor of his room either!..
So you'll sleep next to him every night.
• You were not a position in his hoard, but a pillar to hold all he holds dear to him.
• A silent seat added to the table of his life. While not seen by most- You had taken the spot closest to him..
• A silent closeness he kept behind closed door, The doors he shared with you intact
You sit up from where you were lounging on the massive fur bed having just woken up from a bit of the nap since the heat had sucked some of your energy away.
Smiling sweetly as the door sealed closed behind him.
"You're back, How did the hunt go?"
Having expected he'd show off his latest trophy and growl something out about how grand it was or wanting you to place his trophy since it's your 'Duty'
But instead he was quiet only moving to set a metal crate infront of you on the bed.
Sitting up more now confused you look at the metal crate, reconizing it as a storage container. Calmly putting your hand on the censor you watch with a careful eye.
Your face lights up in shock.
There your met with things from Earth?
Fruits and Vegetables you've thought youd never see again, New books, You even saw some music and crafting supplies.
But what caught your eye the most, out of all the gifts was what was directly laid on top.
There a carved bone shaped into a ivory bangle and from what you could tell was from a Xenomorph by how it was colored-
Etched delicately with the yautja language and polished well. The words soft and poetic from the small words you could understand.
You knew what this was immediately.
A offering for you to become officially a mate of his.
All the Females who stayed by his side got these.. similar to a wedding ring by human standards if not deeper- However this was the most detailed one youd ever seen.
You looked to him seeing him staring you down as you held the jewelry.
Excitedly you slipped it only your wrist.
Immediately seeing The Warlord swell with pride at the sight.
He purred loudly and walked over to you, before flopping on the fur bed next to you and you were quick to climb into his arms and lay a kiss to the side of his face (Mindful of the tusk)
