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fl3shm4id3n · 6 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨'𝐥𝐞𝐤.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴏ'ʟᴇᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀᴍᴀʀᴀɴᴇᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋɴᴅ- ꜱᴛᴀʀɢɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴜᴅᴇ (ꜰᴛ. ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴇʏ)

Tw: Humans being assholes, grumpy/sunshine trope? confessions, kissing and fluff.

A/N: I missed writing about Tamaranean reader, so here's a fic.

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That day was just a normal day for So'lek, he didn't spot any humans near his home lands or anything, so everything seemed to be fine. Despite that, he still decided to patrol around just incase. Then out of nowhere, he saw a flashing red light up in the sky. He was not sure about what it was. Did it have something to do with humans? He wasn't sure. The light was getting closer and closer, as if it was going to land near or on him. It was going fast, before he knew it. He saw what looked like to be a girl, engulfed in that light. Without thinking, he held his arms out, as an attempt to catch her.

Then he felt the harsh impact hit him, he wrapped his arms around the girl and pulled her into a hug. As he fell onto the ground, hard. So'lek groaned in pain, that hurt a lot more than he expected, but he's felt worst pain. Carefully he sat up, looking down at the small girl with a huge mane of red hair. Her skin was a copper like orange, as for her attire, he really couldn't tell what she was wearing, but he saw that it was a soft purple. He caught on that you were not human or maybe he's never seen a human such as yourself before.

He heard soft groans and movements coming from you. Slowly you looked up to see who was underneath you. That's when So'lek got to see your face. You had a soft looking face, your eyes were a bright lime green with no pupils, your lashes and brows matched your hair perfectly, and your lips were juicy as well as pretty plumped. He felt his face slightly heat up, he never thought he'd catch a woman that was falling from the sky, let alone a very beautiful woman.

Then you spoke, in a strange language he didn't understand. He couldn't pin if it was English or another human language. Soon after, you leaned up and kissed him right on the lips. So'lek froze as soon as your warm lips touched his. He was not expecting this at all. That's a strange first impression. After a few seconds you pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I'm able learn the same language of others by kissing." You explained, now in a language he could understand. "Right." He responded, still surprised by the kiss. At the moment, you just smiled at him, until you noticed the position you were in. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry!" You apologized, while you got up off him then you helped him up. "It's alright." He responded, while looking down at you. He couldn't help but notice how tall you were compared to another human women, it was obvious that you weren't human.

"Where are you from?" He asked, while looking at you. Who was looking around the forest with fascination. "Oh! I'm from a planet called Tamaran. It's pretty similar to here, except we have cities." You explained. That caught So'lek's interest. Another planet similar to his, but had human related things. "Why... why are you far from home?" he asked. That's what made your face shift from a smile to a frown. "I was exiled, ever since my sister took the throne, things haven't been the same." You told him, it was now obvious that you had lost your home. So'lek could somewhat relate. Quickly your attituded shifted back to a smile. "But, let's not talk about sad things, lets get to know each other. My name is y/n'r." You said to him. This somewhat took him by surprise, your sudden attitude shift, was that something your people did? "Well, since you gave me your name, I'll give you mine. I'm So'lek." He responded, giving you a small heart warm smile.

So'lek decided to take you back to his base. The whole time he would ask questions about you along other things. You were answering all of them. You did the same to him, you'd ask him about his planet and so on. He didn't forget to mention the stuff that humans have done to the planet. How they keep trying to make Pandora into human civilized planet and basically kill the people that are already in it. He explained that it's been happening for almost a decade. He also told you the infamous story about how a human man sided with the na'vi and he manage to get most humans off the planet. He was considered a legend to them. Almost like a freedom fighter.

When you got to his base, you got to him some humans, who were on the side of good and more people like him. That's when you learned that they were called Na'vi, as well as learning how they were of various clans around the forest. But the forest wasn't the only one which had clans. They were clans all over the planet, from the sea, to the desert lands, tundra, and other parts were they were more forests. That's what made you grow curious, now you wanted to fly around the whole planet to meet the other clans. But first, So'lek wanted you to learn how you could get around in the forest. He isn't sure if you and him share that similar knowledge, but he would prefer that you learn so that you can take care of yourself when he can't. It's not like he didn't mind being with you, but he can't always be with you since he has other stuff to take care of.

Your teaching began the next day. You somewhat learned some basic greeting signs and some other stuff, incase you come across other na'vi, you know how to properly greet them. Then came the forest, at first you thought about just flaying around next to So'lek, but he preferers you on your feet. So that you could learn properly. He understands that you were used to flying, but in order to like to be na'vi, you had to connect with the earth with your feet. So you decided to use your feet. It honestly felt great running on the huge tree branches, swinging on the vines and so on. You liked flying, but this felt like a whole new experience. It was hard at first, but you got the hang of it as the time passed. Your feet got stronger and you were able to properly balance yourself on your feet.

Then came weapons, you knew how to use guns, since back home guns were used. But this time, you'll be learning how to use a bow and arrow. You thought it would be easy, but it really wasn't. You had to aim your bow a certain way and had to stay in one position before changing into another. So'lek was very patient, he didn't mind telling you how to hold the arrow and would also position you properly. You'd feel a small tingle when he'd placing his hand on your back and helped you straighten your back for better posture. It almost made your face heat up every time you'd feel his hand on your back. You knew that he was helping you, but you couldn't help but feel flattered when he did.

When you weren't doing your lessons, you would hang out with So'lek, a lot. You were almost stuck to him, since the day you had arrived in Pandora. You just liked his company. At times you'd go with him on his patrols. Often times he'd tell you that it wasn't necessary, but you came anyways. He couldn't help but notice how your good mood was very contagious. You just happen to be in such a good mood al the time, he almost couldn't understand how or why, but he remembered that negative feelings are bad for you. So it made sense, why you were just in such a good mood all the times. They were times where you had been down, but you always managed to make yourself happy again. For some reason, he felt his heart strings getting pulled by this.

Ever since the kiss, he couldn't help but feel some sort of bond building up. Even more since he had decided to teach you how to be na'vi or learn their ways. This bond between the both of you got stronger. As much as So'lek wanted to deny it, he couldn't. He was falling for you for sure. Every time he'd look at you, he'd feel all his stress and worries vanish. He's never had feelings for anyone, especially during a time like this, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to fall in love with a girl that fell from the stars.

That eclipse you and So'lek were together like always. He was showing you around some parts of the forest that you haven't seen before. You seemed so in love with it and that made So'lek fall for you even more. He never thought his type would be someone who loves and appreciates the forest where he lived in. After some time of walking together, he had taken to towards the tree of voices. You couldn't help but already love the huge tree. It was a lovely shade of lilac purple with a neon glow. You couldn't help but run your hands through the tassels of the trees. They were surprisingly soft. "It's beautiful." You commented, then you noticed how the small seeds from the tree began to float down towards you.

So'lek was staring, admiring how you were basically connecting with the Great Mother. You were holding one of the seeds in both palms of your hands, looking at the small creature as close as possible. After a few moments, the seed began to float away with the others. You turned and looked at So'lek, with a huge smile planted on your lips. He wouldn't mind seen that lovely smile for as long as he lives. "Y/n'r, I have something to say." He said, taking both your hands into his large ones. This kind of surprised you a bit. "What is it?" You asked him, while looking at him.

He couldn't help but feel his mouth going dry. He swallowed some saliva and licked his lips before he spoke. "These past few months have been..." He tried saying but was cut himself off. "Have been the best, ever since you arrived here." He explained, you couldn't help but feel his face heat up, turning a tangy orange. "They have?" You asked, almost shyly. "Yes, they have." He answered, honestly. Then he reached out, placing a small strand of your hair behind your ear, making your face warm up and your heartbeat race even more than it already was. "I don't know how to put it." He paused, again trying to find a way to continue further.

"I know, we've only known each other for a few months. But in those past couple months, I've grown to have feelings for you." He finally confessed. You were too stunned to say a word. He felt the same way and he had confessed first. For weeks you've been thinking of a way to confess to him, but he did it first. It made you feel even more flattered. "You feel the same way?" you finally spoke. So'lek was now stunned, you did feel the same way. All he could do was nod in response. You felt your heart about to explode out of happiness. At first you didn't think you and him could be together since you weren't the same species. But that didn't seem to stop the both of you. It was till quiet, until you finally said something.

"Can I... can I kiss you?" You asked him, shyly while looking at him in this pretty yellow eyes. So'lek couldn't help but smile by your question. He too was about to ask you the same thing. "I would love that." He responded. Then he noticed how you slowly began to levitate yourself up towards him, just enough for him to be able to reach you. He got a hold of the side of your small chin and law, both you and him slowly leaned in for a kiss. Both yours and his lips molded into one another's. It was a slow and passionate kiss. You couldn't help but feel a bunch of butterflies flattering all over your nine stomachs. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck, he then placed both hands on your hips, pulling you slightly closer to him. You both continued to kiss for what felt like ages, you could feel how his tail slightly rubbed up against your leg, in an affectionate way. You didn't want this to stop.

#so'lek x reader #so'lek x you #so'lek x y/n #so'lek x fem reader #so'lek x female reader #so'lek x tamaranean reader #female reader #female y/n #tamaranean reader #tamaranean y/n #alien reader #alien y/n #so'lek fic #so'lek fluff #cereza's writing #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ wᵣᵢₜᵢₙg

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silent-browser · 2 years

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Conspiracy theorist: *standing infront of a large board full of unexplained phenomena and red string* "so you see aliens DO exist and they ARE out to GET US and I'M. NOT. CRAZY!"

Alien in disguise: "mhmm mhmm. I see your point but have you maybe considered that if aliens were roaming this planet they might just be looking for a cutie human to settle down with and spend their grislo- I mean "end of their days" with? And even then, what can truly be considered alien? Anything from space? If that were the case then technically the photons that come from your center star are alien but your planet and people rely on them for life function. Maybe it means that not all alien things are bad?"

Conspiracy theorist: "You're so naive and sweet Hun but unfortunately thats not very likely because *goes of into another nerdy ramble/ tirade*

Alien in disguise: *sigh but affectionately and kinda wondering how they are gonna tell them*

#i stopped charging my phone for this #monster fucker #alien reader #alien reader x UFO conspiracy theorist #but they dont know #x reader #monster reader #i wrote it out and now i think it could probably go either way #could be reader conspiracy theorist #or reader could just be an omnipotent pressence #watching as two nerds fall head over heels over and over again #monster x reader #alien x reader #gender neutral character #gender neutral pronouns

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merchen-aeravellae · 1 year

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Out of this world

Yandere astronaut x tall! Alien reader

Warnings: possessiveness, it is not edited I will do it later, in some parts I used a translator

Yandere astronaut who studied and worked hard to become one of the first humans to set foot on planet Kapler, a planet discovered 10 years ago in another galaxy in a habitable zone for humans.

Yandere astronaut who is the researcher in charge of documenting and recording all the information of this trip, from the day they left planet earth until their arrival on planet Kapler.

Yandere astronaut who makes a trip of almost 3 years with his companions. For 10 years, the Wata -a space station- invented a ship that could travel at speeds never before recorded and what would have been a journey of thousands of years was one of 3 years.

Yandere astronaut what his ship reaches the orbit of this new planet and when he was getting on a small transport ship to reach Kapler, a meteor the size of a car crashed into the spaceship and due to this, his transport ship is ejected and fall somewhere on the planet.

Yandere astronaut who was not yet ready to travel to the planet, he did not have the supplies ready, much less he had his belt on, while the ship fell, he bounced everywhere without control and leaving him unconscious.

Yandere astronaut who heard a noise of metal breaking and he could swear he felt hands carrying him but his mind was too confused and he couldn't open his eyes.

Yandere astronaut who wakes up in a shelter made of stone and trees, he is not quite sure how he got there and when he was ready to find answers, entered what he thought was impossible.

Yandere astronaut who almost had a heart attack when a being of more than 2 meters entered the room carrying an unknown animal, but the alien stops when she notices that the space traveler is awake and looking at her with eyes as big as a melon.

Yandere astronaut who is overwhelmed by everything that is happening, the planet was supposed to be without inhabitants, you are not supposed to be here.

Yandere astronaut who faints again from all the emotions he had in a short time, when he wakes up again, you are in a corner of the shelter cooking the animal you brought.

Yandere astronaut who accidentally made a noise when he woke up and alerted you that your guest was looking in your direction and to his surprise, you handed him what looked like a plate with the food you made.

Yandere astronaut who first refused to eat or accept anything that came from you, but soon after he accepted to eat your meals.

Yandere astronaut the more time passes, the more he becomes attached to you, you two created a routine where you go hunting animals and get common fruits and vegetables from the planet and bring them to home, while he cooks and cleans.

Yandere astronaut who at first wanted to return to his crew but that is now a distant memory and he better concentrates on giving your our house a better look and pleasing his wife friend.

Yandere astronaut who does everything possible to get you attention and prays to the stars, the sun or the universe to look at him romantically and reciprocate his feelings.

Yandere astronaut who begins to have thoughts that his crewmates if they are still alive can find him and try to take him back or worse, try to steal his lover.

Yandere astronaut who with that simple thought begins to be jealous and rage consumes him completely, he tries even harder to turn you into his romantic partner.

Yandere astronaut who doesn't really have the strength to provide food but he is willing to become the housewife, and in turn shows you that he can be a useful lover please look at me.

Yandere astronaut who already planned your entire future together, from the wedding ceremony with just the two of you to the name of your first 3 children.

Yandere astronaut who is euphoric just thinking about having children with you, you two would create a new specie and it's another way to tie you to him

Yandere astronaut who at some point is convinced that you return his feelings but it is only him believing what he wants and refusing to look at reality

yandere astronaut who loves being smaller than you, that way he imagines one day being the little spoon while both sleep, he will feel so protected in your arms.

Yandere astronaut takes advantage of the fact that you don't understand a word he says and calls you nicknames like wife, my partner or love.

Yandere astronaut "I'd rather launch myself into deep, dark, endless space than spend a single day away from you"

#yandere x reader #yandere astronaut #alien reader #fem reader #yandere romantic #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere oc x reader #x reader #yandere oc #female reader #yandere male x female reader #margo #merchen

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prismuffin · 1 year

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What if Wally stole one of Reader's shirts, Reader's self control being dulled by sleepiness. Smelling his scent on Wally, instinctually comes up behide Wally to wrap his arms around his waist burying his face into Wally's neck. The Reader making a cute chrip/ cat purring noise.

Wally finds it adorable and loves it because he has feelings for Reader, so keeps sitting up the factors to make it happen. Not really understanding that the Reader's scenting him, because in the Reader's species, Wally's actions mean he wants to be in a relationship with Reader.

So, how would Wally react to someone telling him what he's doing within the lense of the Reader's species?

I think he would be extremely flustered.

- OwO

Reminds me of my alien!reader fic! Also omgggg ok ok ok so I think-

Wally would just find it cute and comforting at first, the way you'd wrap your arms around him and make those cute little clicking noises. He had no idea that he was "scenting" on you, he didn't even know what scenting was?! And apparently you're doing it to him too?!

He'd just stare with wide eyes, mouth agape as Meghan explained to him what the scenting process was and how you were going to start courting him.

Now don't get him wrong he has always had a crush on you but no one could've prepared him for this. After he finds out he confronts you the next time you cuddle up to him. You confirm that you were scenting him and were confused because you thoughts that's what he wanted since he was attempting to do it to you. His entire face would be beet red as he explained that he was not trying to do that.

You were saddened by this apparently because you'd thought you'd found a mate and now he feels super bad. He says that he does like you but dating is a bit different on Earth than it is on your planet. You say that you can't exactly unscent him so you're willing to try his strange dating rituals. It was a very embarrassing conversation but at least he got a date out of it!

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ma-ri-yana · 1 month

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Castaways

Ghoul Cooper Howard x Alien Reader

A/n: this one’s a bit of a long one. Probably the longest entry since it’s the intro. Cooper doesn’t have a big role in this chapter since it’s introductory buuuut I’m going to post the next two (? Not sure yet) chapters within the next few hours so you can see more of Cooper. This is more of an intro to the reader’s character and schtuff. I hope you guys like it. There may be some typos here and there so I’ll come back every so often to edit it lol. Pls lemme know what y’all think 😭🙏🏻

Edit: I forgot to mention this takes place roughly 30 years before the first season.

Rough summary: you are an alien that crashed landed on Earth while you were on your way to a different planet. Cooper runs into you while trying to catch/collect a bounty.

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1 2 3 4 5

Nembaria. It was a tiny little planet, much like Earth. Rather, what Earth used to be. Nembaria was full of bodies—of water that reflected the colour green because of the planet’s atmosphere, of plants that reached different heights. Tall and lanky, short and stubby. A home of different species of animals.

The small planet orbits a different star. It does not reside in the same galaxy as Earth, but the next one over. Though the small planet contains many different life forms as Earth always had, its political landscape is not the same. At least, it’s not comparable to the one currently on Earth. There are three nations in Nembaria, separated from each other by vast oceans.

The planetary society as a whole is technologically advanced. Far more advanced than its neighbouring planets and definitely more advanced than planet Earth, pre and post war. While this is true, the Nembarians made sure to take great care of their ecological systems. They were also known for being a -mostly- pacifist society. Their military, in spite of the pacifism, was known to be able to hold its own. It had to, with all the interplanetary tourism and trading.

The planet was able to sustain a mostly peaceful atmosphere for centuries, having not involved itself in any conflicts, outside or inside the planet.

Despite this, the planet wasn’t perfect. The three nations still disagreed, but they refused to show the public they disagreed. Instead, they enacted policies that greatly contradicted each other and greatly affected the ones outside of political power. People with little money, no generational wealth and inheritances. People like you. Regardless of the troubles, it was home to you. It was where you slept, ate, socialised. It was where you planned to live your life.

Time is unforgiving. Change is inevitable. With time, everything changes. You had lived a mostly happy childhood, despite your family’s place in the world. The Lyri family was big. Your parents couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other and because of this, you had a total of six siblings. Four brothers and two sisters whom you adored. You were the eldest daughter, but not the eldest child. Even still, you acted like the oldest, most times. Making sure your siblings had everything they needed—as much as you could. You all looked fairly similar to one another, as family tends to. All having varying shades of purple hair, yours was closer to periwinkle; while the rest of your sibling’s hair alternated between lavender, periwinkle, and indigo like many of the people from that region. Your skin was rose pink, the same as the rest of the family’s, save for your father. His skin was tan from all of his outdoor labour, rouge pink would describe it better. You had lighter pink markings that swirled along your body and antennas, save for your face, that you were born with. That was also common for your people.

Though many in more privileged positions seemed to look down on you and those in your class, you were still able to excel in school. You and your older brother, Dimiil, took your schooling very seriously in hopes of transcending your status and, in turn, that of your loved ones. Your younger brother, Nikkand’r, the third child in line, wasn’t as driven but he was smarter than you two. It’s because of this, the three of you were able to graduate from your university with many accolades. This resulted in the three of you being recruited by the DOI (department of intelligence) in the military. You would go on to complete 3 months of general military training and 6 months of training for your specific “job”. Though the three nations in your planet remained separate from one another, they did share their military as Nembarians weren’t known for fighting amongst themselves. At least, not on a grand scale such as war. The military’s purpose was more for intergalactic defense.

The three of you weren’t separated from each other when you joined. Such a practise was actually considered barbaric and outdated. The military determined it was better not to separate family from each other, when possible, to reduce the stress and anxiety of the separation. They deemed forced splits to be counterproductive. That didn’t go to say that you couldn’t part ways if you wanted to take different jobs in different places; but forced partitioning was unlawful.

It had been four years since you officially finished their military training. You and Dimiil made it through with flying colours with Nikkand’r barely scraping by. Nikk was never really the disciplined type— but once he started to work in the field, he surpassed his brother and sister in his performance.

You still cared for your brothers the way you always had and often called home to keep in touch with the rest of your family via holographic projections. Aside from communicating with your loved ones at home, you also enjoyed playing and writing music. your ears were never deprived of music. And you never seemed to stop singing, much to your roommate’s chagrin. Your roommate seemed to give up on yelling at you to shut up not too long after you moved in and created a soundproof force field between you that she’d lower whenever she felt like talking to you. Which was rare.

Nik spent most of his free time playing games online with his friends on different planets on his GalaSphere. Dimiil mainly spent his time studying. It was never the same thing, just anything that seemed to pique his interest in that moment. He’d alter between listening to podcasts and watching VousTube videos.

In spite of you being in a militaristic environment with the intentions of defending your planet—it was very peaceful. Mostly because Nembarians didn’t really involve themselves in conflicts. They didn’t mediate, nor did they instigate. So when all the branches were summoned by their supreme leader, Maromik Fyndru, and told that they had gotten pulled into a conflict with Anthraxus, one could imagine all of their surprise. When asked why they were going to war, they were told that it wasn’t determined they were at war just yet, but some Anthraxans had killed innocent Nembarians. The supreme leader assured his soldiers that his first priority was ensuring that their peace would not be disrupted by war. He assured his soldiers that he was sending some diplomats to speak with the Anthraxans.

And while it was true, Maromik was striving for peace, it did not matter. Jorak Kannus, the Emperor of Anthraxus and the Anthraxan Empire, had other plans. His empire had been annexing many planets for years. They’d been expanding from solar system to solar system, galaxy to galaxy. Any planet that was deemed useful in their eyes was either given to them willingly by their primary population or taken by force.

Jorak wasn’t interested in peace. He was planning to do what he had been doing his whole life, what his father had done his whole life before that, and his grandfather before that. He was going to take Nembaria for his own. He was going to add it to his collection.

The reasoning behind it didn’t matter much to you, all you could be certain of was that your world was going to change.

After your supreme leader, Maromik, finished explaining the situation to the branches, he cleared his throat. “I am now going to read off a list of names. If you are called upon, I ask that you kindly follow Boraq to the Strat room…”

Your violet irises trailed over to Boraq, watching as he opened the door and made a gesture, signalling that he wanted those called upon to walk in. “Jenip’r Grenol, Johar Monolna…” Maromik listed off, his voice grew more and more distant in your ears as he read on. Your mind trailed off, racing with the possibilities of what could happen. What this potential invasion could mean. If the invasion would improve your general quality of life or turn your lives into a living hell.

“Y/n Lyri,” you heard Maromik call. You snapped back to reality and swallowed the spit that gathered in your mouth.

You felt Nikkand’r elbow you in your side, prompting you to suck your teeth and roll your eyes as you slowly made your way to where Boraq stood, your head and body turning to look back at your brothers. Boraq clicked his tongue to signal you to keep walking.

“Dimiil Lyri…”

Right on cue, Dimiil started his walk, following your trail. Once he’d caught up to you, he bent his knees a bit and leaned his head to the side to meet your ear and whisper. “Everything will be fine, nebby.” Nebby was the nickname he had for you, he’d named you after nebbies. They were bugs that came out at night. Their lower thoraxes and antennae light up in the dark. You used to stay up to watch them every night.

“I’m not so sure about that…” You muttered, turning your violet eyes to the door as you watched your other brother speed in.

Nikkand’r nodded to you both and stood beside Dimiil whilst you all patiently waited for the side meeting to commence.

The three of you walked out of that meeting feeling a bit uneasy. You weren’t told much about the exact state of things but even with the very little information you had, you’d inferred that it couldn’t have been good. Of course things couldn’t have been going well. You wouldn’t have been pulled into a meeting and assigned to spy on the Anthraxan empire otherwise.

“When’s your appointment?” You asked them as the three of you sat in Dimiil’s room, devouring your bowl of noodles with beef. You stood up to serve yourself some more food as you listened for your brother's answers.

“Tomorrow at noon,” said Nikkand’r with his mouth full.

“Tomorrow at one,” said Dimiil, bringing another forkful of beef and noodles up to his mouth. “You?” He asked while he chewed.

In front of others, you ate more properly. Amongst yourselves, you ate like animals, most times.

“Tomorrow at eleven,” you groaned.

“Sweet, we’re an hour apart from each other,” Nik pointed out.

“Ah yes, one hour apart from each of us getting our heads split open,” You cheered sarcastically.

“Don’t be so optimistic,” Dimiil snorted. “It’s not like we’re gonna die or anything—“

“They’re splitting our skulls open—“

“It’s a surgery. Those happen all the time,” Nikkand’r failed to reassure you. “Plus, this is a standard procedure for people in our department and has been for ages. I’m surprised they waited till now, to be honest.”

“Look on the bright side, we’ll be able to download languages into our brains and become fluent in almost any language in a matter of milliseconds!” Dimiil couldn’t contain his excitement. You scoffed, he was such a nerd.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “I’m not a fan of being cut into.”

“It kind of comes with the territory, sis. We’re in the military, we’re not always gonna be farting shooting stars or whatever the phrase is,” Nikkand’r sighed before digging right back into his bowl.

“We’ve been at peace for over two hundred years. Forgive me for thinking everything would be fine.”

“Things can always go tits up at any given moment—doesn’t matter how long you’ve been shooting the shit.”

“Dude, come on,” Dimiil complained, pointing to his food as if to say, ‘I’m eating, here.’

You cackled, temporarily forgetting about the stressors that ran through your mind. Those were tomorrow’s problems.

You forgot how quickly tomorrow would approach. When you’d laid your head down to sleep, you woke up as quickly as you had closed your eyes.

You groaned as you slowly sat up in your bed, the blue Nembarian sun having woken you up by beating down on your face from the open window. You looked down at your wrist watch, 7 AM, it practically screamed at you. You still had a bit of time to enjoy your morning before everything went to hell. With yet another groan, you climbed down from your loft bed, starting to get ready for this morning’s shenanigans. After dawning your indigo uniform with neon green linings, you stepped out of your dorm, making your way to the cafeteria. You had forgotten the instructions issued to you not to eat before your surgery until you had the food displayed right in front of you as you stood in line for breakfast. You cursed under your breath and sighed before putting the empty tray back and stomping off to your room. Your stomach rumbled. You were irritable.

8 AM, your watch reads, projecting the time holographically to make it bigger and easier to see. You were still nervous. you’d never had a surgery before. You’d never purposely been cut into and had some foreign object inserted into your body. The thought made you shiver. Whatever, you thought to yourself. I’ll just take a nap.

And that you did, but not before setting five different alarms, all five minutes apart starting at 9:50. As much as you hated the idea of getting that surgery, you understood you couldn’t afford to miss it.

9:50 came faster than you’d wanted it to, and once again, you made your way to the restroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair before you could stomp off to the medical wing of the base. As you sat down in the waiting room, reading a magazine, you felt your watch vibrate. Looking down at your wrist, you noticed Dimiil had messaged you.

Good luck with your appointment, Nebby. You’ll be fine. He had sent it in their group chat.

Almost as soon as the message was received, your watch vibrated again to indicate you had received another text.

If she’s gonna be fine, why are you wishing her luck?

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, putting your attention back on the magazine you had picked up. A few minutes later, you heard someone call your name from the metallic door frame. You put the magazine back in its place before standing up and walking through the doorway. “Good morning,” you said politely as you passed the assistant. The employee pointed you to another room, the room where you’d get your final check up before the surgery.

Your physician walked in after they’d administered all the final labs with the results, “looks like you’re good to go. You’re in mint condition, as usual.” He grabbed your hand, you resisted the urge to yank your arm back and recoil. You didn’t like it when he did that. It was nothing personal, really, you just liked your personal space. “You’re going to be fine. This is a standard procedure. We get lots of them done every day. Our surgeons can practically do it with their eyes closed—not that they would.”

Your nose lets out a sharp breath, the kind that comes out when you chuckle silently. “Okay, fine. I’m trusting you. But if I die, I’m haunting you.”

The doctor gave you a small smile before he stood up, “they’ll come retrieve you shortly, your anaesthetist, Wilcyn, is going to administer your anaesthesia first.” He informed you, opening the door to let Wilcyn in as he walked out

The surgery turned out well. And as medically advanced as the Nembarians were, it didn’t seem as if your recovery would take longer than three days.

After those three days were over, you had been pulled aside at work. Your Sergeant, Grover, informed you that your task would begin tomorrow and that you were expected to board your ship at 5am. He warned you not to be late.

And you weren't. As a matter of fact, you were an hour early, waiting by the closed space ship. You played music on your phone made of light particles that attached themselves together whenever you tapped your fingers together that you listened to via your wireless earbuds as you waited. You scrolled through your social media feeds, silently judging some of the things you saw your coworkers and friends post.

Half an hour later, your antennas perked up, sensing that someone was approaching and emitting a dim yellow light as a result. You looked around and noticed your brothers walking over.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be traveling through space.” Nikkand’r commented.

“Yeah, it’s like we’ve always dreamt,” Dimiil smiled.

“I don’t know ‘bout you two, but I never dreamt of doing it under these circumstances,” You scoffed.

Dimiil started, “it makes it all the more exciting—“

“Death is exciting to you?”

Your brothers exchanged a look, nodding to one another before turning their heads toward you. They spoke in unison, “yes. Yes it is.”

You facepalmed, your pink, fleshy antennas moving up and out of the way as you did so to avoid your hand’s wrath. The action left a faint red mark on your forehead.

“Good morning, hope you all had a good night’s—” the Sergeant stopped in his tracks once he saw your red face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, why?” You questioned him, obviously confused by his unreasonable concern.

“Have you felt or noticed any symptoms other than redness?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“He thinks you’re having an allergic reaction to the medicine, ya dingus.” Nikkand’r explained, annoyance seeping through his tone at his sister’s supposed idiocy.

“She’s alright, she just hit yourself trying to kill a moskfly before it bit her,” Dimiil cut in. His explanation made you look like an imbecile.

The Sergeant sighed and looked up to the sky, “if this is the smartest team we can get, we’re doomed.” He muttered to himself.

Nik snorted, you elbowed him in the stomach. “So, uh… which planet are we heading to?” You asked in an attempt to bring the conversation back to its original course.

Sergeant Grover cleared his throat, “yes. You are going to Anthraxus itself—“ your jaws dropped, “—but you are expected to also visit a few different planets on the way. Most of which will be known allies of ours. Some otyours will be more… neutral in their position. The goal is to try and secure the relationship between us and these different planets. That alone may be enough to deter the Anthraxans from trying to invade us.”

“Or it could provoke them. They may see it as an act of retaliation—of aggression—“ Nikkand’r spoke.

“That’s not for us to decide,” Dimiil warned, placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. He looked down at him knowingly, his eyes screaming for him to shut up and take the job.

The young man gulped and apologised.

The Sergeant smiled politely, his eyes didn’t smile though. They remained cold and empty, giving the appearance of an animal baring its teeth to scare their predators. “I’ve sent a link of the necessary documents to your tablets. From there, you’ll be able to download said documents to your chips and view the necessary information, even without access to your devices. I also suggest downloading the different languages files as you pass through certain planets, even if you’re not planning to stop by them. You may have to make some extra stops depending on how fast you go through your food supply.” The Sergeant shot a look at you.

You pretended to be offended and gasped, “you’re really hurting my feelings here, Serg.”

“Have you all downloaded the documents into your chips yet?”

“Yep, just finished installing,” Dimiil informed.

“Perfect, open them up and scan through them once you’ve boarded the ship. If you’ve got any questions, feel free to reach out,” the ship’s door opened itself as he said this. A long set of stairs descending to the ground to meet them.

You gulped and shook your jitters away, taking the first step up with the rest closely following you, except for the Sergeant who had already begun walking back to the base.

“So, which one of us is flying this thing? Can I go first?” Nikkand’r asked, practically calling dibs on the pilot’s chair as he ran in.

You made sure everyone made it safely inside before pressing the button to bring the stairs back up and close the door. “Yeah yeah, go ahead, geek,” you heard Dimiil say as you turned back to look around the ship with your eyes, not bothering to move from your spot before you did. With your x-ray vision, you looked through the walls of the ship. Not that you needed to, you were safe in your home base, nothing could go wrong. But you just had this weird feeling that made you worried sick to your stomach. You felt as if something was going to go wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed strange figures approaching from a distance.

Without hesitation, you pressed the invisibility button, not wanting to take a chance. “Hey, what’re you doing?” Nikkand’r complained. You shushed him and kept watching even still, noticing how the number of strangers seemed to multiply: all of them with weapons in their arms.

“Go,” you commanded, Nikkand’r groaned. “Go,” you said more sternly.

“Dude, at least let me admire her before I take her out for a joyride!”

“Go, go, go, gogogogo!”

“Will you calm down?”

“What’s going on?” Dimiil questioned, knowing it was not normal for you to be reacting like this. He knew that you had been nervous about the journey, but he still knew you well enough to know you were not one to panic this way.

“Look!” You directed, pointing to your eyes to emphasise he’d need to look past the steel walls of their aircraft.

He followed your directions, eyes widening at the sight. “You’ve gotta go. Now.”

The youngest one followed the eldest’s command, turning the engine of the craft on and starting to lift off. You and Dimiil continued to watch the scene play out as scores of aliens raided their base. As much as you wanted to know what was happening, you needed to get out of there and start your mission. All of your antennas emitted a blue light that looked purple because of the pink shades of their skin. It was clear that the threat of the Anthraxan invasion was much graver than they were told by their superiors. It was now clear that the threat had reached Nembaria. It had reached your home. The three youngsters sighed. You were all distraught. You thought you had more time, you thought you’d have a chance.

“Okay, let’s get movin’… The first planet on the list, Firulandis.” Dimiil read from the document in the chip that was inserted into his brain. His eyes glossed over with some kind of a white film. “After that, we have to head to Mattrinum.”

“Okay… that’s 26 light years north for Firulandis and then 180 light-years west for Mattrinum?” You clarified.

“Yes. You heard that, Nik?”

“Yep, I’m stepping on it,” Nikkand’r agreed, “sit down and hold onto your shit.” He commanded before pressing the button to fast-travel to their first target planet.

After days of traveling, speeding across the stars, you made it to the first destination of many. You were welcomed in with open arms. This was one of the ally planets. Nembaria traded frequently with Firulandis, their histories having been interwoven for over a millennia.

When you had left, you left with more food to take for their travels. More than enough to last you all until you could hit your third destination, at least.

“Ya know, I’ve always wanted to go backpacking through space,” Dimiil mused as he stared out one of the many giant windows surrounding the disc shaped spacecraft. “I know the circumstances aren’t… optimistic… but this is still kinda nice.”

“I wonder if Jaina is okay…” You mumbled.

“Ha, knowing her, she would’ve kicked all those Anthraxan asses for making too much damned noise,” Dimiil laughed. “Ah, man… she is really pretty…”

“I told you to shoot your shot,” You softly nudged him in the bicep. “She’s single and very sweet once you get past all the… meh.”

“I really hope it’s not too late…” he looked down at his bowl filled with food that vaguely resembled couscous and chicken. He stood up and walked over to their fridge and put his unfinished serving inside. He’d lost his appetite and decided he’d eat that for breakfast.

You put your hand on his shoulder, “I hope so too… If you made it, you’d better ask her out. You’d better not play chicken.”

“You’ve been watching those old Earth TV shows again, haven’t you?” Nikkand’r laughed, “you’re talking like them now.”

“And? You know, before they destroyed everything, they created some nice art. I like their music a lot.”

“I know, ever since you were a kid, you’d sing Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra songs like your life depended on it,” Dimiil chuckled.

“Don’t forget Celia Cruz,” Nikkand’r chimed in.

“Those Earth TV shows were the worst!”

“Hey! They’re actually really good if you take the time to watch them.” You answered defensively.

“Do they even watch them?” Said Nikk.

“They blew themselves to oblivion, so I doubt they do,” Dimi crossed his arms.

Silence befell them. You all thought the same horrible thing but didn’t dare to say it out loud. “Here, why don’t I play some music—not from Earth— that we can all enjoy, huh?” you proposed, standing up from the cushioned blue chair you sat in. “Morgana,” you called, activating the voice assistant in the aircraft before commanding the ai program to play some music. As the music started to play, you pulled your brothers up from their chairs by their arms.

“Gemmy, I’m flying here,” Nikkand’r groaned. Gemmy was the nickname he’d given you when he was little because he had trouble pronouncing Nebby for some reason.

“Put it on autopilot, Nikk,” You suggested, earning yet another groan from the youngest before he gave in and did as you instructed. He then let you pull him up to the center of the ship. You all danced together, temporarily forgetting your worries and troubles at home; feeling hopeful for the future even if it looked bleak at the moment.

You all danced until you started to feel sleepy. One by one, you and the boys gave in to your tiredness and moved to the sleeping quarters, letting the playlist you turned on ring as you drifted out of reality.

The Lyri family was awoken by several violent shakes and loud noises. “Are we getting fucking hit?” Nikkand’r jolted awake, running back to the pilot seat.

Dimiil was the next to run to his position with you following closely behind, bringing your blanket with you. Your rose fingers grabbed at the joysticks after wrapping your blanket around yourself to shield yourself from the cold as you aggressively and strategically thumbed the buttons to fight back against your attackers.

You sighed, once you noticed the insignia on one of the masses. “Anthraxans, they’ve caught us— turn on the invisibility gear.”

“I can’t, it’s jammed.”

“Nikki, do it now!” Dimiil yelled.

“Did you not hear me? I said it’s fucking jammed.”

Dimiil stood up and ran over to the dashboard, looking at the variety of buttons on display. You couldn’t say what exactly it was that Dimiil did to fix that issue because you were busy shooting lasers at their attackers and the wave of relief that waved over you when he did was also inexplicable.

“Now haul ass out of here, they can still kind of see us with their sensors, but if we get far enough, they might not find us.” Dimiil instructed him again. Earning a nod and a salute from the youngest.

You stopped shooting the laser cannons in their enemies’ direction as you all scurried off, not wanting to give away your location. You just prayed the forcefield wouldn’t be overpowered by them if they were able to keep a close enough distance. You sighed, moving your curly, periwinkle hair out of your pink face so your violet eyes could glare daggers at the two men. Your antennae glowing some sort of green colour. “So, is this the kind of backpacking through space you had in mind? Or were you looking forward to having more missiles directed at us?”

The year was 2263. The sun shone brightly in an irradiated man’s scarred face. The man’s eyes moved behind his eyelids before he slowly brought himself to open them, squinting for a few seconds as he let his eyes adjust to the sudden light. He groaned, sitting up in the desert dirt. He brought his knees up to his chest, his hand sat atop his knees, as he looked around at the barren orange landscape. Another day, another chem. He thought to himself. It was what seemed to motivate him to keep going—aside from the possibility of reuniting with his daughter.

The scarred man grabbed his hat that was sat next to him on the dirt, plopping it back on his head as he stood up and kept walking toward his destination. He hadn’t planned on sleeping there. Not initially anyway. But he was so tired, he couldn’t help himself. Luckily for him, there was no one around, at least not when he’d last checked, as he was so close to the place he’d been walking to that it didn’t seem to matter.

He grabbed his bag and took a look inside with a sigh. He was running low on chems again. “Yep. That’ll do it,” he groaned, forcing himself off the sandy ground. His bones ached, something he never got used to in spite of dealing with joint pains for over a century. It came with the territory. The chems helped with the pain. He debated with himself whether he’d stick the pain out until he got to the agency or if he’d just take some of his ‘medicine’ beforehand. He chose the latter; inhaling some the chems before he set off to the nearby settlement. A settlement he was very familiar with. It was home to the bounty agency he frequented.

“You look like hell, Ghoul,” the man working the agency greeted the scarred one.

“Got nothin’ new to say, I see.” The Ghoul glanced at the employee walking up to the bulletin board, “any new jobs for me?” He asked no one in particular, he didn’t need to be told when he could just look at the wall himself. There was a pretty new face on the wall. He chuckled, “y’all coloured this one?” He questioned as he looked at the girl on the paper with your e/c eyes. Elena Zakharova, it read. Long h/c , s/t, y/h, about 25 years old, travelling with four others. Wanted dead or alive. Bonus if she’s alive.

Wonder what kind of trouble she got herself into, he thought to himself. Squinting at the prize offered at the bottom of the page.

50,000 caps. Not bad, he thought to himself. Not bad at all. He grabbed the paper from the wall and folded it before putting it in his pocket. “See you in a few, butterball.” He tipped his cowboy hat at the employee as he walked back out into the desert sun. His eyes squinted while he stepped out as they readjusted to the bright light again.

Days went by, and it seemed as though you’d lost their adversaries—or rather, their adversaries had lost you. It wasn’t until you were halfway to the next planet that you’d been attacked yet again. You barely scraped by this time, but when you were attacked a third time, almost three quarters of the way to your destination, your space RV gave out. All it took was one last beating before the ship started to plummet into some random planet’s harsh atmosphere.

You held on tightly to the handles that stood on either side of your chair, already strapped into it. There was also a beyond noticeable change in pressure within the aircraft, as the regulator had been blasted by the foreign military. This resulted in your ears popping, your noses filling with stinging pains; unbearable migraines with vertigo and joint pains. You felt as though you were dying, and you could very well have been. The systems were going haywire, popping in and out use as you all descended at dangerous speeds toward this planetary surface. You couldn’t see whether you were going to plummet into the ground or into a body of whatever liquid this little planet contained because it was so dark. It must have been nighttime. You closed your eyes, not that it made much of a difference, it wasn’t like you could see where they were headed, but you prayed for the former, silently. Your eyes stayed closed the whole time, bracing for impact. “Please,” you heard Nikk cry, “don’t let me die a virgin! I haven’t even had the chance to tell Wandala I love her!”

“Activating emergency landing protocol,” you heard Morgana speak calmly through the chaos once you were 150 feet off from hitting the ground. Two clear parachutes particalised outside the aircraft, causing the now hunk of junk to spring back a bit in the air. It would have been a… smooth landing had the ship not landed in the forest and the parachutes had not gotten caught in the trees on their way down. “Caution, stuck. Caution, stuck. Caution, stuck.” Morgana repeated.

You groaned and stood up, your brothers huddled up to one another, clutching each other's hands. They looked up from the floor at each other and immediately scrambled apart. Dimiil coughed loudly, “glad to see you’re alive, brother.”

“Same to you, bro,” Nikkand’r cleared his throat.

You rolled your eyes as you carefully walked over to the dashboard and climbed on top, careful not to step on any of the buttons. You moved a latch down to open one of the various windows and climbed out and on top of the ship. You felt water droplets falling onto your face and head as you pulled out a handle and pressed a button on its side. A jagged blade materialised at the end of it. You blinked the water out of your lashes and used the blade to cut the strings of one of the parachutes, causing the aircraft to turn on its side. You held on to the ‘doorway’ tightly and impatiently waited for the machine to stop moving before carefully climbing over to the other side and repeating the same motions. The moment you finished cutting, there was a snap; the spaceship started falling toward the ground again, rocking side by side as it bounced between tree after tree on its way down. You didn’t have enough time to put the blade away. The knife cut through your indigo jumpsuit with neon green linings. In one of the jerking movements of the aircraft, you were dragged forward and impaled yourself in the gut as you descended. You winced in pain, careful not to stick your tongue in between your teeth.

The aircraft settled onto the muddy ground below with one final, violent drop. “This is just great,” you muttered to no one in particular as you fell back into the structure.

Dimiil saw your fall back in and your uncoordinated motions as you crawled toward one of the drawers within the cockpit. He ran over to quickly close the window and to grab the first aid kit for you and quickly patched you up. You moaned in pain as you sat up, Dimiil grabbed your hand to help pull you up. “Thanks,” you managed to say. He simply nodded.

Dimiil turned to Nikk. “We need to get out of here. Grab whatever you can.”

Nikkand’r nodded and immediately started packing some first aid kits and vacuum sealed food bags into his backpack. You sat for a few seconds as you collected your bearings and started to do the same.

Once you had all finished collecting some important items, you quietly made your way out, using your watch to turn you invisible beforehand.

You heard loud crunching and squishing noises approaching and hid behind the bushes for safety. The invisibility feature had recently gotten an update that had some bugs, ironically, that needed to be fixed–the main one being battery drainage, which would then leave them exposed once the watches shut off. They could only really be used for half an hour at a time, which in most cases was enough to get away from attackers. But you needed to find a way to wander the world for parts to help repair the spacecraft undetected.

It was as you watched five humans walk past you, three males and two females, that you realised where you were. You had landed on Earth. And those people had just discovered your spaceship. A feeling of dread overtook you. You were screwed. The place was known for being a savage and chaotic cesspit.

“What the fuck is this?” You heard one of the men say as he stared at it. He looked a bit rough. They all did. They all looked dirty, their clothes dirty and tattered as well.

“Who the fuck knows… Let’s check it out,” said another man in the party of thugs. His voice was gruff.

“Oh hell no, I’m not going in that thing,” said the third man. One of the women seemed to agree with him and stood by his side, nodding vigorously.

“Well, if y’all two are too chicken shit, you can stand watch outside. Let’s go check this thing out, baby,” the other woman spoke up. She had wavy h/c picked up in a ponytail. Her e/c eyes narrowed at the two scaredy cats as she spoke before lighting up at the end when she looked up to, who some would assume was, her partner.

“Sound like a deal?” Her partner said to the two that stood away from the group, grinning.

“Yeah, whatever,” said the third man as the rest of the group went inside, leaving him outside with the other woman, pacing around the perimeter of the ship with their guns at the ready.

More crunching and slushing noises approached, and a new stench came into the air with it. Your eyes widened. It was them. The Anthraxans that had followed and attacked you. They looked much like regular humans with very few defining features that set them apart from the other species. The most obvious were their stench and the shape of their ears, their sharp teeth and their eyes. Their eyes were wider than the average human’s and their eyes tended to be one colour out of three, black, white or red. They didn’t have pupils or irises. You swallowed your spit silently, watching them as they approached the spaceship. The moment the humans noticed them, they started shooting them, to no avail. Their skin was bulletproof. The bullets bounced off them like it was nothing. The soldiers grinned, amused by the human’s futile attempts at killing them.

Fear flooded the man’s face as one of the Anthraxans stepped closer, grabbing him by the neck. Another one stepped forward toward the woman, doing the same. Without much effort–just a tiny squeeze–they snapped the human’s necks and flung them through the ship’s entrance. The lights in and outside of the ship were still flickering on and off in spite of its battered state, making the scene more terrifying.

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around yourself as if to soothe yourself before covering your ears. A choir of screams emerged from inside the ship as the Anthraxans slaughtered them all. The boys watched in horror, unable to pull their eyes away from the scene. It only took a minute. One minute for them to be killed off. One minute for the soldiers to walk out of the spacecraft unscratched and unbothered. The boys watched them walk off in the direction they’d originally come from, climb into their own undamaged ship and fly off. They let go of the breaths they didn’t quite realise they were holding.

Dimiil shook you, “they’re gone. It’s safe now.”

You opened your eyes and stood up, following your brothers back to the spaceship, walking slower than the two of them. “Walk faster,” Nikk grumbled as they climbed up the silver steps. Begrudgingly, you did as he commanded.

Still slower than the other two, you followed behind them, wincing once you saw the violence that had occurred in their humble aircraft. Your invisibility feature turned off once you entered the spaceship, the twenty minute timer you’d set had shut off the mechanism.

It was a massacre. Blood was plastered everywhere. Entrails decorated the place. Throats were slashed. The human’s bodies were displayed in unnatural positions with bones sticking out of their bloodied skin. The family couldn’t help but let their minds wander to what could’ve happened to their friends back at the base. You felt like crying but fought back your tears. Nikk gagged, swallowing back the acid and previously eaten food. Dimiil looked unphased. His antennae glowing red. You and Nikk felt a wave of calm rush through you. Dimiil had manipulated the physical effects your emotions had on your bodies. Slowing down your heart rates and calming your stomachs and bowel movements down.

You still had thoughts racing through your mind, but the physical uneasiness escaped you. You looked up to Dimiil and furrowed your brows, confused if you should be grateful or angry that he was controlling you in that way. You decided to choose the former for the sake of moving things along and getting out of the hellish spaceship as soon as possible. “Right, so…” you started, placing your hands at your hips. “We’re going to need a disguise… because this,” you paused and pointed to your antennas, “is going to give us away.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

“You can’t be serious,” Nikk crossed his arms, disgusted by your suggestion.

“It’s not like we’re going to be wearing their skin—“

“No, but pretending to be them isn’t any better.”

“Do you have any other ideas?”

Dimiil and You stared at Nikki as if they were expecting an actual answer from the man. He growled, “no.”

“Okay then…” You mumbled under your breath as you looked at the two women. You picked the one with y/c hair as you found her to be the prettier one of the two and completed a scan of the dead body by pointing your arm out in front of it. A green holographic light illuminated the cadaver, separating into multiple lines moving about vertically as it scanned her body. Once done, the watch chimed, prompting you to look back down at your wrist. Would you like to copy the body’s appearance in its current state?

You tapped one of the two options offered to you. No.

The watch then presented you with more options. Current age, infant, five years, thirteen years, seventeen years. You picked the current age. The watch presented some more options. Would you like to copy the body’s appearance before death in accordance with genetic information?

Yes.

Please insert a DNA sample! You bent down to pull out a piece of her hair and placed it on top of your watch so it could examine it. Thank you! DNA collected!

Hold out watch to finish the process! You did as you were instructed. The green lights came out again, doing one final scan of the body. Scanning complete! The body is now in your inventory! You sighed, going to your Home Screen on the watch to find the program that would change your appearance.

“This is horrible,” Nikk complained as he finished the copying process.

“Yeah, well. We signed up for this, dude,” Dimiil said, rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t.”

“You signed the dotted line, brother,” the eldest sighed as he started the process of morphing his body to match that of the specimen he selected. “At least we’re not skinning them and wearing their skins. That’s what they did centuries ago.”

That seemed to shut the youngest one up for the time being as you all morphed into three of the five humans you’d seen alive not even twenty minutes ago. You took the clothes off the dead woman’s back and changed into them. Blood, cuts and all. The two males judged you silently. “Well, if you wanna have everyone looking at you, feel free to keep the uniform on.”

They looked at each other before nodding and following your lead.

Once done, you all started to inspect the ship inside and out to perform some kind of diagnosis. You knew how the parts were destroyed, you experienced it, but you needed to know exactly what was damaged.

You spent a few minutes taking a look at everything that had taken a hit and noting down the materials and elements that made up the materials.

Nikk spoke up, “what happens if we don’t find what we need?”

“Then we’re out of luck,” Dimiil scoffed.

You glared at your older brother , “or, we find another way, you Debbie-downers.” You stood up from the dirty ground, patting the dirt that clung to your stolen pants off, swiping at your back side. “Well, let’s start looking for this shit.”

Nikk rolled his eyes, “do you even know where to look?”

“Nope, but neither do you. We’re not gonna get anything done if we stay put, asshole.”

“Let’s at least wait until daylight. Get a good night’s rest. We’re all tired and irritable,” Dim suggested. You all looked at each other silently, as if you were deliberating your options.

You were the first to agree, “I’ll clean up in there, I refuse to sleep with that mess.”

“I’ll help,” Nikk offered, it was his way of extending an olive branch without explicitly apologising.

You smiled softly, recognising his intentions, even if he didn’t outright say it.

It took you a bit, but you finally finished cleaning your station. Whilst everyone seemed to be able to sleep soundly, you couldn’t. Every time you seemed to drift into your slumber, you’d get pulled out by the hurtful thought that you wouldn’t be able to fix your mode of transportation. The aching thought that there would be no way for you to go home.

You shook your head as if that would shake the bad thoughts away. You needed to have faith that everything would turn out okay and that you would be able to save your home. You looked down at your watch and tapped the headset icon. The watch flashed a bright blue light, wireless earbuds materialised and you stuck them in your ear, hoping some music would soothe you enough to allow you a few hours of sleep.

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Voustube- basically YouTube lol

GalaSphere- basically an Xbox or PlayStation. The name is a play on the game cube

Y/h- your height

S/t- your skin tone

E/c- eye colour

H/c- hair colour

#cooper x reader #alien x ghoul #alien reader x ghoul cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul #fallout #fallout tv show #50s 60s alien aesthetic #alien reader #aliens and ufos #ghoul x female reader

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amberfoxerotica · 11 months

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So here I sat, staring at the console screen in front of me, watching digital gauges, temperatures and other statistics, making sure everything was within safe operational zones.

There were no prying eyes or bosses looking over my shoulder. All I had to do was keep the hangar’s cooling system functional. No one ever came down here as long as I kept things running smoothly. And I needed to keep it that way in order to keep my job.

Having all these hours to myself meant that I could get on with whatever I wanted. So I used my time in a questionable manner, usually watching a wide assortment of alien porn. The options were endless too, it being an industry that spanned across galaxies. There were scenes with Threnthrals pounding their thick, bulbous appendages into the many soft, oozing holes along a Worbolol’s throbbing abdomen. Or a scaly Lijjandok stuffing its ribbed cock into the fertile slits along a Moloog’s back. A genre that I’d recently discovered, which had fast become my favorite, featured Zeggoreths getting it on with human females.

Sitting at the console, I searched for a scene with one hand as my other hand slipped under my panties. I tapped the play button. On screen, a Zeggoreth stomped into view. Its sleek, dark blue, brutish form loomed over a gorgeous brunette, who lay fully clothed on a hover-bed. She looked up at the alien with seductive longing. Two muscular arms rested at the alien’s side, and from its chest writhed a mass of tentacles.

The alien leapt onto the bed, pinning the girl down with its powerful forearms. The girl put up a playful struggle, all with a delighted grin on her face. The grin turned to an aroused stare as the Zeggoreth’s tentacles slid under her clothes, straining the fabric as they wrapped around her breasts, spread down her belly and snaked down her legs. In one motion, her clothes were ripped from her body, leaving her completely naked on the bed. This primal display set her cheeks ablaze, and from her gently parted lips spilled heavy breaths. As I watched, I felt my pussy moisten around my exploring fingers.

The Zeggoreth flipped the woman onto her belly and anchored her legs with its strong hands. Tentacles spread apart her legs, giving a glorious display of her dripping wet cunt. The alien moved in closer, its shadowy blue tentacles wriggling towards her open holes. I imagined tentacles grabbing hold of me, swirling over my body, squirming into my willing pussy. My body went hot all at once as I watched what came next. The tentacles inched nearer. Slime dripped onto her butt cheeks and slid down her juicy cunt. She pleaded to be filled as the alien held her in place and toyed with her, driving her wild. Tentacles licked around her holes, about to enter her.

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jazzy-man13 · 7 months

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I saw a Therian hc ask and I was wondering whether you'd be willing to do a similar one for the TFP Decepticons but with a gender neutral human reader, who turns out not to be a human after all, but an alien mind/soul in a human body?

TFP decepticons x gn alien reader in a human body hcs

Grrrrr tysm anon for the request, I hope this is at least somewhat what you were looking for! 🫶

Megatron: He noticed that you had... strange mannerisms for a human, to say the least. When he approached you about it, you carefully explained to him that you're actually not human. He finds your predicament to be fascinating. He'll most likely treat you with more respect, considering you're not really one of those fleshbags that he hates so much.

Soundwave: They'll listen to you closely as you explain how your soul and mind isn't human, and that you just happen to have a human body. If you're ever feeling homesick for a world that you can't be a part of, they'll take you to the top of the nemesis and watch the stars with you, pointing out constellations and any planets they know.

Shockwave: He's intrigued by you. He wants to run tests on you to see if there's any difference in you neurologically compared to an average human. Honestly, stay away from him.

Starscream: Bro is probably the least understanding out of everyone. He won't disrespect you outright, but he'll tease you for being stuck in a human body. He finds it amusing that you're stuck as a human even though you aren't one.

Dreadwing: He does his very best to understand you, and he makes sure to treat you as an equal in spite of your human body. He'd do meditation with you in his spare time to help you find a sense of peace whenever you get stressed from being stuck in a human form.

Breakdown: The big mech will struggle to understand, but he's very nice and polite to you. He'd ask more questions to try and understand you better. If you were ever frustrated by the limitations of your human body, he would do whatever he could to help you out. He lets you ride on his shoulder to make you feel bigger around others.

Knockout: He doesn't particularly have much to say about it, but he's still trying to support you. If he has spare time and energy, he might help make some enhancements for your body to help you match your mind more.

Predaking: He's always willing to listen to you talk about yourself and what you would be like if you weren't stuck as a human. He takes a liking to you very quickly, and will protect you from anyone on the ship that bothers you about your human body.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #tfp megatron #tfp knockout #tfp soundwave #tfp shockwave #tfp breakdown #tfp dreadwing #tfp predaking #tfp starscream #transformers x reader #Alien reader #Honestly nervous writing this #My first ever request lmao #Ty anon

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heartfullofleeches · 4 months

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Introducing - Shy Perv/Horny Alien Darling who's happy to be kidnapped by cute little humans if it means they'll get their dick touched.

Bound and chained up in their kidnappers home - Darling has but one question as their obsessive stalker declares their undying love and how darling will never, ever leave their side again-

"s.... since we're dating now....may - can I touch your breasts?"

Alien Darling from a planet where sleeping with another person for pleasure is looked down upon and intimacy is not seen as common . There's hardly any need for it in terms of reproduction either as technology has mostly taken over in the entire process. Needless to say, Darling is blown away when they learn about earth and some of its cultures. They want to go on dates, and hold hands with someone cute, and maybe even kiss them, and- and.... There's just so much for them to do.

Darling ends up on earth one way or another - working their way up to a far enough life as a cashier. Approaching humans in a romantic/sexual tense is a bit difficult when you only have experience from the films you've seen in the short span of time you've known about them. Darling remains alone and finds fulfilment elsewhere on the internet and with human toys they purchase for "research" - How they'd love to be able to use what they've learned with a cute human, but no person in their right mind would want an awkward outcast like them...

Right?

When Darling finally released they're being followed - they come to the conclusion that it has to be some strange human mating ritual. Yan likely discovers the various blogs Darling has made detailing their journey they probably think nobody will read or believe. Regardless of whether darling truly is from other world - it's clear to see how depraved they are. Yan sees that for themselves when they leave a pair of their underwear in darling's bed and instead of questioning where they came from Darling skips an entire day of work just to drool all over them. Darling is too busy fondling Yan's chest to notice anything wrong - like how their boss hasn't called to check up on them in a while.

Oh....That's right - they don't have a phone anymore. Their lover said they didn't need it anymore.... Plus, their boss was found dead in a lake a few weeks ago.

Huh.....How could they forget something like that?

"Would you like me to take my shirt off while you touch me, love?"

"Yes, please!"

Darling feels the need to ask before every kiss. It's cute - until they're drilling their tongue(s) down Yan's throat everytime since they claim Darling can do whatever they desire to them. It's still impossible for them to believe a cute human would want them so badly. Captivity is a small prize to pay to finally act out the fantasies they've had since they've learned of earth and its people.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere oc #tw yandere #alien reader #yandere drabble

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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Hi I see your requests are open!

Could you do a Flash ( Barry Allen) x alien reader?

Where the Reader's true form looks like the Martians, but dark purples and cool greys?

Apart of the Reader's culture, is rough housing. So they like to spar and chase around Barry. Though, apart of their rough housing is pinning. So everytime they spar, Reader pins Barry to the ground or wall, making him extremely flustered.

-Crow

Barry Allen x Alien Male reader

Headcanons

We are back after kinktober, finally. Guess who handed in their last psychology assignment of the year, now it’s just my religion project and exams and I’ll be free until next semester.

For the martian appearance, I went with the more, what should I call it?? lizard? Plant? Looking? Appearance, you see in young justice.

Your species was from Mercury, meaning you were extremely hot blooded, which lead to your kind being, what should I say, competitive by nature. Martians and Mercurians descended from the same place, which is why your species were similar in some ways like appearance.

Unlike martians, you couldn’t shapeshift. Mercurians did have the ability of intangibility, power negation, and power amplification, along with the same type of telepathy and telekinesis you would find in martians.

Unlike the greens and other similar colours you would find on Mars, your people were cooler colours in contrast of the warm colours of your home planet. Every member of your species possessed different patterns in their skin as well, which wasn’t easily spotted by the naked eye.

It helped your people identify each other, and some of the spirit mediums claimed to be able to tell your future off these patterns, think like reading someone’s destiny in their palm.

The Mercurians had stayed away from earth as long as it had existed, but after larger and larger enemies showed up in your part of the galaxy, your people joined in on fighting them off.

You were the 6th child of the ruler of your planet at the time, your parent having been chosen as leader through democracy for many hundred years because of how just they were. But because of this, and your interest in interworld communication, you were the one sent to earth.

Here you met the justice league. The first person you got along with was of course J'onn J'onzz, and his niece M'gann M'orzz, as your people and culture were similar in some ways, and your people descended from the same origin.

Your inability to shapeshift made it hard for you to take part in human culture, even as you bonded with the other members of the league, like superman, the many green lanterns, M'ganns teammates, and so on and so forth.

It was on one of the days you were growing antsy for anything to happen that you fell into conversation with Barry, The Flash, as he was called. Talking to him calmed some of the fidgetiness in your body, there was just something about him and how fast he talked when he was passionate about a subject, that cooled your inner flames.

It also helped that he ran hot, as earth was much much colder than your home planet of Mercury. You also would never admit how it made your Mercurian vocal cords trill when he raved about your purple colour, and how it shifted in the sunlight.

J'onn teased you quite a lot as you started developing feelings for the speedster. You denied it vehemently, but even M'gann could tell and would tease you as well. All of this happened over your telepathy of course, so no one else on the team seemed to pick up on it, except for Batman, since he saw pretty much everything.

After some time, Barry seemed to pick up on your inability to stay still, or how you were always found in the gym beating up the equipment. It was J'onn who explained your people’s culture to him, and how roughhousing was the way your people bonded.

Because of this roughhousing not happening, you didn’t feel as close to the league as you would be able too. And Barry, who had started to develop feelings for you in return, found himself wondering if you might be interested in a sparring match.

When he finally summoned up the courage to ask, he didn’t even have time to doubt his act of asking, as you launched yourself at him like an overexcited cat, immediately wrestling him to the ground.

Barry hadn’t thought this fully through, as he found himself being pinned to the floor, the wall, the ceiling once or twice, throughout this sparring. He became so flustered that he almost forgot about his speed.

There was just something about how excited you seemed to be that someone finally wanted to roughhouse and spar with you, and the trills and chirps that rang from your chest and throat instinctually, only made him want to keep doing it.

This kept up for some time, both of you taking time out of your schedules to roughhouse at least once a week. And over time Barry was able to keep up, even though he still found himself blushing and sputtering when you pinned him just right.

J'onn ended up telling the rest of the team what was up, and roughhousing became part of the usual sparring when you were involved, for team bonding.

But what you and Barry had was something special, just between you two. And when you started adding your hidden stripes to his suits stitching, no one would be the wiser, except for maybe J'onn, who just seemed amused.

Your people didn’t kiss, you didn’t really have the lips, but you wanted to try it. Kissing Barry the first time after pinning him to the floor once again, had been a little awkward. Lips pressed against teeth, not much of the romantic liplocking you had seen in earth movies.

But Barry seemed just as passionate after realizing what was up, his arms immediately wrapping around you and kissing you back as passionately.

The roughhousing continued even as you started dating, and when the team found a way to let you alter your shape to a human one, you two would go on dates.

There were moments you felt self-conscious about your appearance, as many humans were more attractive, but Barry was always quick to wrestle you into his arms to tell you he loved you for who you were, and that he didn’t care about that stuff, and you were handsome to him.

Lets just say the first time Barry met your family it lead to a huge family wide roughhousing and wrestling, and he had to resort to using his speed more than once to not get mobbed by your family who wanted to bond with him and get to know him since you loved him so much.

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batsclass101-blog · 7 days

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Galaxy Eyes - Part 3

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Earth was charmingly provincial and full of ancient charm. Despite its charm, you found it quite sad with its overwhelming crime. True there had been crime in your universe, but it was centered on overthrowing rulers, petty crime, and the occasional murder. You missed the relative peace of your home universe.

The first trial of settling in a new universe and on a new planet was choosing a home. With your starship and the convoy you’d recently discovered… it wasn’t an easy task.

Quick but thorough scans of the planet and its land ownership rules allowed you to formulate a plan. Using cloaking technology and one of the adult scholars in your group you purchased two thousand acres of secluded forest. Eradanians loved nature and all architecture would serve yourself and the natural habitat and creatures.

Your foreign technology and skills allowed for a protective perimeter with cloaking technology to be established. Next, construction of your new sanctuary was undertaken by the head scholars.

“Meti’ri (little queen), we have pledged ourselves to you. But you are a youngling to both our race and this new world.” A gentle hand was laid on your shoulder. “You are not entirely alone little Weaver. But this new path of yours will not be easy.”

“I know… but I cannot change the old path yet. I’m fragile when in Eldaria. Here… here I can grow strong. Bamil’so, will you help me?”

“Till the stars crumble into the sea.” Bamil’so bowed with a soft smile crinkling his youthful face.

“How old do most Eradanians become?”

“Ah, that is a a hard question. My own great grandfather still plots the stars. I am but 500 years old. Here you and I differ. You will age until your twenty - fifth year according to legends. And unless violence claims your life you… will remain unchanged.”

“Oh…” you turned starry eyes upon him and he averted his gaze. “It is… a sad existence I think. I will see this new world die and change. Life… goes on.” A tear the shape of a pearl fell from your eye.

The days passed in a blur for you. Every waking moment you studied this ‘Earth’ and felt amazed. Younglings your age were… free, unburdened and wore strange clothing. Where your hair resembled a dark void peppered with moving stars and planets… those of earth were plain unmoving colors. They used artificial colors to imitate the vibrant colors that sometimes filled your races hair. Your eyes were not normal either on Earth or in Eldaria. If you wanted to fit in your clothing needed to change and you needed to cloak your features.

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Damian was sure his soul-bond wasn’t human, or at least she was a meta of some form. Age nine found him dreaming in languages he’d never heard before. Next, he found he was able to hover if he fell and his skin was almost protective. ‘Useful skills.’ He was quite pleased at both developments. All the while he hid the bond from his mother and the league.

It was hard turning ten, everything changed. He was sent away from the only life he’d ever known and he felt more protective of his bond. Distrust was perhaps not a skill, but he hoped it leaked over to his bond. He wanted to protect her and himself.

“Damian, do you have a soul-bond?”

“Ttt’, soul-bonds are a sign of weakness, Drake.”

“Knowing someone else is out there isn’t a weakness…” Tim muttered absently. “Mine is a klutz. She keeps tripping over things.”

“Weak. Just as I said.” Damian scoffed and disappeared to his room with his heart in his throat.

The League beat it into each member that having a bond was weakness. Speaking of such bonds was met with danger. He closed his door and shuddered at the memory of members finishing off their bonds. It was unsettling to hear Drake, Grayson and his father openly speak about their bonds.

A soft inhale and he let gentle light weave between his fingers. When unsettled it always helped him to tap into his bond’s skill. Soft warmth pooled into his palm and he wished for once that his bond could feel him using the skill. How could he miss someone he’d never met?

#tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #damian wayne soulmate au #damian al ghul #soulmate au #soulmate au reader #damian Wayne is a cinnamon roll #alien reader

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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mayhaps...hehe

since I haven't really watched avatar (I was the anon that pirated the movie and I still didn't even watch it) just imagine like- any of the na'vi encountering a creachure™ with a few suspicious bumps on it's lower stomach and they know that "shit this mf need to lay them eggs in me fr 😫💦" and then yeah, I would actually make this thirst sexy if I didn't feel so awkward writing this help 😭

-🍽️

Oh 🍽️ you just gave me an idea...

Alien!Reader prowling through the forest of Pandora on the peak of their breeding season and the pheromones lead poor little fertile Na’vi into your den, their thighs glossy with their arousal as they seek the owner of that delicious scent. They have no idea they’re about to be stuffed full of eggs and cum.

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#also you have to sit down at some point to watch the movies lmao #avatar brainrot #sub avatar #alien reader #dom reader #top reader #tw oviposition #sub character #n/sfw #n/s/f/w #🍽️ anon !

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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Learn Something New

Reader One-shot with Hunter

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!Reader

Rated: 18+ NSFW

Warnings: SMUT! This is a Heat fic so be warned. Some angst but not much, established relationship, female reader, not A/B/O sorry

Words: 2.8k+

When you had woken up that morning, you hadn't felt quite right. You had a very slight fever and you were exhausted despite having slept decently well in one of the cockpit seats, but you shrugged it off as a biproduct of working with Mos Eisley locals during the last job. It wasn't like any of the others could get sick, even Omega was engineered with an amazing immune system. So, you'd taken some painkillers and resolved to go about your day as usual. Hunter smiled softly as he handed you a cup of caf soon after you had all entered the parlor, his gaze warm though his pupils were dilated more than normal "Are you alright?" You asked softly before taking a sip, humming at the caffeinated goodness as it warmed you from the inside.

He took a step closer, crowding into your personal space, his nose almost pressed to your forehead as you both looked at each other, mutually surprised by his actions "I'm feelin' alright, cyare." He assured you before taking a moment to press a tender kiss on your forehead "You're just harder to resist today." He pulled away with a teasing wink, laughing softly as you stuck your tongue out at him.

"Alright, alright!" The grating voice of Cid broke the moment, left it shattered like glass as everyone's attention focused on her "No romance in the bar, yeesh! I've got a job for ya, just a quick delivery to Tatooine."

"Awww! We were just there!" Wrecker complained with a loud groan right as you began feeling very not right, suddenly leaky and sore even though there was no real reason to. It was too early in the month for your period, and the last mission had been extremely smooth, not even a verbal spat was had between Echo and Wrecker.

Hunter seemed to know the very moment the change happened, his warm hand pressing against your lower back, comforting and welcome "Are you alright?" He asked, his brow furrowed low as he studied you worriedly.

"Ya," You nodded with a tight smile, not realizing that you had began leaning against the bar, the cold metal soothing the heat you were beginning to exude. "Perfectly fine." You lied, not wanting to worry him even though there was a decent chance he could tell you were lying.

He frowned and opened his mouth to call you out, but Cid beat him to it "Uh-huh, sure. You look like a wreck, Y/n. You should sit this one out." Even when expressing concern she still sounded so demanding and offended.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cid," You deadpanned at the Trandoshan who just shrugged back at you "I'm fine, really. Nothing some painkillers and more caf can't fixxxxx... oh kark." A cramp rolled through you as you spoke, bowling you over as you clutched at you lower stomach, trying to relieve the new ache.

"You're not fine, Y/n." Hunter's firm voice was filled with concern as he quickly scooped you up and held you tightly to his chest, the motion triggering another cramp and a soft keening whine that only he could hear. His scent invaded your nose, smelling of musk and sweat with something almost herbal and spicy underneath, making you drunk as you pressed your face into his neck with another soft keen. "Y/n and I will sit this mission out." Hunter's words were strong, but his grip on you increased, holding you almost possessively.

Wrecker groaned again "Missions aren't the same without her!" He complained like a child, though you knew that he meant well.

"Statistically, if a Peléian is falling ill, there are only two causes, and both require rest. Get better soon, Y/n. We'll see you both when we return." Tech rattled off with a concerned frown as he adjusted his goggles, studying Y/n's change in behavior but not voicing his suspicions, Hunter was already on edge with concern and he did not want to make it worse.

Without another word Hunter was leaving the bar behind and going up the stairs to the apartment that all of you shared, bee-lining straight for your shared quarters and depositing you on your bed. His hand felt cool against your forehead as he pulled back enough to check your temperature, frowning as you tried to nuzzle into his hand "You're burning up, cyare." He rumbled with worry, trying to pull back to get you some ice but you clung to his hand like a lifeline, a whine leaving your throat as you looked up at him pleading shining in your eyes.

"Please Hunter, please stay with me. I don't know what's happening." You confessed as your legs pressed together. Your core was quivering with need, gnawing with want that wasn't going to let itself go ignored for very long. It was loud and insistent. A cramp rolled through your lower belly, making you curl into yourself slightly with a keen, your mind swiftly becoming drunk with desire, Hunter's scent filling you again. "Please." You begged, trying to pull him closer.

He could smell the change as soon as it happened, it was sweet and alluring, filling him with desire and need that shot straight to his cock. He knew that he needed to leave you in that moment, knew that if he didn't he'd fuck you senseless, and you were sick. He couldn't do that to you, he couldn't wear your already waning strength like that. You needed to rest, like Tech had said. "I'll be back with some water, mesh'la, just rest." He promised quickly and gently pulled himself from your hold, damn near running out of the room the moment he could, his cock straining painfully under his codpiece. He could hear your wordless begs through the door, could still smell your arousal, but he pulled himself away from the door and retreated to the kitchen on the other side of the apartment, pulling out his comms. He needed Tech's expertise before he karked it all up to hell. "Tech," his voice was rough even to his ears, his breaths sharp as his body strained to keep smelling your delicious scent like a man possessed "Tech, come in." He ordered, trying, and very nearly failing, to keep himself in check.

"Hunter, I wasn't expecting you to contact me this soon. We have not even left yet." Tech's voice filtered from the comm though he wasn't being unkind about it.

"Tech, she's burning up and her scent changed. What medicine does she need?" Your smell became stronger in that moment, permeating the entire apartment and he tried to breath through his mouth to stall his inevitable reaction, but tasting it... oh stars it made it worse. His self control was hanging by a thread as it was, but that thread was getting pretty thin and frail.

He could imagine you on the bed, all laid out and on display just for him, moaning with desire even though he hadn't even touched you yet, just watched your pretty pussy as it drooled for his cock. He wanted a taste. He groaned into his fist, his self control nearly none existent. His next actions were going to hinge solely on whatever Tech told him, and even then he might have to call in a droid to help. "There is only one thing it can be," Tech's voice broke through the lust filled haze in Hunter's mind, bringing him back to clarity even if just for a moment. "She's in Heat."

Hunter's eyes widened at the news "What? Wouldn't she know how to prepare us for that?" There was a touch of aggression to his voice that he tried to reign in, though it wasn't directed towards anyone per say, it was mostly directed towards his need for restraint.

"Well, that would depend on whether or not her mother was able to teach her what to watch for before giving her to the Order. From what I have been able to research, most do not because most that are given do not find their Mates." Tech's words rang through his head as he stared at his own bedroom door, his heart hurting for his Mate at the realization that she was expected to never find him, how close they came to never finding each other. How she was never taught to prepare or manage herself if she ever had.

"How do I help her?" Hunter's voice was ragged with emotion as he spoke, his mind made up that he was going to help her, no matter what it took. She would not weather the storm alone.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that, Hunter. Just remember that this is when she is at her most fertile, and both of you need to stay hydrated. Don't do anything in my room. Signing off." Tech's voice held some amusement at his Sergeant as he spoke, though he kept it purposely brief. He could only imagine how tortured Hunter was as they spoke.

Hunter set the comm on the kitchen table and set about preparing a kit for the both of them, his armor becoming more and more uncomfortable with every minute as he filled canteens and grabbed a packet of nerf jerky before marching straight into your room. He almost dropped everything on the floor at the very sight of you, barely hearing the door close behind him as all the blood rushed straight to his already throbbing cock. You were completely bare on top of the blankets, covered in a soft sheen of sweat as one hand gripped desperately at your thigh, the other was trying to grant you some relief, your fingers furiously rubbing your clit as breathy moans filled the air. The room was saturated with the scent of your arousal and need, blinding him to anything and everything else but you. "Hunter..." You begged breathlessly, your eyes locked on him, your pupils blown as wide as they could be despite the bright overhead light "need you in me. Please Hunter, please baby." Your voice broke him from the spell, calling him to action in a flurry of movement. He was off balance as he practically threw his armor and clothes off, hopping on one foot at one point when his pantleg got stuck over his ankle.

His skin was hot against yours as he took a spot between your legs, eyes locked on your fingers as they slowed their ministrations to your clit, reveling in his attention as you bit your lip. "So pretty, cyare, such a pretty pussy." He groaned against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, so close and yet so far away from where you needed him. He smiled as you moaned under his lips, every cell in his being begging him to taste you, even if it was just one lick, he needed you on his tongue. You smelled so sweet, so ready. So fucking needy for him. "Open your legs for me, mesh'la." He ordered gruffly as he licked his lips in anticipation "Show me where you need my cock."

You had to readjust how you were laying, but you were quick to obey, hands gripping your thighs, holding them up under his hungry gaze. He groaned before diving in, lapping at you like a man starved, his tongue carving broad strokes through your folds in a bid to collect every drop of your sweet nectar. It was almost too good for him as he began to buck into the mattress, his cock needing something while he fucked you with his tongue. He knew he wasn't going to last long if he allowed himself to continue as he was, making himself pull away from your glistening folds and climb up your body like a predator stalking its prey, every movement carefully controlled so that he didn't accidently hurt you in his excitement. You pulled him into a kiss with a hand tangled in his hair, pulling gently as you moaned into his mouth, sharing in your taste on his tongue. He entered you in one swift motion, hilting immediately as you arched your back and screamed his name. His mouth latched onto your neck as he kept thrusting into you at a devastating pace, his tip hitting electrifying places inside of you as his teeth nipped and clung to your pulse point. His name was a chant, a prayer, a hymn of praise as he continued to fuck you. When he pulled out, you wanted to sob at the loss, his warmth leaving you as he sat back onto his knees and grabbed your thighs. He growled as he flipped you over, tempted to just fuck you into the mattress, but primal need won out as he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you up, presenting you to him again.

He was tempted to taste you again as your pussy drooled in anticipation for his cock, glistening slick audibly dropping onto the sheets making his heart skip a beat. His head was barely past your folds before your were rocking back on him with a filthy mewl. It was all he could do but watch you swallow his cock as though he'd starved you of it. It didn't take him long to begin meeting you thrust for thrust, the pleasure making his eyes roll back in his head every time you tightened your walls around him, milking his cock every time he pulled almost completely out. With every thrust in, his balls slapped just hard enough against your poor clit that you squealed, every single time. With every thrust your pussy made the most deliciously filthy squelches that he'd ever heard. Every single one was like a symphony composed just for him, and he loved every single one. He lifted your hips slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit a very special spot inside of you, making you see stars and scream his name, slick gushing around his cock as the squelches became absolutely obscene. "Want me to fill you with my cum, Y/n?" He growled through grit teeth, feeling the end approaching "Want me to fill you full? Make you pregnant?" You moaned loudly as you nodded into the sheets, looking at him from the corner of your eye, trying to communicate how much you needed his cum "Oh you like that don't you?" He laughed breathlessly, his rhythm beginning to falter as the tip of his cock assaulted your cervix, bringing you to a whole new height of pleasure. "Gonna make you so full of my seed you can't, ummfff, can't help but become round with my child! I can just, mmmghh, just see you now..." He continued, the fantasy flashing before his eyes, the idea of you carrying his child awakening something new inside of him, something basal and wanting. "Fuck, Y/n! Gonna... FUCK!" He came with a roar, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you screamed in pleasure with him as he erupted. You clamped around him, not wanting a single drop to escape as he continued to pump you full, holding you tight to him.

It took him a whole minute to finish coming, like the man had been saving up just for you. He coaxed you down on your side, his softening cock slipping out of you as you moved, some of his cum leaking out. You whined at the loss but all he could do was stare as he caught his breath, the sight was something so erotic and intimate, and he was sharing it with you. You instantly cuddled up to him when he laid next to you, his heart thundering in his chest. "I love you." You murmured into his flesh, your ear against his chest as you listened to his heart beat.

"I love you too." He hummed with a broad smile, holding you tighter before he dropped off into an unexpected nap. He woke some time later to you pumping his cock languidly, your movements unhurried as he hummed, the scent of your need in the air again, making his cock throb in your palm "Again?" He chuckled, the sound quickly dropping into a hiss of pleasure as you began paying more attention to his drooling tip.

"Yes, please, Hunter. Please fill me with your cum again. I'm so fucking addicted to it!" You begged as you climbed up onto your knees, the movements wafting the faint scent of his drying cum around you both.

"C'mere." He ordered, a hand already dripping your hip to guide you as you eagerly straddled his hips. As he slipped inside of you with a throaty groan, he was resolved to fuck the Heat out of you, no matter how long it took, no matter how many times he had to cum in your willing pussy. He'd do it happily. It was one addiction he could get behind.

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