#skekung x reader

[skekshroom]

Hey... I don’t know if you’re taking request right now but if you are, can I get some more Skekung romantic/domestic headcanons please? You don’t have to answer this right away or at all if you don’t want to, I just need some fandom content right now please.

[skekUng x reader]

- You hadn’t met him as the Emperor. Hell, you hadn’t met him as the Garthim Master, and too late to meet him as the General. You met skekUng as the Tactician. 

- You’d been in the woods, your life flashing before your eyes as Arduff snapped at your heels and corralled you through the forest... all the way back to him. He was surprised to see you, and he was no skekMal: the sight of an unknown creature didn’t immediately fill him with the urge to skin and mount your flesh on his back. He was hunting for pelts and meat with his hounds. Not for something that was begging for their life.

- You were a guest at his watch tower, warily watching his sleeping arduff by the fireside beneath a blanket. They were terrifying beasts, as was skekUng, but over time you all got accustomed to each other. 

- skekUng told you stories of campaigns, of how he went from commanding legions to fixing up fallen soldiers in seconds, and could get right back to the role of a general with ease. He was skilled on the battlefield, a real asset. You were enthralled by his stories, and the theatrical way he skekUng told them. His voice boomed, his laugh raucous and contagious. 

- There was a moment when he would prove to you that his arduffs were trustworthy. His hounds were vicious to their prey, but you were safe around them. He took your hand in his and guided it to the creature’s face. You expected it to bite, but skekUng promised that with him, you were always safe. You shut your eyes and braced for the loss of several fingers, but were met with warm, bumpy skin. The shaggy creature’s ears flickered as you pet it.

- He wasn’t sure whether or not to take you with him to the castle when he’s called back by the Emperor. He had a duty to you to keep you safe. He might leave you home with his beasts to protect you.

[the-vibe-dealer]

Hey, congrats on the sideblog! I guess I'll get the ball rolling: what are your headcanons for SkekUng, the Garthim Master?

Ah, thank you so much, man! First ask in, and we’re already dealing with one of my favorite Skeksis! >:D

SkekUng the Garthim Master

This man is the textbook definition of a ‘hold my beer’ jock.

Seriously, you could just offhandedly say something like, “Hey, maybe doing that would be a bad idea?” and his response would be “OH, SO YOU DON’T THINK I CAN DO IT? HOLD THIS AND WATCH ME!”

Not to say that he’s unintelligent, quite the opposite really! He may tend to prefer solving problems through force, but he’s a genius strategist and can most certainly hold his own in court. He did become emperor, after all!

Despite that, subtleties go right over his head. He definitely prefers not to beat around the bush, and his courting methods would probably reflect this.

Seriously, if you’re trying to court SkekUng, it’d be best just to tell him directly what your intentions are. Flowery words and side-long glances aren’t going to do anything but confuse him. Besides, you can expect him to do the same.

If SkekUng decides to try and romance you, trust me, you’ll know. He’ll tell you directly what he’s trying to do, and will expect you to be direct in return. He will still of course implement some classic skeksis courting rituals, but he’s stubbornly obvious about it.

SkekUng can and will show off to you. He prides himself on his physical strength and skills in battle, so you can fully expect to be dragged off to watch him spar and train.

He’s also pretty into PDA, but only on his terms. It’s his way of showing his claim over you and showing off how strong and dominant he is to the other Skeksis. Expect yourself to be picked up and slung over his shoulder at the most random of times.

Though he may give off the persona of a powerful and cold warrior in public, SkekUng is surprisingly soft in private. He flusters very easily at your soft touches and whispered praises, and he lives for long cuddle sessions.

Best place to pet him is the corner of his jaw, right behind where his ears would be. Seriously, do that and you’ll wind up with a happy purring puddle of skeksis.

He’s always the big spoon. Don’t even try to make him be the little one. That is, unless you want to have a very grumpy and squirmy bird on your hands.

He also really likes kids! He’s endlessly confused by them, but he loves roughhousing with them and regailing them with old war stories. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

[skekshroom]

Bruh. The last ask about unrequited crush destroyed me. 😭😭😭😭 Would you take a bribe of an egg to have the reader reciprocate their love? 🥚🥚🥚

(colonizes mycelium inside egg) delicious, thank you. the trade has been made!

SkekSo: He knew you’d come around. You had him worried there for a second. The Emperor tried his luck and finally outright offered you his hand... And to his pleasant surprise, you accepted. He promises you will want for nothing, and your life will be full of endless love and prosperity.

SkekTek:  He was prepared to fester in his misery till Thra rendered him a memory. He was prepared to live out the rest of his days in sorrow- But SkekTek could have nothing for long, not even his own pain. You were the one to make the move, and he felt as though his life started over again.

SkekSil: You caught him off guard, incredibly so. Your confession was troubled, as if you’d been kept up as many nights by this as he has. This was always a possibility, yes, but... It was so unexpected.

SkekMal: You must have gotten tired of his tantrums and decided to confront him. You demanded to know why he was acting that way. He tells you angrily, an air of indignation as if you had accused him of something terrible. You refrain from laughing. It all makes sense now. Why didn’t he just say so?

SkekZok: He’s incredibly intrigued. You’re quite a catch, and to so easily walk into his grasp? How lovely. He’ll make sure you don’t regret it. 

SkekUng: He is delighted by this news! You’ve won his affection and there is no greater triumph than knowing he’s done the same. He’s proud to be with you, and together you will be unstoppable.

SkekGra: He was getting tired of the uncertainty, the shame he felt whenever he pressed a little too far and you, flustered, would retreat. So he finally just asked, quieter than his usual self. He knows he cannot conquer you. You have to come willingly... And you do. He feels his heart swell and he can finally tell you outright: he loves you.

SkekLi: He’s conflicted. A sense of weight, responsibility, reality- has just fallen upon his shoulders. He doesn’t know how to feel. On one hand it feels like the game is over, and somehow he feels like you just told him that you hate him. He laughs at how ridiculous he’s being. He cries. He doesn’t know what to do.

[skekshroom]

Hmmm want about SkekVar, SkekUng and SkekMal being bested by a human in their sparring practice?

Oh this is absolutely my shite 

[SkekVar x reader]

The general was powerful, but you were quick. You parried his staff, he had refused to spar you with a real sword yet, and lunged. Quick, powerful strokes with the wooden epee you’d chosen from his beginner’s armory. You were on him in seconds, and pushed back just as quick. He checked you hard with his hip and sent you crashing to the floor, staff poking your throat as you rubbed your head.“You’d have been dead there.” He snorted. You got up. Alright. You can’t rush him. You had to use that speed responsibly. You parried again, but as he lunged at you, you darted to the side, punted him with the butt of the hilt, and repeated. You ricocheted around him, exploiting weak spots until you had him so focused on chasing you that you were able to swipe behind his knees and bring him down.“Impressive.” The general laughed. “But I hope that’s not your only trick.”

[SkekUng x reader]

“Again, we’re not leaving until you can get me out of this ring!” The Garthim master roared, clashing his fist against his shield. You let out a mix of a groan and a roar, rushing him one more time, throwing your shield against his and pushing him another inch or so back.“Good! Better!” SkekUng laughed raucously and threw you backwards. You grunted and was up in an instant. You always got back up. It was one of the things he liked so much about you.“Come on, keep at it! I’m losing no energy standing here, waiting for you to get back up again!” He was cut off by a solid check and a shove much stronger than the last. The warlord imagined your face behind the shield, wild and toiled, teeth gritting as the muscles in your legs tore and restitched themselves stronger. That’s when your weight left him. He was about to bark criticism, tell you how relenting would only give an enemy a chance to retaliate... But then he looked down and saw the red line in front of him. He looked back up to see you, grinning, exhausted, ethereal. 

[SkekMal x reader]

You snarled, booting your foot into his chest and throwing him off you. SkekMal was on you in a second, getting a running start on all fours and leaping at you. You two tussled wildly, bodies thrashing in the grass as the back of his hand met your nose and your teeth met his forearm. You pulled hard, throwing the hunter off balance before you suplexed him, His four arms flailed for a moment and he snarled, swiping his fist and catching your shoulder- but the hunter met the soft ground and you piled on top of him, holding down his smaller set of arms by the wrist and straddling him. SkekMal gasped, laughing as you swooped down and rolled, throwing him into the grass. He rolled like a bag of rocks and was stopped by his claws digging into the earth. The skeksis panted, laying there, exhausted and chuckling. He lifted his head once before dropping it into the grass.“Alright.” He rumbled, grinning. “You win this one.”

[skekshroom]

what would skeksis with an unrequited crush on a human be like?

Oh geez i went ham lmao

SkekSo: He doesn’t believe it will be unrequieted for long. Perhaps it takes time for you to form attraction to him. That’s fine. It’s fine. But couldn’t you hurry up already? If you blatantly make it clear you don’t like him, he’s frustrated, furious. He pities how shortsighted you are. 

SkekTek: What a surprise, the universe punishes him further. He will try to distance from you as much as possible, kicking you out of his lab often. But chances are, you’re a good friend and worry about his well being. There are moments where you smile at him and he forgets you’ll never see him the same as he sees you. This hurts. He’s yearning, and its nothing but pain.

SkekSil: He’s not shocked. He didn’t even want to admit to himself of his feelings because he knew it was ludicrous. He tried to stomp the feelings out of himself, or at least try to charm you. Every attempt goes south. He’s not sure if he’s doing that on purpose. He’s very sweet to you, but the second you leave his head is in his hands and his fists are at the wall.

SkekMal: To say he’s frustrated is the understatement of the year. He absolutely hates his own lack of self control. If the moments get even anything close to tender, or he feels his heart beginning to skip- He’s storming off, growling to himself in anger. Its jarring and not very fun for anyone.

SkekZok: All I can say is that you’ve awoken something terrible and I am very sorry for you.

SkekUng: He’s frustrated at himself, but he respects you for even bringing him to this point. It takes a certain type of person to court the affection of the Garthim Master. 

SkekGra: He’s going to be sad about it, and has to reevalutate his relationship with you. But give him time, he’ll be okay. He cares for you beyond his crush... But that doesn’t make it much easier. He’ll be over you in a decade.

SkekLi: If only it encourages him. He must be a bit of an emotional masochist, because he loves your annoyed responses to his prods and banter. He loves how little you care. When it really sinks in though, it hurts him, makes him feel hollow. He can ignore it, pretend his real love for you is all part of the game. Honestly, he kind of revels in the tragedy of it all.

[skekshroom]

How would the rest of the skeksis react to being pregnant with reader's child? (Like SkekGra, SkekUng, SkekSa, SkekOk)

anon i really hope you had some utterly insane sex beforehand to make up for how insufferable this is for both of you

SkekGra: Congratulations! On the incoming twins but also for choosing the most difficult possible option! Buffoon! Utter fool! SkekGra and UrGoh, by proxy are both pregnant. SkekGra is a lot whinier, but don’t take UrGoh’s patience and quietness for a lack of need to be cared for. You are gonna be BUSY. Taking care of them, making preparations for the little ones, going out and getting stuff from Dousan merchants, etc. Still, SkekGra and UrGoh are overjoyed and can’t wait to have their babies.

SkekUng: He’s proud and sees the pregnancy as a testament to his strength and vitality. He doesn’t get broody much at all, surprisingly. Absolutely insatiable appetite, though. Out of all the skeksis, he’s the least likely to be personally demanding towards you and moreso to every skeksis and podling in the vicinity. Like “don’t trouble yourself love you need to be thinking on names SKEKAYUK I’M STARVING IF YOU’RE ANOTHER SECOND LATE WITH THAT NEBRIE MY HEIR’S GONNA COME OUT A RUNT.” 

SkekSa: Super broody. So so broody. She’s one of the few to still have hair to compulsively pull out and believe me she’s gonna have some bald spots during her pregnancy. Nests like crazy, gets aggressive, has a few voice changes. Switches between eating a ton and nothing at all.

SkekOk: One of the few to be actually spiteful about it. Give him a foot rub wont you? Its the least you could do, YOU did this to him, after all. Drastic mood swings. He coos to his baby and will cuddle you and tell you how happy he is to be starting a family with you one minute and be This close to choking out a podling the next. 

[skekshroom]

do you have any headcanons about being in a relationship with skekung?

god of COURSE im really tryna cuff ngl 🥴💕

[SkekUng x reader]

- He doesn’t mind PDA as long as it doesn’t make him look or elude to him being vulnerable. You’re more than welcome to flirt with him in front of other. Hell, he’ll even make out with you in clear view of the court. But don’t even think about being soft with him in public. His gentle side is for behind closed doors.

- That being said, he can be very gentle in private. He enjoys laying in bed with you, letting you run your fingers through his scruffy hair. Despite this being a private thing, unlike other skeksis that will scramble to get off or out from under you and sit up if someone knocks or enters unexpectedly, he’ll just lay there, making it clear the interloper was intruding on an intimate moment and should be ashamed.

- Very tactile, but he is not at all inept in sweet talk. It usually comes in the form of commending a good spar or progress that has brought him pride. Unlike many, he will never belittle you even if you are physically weaker than him. 

- Will delight in a dainty mate that he can impress with his strength. But, if you can match his prowess in battle, you’re going to be a lot more involved in his rule. You go from spouse to his fellow warlord. He will promote you generously, he’s not immune to favoritism, but he expects you to be able to earn the right to keep that title.

- One of the quietest, most intimate moments is when you’re patching each other up. He watches you, gently guiding your movements as you wrap bandages around his wounds. He kisses your hair and holds your hand as he stitches up gashes on your body from battle. 

- Out of all the skeksis, Ung is most gentlemanly of the bunch.

[skekshroom]

Yo, first off happy late birthday, second off, can I get some headcanons SkekUng being a dad with his and his s/o child going through puberty and how he handles the moodiness from them please? I feel like that would be hilarious. You don’t have to answer this if u don’t want to.

Thank you!!!💗💗💗 

[skekUng x reader]

- he's loud and it gets on her nerves is what your daughter says. You're a but confused at first, because when has he been anything BUT?

- They yell and argue back and forth and it's a nightmare

- The Garthim Master is in denial that she's growing up and entering a phase where she's gonna be a little moody and very confused. You sit down and explain how puberty works in humans and he understands but that doesn't make him any less pissed that she's pissed at him

- He's honestly taken a blow to his pride because he's always had such a good relationship with his daughter

- They quickly resolve any big fights and skekUng refrains from ragging on her for crying. (He'll make fun of anyone for crying except his own child, once again he's the "my kid can do know wrong" dad)

- Although he understands why it happens, and is prepared to forgive for it, he never gets used to the moodiness and there's gonna be a LOT of both of them storming off to their rooms unfortunately

- they'll be fine in like 10 minutes but like oh my goodness

[the-vibe-dealer]

May this soul request some more skekUng vibes

Oh, absolutely you may!! For I am The Vibe Dealer!! The Dealer of Vibes!! So naturally you shall receive the best of SkekUng vibes!!

I wound up going absolutely bonkers with this, so a lot of it will be under the cut!! Catch me going nuts with fluff and longning tbh XD

Also!! If any of y’all want some ambient music that sort of matches the vibes I was going for, here you go!!

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“What’s all this then, my love?”

You spun around at the sound, your face lighting up in an excited grin as you saw just who had entered the room.

“Ung! Welcome back!”

You trotted over to the skeksis in question, smiling up at him and hiding your hands behind your back. He leaned down slightly as you planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, a warm and excited fluttery feeling filling up your chest at the deep little chuckle he gave you in return.

“I’m glad you were actually able to sneak away,” you continued excitedly, bouncing up and down on your heels, “I was worried you wouldn’t come back until late!”

“Of course I was!” He replied, nuzzling into your neck and purring softly and contentedly, “Why would I disregard such a sweet request from my dearest one?”

You giggled at the feeling of his fluff brushing against your skin, bringing one hand up to settle against the side of his face and the other sneakily storing the small item you were holding into the pocket of your outfit. You gently trailed your hand down to the corner of his jaw, lingering there for a moment before planting another soft kiss to his beak and pulling away, smiling cheekily at the wonderfully contented expression that spread across his face.

“Of course, of course,” you chuckled quietly, “I would expect nothing less from you, my love.”

You moved to fiddle with something on a nearby table, SkekUng beginning to unwind and relax in the background behind you. You furrowed your brows slightly as you opened up your downloads on your phone, one of the few things that followed you from Earth to Thra. There really wasn’t much you could do with it anymore, Thra wasn’t exactly known for its cell service after all. But at the very least you still had access to your downloaded photos and music. You sighed slightly at the dangerously low battery percentage, realizing that this would likely be one of, if not the last time you would be able to use it.

‘It’ll be worth it,’ you thought to yourself, shaking your head slightly and opening up the specific song you had chosen for this very night, ‘It’ll be worth it in the end. It has to be.’

SkekUng paused at the soft music that began to play throughout the room, looking up at you as you cleared your throat and moved to stand in front of him, holding out your hand and cocking your head to one side. A nervous smile spread across your face at his obvious confusion, a quiet giggle escaping your lips and your eyes closing as you steeled your nerves.

“Would you do me the honor of a dance, my love?” you asked, trying your best to ignore the slight tremble in your voice.

The short pause between your question and his response felt to you like an entire eternity, the anxiety you had been trying to repress all day rearing its ugly head and clawing at your chest with gnarled and cold hands. The nervous stuttering of your heart almost deafened you as you awaited his answer with baited breath. You had no reason to be so nervous, SkekUng was your lover after all. But you supposed you couldn’t exactly be blamed, either. You were very much in love, and the gnawing fear of losing one of the best relationships you’ve ever been able to cultivate was certainly one you were never able to completely shake.

Your nervous thoughts quickly quieted as you felt SkekUng’s hand gently grasp your own, your glassy eyes flying open to meet his own gaze. You grinned, purposely ignoring the shaking of your hands and the quick jackrabbiting in your chest. He smiled down at you, and you felt your face go red at the expression. He never ceased to surprise you with just how charming he could be sometimes.

“I would be absolutely honored, dearest one.”

His other hand came to rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you further into the room and absentmindedly feeling the fabric of your outfit between his thumb and forefinger. It was one of your favorites, he realized, your go to ensemble for important and fancy events where one needed to dress up. It was one of his favorites, too. He loved the way the fabric fell and draped around you, creating an all around regal appearance that was still entirely you. He found himself questioning why exactly you were so dressed up for him on this particular evening, but your wide and excited grin quickly silenced any doubts he might have had.

Thra, he loved you.

The dance was slow and intimate, moreso him holding you close and swaying with you than an actual dance. Sure, SkekUng may have known some ballroom dances, but he was never quite comfortable going beyond slow spins and gentle swaying. You couldn’t help but nestle a little closer into his chest, your eyes closing in contentment and the nervous fluttering of your heart morphing into giddy butterflies. The soft music drifting throughout the room tinted the atmosphere a particular shade of orange that you absolutely adored, the warmth and joy of the moment overwhelming you in its embrace and setting your emotions alight with burning affection for the skeksis that was holding you as close as he could.

A part of you wanted this moment, this dance, to last forever. Just you and the dearest love you had found in the strangest of places holding each other close and sharing in such a romantic gesture.

But there was still something you needed to do.

You stopped in your swaying, pulling away from SkekUng’s gentle grip and taking both his hands in your own. He looked down at you, confused, cocking his head and furrowing his brows in concern. Your grip on his hands tightened slightly as he held yours back. You closed your eyes.

You sucked in a nervous breath through your nose, holding it in for a moment before releasing it in a shuddering sigh. You steeled your nerves and set your will, giving SkekUng’s hands one more squeeze before finally gathering the courage to do what you needed to do.

“Dearest one? Are you...”

He trailed off as you lowered yourself down on one knee, digging through your pocket for the small item you had stashed earlier. Bringing it out into the open revealed it to be a small... box?

SkekUng was more than a little confused at this point, absolutely wracking his brain for what in The Crystal’s name you could be doing. He moved to ask you for some sort of explanation before pausing when you beat him to it, him hanging on to every word you spoke.

“SkekUng, my love,” You rolled your next words carefully in your mouth, testing them to see if they were the ones you wanted. You spoke only when you were satisfied with how they felt, finally allowing them to tumble over your lips.

“Ung, I love you. I love you so, so, so much. I’m constantly grateful that out of every being on this strange planet, you are the one I fell in love with. You mean so very much to me and I....” you gulped, keeping your head down and your eyes closed, nervous to meet the skeksis’ gaze, “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that may be.”

You carefully opened the small box you grasped in your hands, finally gathering the guts to look your lover in the eyes as you popped the question you had been wanting to ask for days.

“Ung? Will you do me the honor of letting me spend my life with you? Will you... Will you marry me?”

The whole world seemed to still as the question left your mouth, the music fading out as your phone finally died along with the last chord of the song. SkekUng was well aware of what you were asking, of course. You had told him about human customs such as this. You had also told him just how much trust it took, just how much love must be present in a relationship for marriage to even be considered.

He sucked in a breath, not even realizing he was dropping to his knees before you.

You, his perfect dearest little darling, the love of his long and never ending life, wanted to marry him?

“SkekUng? Are you... are you crying?”

If he was it was the very last thing that mattered to him as he quickly bundled you up in his arms, a quiet and shuddering yes, Thra yes, being his only response. You laughed, a sharp and breathless thing, flinging your arms around him and grinning into the fabric of his robes as your own tears quickly began to spill over.

He said yes!

He wanted to marry you!!

He was going to be your spouse!!!

Your laughter and tears mixed as you pulled away and cradled his face in your hands, watery eyes meeting his as you peppered kisses all over the skeksis’ face and sputtered out your gratitude. The sheer joy you felt bubbled out from the deepest part of your chest and spilled over into shaky exclamations and warm kisses and caresses.

Neither of you were quite sure how long you held each other for, nor how many tears either of you shed that day. But what you both knew, deep within your chests and branded into the deepest, most intimate parts of your consciousnesses was this single promise:

You would be there for one another no matter what. Through sickness and in health, to have and to hold, long after this day and as far into the future as either of you could see.

The glittering of the silver lockets around both your necks was proof enough of this, the whispered words of praise and love solidifying your shared future in each other’s minds.

And as you studied your lover’s sleep softened face that night, as you listened to the soft purring emanating from his chest and stroked a gentle hand over the bumps and divots of his battle worn face... 

You realized that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[skekshroom]

How about some more pregnant reader with their skeksis, like SkekUng, SkekZok, and Skeksil?

Of course! coming right up my friend :)

SkekUng the Garthim Master is surprisingly patient with you while you’re with child. He rarely lets you trouble yourself, and humorously still entertains your dignity. He is definetly not laughing at how you can’t get out of your chair without help, Emperor/ress (Y/n). He is definetly not, wouldn’t dream of it, love. That being said this is going to be one of the most peaceful times for you both. 

SkekZok probably made a ritual out of the conception, will make a ritual out of your term care, and a ritual out of the birth. He’s already planning the skeksis equivalent to a baptism. That’s not to say he’s not taken very much off guard by the lot of this. He’s surprised he actually has to do anything, much to your irritation.

SkekSil is a pretty good partner to have while carrying, surprisingly. He’s always quick to offer some sort of solace or solution to any discomfort. Tense? Love needs a massage or bath. Restless. “We walk, you and I, yes?” Even if you don’t like being coddled, let him. Tending you is the only thing that is keeping him from worrying himself to death, this is his first child after all. 

[skekshroom]

Drill sergeant papa Skekung please?

He’s a loud drill sergeant dad but luckily his kids are just as obnoxious (i say this affectionately) and eat it right up and dish it back. (Like that one video of the mom going “ARE YOU READY?” and the kids absolutely lose their fucking shit) He is unironically the “my kids can do no wrong” dad. He’s very fun and enthusiastic, but very protective and does not let anyone he doesn’t approve of near his child(ren). 

The skekling (is named skekNi the Betrayer jk jk unless) has a stubby dark pruple face and lots of hair in a similar shade and texture to yours. Her eyes are shaped like yours but a similar red to Ung’s. She’s loud and boisterous, looks up to both of you but especially skekUng. 

The urrling has urIm’s very defined nasal bridge and thin face, lots of dark reddish black hair and eyes amost a spitting image of yours. Like his sister he is very gregarious and cheerful. He enjoys being helpful and doesn’t understand why some of the skeksis treat him differently or why Ung seems to favor his sister so much.

[skekshroom]

Can I get some more ichor au (is that how it's spelled) I just really like the plot of it and think it would lead to some interesting character interactions. Maybe something along the lines of reader escapes the castle? Just asking.

Of course! Now, while Human Rival and 3 Suns is a lot more open ended with the interactions, Ichor (and Dark Suns kinda, the focus is slightly on So) is a lot more focused than most on a relationship with specifically SkekTek.

[SkekTek x reader]

“They’re coming back.” You covered your mouth, shutting your eyes and squeezing out tears as you tried to stop yourself from rocking back and forth. You doubled over, sobbing into your hands. “They’re coming back!”

“(Y/n), (y/n), listen to me.” SkekTek glanced over his shoulder, his hands hovering over you as they gently shook your shoulders. “Hark, (y/n). Listen to me.”

You looked up at him, miserable and sniveling as the Scientist brushed the hair from your eyes. 

“I’m will call SkekMal. He will help us out of this... Conundrum.” Uneasy, he stared down the hallway and froze, listening for the echoes of SkekUng and SkekNa. “But I cannot make it to the call tower with you in tow. I need you to run. As fast and as far as you can, and if you find SkekMal before I can call to him... Tell him what has transpired here.”

You nod, throwing your arms around him. Your scratches rub against his face and heals him, but the sensation of strength is not one he welcomes, though he needs it. As inconceivable as it may have seemed to him upon your first meeting he cares more that your blood remains within you rather than the healing capabilities of it. With one last blessing of your healing ichor, and one last look at you, he mutters a quiet “away, now...” and watches you hesitantly run down where the corridors lead to the main entrance.

He could hear SkekUng’s spurs somewhere above, and made his way as quickly and as quietly as he could to the call tower. They would probably kill him as soon as he sounded the alarm, but he would put up a fight. 

SkekMal may be tunnel visioned, even a bit gullible, but he would agree to call upon others who surely would figure out the truth. His hope was in SkekSa if that were the case.

He gathered his strength and turned the handle.

From somewhere in the castle, Ung and Na heard the blaring rumble and shake through the walls.

You heard it drown out your weeping as you made a break for the exit and were washed in the harsh evening light.

From somewhere else on Thra, SkekMal heard his summons.

[skekshroom]

(@dork-crystal) if i may request a hard of hearing reader chilling with skekshod and the two of them trying to reconcile the differences between asl and skeksis sign (it Has to be different they only have 4 fingers) and just bein friends

@dork-crystal  again cause this is an afterthought) and perhaps the responses of the other skeksis watching this strange beautiful alien just... vibin with the castles resident square?

For sure!!

[SkekShod x reader]

There were quite a few differences between Spriton sign language and your own native sign. The movements broader, the handshapes less detailed, and an obvious accent you didn’t have- clearly sign adapted for using across wide Spriton plains. That’s not to say the language barrier was impossible, or permanent. 

If it was, you wouldn’t be with SkekShod right now, joking almost effortlessly as he recounted the story behind the bent chalice he used as a quill holder. 

And then the podling milked down and dropped the cup right there on the-

Wait, wait hold up, he what? Say that again. You interjected as SkekShod raised his eyebrow.

Milk. You know? When you walk and you trip and you go down? He chuckled dryly. A grin spread onto your face.

F-A-L-L? You spelled out in Spriton. He nodded, blowing out a quick burst of air to adjust the wispy pieces of hair that fell into his eye.

Yeah, what did you think I said? He asked and you covered your mouth for a second, stifling a chuckle.

M-I-L-K. You said. That’s the word for milk. SkekShod’s eyes widened and he let out a bark out laughter. Now he could understand why you looked so surprised. 

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“What are those two giggling about?” SkekUng muttered to SkekZok and nodded towards you and your companion. The Ritual Master only shrugged.