#Qui'oky

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi there!

So, I recently had been reading your Gawtin stuff and read the original and just thought what if it was reversed(but she still has Qui'oky) like he could be the one who found the almost dead human that seemed so thin and was covered on bruises, maybe she was a slave or she was captured who knows.

You don't have to do this if you don't want too! I hope you have a good day/night!!!

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What If...?

Pairings: Gawtin (female Yautja) x GN!Reader (Qui'oky makes an apperance)

Word Count: 2261

Summary: A Bad blood who was hiding out on Earth had captured a human reader for entertainment. Gawtin stumbled upon the camp when the Bad Blood is away and finds a human.

Author Note: I hope this is what you wanted! Thank you for being patient with me! My inbox is already getting full already. I'm gonna try to keep it open as I knock through them all... We'll see.

Masterlist

Ao3

The chain left no room for freedom. It pressed firmly against your skin. Welts and dark bruises rose under the thick, unbreakable band that encased your throat. No matter how many times you complained, it fell to deaf ears. If the creature had ears to beginning with. You whined and looked around the area. Not a sign of life in the vicinity.

Wherever the beast has gone didn’t offer you relief. Your hand ran along the chains linked together. They were attached to a stake deep in the ground. You’ve gnawed, twisted, and pulled at the metal but they’ve barely even groaned at the many attempts you’ve conducted.

Nothing worked to damage the metal.

This time, you hoped it would come back with something for you to eat. It had been three days since it returned with food.

With a groan, you stumbled to your feet and walked to the end of the chain. It was a short leash that didn’t offer a lot to move around with. Though, your fighting spirit had decreased each day you’ve been trapped at this horrible camp ground, you weren’t going to lie down and give up.

Skulls of human lined one area, seven in total. More were decorated the trees. Either a deterrent from you escaping or others to turn tail and run. Or else they’ll end up just like the pearly white skulls and bones that hung from branches. A warning you took carefully.

Especially after the first time the beast found you trying to escape.

Hours of digging through compacted dirt and root filled grounds still hadn’t reached to the end of the stake. You hadn’t heard the silent steps until a foot connected to your stomach. The strength behind it combined with the short leash had you fly through the air for a short period. Then, the chain caught you at the end and slammed you into the ground. The fact your neck hadn’t snapped from how hard the band dug into your skin was a miracle…

Or this beast didn’t want you dead just yet.

Was it just playing with its food? You shuttered and scanned the area again.

Nothing.

That didn’t ease the tension building inside of your chest. You stepped to the end of your leash and looked over at the items that are outreach.

Everything you needed to kill it, sitting over by where it likes to rest. Teasing you. Right there. Knives. Even a spear that you could launch into its chest and watch it die. It deserved with all the torture it made you endure since it captured you.

From the day cycles, you speculated it had been around two, maybe three months. Three fucking months of this bullshit. Barely enough food to keep you even afloat and alive. Water was a once a day thing. It knew you were needy for at least water. It gave you a bag of it for five minutes before ripping it away. Each time, you begged for a sip more.

It never gave you that relief.

You groaned and tugged at the collar ensnared around your throat when it sliced against old and knew cuts. They’ve never had a chance to fully heal as the sharp ends continuous pressed into your fragile skin.

The beast never cared or batted an eye at your cried and pleads to loosen it. Actually, it wasn’t originally this tight. As punishment and probably to shut you up, the creature took out a link on the collar and reclosed it. The entire time, you fought against it while it sat perched on your back. But, you’ve learned since day one that it could kill you with little effort.

A punishment that further diminished your chances of escape. Yet, with how much weight you’ve lost, the collar isn’t dangerously pressed to your arteries or the column of your throat anymore. Maybe two fingers could uncomfortably slip between your skin and the harsh metal.

As you stood there, your gaze fixed on the weapons so close yet so far away, you smacked your crack lips together. There was nothing you could do with what time the beast gave you to dig again. That was your only option to escape. To get this stupid collar off and snatch one of the many knives out on display.

None of the sticks around you were strong enough to even bend the metal without snapping, crumbling away. You huffed then sat down at the base of a tree and leaned against the bark. Pieces poked into your back but you didn’t care enough to move.

That became a reminder you were still alive.

After time, your mind grew numb from the lack of stimulation. You stared blanket at the pine needle covered floor and waited. That was all you do.

Something heavy landed in your lap and jolted from the desolate field of your brain. Your head snapped up to find the unfortunately familiar form of the strange dark brown form in front of you. It scoffed and marched away.

Your eyes drifted down to find the bag of water in your lap. Desperation clawed at your throat. You scrambled to untie the knot that kept it close and began to chug the liquid down. A couple of times, you had to break off and gasp for a single breath before going in for more. This was only a once a day thing.

This time, you were able to down the whole thing before it came back over and grabbed it back. It rolled its dark eyes and sneered down at you with its horrifying face.

Clicks sounded its throat. “If you gave me access to water everyday, I wouldn’t do that every time,” you snarked it and glared dangerously. It stiffened and bent at the waist to get into your face. You didn’t back down. Either to end it all or piss it off, you didn’t know what end goal you were wanting.

The horrible breath rolled over your face, nearly making you gag at the smell. Rotten death.

A massive hand ensnared your throat and easily lifted up your body from the ground. Your feet kicked out and struck its legs but didn’t cause any damage enough to get it to let go.

Instead, it seemed to encourage it as its hand tightened. A deadly snarled rolled off of its hidden tongue and straight into your face. As much as you should’ve been shaking in your boots, you kept complete eye contact with the beast and bared your own teeth at it. It darkened its facial features and shoved you flush with the tree behind you.

An sound of terror was cut off. The whites of your eyes evident. The only thing you could do was stare up at the creature as it leaned and opened up its four fangs.

Death was closing in fast.

A piercing scream scratched at your throat. You wormed around and did everything in your power to escape. It wasn’t enough.

In a blink of an eye, an arrow stuck its way through the head of the beast. Somehow, some way, you doubled your efforts at the troubling sight before you.

The beast stayed on its feet and held you firm to the tree. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, the grip it held on you began to fall away. Then, the beast collapsed at your feet and nearly dragged you down with it. You fell down to your knees and gawked at the dead humanoid figure before you. Another scream tearing at your vocal cords.

Familiar but not, clicks and grunts vocalized to your right. It dragged your attention and pulled you from your scrambled thoughts.

Olive green but half the size of the beast that was just killed before you stood at the edge of the camp. It had a metal, silver mask attached to the bottom of its face. You recognized the shape of the head. This thing was a smaller version of the beast at your knees. You inhaled sharply and picked up yourself from the ground to sprint away.

Heat pressed to your back at the first away from the half-sized beast. You frozen on the spot then slowly tipped up your head.

Though it was only the underside, you saw familiar features and knew instantly to run. This thing towered over you like a redwood to a pine tree. Your feet were acting faster then your brain could catch up. They took a good ten feet from the larger creature before you snapped back and landed roughly on your back. All the air in your lungs knocked, causing you to gasp with a cry.

The collar sliced a deeper cut into your throat. Thick, liquid of crimson dribbled down from the newly added wound in your stupor. You cried at the wound and sat up while attempting to feel at the cut.

You weren’t given much time to collect yourself when a heavy shadow fell over your battled form. Your eyes snapped up within a second to find the same frame of the massive beast. A whimper surged pass your lips. You scrambled backwards but this was the end of your leash. There was no escape. You were to meet your end.

Metal bit into the back of your fragile neck. Your chest heaved with each inhale and exhale, consuming all the air around you. But the beast didn’t move.

Off to your right, the miniature creature bounced over to the tower creature and stood at its side. By the looks of it, the olive-green figure was a young version of these creatures.

Young and full of life, it wavered side to side. But the larger one gave a single snarl that instantly had it tensing up. The little one bowed its head with submission and stood like a statue now.

Their attention returned your trembling form. The dark, dirty mint colored creature took a single step forward and crowded into your space more than before. You sobbed harder and struggled more against your bindings, but they barely even croaked under the strain. It crouched down and grasped the base of your collar. Your hand shot out and ensnared its wrist, but your fingers didn’t even touch the other tips.

It tugged you towards itself. A scream ripping from your lungs as you kicked and squirmed. The thing didn’t struggled. Its other hand was brought forward and grabbed at your collar.

A click sounded. You fell to the ground.

Fresh air brushed against blood and sweat slicked skin of your neck. Instantly, your hand reached up and brushed the dark bruises and cuts that lined your throat. Pain surged forward at the touch. But the collar was gone.

Your jaw slackened while gazing upon the figure leaning far into your space. Half of the fear that filled your veins washed away. Was this a trick? Or trading one monster for another? Unknowns you had no clue on which one was worse. The only thing you could do for the moment was watch and wait for the thing to either move on or act.

An attack never came.

The beast reached out with mindful movements and ran rough fingertips along the wound that incircles your throat. You believed it could feel the thundering beat of your heart like a bird’s wings in takeoff.

There was a moment of stillness t that caused your heart rate to skyrocket even higher. Then, the fingers fell away. Its elbow rested on its thunderous thigh while it peered down at you with eyes that never blinked.

“Thank you,” you whispered in the quiet night air to your savior. You prayed it could understand your words and take the appreciation so it did not end you here and now.

“You are free.” Words tumbled from the creature’s alien mouth. In such a state of shock of ready, you couldn’t react much more than blinking in silence.

It stayed sat on its haunches while looking at you expectingly. When you did not move, it spoke again. “You are free.” Repeated.

Behind it, the younger creature stepped closer and peered over its bigger companions shoulder. Its eyes a cyan but dark with the little light, not even from the moon. It chittered. The one before you grunted sharply. The small figure backed off with a roll of its eyes. Was this a parent and child combo? Their behavior to one another resembled it.

The lumbering giant grunted again. A scaly palm was offered to you in the low light. “Take.” You find its eyes again. They were dark but you saw the purple that colored them.

In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by what had to be miles upon miles of forest, your chances of survival were slim to none. A fact well known and prominent in your mind.

Yet, while you gaze upon this figure and possibly child, you didn’t know where that life would lead you. Though, you know it was better chances than what the forest would offer. Your eyes flickered down to its massive palm once before coming to a decision.

Your hand fell into its own, easily engulfed. The creature gave a short grunt and pulled you to your wobbly legs. A nodded was given to you and the child. Then, it turned on its heel and began to carve path through the forest. The smaller one gave you a look that you didn’t understand and bounced after its possibly parent.

Last in line, you stumbled after the duo.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Gawtin and Qui'oky have arrived to the party of many, many Yautja OCs... And if this gets taken down because of her nip, I'll sue

[yaut-jaknowit]

The Moon Will Shine On Us Again

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3512

Warning: slight gore, gun shots, blood, reader is injured.

Summary: There's a knock on your door. No one should be here, let alone at your door and wanting entrance. The mother and her knew born needed to be protected. You weren't going to let them be fed to the wolves. You grab your gun and face whoever is at your door. Deadly force is needed.

Author Note: From high demand. Glad you guys are loving it! Don't worry all! Here's the second part. I might also write a third part as well. Thank you for the support as well! Greatly appreciate it.

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here)

This had quickly become a life or death situation. On the outskirts, you didn’t know why you were willing to stick your neck out. Someone wanted the mother, wanted her either dead or alive. They had tracked her through the forest of your property and all the way up your cabin. A place deep in the forest. Not somewhere a person would just stumble across.

In its bony cage, your heart pounded, on the verge of escaping and flopping around on the ground. To steel your nerves, you clenched your teeth together and tip-toed out of the room. The door was closed behind you, to seal away what evidence you could. Anything to give the mother more time to escape… if it came down to that.

What were you doing?! You barely know how to use a gun, let alone the one in your hand! And if those people were able to down a creature of her size and threatening nature, you shuttered. What would they do to you?

Here goes your life. You pushed off of the bedroom door and walked over to the door. Every creaky floorboard you knew in the place was missed in each step. You didn’t want them to know you were coming towards them, just in case; nor let them know someone was inside. Despite your truck parked out front, maybe they’ll believe either the creature killed you or you’re off on the property.

A few steps from the door, on the edge of the living, you stood with your loaded gun. The weapon shaking in your hand.

“Open the door!” a male voice demanded from the outside and pounded on the door. A lump instantly formed in your throat. “We know its in there.” Your eyes widen, breath catching. Everything changed at the man’s words. If they knew… they also knew someone, a person, was inside too, harboring her. You forcefully swallowed the lump and flicked off the safety. Then, you readied yourself for whatever action they take next.

A muffled of exchanged words came from two people. The door groaned and rattled from a powerful strike. You stumbled back, legs hitting a chair in the living room. Another bash against the door.

Unfortunately for you, the wood that made up the door was twice as old as you. It’s seen better days, been through horrid winters and soaking summer. The third hit caused the wood to splinter and give, leaving a mess on your once clean floors. You bristled and aimed the weapon in hand at the first figure you saw through the broken door. “Leave!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, voice, thankfully, not cracking from the force.

Yet, the weapon wasn’t true in its aim. The barrel twitching from the nerves controlling your hands. “Get the fuck off of my property!” You probably weren’t the most scariest thing on the block. Just a lone person who draws for most of their free time, holding a pistol but shaking too much.

Two people stood on your red porch, each holding a rifle of their own. Other weapons that you didn’t pay attention to adorn their body. One was wearing a ski mask of sorts, reasonable for the weather. Said man raised a brow and chuckle, shaking his head. “What are you going do? Shoot us?” he scoffed, brushing off the threat of you pointing a gun at them.

The other figure, dress similar but only had a cloth covering hi nose and below laughed with his partner. Then, they stopped at the same time, becoming stern. Ski mask guy took a step into the house, head scanning around. “Nice place you have here-“ his gaze fell back onto you “-shame if anything happened to it.” You swallowed thickly at the threat.

“Now, let’s stop this boring banter. Where is it? You give it up, you’ll get a fat paycheck to stay quiet, and you won’t get a bullet to the head. Fair deal?” the man with the neck gaiter offered, voice honeyed but uncaring. It felt like it didn’t matter the option, they’ll happily put you down.

Your chest start to hurt from how hard it pounded. Is this where you died? For an unknown creature who is a mother? What has your life become? You shook your head and steeled your grasp on the weapon. “Last warning: get out of my house!” you voice nearly wavered, about to show your true emotions. Though, you could bet a hundred dollars they already knew.

One of them snorted, the other shrugged his shoulders then raised his rifle. Before he had a chance, knowing they would kill you if you didn’t shoot first, you pulled the trigger. Despite being a pistol, you weren’t prepared for any knockback it gave. Your aim definitely wasn’t true.

That didn’t stop you. Both of them ducked down, not expecting you to fire first, but you didn’t stop. Bullets flew violently through the sky, possibly hitting their marks or not. In all honesty, you shot blindly at the two.

Once the ringing in your ears stopped and the trigger just clicked, empty, you dropped your arms. Each man was collapsed on the ground. One had a large pool of blood around him, body lifeless on the stained wood floor. His other partner was shakily breathing, gasping for air.

The pistol was promptly dropped. Your hands covered your mouth as you stumbled away from the murder scene you had created. Sobs raked your fragile body. What had you just done?! Your back met some soft. The couch. You rested heavily against, blankly staring at the two men on the floor. Blood. From bullet hole you caused from shooting them, killing them. You… oh my god.

Tears poured down your face. You couldn’t believe what you had just did to two people. Yeah… they weren’t nice people, they wanted to hurt a mother… whatever she is. They had hurt her already. And they wanted to hurt you, kill you. Silence you about this situation.

Why?

The question of the year: why?

In the haze of you distraught, you held onto what sanity you had left. Your body was shaking worse than leaf in the aftermath. Either from the adrenaline… or something else.

As the powerful chemical waned, you hissed at the pain in your thigh and glanced down. A dark patch stained your pants. Blood. Your legs nearly gave out at the sight. They shot you! “Fuck!” you cursed and clutched onto the couch tighter. Your thoughts were far too wild to comprehend. What do you even do?! You sobbed harder, on the verge of a total breakdown.

Through the fog and craziness of your thoughts that drowned out nearly everything, you heard the tall tale sign of the floorboards. You spun around, ready to face your attacker. But it was just the humanoid creature. She moved softly, not as if she was scared, but mindful of her steps and movements. Or like she knew what she was doing.

All you could do was watch as she, without the green, sticky blob, stepped up to your trembling form. Her piercing, purple gaze scanned over you, from head to toe. From there, she stops on the blood coming from your thigh. The wound hurting worse over time. The mother peered past you and observed the scene behind you.

She must have deemed it safe and turned her gaze on you. As the seconds ticked by, you couldn’t handle the weight on your injured leg. The couch became your crutch. A motion she easily notice.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, easily engulfing the limb, nothing more than her holding a stick. The mother tugged you towards her before dragging you along, back towards the bedroom. Unable to think straight, you aimlessly let her take you back to the room and had you sat down on the bed. The bed, a usual comfort, did nothing to sooth you.

You began to curl up, closing yourself off, legs drawing up to your chest despite the pain. Your hands gripped at your hair and tugged on the strands. “I killed someone… I killed,” you murmured to no one in particular.

“Oh my god!” Your head whipped up and found the mother’s eyes on you. “I killed them! I-I… what have I done!” Then, you tried to get off of the bed and pace. But a sturdy hand held you back down. She grunted and squeezed your shoulder. ‘Stay.’ How could you stay?! You fought against her.

“No! No-no-no-no-no! I killed them. They’re dead. I shot them. Oh my god, oh my god.” The grip tightened but you brushed off the touch mentally. Everything in your body itched to be on your feet, moving, pacing, doing something. You had to do something. You killed people! How could you?!

A short snarl barely caught your attention long enough to shatter your world. “Quiet!” a deep, guttural voice demanded silence. Your lips sealed shut. She just spoke. This humanoid figure that wasn’t from here… spoke.

Pain raged in your leg, the first thing you noticed. You gasped and sat up too quickly. Stars danced along your vision, everything disoriented now. A groan sounded low in your throat as you tried to figure out what was what. Yet, the throbbing in your leg made it hard to think. Why was it… You gazed at your exposed legs and the white bandage snuggly secured on your thigh.

Okay, why are you not wearing pants? Why is there gauze on-you killed two people! You gasped harshly enough to make you start to cough.

A glass of water was passed to you. You mumbled your thanks and sipped from the cup. Wait! Your head snapped to gaze at the green figure standing next to you. She towered over you. More than usual. You were on the bed. You groaned and clutch at your head as all this information was far too overwhelming. That didn’t stop you from downing the water, body dehydrated.

You take a chance to glance up at the mother. In her arm was cradling the little child she had birthed earlier. Its cries have been soothed, possibly sleeping after such a harrowing event for itself today. Honestly, you were shocked she hadn’t slept after birth. From what you’ve heard, it takes a lot out of you. Makes sense when you bring new life into the world.

Nervously, you scratched the back of your neck. “Thanks… for the water,” you spoke your gratitude, knowing she wouldn’t respond. It hit you right then and there. You had no pants on, nothing! Even as it pulled at your aching leg, you snatched a blanket and covered your exposed bits to her. Thankfully, she decided to leave alone your underwear.

Everything started to come back to you in small bits before the puzzle was put back together. The two men killed by you; the bullet hole in your leg, the fact she spoke. She spoke!

The mother dipped her head minutely. “You are welcome,” she said in a low voice with a lot of timbre. It sounded like she struggled to get the words out. A person who didn’t have the vocal cords to speak the language. A short thought of what her language sounded like came mind, but you brushed it off.

Despite already hearing her speak before, your brain short circuited again. It took you a moment to shake off the shock and look the mother in the eye. “Y-you speak?” Instantly, you cringed. That sounded horrible. “Sorry,” was your next word to save your hide from her. All she did was raised the one brow with five gems studded into her skin.

“I do speak. Learning ooman is not a rarity.” The more she spoke, the more you learned her different speech pattern. It was more formal, slow and a little unclear, but like a queen talking with her subjects. Who or what was she?

But ‘ooman’? That didn’t slip past your attention. It dawned you on. Human. Strange way of saying it but you weren’t going to bring that up.

The child in her arms gave a tiny squeak and lightly shivered in her hold. Before you realized what you were doing, you were offering the nearest blanket to the mother. Said cloth had been covering your exposed legs. She looked at the fabric for a moment before taking it. Carefully but skillfully, she wrapped her newborn in the blanket and kept the child cradled close.

While she did that, you used another blanket to cover up your legs. Once the three of you were settled, you stared at one another. For what reason, you couldn’t figure out. But, deep down, you were intrigued, despite all that has happened.

What now? What happens now? You killed two people. What made the guilt inside of you twist like a rusted blade was the idea of how to get rid of the evidence. How to make it look like these men never came here, never came after her? With all the bullet holes and blood probably stain not only your wood floors but the carpet too… what are you going to do?

A might palm captured your shoulder and gave your torso a shake. “I give you gratitude, ooman. You are unlike the rest of your race.” Past experience hung heavy in her words. A chapter that didn’t need to be opened. Not now. Her hand slipped off of your shoulder.

Her words made you think. Race. That solidified the idea she wasn’t human, not at all. “What… are you?” you muttered and bowed your head. You desperately hoped your words wouldn’t offend her in anyway. A chaste chitter that reminded you of a laugh sounded from her. You took that as a good sigh and raised your head.

“I was waiting for that… question.” She paused there and slowly blinked, eyes looking down at you. She was thinking of something in her mind then relaxed slightly. You saw the slight twitch when the move pulled at her own wounds. “I cannot say much but you did protect me and my suckling. You have earned my respect. I am a Yautja. An alien.”

For some reason, your heart swelled at the knowledge of knowing you had her respect. To know that a dangerous looking alien-alien! Oh my god! An alien! You, what… Your jaw dropped but not a sound came from you. This meant, aliens were real. Completely real. And you had just helped one not only give birth but protected them. You covered your mouth and tried to reel in this new information. An earthshattering discovery.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and took a deep, stuttering breath. “W-what’s your name?” She tilts her head, a little to the side, to look down at you with an inspecting eye. Said gaze flickered to the bundle in her arms. Her expression softened at the sight then she looked back at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

“I am called Gawtin.” You hummed thoughtfully and lightly bobbed your head. To be polite, you returned the gesture which she acted indifferently. Not that it bothered you.

Silence engulfed the two of you. Yet, the throbbing in your leg didn’t wane. It burned. You worried at your bottom lip until blood spilt. She huffed, like she could taste the blood in the air… Wait, could she? She was alien. Her physical make-up could be completely different. You just shook your head side to side and rid of those thoughts.

There were more pressing matters at hand.

Your gaze looked back up at the massive… Yautja, Gawtin before you. “What happens now?” It was a necessary question that needed to be answered or some closure. Look at where you were! Two dead people in your cabin in the middle of nowhere with an alien and her baby. There was a bullet hole in your thigh as well, an injured gained from defending not only your property but the mother.

She took a moment to carefully plan her next words. “Endless possibilities. Due to the honor code, I am bound to you until my debt is paid, but I must return to my home world with my child. I must gather all of my armor and weapons stolen from me by your ooman government.”

This was a lot of information that made your brain fuzzy to think of all the possibilities. Honor code? Home world? Retrieving her items? Your government? What does this all mean?!

“You are not safe here. You will come with me. Your ooman government will send more. I cannot allow you to get… injured-“

“What are you saying?” you interrupted her without meaning any harm. All you needed was a dumbed down version.

The Yautja gaze a shortened growl. Your lips tightened against one another. Lesson learned. “You will come with me. I must protect you until the debt is paid,” she stated gruffly, as if it a chore to keep you alive. She had mentioned an honor code, meaning she has to follow rules. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t chosen to just kill you and be on her way.

Your brows furrowed. “Go with you? But why?” you sputtered and tried to turn onto your knees and face her. But the wound on your thigh wouldn’t allow you. Shit. You weren’t in good shape.

Gawtin leaned down to get close to your face, making sure her point finally struck you. “Your society frowns upon murder, does it not? Those two s’yuit-de are dead because of you.” Your face paled at her efficient words.

Prison. Murder. She was completely right. No matter how you spun it. You had killed two people. All the evidence would show you as murderer then sent straight to prison, locked up for life.

Now, you had two choices: prison or Gawtin. Prison was a lifetime of four concrete walls and survival. Gawtin… she was an unknown but couldn’t hurt you. Wouldn’t? She couldn’t due to her ‘honor code’ but what about wouldn’t. If the debt was paid, would she slaughter you where you stood. Was that better than prison?

As you gazed upon the muscular alien who waited for you to speak next, the choice was obvious. Timidly, you nodded your head. Gawtin scoffed. “Glad you agreed willingly. I am not above dragging you though.” Just something freely she stated, as if it was normal.

She stood back up to her full height, reminding you on how big was compared to your smaller form. “Gather what you deem necessary. We need to move,” she spoke and left the bedside to exit through the door. A door she had to lean down to get through.

You listened to her words and slide off of the bed. Pain shot up your leg and almost sent you to your knees but locked a knee helped. Through the aching, you limped around the room and place clothes in a small duffle bag.

At the entrance of the bedroom door, you stopped. Off to the left was your sketchbook and pencil. An item you couldn’t leave behind. It too was placed into the duffle bag. Now, you were prepared for wherever the mother was going to take you. You walked out of the room but paused at the overwhelming smell and sight slapped you right in the face.

It took every ounce and more of your being not to bend over and puke out what was in your stomach. She, Gawtin nonchalantly stepped over the bodies and left through the front door. To save yourself the trouble, you spun on your heel and escaped through the back entrance. Anything not to come close to the… mess you created.

At the front, Gawtin waited with her child still wrapped in the blankets from before. A chill was powering over the forest air as the sun was already falling again. Damn the mountains and winter. Thankfully, a jacket was wrapped around your torso to fend off the chill.

The alien looked down at you, eyes scanning over your body before giving a minute dip of her massive head. “We shall head towards the base. I must gather my supplies back before we find my ship and leave this c’jit planet,” she snarled towards the end. You couldn’t help but feel hurt and a need to defend your planet. But with one look at her stopped you.

All you could do was nod. Even though many questions were stuck to the tip of you tongue, never leaving, never asked. In good time, they’ll be answered. With the way she spoke, like it was complete fact and part of her fate, you weren’t going to argue with that.

One last look down at you, she turned and began the trek. Her strides long, powerful. Every one was nearly three for your own. With the pain in your leg, you didn’t how long you were going to last. This was your choice to live with now.

[yaut-jaknowit]

first of all I absolutely love your work honestly it is amazing!! And that last gawtin ask hurtttttt I was wondering if you could make a part two? If you want to of course maybe communication saves the day? I hope you have a good day!

Argument with Gawtin Part 2

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2276

Summary: For hours, you stay in your art room, sobbing away the time until the tears run dry. Now, it's the time to figure out what to do. You don't want to leave, you never want to leave Gawtin or Qui'oky. They're your family. You'll find a way to fix this or die trying.

Author Note: Communication in relationships are incredibly important! Here, it does save the day. Thank you so much! It hurt me too to write it because I hate conflict and to have my favorite pair fight...

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 1

Once the tear ran dry and left stick, crusty lines down the lengths of your cheeks, you picked your head up enough and looked around. The space was the same, empty and void of Gawtin. Old paintings and drawings covered the walls from floor to ceiling, making this place yours. A room that the green Yautja had given to you. She done so much for you.

An ache started behind your sternum as you hung your head in shame again, unable to cry again. In an instant, you shoved it back into her face while flipping the middle finger at her. You sat up in your desk chair, chin level. You had to fix this. You wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let this go. Not her love, the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted before. The two of you were meant to be together, no matter who or what said otherwise.

How would you show how sorry you are though? You glance around the room. It’s not like you’re a hunter like her. You couldn’t bring how creature five times your size. No, you were her artist. You wield pencils, not knives.

What could you make? Something she could understand in her own culture, something that would be of great value. Then, you shook your head. No, if it came from you, it’ll be enough. You dipped your head.

A newfound determination filled your veins. You stood up abruptly and walked towards the only exit. Once you’ve reached the door though, you paused before hitting the button to open it. What if she was out there? You couldn’t just ignore her and walk out. That would be incredibly rude and inconsiderate of Gawtin. Well, you’ll cross that bridge if you reached it.

All was quiet and dark in the main room of her hut. Your shoulders sagged both in relief and disappointment. Where had she gone? Qui’oky wasn’t here, meaning he had to be with his mother. She wouldn’t leave him to his lonesome.

You left the safety of your art room. The door sliding close behind you. The floorboards barely made complaints as you walked over to the front door. A satchel hung off your shoulders, a knife sitting in one of the pockets. Not much more than for cutting stems rather than the throats of animals that could consume you whole. In another pocket sat a device similar to a GPS and could lead you back home.

So be it. You wanted to show you cared about her, that you truly did. An argument would not ruin everything you’ve built with her. You wouldn’t let it, no matter how much you wanted to take the next flight off this planet. This was your home.

Out the door you went. Cool, humid air smack you straight in the face. It was far better than the burning binary suns that would bore down on your skin during the day. You braved your way through the humidity and started a path in a random direction. You let your heart led the way.

For a few miles, you traversed with little thoughts of where to go. Only thing that filled your mind was the flashbacks of the argument. The skin of your bottom lip had been worn down till the taste of blood, an action you couldn’t help. Not when Gawtin’s voice echoed in your head to go home. You wished you had said this was your home.

And it was. You belonged at her side, holding her hand with Qui’oky perched on your hip. This was your family, you were going to fight tooth and nail for it.

A gut feeling told you to stop. For a moment, you prayed it wasn’t an instinct you were being hunted. The hairs along your neck never raised. You relaxed and scanned the surrounding area until a feeling drew you towards your right. A feeling you followed until you found a shiny rock. The colors that matched the same hue as Gawtin’s dark, forest green. It was slipped into the main pocket and sealed off from the world it once sat in.

For what was probably hours, you continued to do this even after the yawn broke across you face. When your satchel began to dig into your shoulder uncomfortably, you called it a night.

Flowers, tied together with a thin string were held in one of your hands. The other held onto the GPS tracker, helping you to trek in the right direction home. You couldn’t believe you had found yourself five miles away from the hut. The walk back would take you forever especially with how the terrain was. This is a jungle that ranged from steep mountains to gushing rivers. A few rocks had been picked up from the riverbeds and snuck their way into your satchel as well.

Though it took at least another three hours to return home, the two suns beginning to peek through the trees, you made it. Your clothes were soaked through with sticky sweat. Hunger twisted your gut with each desperate call for food. You were smart enough to have a waterskin attached to your satchel so you didn’t perish from dehydration that far from home.

The familiar forest green roof/walls met your vision as you pushed through the thickest part of the foliage that surrounded the cottage. Home. You smiled in relief and trudged up to the door. Without even thinking, too exhausted to even think up thoughts, you pushed your way into the home. Gawtin still wasn’t home. You huffed and entered your art room.

Your satchel’s contents was dumped onto tabletop. The flowers were untied ands laid out as well. It may all look like junk you’ve picked up from the jungle’s floor, but to you, it was unmade art. All it was needing was to be pieced together, like a puzzle. You had the hands to do it.

Like the artist the whole town knew you as, you began to piece what items could go together. Even with the need to collapse and sleep for ten hours straight pulled at your mind, you pushed through.

When you grew irritated when some pieces didn’t want to fit with one another, you set it off to the side and looked at the flowers. All of them had long stems, perfect for what you wanted to do. You had also grabbed a lot, possibly too many but you didn’t want to trek all the way back out there and get more.

Covered in dirt, your hands began to weave the stems carefully with one another. A pattern you had pulled up on a tablet Gawtin had given you long ago. On the screen, it looked ease to follow but grew harder with each newly added stem. At times, you were ready to rip it apart and set it on fire. Somehow, you soldiered through and finally finished the piece.

It was far too large to sit upon your head, which was exactly what you were aiming for. You didn’t have any measurements for Gawtin’s head and only estimated on her size. Not like she was home for you to measure without her growing suspicious in the first place.

Now feeling better at the fact you finished one of the projects, you moved back towards the mess of rocks and wires on the other side of your desk.

Almost a year ago, you had given Gawtin a necklace you had specifically went out to the market for. That led you into a mess of going from one vendor to another before getting captured in the end. Gawtin had to save you from the trouble but she was never mad. She expressed that after she got you to the safety of the hut.

Everyday, she wears that necklace. A sign of either pride or love, maybe even both. But you loved it and it seemed like Gawtin did too. Now, you were designing two bracelets. Either for both arms or one. Whatever she choose to do with them was up to her.

Back in the seat of your desk chair, you sat crisscross and stared upon the rocks once more. Ideas flowed freely inside of your mind, anything for this to work.

With these being on her wrist, they had to be incredibly durable. Once a hunter, always hunter. They would be put under great distress due to her everyday routine.

The wire used to keep the rocks secure was the strongest one you could find within a reasonable price and at the nearest market. Though, you used one of the young bloods to retrieve it for you for a small price. But, you had to use what you get your hands on without Gawtin knowing. You could be resourceful yourself.

You set to grueling work of designing a bracelet that could hopefully hold up to any added stress. A thick, durable band was used to tie the rocks to. The wire themselves were difficult to for around the rocks with no heat source to soften the metal. You did your best in the moment.

Before you on the wooden desk table, sat two bracelets, large in diameter but could also be tightened or loosen if need be. Again, you didn’t have her measurements on hand.

As a breath of relief left your lips, you heard the front door open then close. Even in the near dead silent house, you couldn’t pick up on the footsteps of the lumbering giant. Just one slab of metal kept the two of you away from each other.

Both of your hands began to shake. This was your one and only chance to fix this. You took in a lung filling inhale, leveled your chin, and grabbed your three items off of the desk. Your feet marched their way over to the door. It opened a second after you pressed the need button.

In the small kitchenette stood the goddess of your life. Qui’oky was at her feet and holding onto his mother’s leg. But when he saw you exit the art room, he made a noise of excitement and waddled over to you. You bend down and scooped him off of the ground. He would’ve climbed you to get into your arms if you hadn’t. You couldn’t wait for him to get older…

Timidly, you stepped over into the edge of the kitchen, eyes pointing downwards at the ground. A submissive position you hoped would be please her.

“Gawtin,” you called out softly then picked up your gaze to find her purple eyes already on you. She was lax but not letting a single ounce of emotion fall through any cracks of features. “I’m-I’m sorry. I want to start off by apologizing.”

Qui’oky grew too heavy for you to hold and got in the way. You put him back down, hoping he would loss interest in you for the moment. The prayer was answered.

The items in your hands were offered to Gawtin. The flower crown held out first. “I don’t know what way you guys apologize so I did my best. I was out all night and searched for the best because that’s all you deserve. I should’ve never said those things to you. This is my home. I want to be here. You never took me, I wanted to come with you.”

The bracelets were shown to Gawtin next. “And… and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else besides here, with you. I love you so damn much. More than I could ever speak or gift to you. You are my family and so is he.” You fall to your knees and clutched the gifts in your hands as if you where praying. “Forgive me, please. I don’t want to leave. Please, let me stay. With you.”

It was only a small crack at first. The twitch of her gem studded brow before her walls came crashing down. Gawtin knelt down in front of you and wrapped her arms around you.

“I must apologize as well. I apologize for mocking you, for telling you to leave. This is your home. You belong with me, with us,” Gawtin whispered, voice rumbling deep in her throat as she held you close to her warm body. “I do not have excuses. I should have not taken my pent up anger out on you. That is my fault. A mistake I will not make again.”

Being in her arms was the best thing you could ever ask for. You sagged against her and sobbed into her chest. New, fresh, hot tears ran new rivets down the length of your cheeks. You did your best to encase her torso with your arms but came up short. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you cried and held onto her as your lifeline. Because she is. She’s your lifeline.

Her massive hand ran up and down the length of your spine. “It is okay. Everything will be okay.”

An eternity passed until the muscles along Gawtin’s arms loosened up enough for you to pull back and look her in those beautiful purple eyes. She still kept you in her grasp, as if afraid you’ll disappeared. “Now, let me see what you have made for me, my little artist.”

In that moment, you knew everything was going to be fine. She was right. This was only a bump in the road you’ve gotten over. This is life. There will be more but as a power couple with your sweet child, you’ll make through it all. You smiled up at Gawtin through the blurry tears blocking your vision. Alien or not, you love her.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Something in your Hair

Pairings (sort of): Gawtin (female Yautja) x reader (genderless)

Summary: You live on Yautja Prime currently after you were abducted from your home on earth. It's a harsh planet to live on. The sun can easily fry you. The trees are massive. The animals, prey or predator, can simply kill you. The tribe you live with is mild when it comes to humans. They hunt them, of course, but don't full out hate them. That how you coexist with them. You exist there while drawing and creating things that give you status. Many don't care you're there. Some actually come out and greet you. Then, there's Gawtin. A mother who allows you to watch over her youngling. As you said, even mothers need time to themselves. She's taken up your offer many times. This time isn't any different.

Word count: 953

Note: I keep creating these random Yautjas… I already have at least six OC's and a story that's not even half finished yet.

Picture of Gawtin and Qui'oky

Masterlist

High-pitched clicks and growls came from the right, a little ways away. Younglings, your mind supplied. It surprised you they weren’t over here, messing with. Well, besides the singular child in your lap. His mother is protective of him but she knows you and allows to watch over him. She deserves some time to herself, as you told her.

Qui’oky is his name and he’s very interested of your drawing book. Especially of the drawing you were currently working on. His mother’s alien face slowly appearing on the page as you struggled to work out the mandibles. You did your best though.

One the youngling’s small claws traced a line you had just drawn. “Mommy,” he stated in his language.

“Yep, Kiddo. That’s your mommy,” you said and continued to sketch out the picture. It wasn’t turning out the greatest. With practice, came skill. It would take time for you to perfect said skill. Many of the Yautjas around you do the same when they hunt. If they didn’t, those that hunt would die. Kill or be killed in their world. One that wasn’t very welcoming of you. You made do though.

The child grabbed at your mechanical pencil but you were already pulling it away. “Hey, no. K’ko, Qui. If you want it, ask nicely.” Within the Yautja society, you knew politeness didn’t exist. Respect and honor were held on a pedestal. Yet, you wanted him to be polite, at least around you. Ask and not take your things.

His tiny hands stilled, head tilted back to look up at you. From this angle though, he couldn’t see you. “Please?” he softly trilled. Excitement bloomed in your chest. You’ve been trying to teach him about manners but it only does so much with a being that’s no older than three years.

You relented and let Qui have it. Before he could draw over your work, you turned to a page in the back and let him have his fun.

To your eye, it was all scribbles and random marks. Yet, you knew, to Qui, he saw a glorious drawing before him. You let him work, complimented his drawings until a presence behind you made you freeze. Then, you tilted your head back.

Gawtin stood there with a beautiful new fabric hanging from her waist. In a way, it was a skirt. You gazed softly up at her. “Hey, you’re back earlier than I thought,” you said with a smile. Her upper mandibles lift in the same manner. She was magnificent.

In your lap, Qui shifted, dropped your materials, and rushed over to his mother. Happy clicks sounded from his throat, arms spread as he grabbed at one of legs. Gawtin continued to smile as she bent over and picked up the child. You grabbed your sketch book and pencil from their discarded places and stood up. The mother was chittering too quickly for you to understand. Nevertheless, you used some common sense to know what she was talking about.

Her child returned with rapid chitters and growls. It was still considered baby talk to you. His words like to blend with each other which made your life all that harder to understand him.

Once he finished his amazing story, Gawtin’s gaze turned back to you. “You showed at a perfect time though. The trees’’ shadow had moved so I was about to get up and move as well.” Due to Yautja Prime’s harsh atmosphere, you couldn’t be exposed for longer than an hour. Any longer, your skin would be blistering painfully. Thirty minutes is max you could handle with time to cool down. Enough time to traverse to the public grounds and rest under one of the largest trees you’ve ever seen. Bigger than a red wood back on earth.

Strangely enough, Gawtin’s eyes were focused on something either right behind you or the top of your head. “Gaw? Is something wrong? Is Foq’tuy staring at me again?” That male had a nasty habit of staring at you. He’s the reason there was disgusting scar on your bicep. He decided to bring it upon himself to take care of the ‘ooman problem’. Foq’tuy was lucky to be alive after Gawtin dealt with him.

She shook her head, tresses bumping into one another. “H’ko. You have something in your hair.” Gaw seemed to pause and calculated in her head. “Do you want me to get it out?” Red flushed to your cheeks. Had you been sitting here this whole time withs something in your hair? Paya, help you.

“O-oh, yes please, if you don’t mind,” you stuttered and played with your hands. Having her ask to touch your hair wasn’t unusual. For what you considered their ‘hair’, its scared to them. A sexual interaction to them. Of course, with humans, it’s usually not that way. Old habits die hard.

Gawtin gently reached out with a dull green hand. Warmth rolled off the limb as it hovered over your head for a spilt moment. Then, she carefully plucked whatever was on your head with two sharp talons.

The Yautja holds it before her and inspect it. You recognize it as a mildly venomous insect to the aliens that inhabit this planet. “Thank you, I prefer not to be bitten by that thing,” you acknowledged her action. Qui reached out to touch the bug but his mother pulled it away from him.

“You are welcome, ooman,” she responded then crushed it between her fingers. The insects blood squirted out and covered her digit. In all honest, the display was hot with power. You cautiously reached out and used a finger to rub Qui’s chin. He purred and pushed against you.

“So, got any plans for later?”

[yaut-jaknowit]

I don't know if you've mentioned Qui’oky's father, but I'd like to see him show up. But not as a toxic creep or jilted lover or something similar. Just a chill dude visiting his son and catching up with a woman he respects

Origin

Pairing: Gawtin x Reader

Word Count: 3240

Summary: A surprise from Qui'oky's father.

Author Note: I've never brought him up but this was my excuse to actually do some worldbuilding. I've been meaning to give some hints to him in my stories but kept forgetting. Thank you for the request!

Masterlist

Ao3

From Gawtin’s spot, her hearing picked up your soft, gentle thumping heart in the next room over. Said alien was working on something in there. She heard the light slaps of your bare feet on the floor. You stopped for a few seconds before moving again. The sound was soothing to Gawtin as she listened.

On the other hand, Gawtin scrolled through her tablet, picking up on some reading she’s been wanting to do. A few meters from her feet was Qui, happily playing with a toy you got him. Gawtin liked to tease you about stealing the heart of her child to get to hers. It’s working so far. Qui’oky was playing away with said device like the child he is.

The seat she had found herself in the living room was comfortable. Only a simple skirt hanging from her hips. Though, the position she was in had said skirt pushed up on her thighs.

A few of her sisters would disagree on the comfortability of the skirt. Their shared mother would have to fight a couple of them to get them on. The memories making Gawtin smile. You remind Gawtin of one of her sisters. Something, she would tell you often. She swiped to the next page and shifted a around on the chair. The positions Gawtin loved to sit in had you telling her she sat very gay. The analogy confused the alien. Whatever does that means.

Gawtin finally settled again, in another strange position. One you would be commenting if you were to leave the room next to her. The book in her hand had her full attention as her purple eyes scanned the words. Which reminds her about the need to finish her teachings about the Yautja language. The two of you had put a pause for a week. At least, it was supposed to be. You asked for the break when you smelled of blood. Gawtin already knew the meaning and allowed for the break. Yet, that was about three weeks ago. It was tim-

Knock, knock. This caught Gawtin’s attention. She wasn’t expecting anyone today. With a look in your general direction and to Qui’oky, she pushed off of the couch and started towards the front door. Her steps were light, carefully placed before stopping just before the door. She waited, letting whoever’s scent waft through the door.

Familiarity rolled over her. Yet, the name and face didn’t come to her, sitting on the edge of her tongue. Gawtin couldn’t keep them waiting and pressed the button for the door.

In all of his glory, Woy-Oky stood there. New scars decorated his older frame since the last time she had seen him. She was content to see him alive and well. “Woy, it’s good to see you,” she spoke politely to him and dipped her head.

Woy returned the gesture, though bending further than her. This caught her eye. Though subtle, she could read him well. How couldn’t she after spending a few too many nights with him? Those nights, the two rarely had gotten sleep. Then, once the deed was done, he left. The usual for male Yautjas after completing their mission.

Gawtin was smart, able to read people and situations without being told. This was no different. Mating season was arriving soon. The Yautja could feel it in her bones as the slowly growing need bloomed inside of her. The sight of Woy-Oky didn’t erect that feeling though. Instead, she felt no chance, no difference in her body. Her mind already on someone else nearby.

He was here to plead his case with Gawtin. Give little Qui a sibling of the same blood. Gawtin couldn’t see herself pregnant again this time. But, she stayed oblivious, seeing if he was truly here for what she believes.

Right on cue, an impressive skull of a Court’op was presented before her. Woy-Oky slightly bowed forward, skull resting upward in the palm of his hand. Gawtin didn’t react outwardly or inwardly. All she was stare as if she was asking more. Woy’s shoulders slumped at her lack of action, mandibles clicking. The gears in his mind spinning to work this in favor. Even though, Gawtin already knew it wouldn’t work.

“Will you be my mate for this mating season?” he questions, trying to plead his case to the court. Woy believed he was reading the scene wrong. Maybe he had a chance with Gawtin.

Without missing a beat, Gawtin answered normally. “No.” That’s all it took for Woy to stand straight and tuck the skull on his belt. He simply accepted his defeat and respectfully bowed his head at her.

Curiosity caught him in its sticky claws. An unfamiliar smell wafted from the doorway, one he’s never scented before. Is that reason she didn’t accept? “I must ask what is the reason?” he questions politely like the good friends they are. They’ve had their fair share of time together before. Not just for reproducing.

Gawtin stayed quiet for a few seconds. In that time frame, she focused on your humming and light slap of your feet on the floor. Your steady, firm heartbeat in her ears. She didn’t mean to let a small smile grace her face. It slipped between the sturdy walls she has up. Then, Gawtin’s focus returned to the Yautja before her. She sucked in air to speak but a door opening behind stopped Gawtin.

Your eyes were unattentively staring at the ground before spotting your gorgeous goddess out of the corner of your gaze. They light up at the sight. A smile grew on your features as your direction changed towards her. After three steps though, you realized the situation at hand and stopped mid bite of a fruit. Uh oh.

From your spot, you did not recognize the male Yautja standing at the door. None of his facial features, scars, coloring, or hair trinkets matched any of the known Yautjas that lived in the town. This put you on guard, hackles raising as you careful watched him. Yet, there was a slight familiarity that you had no clue what was about. You just stared there, ready for action. Living on a planet where it was eat or be eaten has pushed you to be this way.

“That is my reasoning,” Gawtin spoke coolly, keeping a passive look on her beautiful face. There was no way to hide the fondness that shined in her purple eyes though.

The only reaction Woy-Oky produced was the slightest shift of his head. A ooman. That was what the smell was. This took him completely off guard. Here was a mighty, high-ranking Yautja – not just because of her sex – with a ooman; one of the species he’s killed plenty of. A skull he’s gifted to Gawtin for the mating season.

There was something in the ooman’s eyes though. The way it stood. It’s body tense, as if it was ready to attack. Woy laughed inwardly at that realization. The thing couldn’t even hurt a cug, let alone him.

The decision had already been made by the looks of it. Gawtin would stay with the ooman, as much as he disagreed. Since she already picked the creature, he couldn’t even challenge it for the chance to mate with Gawtin. It’s always the female’s decision on whom they choose to procreate with. Maybe he’ll have a chance next year.

As you quietly waited for someone to move or speak up, you heard Gawtin talk in Yautja. After two years of constant listening and mostly training, you’ve learned a great portion. With the different mouths and vocal cords, you had trouble pronouncing a small amount of the language. You tilted your head at the sentence, a brow raised.

Then, the green goddess turned. Her purple gaze found yours, making you soften at just the look. Silently, you gave her a questioning look. One she’s come to learn what it means. “Come here, my little artist,” she called to you, voice even and gentle.

Your eyes darted to the unnamed Yautja at the door, then to Qui’oky. If Gawtin deems him safe to allow you to lose distance, then you listened. Your steps were careful, light as you came to stand side by side with her. A way to show you had no fear for this Yautja.

This Yautja stood, like usually, taller than you. Yet, when you had walked up to him, his head tilted down, following you. His gaze stuck to you, judging you by the feels of it. He was scanning you, sizing you up. Funny enough – even if you had no chance of winning a fight against him – you did the very same exact thing.

An unfamiliar skull was hooked to his belt, the fight thing your eyes found. It stuck out like a sore thumb against his puke green scales. This wasn’t one used for keeping items hidden in the brain cavity. It was far too big for any practicality you’ve come to know.

That’s when everything seemed to hit you all at once. For one, this male was courting Gawtin. At least he was going to try. He was going to try to steal your girl. Worst of all, you may have some ability to fight… but there wasn’t a chance on winning. You draw, an artist. You wield pencils, not weapons. He could easily kill you and take Gawtin from you. Your eyes narrowed at him, shuffling closer to Gawtin, skin to skin with her now.

Second, there was a reason he looked semi-familiar. The green, his eye shape, and face shape. This was Qui’oky’s father. He must not be happy about you being with Gawtin. His eyes and body though… they were passive, relaxed. Either he didn’t see you as a threat or that previous thought wasn’t true.

“This is why,” Gawtin broke the stare down. The two of you looked at her. Man, you must’ve missed something.

Gawtin let an arm slide over your shoulder, hand coming to lightly grasp your throat. A gasp sound from you, body tensing at the feeling. The way your form reacted and turned towards a submissive thought process so quietly should be embarrassing. Yet, that emotion never crawled underneath your skin. Instead, you felt a power rise inside of you. It empowered you to lock eyes with the Yautja. A smirk splitting your face.

Woy held his tongue to ask why she picked a ooman. He wasn’t jealous or angered at her declining him. It was only made him severely question at the fact she choose a ooman. It wasn’t his place though. “Understood, Gawtin.” Wof turned to face the lucky thing before him. It was leering at him, a glint within its weird eyes. The gaze made him feel uneasy. He pushed past it though. “What is the ooman’s name?”

If the creature was important to Gawtin – as it seems, he might as well get to know it. Even if the sight of it made him want scoff in disgust. It wasn’t even worth killing to gather the skull. It had muscle from the possible training it may have. It copied Gawtin as well. It’s posture the same, the gaze, the way it walked and stepped mindfully. This meant the female Yautja cared for it.

Said being introduced its strange name to him. The syllables nothing he’s ever tried to say before. “Artful one, this is Woy-Oky.” The name confirmed your earlier realization. This had to be Qui-oky’s father. “As you have already figured out, this is Little Qui’s sire.”

Now it was your turn to speak, in Yautja no less. “Does he know I already court you?”  you said this but your gaze was strictly on the newly named Yautja. Gawtin chuckled at your behavior, using her hand to pull you close to her. Silently reassuring you what you already know.

The words surprised Woy-Oky. Though, the pronunciation and accent was off. This ooman had spoken Yautja. And it was understandable. Then, he realized what you had asked. “I’ve come to that conclusion. I do have to ask, how was a ooman able to catch the attention of a high-rank female Yautja?” he asks of you, truly curious. Maybe, he’ll have to pull those tactics next year to win her back over.

You tilted your head slightly to the side and down, a brow smugly raised. “Why would I spill my secrets so you could still my girl?” Gawtin purred to you contently. She loved that fire you had deep inside of you. It was a rare thing to show, making her adore it all the more.

Woy returned his gaze back to Gawtin. “You’ve picked a good one this year. I shall depart, Gawtin. Keep an open mind if you see a message from me. I would love to go hunting once more with you,” he stated and bowed to the female before him.

“I will, Woy-Oky. Great hunting.” The male left without another word. The front door slide closed, blocking out the Yautja and sun.

The moment after he left, your shoulders sagged heavily as you leaned a great portion of your weight on Gawtin. She already knew how fast your heart was beat, feel the beads of sweat dripping down the back of your neck, notice the slight tremble of your hands.

In a heartbeat, the mighty Yautja knelt before you. Her striking eyes capture yours, hands doing the same. She brought them up to rest on her chest, right about the most important organ in her body. The nerves running through your form almost vanished at the sight before you. She knows. Oh, she knows.

Your head bowed, chin to chest to hide the fear filling your eyes. It was all a façade. Gawtin would always protect you, always. Yet, what happens when she leaves for something-someone better? What happens when she returns back to a sound mind and find a male Yautja? What will happen to you? You have no use besides the drawings you create.

With a single talon, Gawtin tilted your head back up to meet her gaze. Even kneeling, she was taller than you. How was that possible? “Do you know much you mean to me, Artful one?” was the first thing she said to you. It caught you off guard at first. Your brain already making up a thousand scenarios within it, unable to stop it.

Gawtin’s hands left yours, slid up the length of your arms before cupping your cheeks within her palms. Your digits stayed above her heart, feeling the steady, strong thump of the organ there. “You hold my heart.” She closed her eyes softly, a purr humming away. “You see me bare. I see you bare. I let you do this. Do you know why?” You made a noise to answer ‘no’. “No? Then I have failed with action.”

She let her head slowly fall forward, forehead meeting yours. The touch made you gasp quietly. “I do not how to say it in ooman to make you understand.”

“I care deeply for you, my little artist. Every little thing, I have kept. The necklace you have created to me is always around my neck, no matter what. All the drawings you have done for me, they are hung in our shared room. The rocks you have gifted to me are placed around our shared dwelling.” A single tear pooled in your right eye before rolling down the length of your face.

“You sleep by my naked side. A place where I am at my most vulnerable. You know this. You see this. You understand this. You sleep by my side.” A tear grew in the other eye then followed the first one down.

“You care for the child I have birthed. That include when I not here. You care for him like your own. You have won him over. You gift him trinkets to play with. You take him out to the market.” Now, you couldn’t stop the silent tears from pouring down your face.

“Do you now know how much you meant to me?” she questioned again, opening her eyes. From the scent in the air, Gawtin already knew you were crying. It was a natural reaction that she has come to learn. It’s okay to cry. It doesn’t always mean you are in pain. She used her thumbs to swipe away at the tears.

All of what she said kept hitting you over and over and over. It forced you harshly to continuously remember all that she has said. Everything was the truth. She loved you through and through.

Worst of all. You felt like you already knew this. You knew loved you deeply. Yet, as a human, your mind liked to remind you of falsehoods. Things that hold no truth when it came to her. “Yes, yes, yes. I do, love. I truly do. So much. So fucking much. I love you so much. I can’t even say how much I do,” you sobbed to her, hands grasping at the skin on her chest.

Gawtin snorted a quiet laugh. “Then get your ass into my lap, Artful one.” That made you giggle before happily listening to what she commanded of you. Your legs barely able to wrap around her hips, struggling to meet behind her. Your hands held the other at the back of her neck, underneath the warmth of her tress.

With ease, the Yautja stood up, one hand underneath your butt. Her large, muscular legs carrier her back over to the couch, where her tablet was discarded to the side. Gawtin sat down in the previous spot mentioned before. This time, with you. Her hand easily found her tablet again.

One hand was kept on your back, softly stroking up and down the length of it. The other was holding onto the forementioned device, retuning back to the book. A purr was vibrating in her chest as the two of found a comfortable position to enjoy each other’s company.

“Mama!” Qui called for Gawtin the moment after the two of you found peace. You turned your head to gaze down at the small child. He reached out with both of his hands to you. It was the universal sign to be picked up. One action you were happy to conduct.

Though, he was the size of a three old, his mass was about twice, possibly thrice of one. You were thankful for the hand on your back to help stabilize yourself. The kid was contently placed in the space between the two of you. Qui laid with his back to you, on top of Gawtin, in the same position as you. Little bugger stole the best seat in the house!

You sighed dramatically and mindfully flopped on top of him. Qui squeaked and squirmed underneath you. “Mama, mama, I squished!” he cried to his mother. Said parent figure gave him a look then returned back to reading.

You patted the top of his head. “You tried, kiddo.” Said youngster mumbled like he had my full weight on him random sounds. Qui stayed still now, content in his new position and quickly falling asleep. You gentle ran a thumb across his much smaller mandibles, softly gazing at him. If there was a possibility with Gawtin, you would have to think about having a child. But the one here, he was enough for the time being.