Alien (Glyxx) x fem!reader || tail play, (mentioned) oral sex, (light) dirty talk, first times, (light) breeding kink, size kink
Reader…
Your legs are trembling, the need inside of you burning higher and higher which each passing second. “Yes, please. Make me yours,” you whisper, arms around Glyxx neck. He lowers his face enough to claim your mouth in a toe-curling kiss. Finally.
The kiss tastes like returning home. A home that you haven’t known for years. A home you aren’t sure exists anymore. But between Glyxx’s arms, you can hint at something that tastes the same. Something that brings joy and warm feelings to the surface and tingles like butterflies trying to escape from under your skin.
You’ve been away from him for less than a full day. But so much has happened that the desperation for each other explodes like fireworks behind your eyelids when he deepens the kiss. It threatens to consume every inch of your soul and his. A collision of feelings and bodies into a new form of passion that feels world-changing.
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Alien (Glyxx) x fem!reader ||UST, sfw|| tw: violence, kidnapping (mentioned)
Reader…
The wait is painstakingly slow. Glyxx urges all three of you to hide behind a big fallen tree. His body curled over you and your friend protectively. He’s taking very seriously the job of keeping you safe until Salyx is back. But it’s taking so long, you aren’t sure your friend was wrong in his query.
What if Salyx is not coming back? What if something happened and the other humans can’t escape? What if the aliens holding them hostage kill them? Would all that be on you? It kind of feels like you’d have part of the blame on that one.
You shake your head, trying to focus on the sounds around the forest. Trying to elucidate if there’s someone incoming. Hoping that there is. Hoping that Salyx got the humans out. But you can barely hear anything over the protective body of your alien.
“Glyxx, do you hear something?” You whisper, which sounds like a shout in the quiet surroundings.
...
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Imagine finding yourself a great alien boyfriend. He's so sweet, so cute with you. Treats you like you are the most amazing being he's ever encountered. And when the night falls... He's feral for your body. He loves every part of you, belly fat, marks, bumps... He's enamoured with every part of you and you are enamoured with each part of him. Only one tiny little problem: his cum glows in the dark and it stains. Not in the way you have stains in your sheets... More in the way that after he fucks you full, you walk around the camp looking like a glow-stick for a few hours. Everyone knows you are well pleased, at least, even if it's mortifying. (He finds it great, he's very smug about it, you look so pretty all glowy because of him).
A lord ravager, a harbinger of verocity, a minor alien lord that is well known for its over-consumptive habits.
And, to you, it is a newly found lover that comes with a month of bedridden recovery.
The first time you met it was pure coincidence: the back alley bar on a trade station just outside of the Sol System. You'd been off work for the cycle and enjoying one of the few human-safe synth drinks most bars offer when it walked in, half the bar left and the others scattered to the edges away from this large creature that came strolling through the main doors. Never before have you seen whatever kind of alien it was, six thick tentacles hang from its back, each ending in small snapping mouths that drift around behind it like they have minds of their own, a collection of tubes make up a facsimile of hair that hangs loose from its head, and its mouth opens with a split like seam revealing more teeth and a thick almost neon blue tongue.
From your seat at the bar, you watch it stride through the now empty bar space, three-fingered hands splay on the bar top as it orders its drinks. As the bartender starts mixing, it looks towards you, head tilted as it takes in the single patron that didn't move, that likely didn't know who or what it is.
That single decision to not scatter was what sealed the deal for you, and from your perch at the bar, you ended up chatting with it, curious and unafraid of whatever sat across from you on a complete whim. After a long day at work, you really didn't have the energy to be afraid of an alien in some shitty station dive bar.
And here you are, legs splayed on your bed with one of its tentacle mouths latched onto your chest as the others work to leave hickies across your neck and hips, the sheets under you are a mess of lube and sweat, the fabric clinging to your skin as the alien looming over you hooks his hands under your knees and pushes your legs open further to settle more comfortably between them.
The neon tongue you had seen earlier at the bar was well at home now inside you, working to prep you and feed the seemingly endless need for more this alien had. The thickness and depth it can reach mimics that of most human lovers you've had, but somehow, the moment you utter a plea for more, the alien between your legs seems to purr.
As if the idea that you want more, that you could be greedy for it, makes it eager.
Through blurry eyes, you watch as it pulls back, shifting the position it has your legs in as it pulls its tentacles away from their eager positions on your skin. From an unseen slit along the length of its crotch, not one but two long, thick lengths slip free; the tips are thin, but the length of its twin shafts thicken in a way that makes your thighs shake. The unique ridges seem to swell as it closes in on you.
Through a haze of newly forming pleasure, you half think that you will need to call out for work the moment you physically can...
DISREGARD PREVIOUS ASK I JUST REALIZED I DIDN'T SEND THROUGH ANON! 😭🙏🏻 I'll resend here for if you wanted to answer! Just a copy-paste
I absolutely adore our alien parents so much 😭 How would they react to reader confessing that they (platonically) love them? Could be either a slip up or a genuine moment from them but I'd fold in their situation far too quickly ngl
Aliens and reader
Of course of course I saw nothing at all dw
Reader hadn’t asked for much, and they were never greedy, so it took a LOT for them to go up to Melon and ask for something they wanted.
“Get me this.” They held up a piece of paper with something written on it.
“Excuse me?” He raised a brow, clearly unamused.
“This. I want this,” Reader pointed again.
He swatted the paper away. “Yeah, I understand you want that. Why are you asking me?”
“Because Garden said I could get something, and I want this.”
“Out of all the human words you know, is ‘please’ not one of them?” he scoffed.
Reader shrugged. “You’ll get it for me anyway, so what’s the point?” They smirked at him.
“Whatever, get the hell out of here,” he said, half-heartedly.
“Alright, thanks, love you-” Reader immediately froze.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” He smirked at them.
“Nothing! I said nothing!”
“No, I’m sure I heard something,” he insisted.
"Well, if you did hear anything, it was that I hated you!" Readers face burned red from embarrassment
“Fine, fine, whatever you say~ I hate you too then.” Clearly he hadn't believed a word they said, still having the same evil smirk on his face.
“Well, good. I'm glad we're on the same page then!” reader stomped out of the room, paper now crumpled up in their hands.
-
“Gardennnn, can you get me this?” Reader groaned, tugging on the vines wrapped around Garden’s legs.
“Of course, dear! What is it?” Garden asked, kneeling down to meet Reader at eye level.
Reader held up the paper. “Food…” they mumbled.
“Really? I never expected you to like our kind of food, but I’d be happy to ask him to get you some,” Garden smiled, gently patting Reader’s head with a smile.
“Thank you! I literally love you so much!-” Reader blurted out before shutting up.
“You do!” Garden beamed, scooping Reader into their arms, a wide smile already across their face.
“W-well, I-” Reader stuttered, blushing as all they could do was stare up into Garden’s star-struck eyes. But what could they do? reader would break their heart if they said anything else.
“y-yup?” they gave a shaky smile.
“Reader, you don't know how happy this makes me!!” They hugged the reader against themselves happily
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warnings: 18+, experiments, mention of experiments, forced capture, swearing, threats, reader is in chains, forced prisoner, mention of blood, blood, mention of death, death, aliens, mention of breaking bones, pheromones, eventual smut, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, alien cock, knot, creamp!e, porn without plot
summary: As Weylands prisoner you are chained and on the prometheus against your will. Here to make sure he stays alive a little while longer. Little do you know it leads you to your mate or whatever this is.
author note: I saw alien prometheus and imidiatly fell in love with the engineers all over again. They are so hot! How is there not much of them here on tumblr? So here we are. I made one so we have more of them. Enjoy it and read it at your own risk! Not proof read! English is not my native language!
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How on earth did this happen? At first, you were free. Free on earth. Now you were a prisoner. On a spaceship far away from earth. Far away from your home. Your freedom stripped away from you. In chains. The man who has put you there, Weyland still in Cryosleep. He had taken everything away from you. Just because your genetic code was different. That old freak tried everything to lengthen his life. Everything. So, he searched for someone who could do that. Searched for methods. Methods which no human should ever do.
We are supposed to die. That’s how it always has been and always will be.
Nothing is forever.
That was the beauty of life.
David. You hated David just as much as you hated his creator.
He awoke you from Cryosleep and took some of your blood. Blood his creator needed. Back on earth you got kidnapped for that very reason. Your blood. After you had donated blood strange things happened. You got followed. Stalked. By Weylands people. The old man has searched for people who might have something different in their genetic code. A gen that will let them get older. Apparently, your family had such a gene. You had not been the first one. There were others. Others that he experimented on. That died due to it.
How Weyland was allowed to get such information, was in the stars. Well not entirely. He was rich. Rich people had money. It made them able to do things that normally weren’t legal. That realization back on earth had made you angry. Frustrated. Sadly, there was nothing you could have done about it. No one helped you.
No one would come to save you. Weyland had told you. Back on earth. Your family had been paid to shut their mouths or they would be next.
David was with you during that time on earth. He talked to you. That did not make you like him. He tried to…well make you feel a little better. As far as it was possible or he was able to. Still, he served his creator. That was all he wanted to do. All that mattered to him.
Back on the Prometheus you were alone. Still bound with chains. Nobody except David knew you were here. The crew did not know. Did not need to know. This was a secret Weyland had kept. Just like him being on that ship. No one knows that he is on the Prometheus either. Only David and you. The other crew members searched for this being. For God. Or how they called them, Engineers. As Weyland had told you on earth before you left. They searched for him so he could give Weyland eternal life. You guessed the crew does not know. They have no idea what the truth about their mission is.
All you could do was sit around and wait. They were out. Some of the crew members alongside David. You had eaten something. In the locked room you did not really have much to do. You were in the same room as Weyland was. He was still in Cryosleep. He does not have long. He will die very soon. Not that you cared. You wanted him dead. What he does not deserve to live forever. He has no right. A day ago, David came in and told him that they had found a head of one of them. Some might still be alive. The hopes are not up to high though.
You hum and close your eyes. Singing songs, you still remember. That’s all you can do.
Somehow you must have fallen asleep. When you woke up David was here. Some other crew members. They gazed at you. It was the first time seeing some of them. They know now. However, they do not care. Great. Then you see him. Weyland. He got awakened. “It is time then” Your voice sounds flat. Weyland looks at you for a short moment. Then at David. “Yes, it is time”
Anger rose inside you. So, one of them is alive. An engineer is alive. Weyland will finally get what he always wanted. That made you angry. So angry. “Fuck you Weyland. You do not deserve this!”
He ignored you. All of them did. They did not care.
“You should accept that humans don’t live forever!”
No one answered. Only David looked at you for a short moment.
You could not lie though. Curious yourself about this species. About these so called Engineers. How will they be like? Well you will never know. Something like this will never happen to someone like you.
David gave you food and all left. Left to meet that engineer.
Strange things happen a while later. Loud noise. Alarms. You hear crew members that are still on board screaming. You hum and sing to drown out the noise. To calm down your nerves.
The sound of something getting thrown against the door reaches your ears. A loud snap. It sounds like someone got his bones broken. You see blood on the small window on the space door. You are still completely. The screams were gone. You stop your humming and singing. Then you see it. A face. Pitch black eyes burning into yours through the small window of the door.
Backing further away and into a corner you pray the door will stop it. That must be the engineer. Why did he attack and kill the others?
The door gets broken in. There stands an alien. A really big alien. Tall. Taller than any human. Hairless, and very pale skin. Ghost like. The eyes are so dark, and the pupils look shaped like oblong crosses.
The engineer gets closer and you lift your arms. Trying to hide. Flee. You close your eyes. That is, it. You accept your fate. Dying by the hands of an alien. Perfect. Destiny had a way of laughing at you. You waited. Nothing happened. When you opened your eyes, you found the alien staring at you. At the chains around your wrists. Then the engineer spoke. It sounded so strange. Never have you heard anyone speak like that before.
You swallowed.
“I…I do not understand you” Your gaze moved over his body. He wears a weird suit. Strangely enough he had no blood on it. He tilted his head to the side at your words. His large hand moving towards your chains. You watched as he ripped them away. With wide eyes you gaze at him. “Thank you”, you whisper. He freed you. After all this time…An alien freed you. Many questions still swam through your head. Why are you still alive? The engineer could have easily crushed you. His eyes never left yours. Then he said something again.
Turning around, he leaves. “Wait!”
Without thinking you get on your feet and rush after him. What now? You have no idea where you are and how you will get home. Will you ever be able to get home?
You touch his hand. Accidentally. It was a reflex. He is colder than you are. He stops and gazes at you. His eyes go to your hands and then to your face. You immediately let go of his hand. “Forgive me”, you mutter and lower your head. Removing your hand from his. “Please take me with you”
It was stupid. You were very well aware of that. What else should you do though? You will die alone.
He studied you. Then his hand touched your head. You flinched.
His fingers run through your hair. Lifting it towards him. He lowers himself. Smelling it. Why is he doing this? A soft rumble comes from his throat. Strange noise that resonates with your soul. His body is so close to yours and you swallow. What is this strange scent? You sniff it deeper and immediately regret it. It clouds your senses. You feel hot all over. Are you getting sick?
What is happening to you? A strange sound leaves your lips. Your knees are getting weak. Blinking rapidly, you lift your head towards him. “What is happening to me?”, you ask him hoarsely.
The scent smells good. You want more. Need more. Still, you stop yourself.
This is wrong.
Your feet give in and you fall. He catches you and lifts you up. With a foggy head you rest your head against his chest. He speaks something you do not understand again and lose consciousness.
When you open your eyes again you still feel hot. Not as much as before but it is still there. Something else is there. You are wet. Now your cheeks are red for a different reason. How the hell are you wet?
Next problem. Where the hell are you? You sit up and realize you are in a strange room. On a bed. It is kind of comfortable. What is this place and how did you get here? So many questions and no answers. The door to the room opens and he enters. Coming straight towards you. His strange eyes locked on yours. He says something again in his language. You don’t understand.
His hand places gently on your cheek and you smell it again. Your gazes lock and you feel strangely aroused. A sigh leaves you lips. Your skin burns where he touches you and you close your eyes. Nuzzling against his hand. He leans closer towards you and rests his forehead against yours. Breathing with you. Breathing you in. Like he needs it. As much as you need to breathe him in.
Your eyes open again. He looks so strange and yet so beautiful.
Before you can stop yourself, your hands cup his cheeks. He is colder than you are. It does not bother you. Instead, you like it. He liked it too. The way your hands felt on his skin. A rumple comes from his throat and resonates within you again. His hands move over your body. Exploring it. Strangely you like it. Let him explore you and you do the same. He wears different clothing than he had worn before. Still not less strange to you.
His hands find your legs. Voice hoarse against your lips and he removes your trousers. You help him remove it. Now you are only wearing a shirt and underwear. That is wet from your arousal.
He hums and removes your underwear too.
It is strange. It is like both of you are drunk from each other’s scents.
You do not care anymore. His fingers tease your entrance. Teasing you more and more till you squirm beneath me. “Stop teasing” He makes a sound that sounds like a chuckle. Then he pushes one of his thick fingers inside your hole. Moving in and out. Opening you up for him. His lips find yours. Kissing you soft. He pulls away a little and makes a small smile. He kisses you again, deeper this time. You kiss him back eagerly. Moving your hips to get more pleasure.
This is insane. Not so long ago he killed the crew. Other humans. And here you are. Soon getting fucked by that very alien.
Your tongue licks over his lips. Tasting him. His flavor on your tongue is delicious. He tastes sweet and salty at the same time. He adds a second finger. Spreading your hole wider. Making you ready to take him. The kiss gets deeper as his own tongue licks over your lips. You open your mouth and let him enter it. His tongue pushes inside your mouth. Exploring it.
While you ride his fingers you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You will reach your orgasm soon.
Your breath goes faster. Your legs shake and your toes curl. “I…am close” Your voice is hoarse and airy against his lips. He hums, speeding up his movements. The scent gets overwhelming again and you crash over the edge. A silent scream leaving your mouth. Waves of pleasure surge through your body. He pulls his fingers out of your stretched hole. Lifting it to his mouth. He sniffs on his fingers before he puts them into his mouth and cleans them off.
While he does this, he watches you closely. Trying to take in your reaction. Studying you.
It is like he is staring into your soul.
He licks his lips when his fingers are clean and starts to remove his clothing. You watch. His body looks otherworldly and beautiful. When his chest is completely bare you stare. He has no nipples. His body is strong and muscled. Fuck he really could easily crush you if he wanted. You salivate when he goes on to remove his pants. Once he is completely naked you cannot help but stare. You do not even feel ashamed of yourself in that moment.
His member is standing proud. Pale like the rest of his body. With black veins all over it. Slightly curved. With a knot in the middle and his thick tip curved upward. Glistening with his liquid.
You lick your lips. He hums and comes closer again. Spreading your legs and getting on the bed with you. He is careful not to crush you. Positioned between your legs he rests his forehead against yours. Whispering things. Then he pushes in. His tip stretching you. He waits. Watches. When he sees you relax, he pushes in further. Deeper and deeper. The slowness makes you dizzy. He makes you dizzy.
He breathes heavily. He is just as affected as you are.
Then you reach his knot. His knot is way bigger than the rest of his cock. He tries to ease you more. Just pushing in and out with the length he already has inside of you. His fingers finding your clit. Circling it. Rubbing it. Playing with your pearl. Gazing at you with wonder in his eyes. Your pussy opens up more. He takes the change and pushes. His knot nearly coming inside you. He pulls out and pushes again. Again and again.
With one final push he is deep inside you. His cock stretching you perfectly. His knot feeling strange but also delicious inside of you. It makes you see stars. Stretching you perfectly.
His hands cup your breasts that are still covered by your shirt and he changes that immediately. Now you are both fully bare. He gazes at your hardened nipples and takes one of them into his mouth. You sigh happily and he starts to push in and out of you in a joyful rhythm. The bed beneath you shakes with its thrusts. Your skin burning again. You are one. Moving as one. Feeling good.
His thrusts get deeper. Hit the places that make you gasps and sing in pleasure.
He knows what he is doing, due to watching. Studying. Testing.
He kisses you again. His lips are surprisingly soft. Your legs wrap around his hips. As well as you are able to so. He is big after all. All of him is big. His temperature is warmer now. Or it just feels like this right now. You do not care. Pleasure builds inside you again. His own pleasure is getting closer. His movements get a little harsher. His knot is getting bigger inside you. Making it harder for him to move. He breathes heavily. Moans. With one final push he buries himself inside you to the hilt. Hot liquid fills you.
Covering your walls. He kisses you again and again. Saying words in his tongue.
He stays inside you. Softly he lifts you up and rolls you over. Now on top of him you rest against him. He strokes your head. A pleased smile on his head. Exhaustion crushing over you in an instant.
Letting you sleep on him the engineer watches over you for a while. Pleased that he found himself a mate. Being awoken by those stupid humans wasn’t so bad after all. He finally found a mate. A mate he will cherish and fight for. He closes his eyes and lets sleep take over him.
Imagine: you take your monster partner to the local street fair/street dance and they just... dont get it.
Is the child's face paint a ritual marking? Why are people eating cotton?
Idk itd be funny to me
Alien!boyfriend who is mesmerized by everything around him. He's always awestruck by the wonders of earth, but sometimes... Things are a bit too weird for him. And that's exactly what happens when you bring him to the local fair. At first everything is new and exciting. He looks like he wants nothing more than to explore every single thing this place offers. He wants to go on all the rides (especially the love tunnel, he wants to try that one with you).
But before that, you bring him to the food section. And everything goes a bit to shit after that. He's so confused by people eating... cotton? ("Why are those people eating that?! That's not safe for human consumption!") He tries candy apples, and almost spits them out, why would somebody cover a nice apple in warm candy? Are humans okay? Hot dogs? He thought humans didn't eat dogs! You told him he couldn't eat the neighbor's dog! He gets so worked up with the "human inconsistency" that you have to walk away from the food court, almost choking on your breath because you laugh so hard at everything he says.
The next area is no better, though. It has some throwing games that he finds incredibly disturbing. Why are people throwing balls so another human can fall into cold water? That seems too cruel even for him. There's kids painting their faces. Is that some kind of ritual you didn't tell him about? They look terrifying to be honest. ("A clown? What the fuck is a clown!? That looks like he's going to kill you! It's not funny! Stop laughing!"). When he sees the shooting games, he insists on trying, and gets incredibly frustrated when he doesn't win. It gets even worse when you try and win a big plushie. He doesn't understand why you won it. What a shitty war price after shooting so well. It's not even armor!
[ Taking a break, from the bigger story I have been writing to do a little sci-fi whimsy~ ]
I didn't know where I was, but I had company, a companion who I couldn't communicate with.
As you know, that was bound to cause problems. The alien I was with wore a jumpsuit, the skin that I could see underneath the grey suit was brown, like tree bark after the rain. Except it was smooth, skin almost without texture. It's eyes were bright large and intelligent, it had a very short snout. None at all really, only a bump for a nose with small nostrils. I wasn't sure how it could breath with such a small nose. It hair that was decorated elegantly with rings that swung as they moved.
Species, Unknown. Gender, Unknown.
Our first attempt at communication was dreadful. I did my best to make soft growling noises, and they did their best to try and climb the walls to get away from me. I deduced growling, even soothing concerned growling was not a good solution, neither was gentle hissing. So I chose to sit in a corner, and try to appear non-threatening. If they so chose. By the look of it, the noises they had made, it was clear I had frightened them. We looked over one another wearily, looking for weapons, for signs of aggression. We were locked in a box together, the cell was not even twenty paces across. I sat in one corner, and they in the furthest away from me. I can't remember who took the gamble first. To fall asleep. Yet once one of us did, the other quickly followed. I wanted to ask them how they got here, I remember being tranquilized, how my limbs started to move funny and the thud that rang through my skull as I hit the ground.
It was three days until the two of us realized we could communicate by tone. Some tones as I learned previously didn't translate well. My soothing sounds, were not soothing to them. So I tried to adopt their own. Coos and murmurs, it was hard, my vocal chords weren't built for it. But my companion was smart. Their eyes had grown wide and I could see the realization flit across their face. The hisses hadn't meant to been aggressive. They had put a hand to their forehead and made more sounds, excited, relieved.
The more I spent time with my companion the more they intrigued me. They had two planes of skin underneath their nose that would twist expressively. At first they would make faces that looked questionable to me. Yet, they would make friendly, cooing noises. Lips, said interstellar species article I found while searching on my com watch. Bipedal aliens covered in semi-elastic skin, typically had lips that surrounded the mouth. It used said lips to help show mood, other than create vocal tones and body language. Smiling, the thing I had seen my new companion do, was an attempt to appear affable, but one would also smile when they were pleased. I tried it once in front of a shiny metal side when they were asleep. I opened my jaws just enough to show rows of teeth. I quickly clamped my jaw shut. It looked as if I was about the begin snarling, truthfully. It didn't look like the other creatures, and certainly did not appear friendly. We were opposites, their smooth skin, to my textured scales. Their short face and small nose compared to my long face and crushing jaws. They were small, I was lumbering. Yet with all of these opposites, we had somehow been able to bridge the gap between our two worlds. My interstellar dictionary had helped, thankfully built into the communication watch. There was no ability for translation no matter how many times I would check. Nor any available frequencies to send messages, I wondered if it was the cell itself, built to disrupt communication.
I wasn't sure where we were, or what day it was. The days felt like they dragged on forever. Food was delivered twice a day through a slot that would yawn open before quickly smoothing over. It was a shock to me then, just as this route had begun to feel normal. The cell, with no doors or windows suddenly yawned open to form an archway. A sentient wearing a battle suit had strode in. Species unknown, bipedal, face covered with a helmet. My partner was tucked in an opposite corner right beside the door. Their head bobbing up, sharing my wide eyed shock.
A weapon was pointed at me, and the stranger, yet in another language, babbled. I only gave the briefest glances at my companion, before getting to my feet, lowering my head, making myself as large as possible, and giving a warning snarl. They were in the perfect position to slip out while I distracted this threat. It may not have been much, but I had grown fond of odd alien. I did not want them to get hurt.
What happened next happened in a blur. Instead of sneaking out, my companion had snuck up behind what I presumed was a guard. They shifting their stance before kicking the threat in the back of the legs. The intruder off-balanced and folded. I lunged for the gun, and before I knew it the threat was neutralized. Knocked unconscious with their helmet taken by my companion. They smiled at me, and held out a gloved hand. My yellow eyes glanced from them to the fallen guard. "You are certainly not someone I wish to be aligned against," I growl gently, taking their hand. It was a wild hope that thrashed in my chest as we hand in hand, hurried out of the cell.
