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Around two inches long that cut perfectly at an angle leaving a nasty look as well as having his bottom lip just uneven enough to show a tiny bit of his gums.

Anytime he had his mask off that scar was the first thing people saw and the first thing they would ask about.

Not the tattoos on his knuckles or anything like that. It was that famn scar.

'How did you get that scar?'

Was always the first thing put people's mouth.

For a while he would get irritated and tell them to mind their own buissness- but after a while he would just say random stories.

It had then turned into a running gag after a few years.

Each story was different, each more dramatic from the other. So given his line of work most people had assumed ot just HAD to be one of those.

'He took a grenade to the face and some shrapnel hit him'

'He had a knife fight with a Russian agent'

'He had gone to a prison undercover and got into a fight with some cartel boss'

'A cinderblock hit him when a building exploded'

Each ridiculous but different.

He would say the story in such a deadpan way it may people doubt just enough if this version he said was the real one.

However non of them were- you knew..

Oh you knew-

He wouldn't ever say the real way he got that scar. Since it had possibly one of the most embarrassing thing to happen to him on happiest day of his life.

It had been when you two had your courthouse wedding..

You two had gotten married in a courthouse at the far too young of age of 19- he had been in the military for 3 years, after escaping his homelife to start something new- the two of you having met when you were both 17 then decided to get married some time later for no good reason but teenage love.

Was it rushed?

Yes

Was it young and dumb?

Absolutely

Did either of you regret it?

Never.

There in the courthouse. Simon in a button down shirt and trousers from a cheap department store and you in a white sundress with a bouquet of baby's-breath and white lilies from the local grocery store 3 blocks down.

The two of you all smiles as you looked to each other, infront of the woman acting as the officiant.

"Do you, Simon Riley take (Y/N) (L/N) as your wife?"

"I do"

"And do you (Y/N) (L/N) take Simon Riley as your husband?"

"I do"

There you two slipped on wedding rings from the mall Jewelery store. Holding hands tightly before sharing a kiss with the officiants blessing then signing the papers.

After that, you two practically ran out together. The two of you all smiles as you passed the other waiting couples in line.

"I cant believe it! How do you feel Mr. Riley?"

"Like I got the most beautiful bride Mrs. Riley"

You giggled, hand and hand with your now husband. Who was equally all smiles.

"So on our way to the Pub for some Cele-"

Simon had stumbled then- cutting off his own sentence, somehow tripping over his own two feet as he ungrateful as ever tumbled face first down on solid stone stairs. The old England courthouse steps having decided that he would get to taste all 15 of them as he flipped into a perfect scorpion pose with a unholy cracked voice squeal to the bottom.

"OH MY GOD SIMON!?"

You screamed and as quickly aa possible in ballet flats went to get your husband of 15 minutes down from the bottom of the stairs.

Kneeling down you went to scoop up the block of a man. He sat up, face utterly covered in blood- he was wide eyed in total shock. His nose was clearly broken by the unnatural angle it was in along with his mouth a total mess.

"Fuck!"

He yelled out, The security officer near by who had saw the whole thing rushed over to you two- while you ran inside to steal as many paper towels from the courthouse bathroom to shove into your husbands face as he cursed up a storm to keep his eyes from watering. A Taxi was called to the nearest hospital as you held tissues practically in Simon's mouth.

"How did you trip!?"

"I dont fuckin know!"

The taxi driver watching the two of you in the rear view mirror as you were getting essentially covered in blood while Simon's shirt was definitely a loss cause.

Rushed into the hospital the two of you sat in the hospital hallway on a stretcher bed sincw no rooms and a pissy nurse stitching his lip closed and giving the information for a plastic surgeon.

The two of you sat together in the hospital. Shell shocked and covered in blood essentially from head to toe. Simon also with an icepack on.

"Well.. This is definitely a day we will remember forever-"

You mumbled, looking to Simon who nodded softly- his face already starting to bruise and swell.

"Think it's gonna scar?"

"Ehhhh Probably"

He looked to you- before chuckling. Lowering his head.

"So much for wanting to take some wedding photos eh?"

You gave a unattractive snorting laugh and nodded.

"Saves us 200£"

Simon sighed as he leaned back, closing his eyes with a groan.

"I cant believe My wedding day and 2 weeks out from my first big assignment and I look like I got my ass handed to me"

"I dont know you could wear a mask or something till it heals up"

"Wear a mask? Fuck 'm I that fuckin ugly now?"

He looked at you as he wrinkled his busted up nose. You shoved his shoulder playfully. Rolling your eyes.

"Just till it heals! You said you wanted to do that special forces stuff anyway. Ive seen they wear that kind of stuff in movies. Besides its only till you dont look like stairs kick your ass"

Simon laughed at this, shaking his head as he softly kissed you, which you gladly returned. Despite the fresh stitches and swelling-

That had been 10 years ago, 10 years of long nights, of petty fights, of children that kept you up all night and of unbelievable love.

So everytime you saw that scar or heard the different spun story of that scar. All you could do was smile into your drink or wherever you were as Simon would glance back at you for a second.

"Shit"

A whimper left you as you pulled again-

You had gone too far

Flew too close to the sun and now here you are.. Tied and Laid flat on your belly like freshly caught deer on the hood of a hunters car.

It was just some harmless fun, playing with the male that called you his. The leader of the Feral Clan.

The Grendel King.

And you his little ooman.

His Plaything, His Toy- The squishy little thing he held at night and relieved his stress into with a roll of his hips.

A gift to celebrate his past achievements, Something that was met to stand next to his wall of trophies and keep them clean. However you'd become someone to keep on his lap.

Past just an ornament but a pet for his pleasure and to lavish.

If anything, you'd become a bit spoiled..

Okay very spoiled

To the point were you'd been a bit miffed- He'd returned from a hunt a few days ago. However had been so much on the high of his latest catch a Xenomorph Queen that he had neglected you.

He'd spend the evenings in roaring celebration- Him and his clan enjoying the spoils of the hunt with fights and meats. You standing by his side for most of it before hed send you off to his den when it got too rowdy since you'd be injured.

It wasn't till the morning he'd return and you'd been left alone the whole evening, Wanting.

So you'd decided to poke the bear so to speak.

Having started the evening before when you'd fallen asleep naked, knowing that he wouldn't be returning to the morning right as you'd have woken up.

Faking it was too warm, which also explained the light clothing for the day too.

He wasn't stupid.. He knew exactly what you were doing and was growing more and more irritated.

Especially went you stood just outside of his reach, swaying softly or playing with some of the carved jewelry that decorated you.

Acting extra soft with a bit of meekness when you spoke with others, especially the guards near by-

The almost perfect thing to make anything with fangs stare a bit longer, Sure you were not worth a fight but you knew what made yautja tick-

However what really did it was when you pulled at the mesh that covered your thighs and ass, faking innocence as if simply adjusting to make it more comfortable. The way your softness indented through the delicate knots of string showing off what every predator Yautja or not enjoyed.

Soft Meat-

Ready to bite into and here you are showing off what could only be seen as a delicacy.

His delicacy-

And he'd caught when one of the near by hunters had glanced your way. Even if it had been a split second it had happened.. making you look to the said Hunter

And smiled innocently.

That had been were you knew fucked up, you'd seen him move from his throne in one smooth motion and start walking towards you an irritated growl being here even from were you stood.

Which had made you U-Turn as fast as fucking possible down the hallway almost jogging. That had been a waste of effort as he easily snatched you up and dragged you to his chambers- and how you were now in your current position.

That had been nearly half an hour ago.

Now managing to finally wiggling up to your knees you try to pull harder on the cord, seeing if you could slide it up the thick bone you were tied too-

A chill going up your spine as there was a deep rumbled of growls and clicks. Your body freezing as the collar lit up around your neck.

'Trying to Escape?'

He stood at the foot of the massive bed, arms crossed over his broad chest as he stared at you. That embarrassed panic as you looked back at him from over your shoulder- you knew better then to have your back to a predator.

Your breath hitches, as you see him remove the cloak of the Xenomorph spines from his back and lay it close by.

'I've found your boldness endearing'

His tone was low, The translator not translating how clearly pissed he was by the way his voice actually seemed to vibrate your body as he stepped towards you.

'But it seems you have forgotten something dire to your survival...'

His head turned to the side as his stared at your seated form facing the headboard, Growling to himself.

'You are mine-!'

He roared loudly against your head grabbing around your throat.

Not choking, Just holding to remind you that he could barely flex his hand and could take your life.

You look up at him with those wide eyes of yours, seeing the genuine anger swirling in those red eyes of his. Making you swallow thickly, His fingers feeling the lump in your throat as you did so.

He slowly begins to make soft clicks and low growls, looking you over with calculating eyes as of deciding what to do to you..

Then he chuffed- Releasing your neck and almost with too calm of a reaction as he pulled on the cord that held you in place.

You shift back and rub your wrist, looking to him as he sat on the bed and patted his thighs. A command you knew well-

Now confused, he was giving you what you wanted?

Suspiciously you moved to his lap, Feeling him removing the loincloth from beneath you and his large clawed hands fast to grip you- Tearing through the netting you had you'd to torment him.

It seemed he was impatient as well- something you had long grown used to as the

As he sunk into you slowly, A soft groan of bliss hissing past your lips

No matter how many times he'd had you- You could never get used to the stretch.

With no grace, he moved you on him.

His pace was dizzying, your legs slapping against his muscular thighs making a clap like thunder as he growled, his large hands digging into the soft flesh of your ooman flesh as he brought you down on his monsterous cock

Broken moans left you, shattered at his pace as you felt every inch he could fit into you settle in the deepest part of you.

He knew you, He knew you well. His burning eyes studying you like the prey you are. Each expression, the way you gasp when he moved just the right way to make sure to hit those sensitive buttons of yours.

As you felt yourself at that brink- it would only take one more of those rolls of his hips and

You give a loud cry as he suddently stops deep into you and his claws press painfully into your skin ruining your orgasm.

"Nonono!"

A sob ripped from you- Feeling the deep sting of his claws as he pushed you further down on his cock, nestling so deep into you that it started to hurt.

Holding you still on his cock as you felt your high simmering down much to your distress. You look to him as he slowly turned his head to one side as if curious.

'Did you think I would be awarding to you?'

He growled, you feel his tusk press into the soft skin of your cheek amused by your naive nature.

Your heart sinking as you realized what he was doing.

Just as fast he began to move again, Snapping his hips up into you as he bounced you on his cock with bruising force. Feeling your body barely being able to keep up-

Treating you like his personal fuck toy-

Which in a sense you are..

"F-Fuck I'm sor-ry! I'm sorry!"

Your please fell on deaf ears however. Nothing but ambient like the wind.

He wasn't kind.

This wasn't for your pleasure afterall, but a punishment using your sensitivity to his touch as the weapon of choice.

Your face nestles against his massive chest as a sob rips through you. Tears staining his thick skin as your nails dig into him for dear life.

Each time you were close he would stop, stabbing his claws into your skin ruining that delicious high.

Once

Twice

Thrice

And you couldn't anymore. You try to bounce on his cock when he'd stopped again but his grip was like iron.

"I-I wanna cum! I wanna cum I wanna cum!"

You screamed, a mix of desperation and bordering insantiy. He loved when you made noises like this- those gasp, whimpers and sobs from you drove him deeper into his want of you.

'Fine Pet-'

Those words made your heart leap.

A scream ripped through you, as he went back to bouncing you. A fear in you he would take away your pleasure- your bliss. Only getting your hopes up before shattering it cruelly

However he didnt

You felt that climbing high, that peak. This time not torn from you as you came, heat washing through you as a silent scream took you. It felt like too much and too little all at the same time.

Babble of messy thanks left your lips along with fat tears running down your cheeks- Feeling your body finally meeting it desperate desire of an orgasm as you shook in his hold.

However those thanks were very very short lived-

As you felt his hold tighten suddently.

Like the world moved too fast you found yourself yanked free from him and the world blurred-

Now laid with hips lifted way too high in the air and face in the furs, your eyes widening as The Warlord was holding you down by your head- The mass of his hand wrapping almost entirely around it making sure you couldnt escape.

You couldn't even squeak out another word before he thrusted into you harshly, you feeling every inch suddently sheath itself back onto your still spasming walls.

There was no cushion to catch up as immediately he pulled out fully and thrusted back in so fast you swore you felt something within you snap-

It was too much- You can't help but let a far too shattered moan out, Your hand trying to drift back to grasp at him to slow down on his brutal pace which utterly failed and if youd been successful may have shattered your wrist.

"OhGodOhGod!-"

Already feeling as he cackled behind you and hear that terrifying growl when his mandibles click together.

'Your gods will not hear you here'

The sound of your slick covered thighs shamelessly slapping against his hardened muscle and running down your legs to the bedding below.

Your trying to move your hips higher- away from the brutal fucking. But it just drove him deeper- It felt like he was rearranging your insides somehow worse the before.

A blissed scream left you as another overwhelming orgasm shattered through your body- Vision blurry as you felt your body quake.

But he didn't stop

Eyes rolled back as thick tears began to stain the pelt below you.

The collar around your neck to translate his dirty words were no more then a robotic hum in your ears.

Time was lost only hearing the deep rumbled purr as he pressed his body deeper into you.

Only feeling the overwhelming fullness as far too hot cum spill into you- But his hips never let up, his pace unwavering despite globs of him spilling hopelessly out of you.

You're ruined-

Beyond Repair as you feel your mind is mush and body pulverized into soft sweet submission.

You didn't even know how long he had been fucking you for- Knowing how now you had your face against the furs with your knees to the floor, The Warlord behind you as he growled releasing another wave of his seed into you which ran down your legs to the floor below.

Unable to hold all he had to give to you.

Your voice was raw only giving a soft crackling groan when he pulled out of you. Looking down at his work with pride.

The massive Yautja reaching down and rubbing softly with the unsharp part of his claw against your clit driving a hiccuped squeak from you. Earning a chattered laugh from him- satisfied with your reaction.

He hoised you up, Your body still boneless mess as he took the cord from before and bound you to the bed. This time facing propped up against the headboard staring at the door- legs spread as you felt him leaking out from you in thick globs.

Purring at the sight he put back on his loincloth and cloak of bones before he turned to leave.

'I'll be back later- Don't think I'd let you get off so easily. That was only for the attempted escape afterall'

A whimper left you at hearing that.

He likes affection especially physical ones in doses- but it has gotten better over the years..

However there is something that annoys him to no end..

Poking

Its such an odd tick for him-

So when you want to mess with you all you got to do is poke him and you can quite literally see his eye twitch.

Simon had gotten on your last nerves after deciding to overpack on your last date, who brings a tactical knife to a resturant. So you had gone a bit petty..

Walking past him as you gave a small poke right on his back. The man turning his head quickly at you as you saw his face twitch.

"What..."

"Mind grabbing the fresh sheets off the top of the closet?"

He nodded but clearly had a grumble. This started with you asking random things of him, Or just walking past. Not without a poke- You saw him slowly start to lose it.

Poke

Poke

Poke..

It was the final one when he was watching the game, slowly crawling behind the couch so he couldn't see you and..

Poke

"FUCKING GOD DAMN IT FUCKING BLOODY GOD FUCK!-"

He yelled loudly roaring up at the ceiling. You giggle and run away as he loses his mind in the livingroom and goes to chase you.

Price

John Price is a man who always has things planned

He knows where things are, knows how to go about it all and has a way to get around anything.

That includes his house.

John is a man who can walk through his house blindfolded and with tape behind his back without bumping into a thing-

As long as you dont move stuff..

Move stuff and it's like you through him in a thorn maze buttass naked and with a stick to navigate.

He does not know were to start or where to go.

If you move an object from its normal spot it might as well have disappeared from existence.

And when it comes to major arrangements..

Just put him out of his misery

John should not come home and when he goes to find a cup finds the plastic Tupperware instead

"The Hell.."

So he goes into another cabinet and finds dishes instead. Now a frantic search takes place for a damn cup.

He slowly begins to feel his blood pressure rise as he pulls out plates, the spices and everything he could think of the find a damn cup.

"...LUV!!"

He yelled out, Now frustrated. You walk into the kitchen and raise a brow at the man who looks so out of his element.

"Where are the fucking cups?"

"Its the cabinet next to the fridge"

John stops over and opens said cabinet as he grabs a cup angrily.

"Why did you move stuff? I cant find shit"

"I told you I was getting the kitchen reorganized when you were underway. I also redid the closets and organzied your office"

He looked at you as if you told him you'd laced the house with bombs for him to find.

Kyle

Kyle is fairly laid back, man.

He can handle many things but he does have a few pressure points.

But his worse one are things not symmetrical

He will stare...

Oh he will stare

Before finally he breaks and needs to fix whatever it crooked or off.

Paintings, Pillows- Hell he has even evened out some flowers you had in a vase once since they all leaned to one side.

It is like watching a nature documentary of a bird needing to arrange something just right. From moving a lampshade a few times till its somehow perfect.

So when you get an abstract art peice that is MENT to be crooked

He almost loses his shit

Getting home from an assignment and while he takes off his boots sees a painting at the end of the hall. There it looked like a wave going across the shore which was even by the image but the canvas itself was tilted giving it a unique effect...

"Fuckin Hell.."

He instantly tries to correct it.

"Hey love, Welcome back"

You say sweetly prepared to give him a hug and kiss but see he is totally focused and even took the painting down to look at the back of it to see why it wasnt evening out.

When you scold him telling him its ment to look like that.

You might as well have just said

'Im going to give a headache everytime you walk down the hall'

So sure he tries but everytime he walks past it he attempts to make it straight before it goes back to his corrective form making him groan and stomp away.

You actively saw the man stressing out everytime he looked at it.

It would only take a week to find the painting thrown into the garden..

Johnny

Johnny has a few things he actually cares about that are small..

Just a few things he will take a extra moment on and kept an eye on.

So ypu unfolding all the clothes.. makes his blink one eye then another like he was a frog you kicked.

Johnny has a strict thing about having things folded- he has been trained to a T on folding and making everything neat.

It was something that was weirdly important to him-

He would take a incredibly precise and almost meditative state while folding the clothes.

So when you bulldoze to grab one item in the middle of the stack or tear apart the drawer to were it looks like soup?

Yeah it gets on his last nerve.

He has folded up all blankets and towels so they were practically a masterpiece

To you in seconds reach in to grab a random towel not even looking and knocking over a stack of towels to use to clean up a major spill on the kitchen.

...

Johnny jaw dropping as he looked to you as if you had ripped his heart out.

"(Y/N)! I just folded that!"

You hear yelled out as you have the towel om the ground frantically moving it across the dirty floor in mild panic.

"Im sorry! Actually can you hand me another one!"

You were then promptly met with a towel to the side of your head.

Hong-Jin (Horangi)

Hong-jin appreciates you. He likes to make sure you are spoiled- well taken care of and content.

So You being a pushover over little things bothers him.

He will look at you as if you have grown a second head.

When you let someone just get their way or get in your way it frustrates him.

You are a strong person, he knows it. Yet you let someone insignificant talk down at you.

Standing with his arms crossed, lips curled down in a frown as Hong-jin watched the waiter completely ignore your every instruction as they set down your meal and you accepted the incorrect food.

"Say something-"

He will grumbled. When you try and strug it off or change thw topic he will feel his chest tighten as he would take a heavy breath.

Sure not wanting to be confrontational was an admirable trait but this was simply insanity.

Constantly he tried to push you to approach people with simple complaints that could bw resolved. A simple tiny mix up with change, the wrong dressing for your food, them giving you the wrong color of something.

It is something you want so why are you so okay with not getting what you want!

"(Y/N)- You deserve what you asked for. Tell them.."

When you wilt in your seat a bit flushed. He grumbles and looks around- irritated for the person in question.

"Excuse me- You"

"Hong-Jin!"

Konig

König likes to go in and out when it comes to certain things.. Choices being one especially if they are small. He would prefer to at least have some idea of what he wants so he can get back to where he feels comfortable

So being indecisive over small things

It will drive him insane..

Absolutely up the fucking wall.

Sure he knows sometimes it take a moment to think things over. He has even needed a moment to make a choice.

But taking 30 minutes to pick something low effoet is insanity

Switching back and forth constantly with something as simply as what you want to eat at the same restuant you two go to constantly.

Trying to think of what brand to get of bread

It makes him feel on edge since it means they are attracting more looks or prolonging a interaction he doesnt like.

He will try to be nice however it will slowly drive him mad.

"Schatz please.."

König will beg as he tries to keep from saying the choice he knows you will make.

So when you two are shopping for you to get a new phone he is leaned against the wall.

He will close his eyes and channel in all the calm of his body. His soul.

You going back and forth between two phones when he knows that you know which want you want.

"...(Y/N).. You want that one on the left.."

"Well yeah, but i don't know- This one is also good"

He will put his head in his hands trying not to cry.

Nikto

Listen.. Nikto doesnt like scarcity. He has known the feeling of not having enough. Of scrapping by, he never wants to experience thay again.

Listen.. He knows he eats a lot

So forgetting to stock up has a emotional grind to him.

He knows he can go through many things fairly quickly.

He has a card that you can use at any and all times. It is practically ENDLESS for you to use for whatever needs you have and whatever you could possibly ever want.

SO why do you wait till there is quite literally crumbs in the house? Or that there is barely anything in terms of house needs until its ABSOLUTELY gone.

So many times he has gone to different parts of the find there wasnt a restock.

Hell even of stuff you use constantly!

How do you not restock your own stuff!

So of course when things like that happen he will feel absolutely annoyed.

Nikto felt a twitch in his eye as he stared at the empty toilet paper bag in the bathroom. Stuck on the toilet as he felt a pain behind his eye.

"(Y/N!)"

You peak in to see your boyfriend there on the toilet- His scarred face a twisted mess of irritation.

"Где находится туалетная бумага?"

(Where is the toilet paper?)

"Oh- I must have forgotten to pick up some more"

Nikto closes his eyes and heavily sighs

This time Grendel being the host of this meet. Having pulled out all the stops, of course showing off his best.

His brood always gathering their best, showing off their own skills and even attire. Currently Pebble standing proudly with the brightest of beaded bands and wearing some of the skinned hide of her first hunt. Currently talking to one of her older siblings before she felt a tug on the bottom of her beaded tendril lock- Turning around quickly with a snarl however met with another yautja. This one clearly a sucking (baby) even if he was not that much smaller then her. She was prepared to attempt to bring them back to whoever their parents are.

There a male yautja. Not too far from her age but twice the size walked to the two of them. He was a dark mix of forest green, too light of yellow eyes like they were unbleached, woth his two bottom fangs missing clearly having his bottom two inner fangs gone and with his own nicer dressings and decoration. He looked down to them.

"Ti'am you found someone to sit with?"

"I am not a suckling stupid almost 6. "

She said clearly offended he thought she was a baby. He growled back however at the insult.

"Well Im 7 and known to be bigger then others around me. Clearly unlike you"

Pebble flared at him. Puffing up her chest as she straightened her head look up at him. Making the little bells and beads jingle.

"7 Yet you dont have your bottom fangs? And your face is too fat"

He growled at her.

"I am Amay from the jungle clan. I am the first grandson of the clan leader"

"Im Zyrethi the daughter of the desert clan leader-''

The stared the two of them essentially yelling at each other. Trying to out do each other in their skills, training, what each had more of. Back and forth.

"I have a pupil to teach. Cause im older and stronger. I bet you don't have one to teach"

Amay yelled as he pointed at his baby brother who was currently nibbling on himself having been watching the two. Pebble opened her mouth but froze- her eyes widening at the realization as the youngest she was the bottom of the sibling line so she had no one technically to teach. Amay puffed his chest and held himself in pride on his won battle.

"I knew it- No wonder my brother thought you were his peer. The youngest afterall- along with being the only one close to his size"

Pebble glared at the male Yautja growling loudly. Clenching her fist before she turned and looked seeing her father not too far- before glaring back at the stupid male yautja.

"We will see Amay…."

..

"What a brood you have"

The other leader huffed, clearly amused.

"Yes I sport 15, all my younglings are impressive and strong"

The other chief huffed- clearly having an opinion on that. Grendel and Umai a elder chief stood talking with each other aka verbally trying to outdo each other.

That was till they both heard little bells as looked between then, Pebble standing there infront of her father- angry clenched fist with a nasty look on her face.

The other leader actually blinking in surprise at the smalling youngling he had seem quite literally walking between his legs to get to her father. Absolutely ignoring the older Yautja with an amazing degree.

Grendel looking down at his own with a slight narrowing of his eyes and slight growl. Yes she was young but she knew to be respectful- she was smarter then to do something this foolish.

"Zyrethi wh-"

"Fathers I would like a younger brother please. I dont like being the youngest anymore"

She said far too loudly. Making at least the closest 20 yautja around them hear. The fellow chief eyes widening at the boldness and surprisingly loud youngling.

You coughed into your cup at hearing this. Not too far off with a few others as you had to quickly try to recoup.

Her father actually at a loss of words as he looking to his youngest. Turning his head to the side after a few moments.

"…Explain yourself"

"I dont like being the youngest anymore. I wanna take care of someone smaller then me, So I am asking for a little brother"

That seemed to be the trigger as Umai who laughed making Grendel glare in annoyance.

"My, Impressive younglings indeed. Strong willed despite themselves. Making for a honor hunter"

And that annoyance quickly melted into pride. Glancing down at Pebble then you, seeing how you actively looking at your daughter in shock- before meeting his gaze and blushing deeply making your mate huff.

"Very strong willed… We will see what can be arranged Pebble. Now go to your mother"

Pebble clearly please with herself went off to you. Making sure to glare Amay and puff herself into a nice scoff before looking away from him dramatically- the bells and beads ringing loudly as Amay stood there in absolute glowing rage Hissing to himself.

Umai watched the ordeal before giving a soft amused hmpf.

Robby was constantly all smiles and giggles from the very start. Rarely crying and when he did it was for someone to hold him.

He was oddly affectionate also

Those weird open mouth baby kisses had been something Simon had grown used to. The smell of slight baby spit up and slobber always seemed to meet his cheek whenever he had his son in his arms, even when he still had his mask on when he just gets outside of base to meet up with the two of you.

Which most would assume would annoy the stoic LT, having a babbling baby press their drooling self onto him. But it was the opposite.. He adored it even if his son he had to wash his face often.

He loved his son, every weird part of him. He saw his boy as a reflection of what he always wanted to be. What he always wanted to have..

He adored it

But what Simon adored the most was his son laughing at the most random things..

Just how Simon was sitting in the livingroom, lounged back as he sorted through the mail. Grumbling a bit as he saw the stacks of unless things in his name.

Taking another peice of junk mail he ripped it in half.

Before hearing hysterical laughter, turning to his son who was in his bouncer.

"You having fun there lad?" Simon chimed as his son laughed up a storm. Assuming the bouncer was what got him laughing. Before he grabbed another peice of mail and ripped it to be thrown out.

Then Robby began to laugh again.

Simon raised a brow before he ripped up another letter. Robby breaking out in laughter again.

"Is me ripping up trash funny?"

He almost had to suppress his own chuckle before he ripped another letter as his son laughed once more, so hard it made his little face red.

Simon kept this up for a bit, making sure to take breaks so his son could catch his breath.. Even if he didnt realize he had ripped up a few bills in the process..

You'd only 'earned' 3 of your wallet items in your stay here.. A empty gift card, a library card with the phone number scratched off and a McDonald's receipt from years back you'd forgotten to take out.

This felt like some sick form of puppy training..

These 3 items being the only crumbs to freedom being handed out by your capture for good behavior.

Aka acting like some sort of domestic wife.

Sleep in the bed next to Krueger, Playing with your son, helping cook dinner and having family movie nights.

It was bullshit..

You felt a gentle tap of plastic as you sat at the table, still staring at the cards. Marcus there as he held up one of his blocks.

"Yes Baby?"

"Blue!"

"Yes its Blue"

You smile softly, Gently taking the block from your son. Happy that Sebastian gentle teaching was taking affect- as you had kept saying, He was a awful person but a damn good father.

Marcus giggled cutely at this as he went off to go back and forth handing you more blocks.

Smiling as you connect different blocks that he would then take from you to take apart. He only stopped when he looked past you and giggled as he ran to Sebastian who was standing behind you.

"Having fun Hasi?"

You give him a soft glare as he scooped up Marcus in his arms a smirk on his lips at seeing you staring at what was essentially trash as if it could help you.

"As fun as a sandpaper dildo-"

He snorts a bit of a laugh at this, Bouncing Marcus on his hip

"Well I could consider making it a non sandpaper one, maybe something a bit more real?"

"You're never touching me again-"

You hiss, but he innocently shrugged at this, looking to Marcus who was currently babbling nothing but almost german sounding words- clearly starting to pick up at least the idea of a second language.

The idea of possibly having to at least pick up the language yourself making you grown and plop your head on the dinning room table.

"Seem lost in thought there Hasi-"

"....How long do you plan on crate training me for?"

Turning your head to face him at saying this, There was a beat of awkward silence once again. His face going blank- something you had learned he did to make it impossible to read.. It reminded you of how they described those emotionless serial killers in true crime shows.

He set Marcus down then, the boy whining at being set down

But it was ignored by your capture, who walk over to you as he took your face in his hands forcing you to look up him as by instict you tried to pull away.

You staring up at him as you saw what you feared the most.. That obsessed look in his eyes, as his lips curled into a smile over that unsettling look in his eye.

"Until it sticks"

He hummed before he placed a soft kiss to your forehead and released you.

For some reason that made it feel like he injected ice into you- a numbing coldness going across your body as you sat there.

His words sent you into autopilot- You cleaned up toys, Ate dinner as a family, You gave your son a bath, a shower for yourself into clean clothes.

And Now..

Sitting there on the new comfortable couch, You stare at the Disney movie playing on the massive TV screen.

Marcus seated on the floor staring at the cartoon with transfixed eyes.

That's when this odd knife of fear shot through your chest. Terror on your face as you stared at your own reflection in the TV screen.

Far too soft pajamas.. bare foot with Krueger arm lazily draped across the back of the couch behind you.

His words seeming to echo in your ear-

'Until it sticks..'

Now looking at yourself you could see it.. his image he made of you in his mind.

'Not like this.. Please not like this-'

You didnt care..

You had to escape.

After the movie which seemed to pass by you in a blur. The world like white noise as you went about the domestic evening. Take your son to bed after the movie, him yawning

A thought of you smothering the man crossed your mind. But you decided against it..

You knew it wouldnt set off red flags just yet. You often went to check on Marcus at night anyway.

It was irrational.. It was stupid what you are doing and you know. However this sort of primal fear.

This terror that made tou grab your son in your arms and rish out tje sliding glass door bare feet hitting the grass and break into a run to the forest.

Your brain screamed you

'Turn Back!'

But it felt like whatever gut feeling had taken control.

You felt like a doe desperately trying to flee the predator that you werent even sure was chasing you.

Praying that you had just enough time to get some level of heading before he realized you were gone.

The air was far too cold and crisp- With how fast you were running it practically felt like it was cutting through you.

'Shit Shit Shit-'

It was the only thing you could really truly thing. Besides the warmth of your son on you.

You prayed if you just kept running you may find a trail or a road, Just how you had seen in the movies. Besides you remembered kinda the direction Sebastian had drove to when he brought you here.

The feeling of mud, leaves and sticks felt terrible under your feet. But your adrenaline was stronger. Freezing for a moment you looked around, Marcus Lifting his head tired as he tried to peice together the environment but put his face back against you.

You slowly down finally.. stopping as you catch your breath.

The realization of your stupid thoughts hitting you.

'I just ran into the forest.. with my son.. in a foreign country.. with nothing to my name, nowhere to go'

"The fuck.."

It was all you could whisper out. Your bottom lip quivering as even here out on the open you were trapped.

Thats when you felt it.

It sounded like cinder blocks hitting the forest floor. Coming up to you quickly. At first the fear of a bear coming forward as you looked in the direction of were it was coming from so you could flee.

However when your eyes landed on what made the noise now finding your legs locked shaking you stare up at Kruger, This dark look on his face as he glared down at you.

This was a look you had never seen before.. this wasnt a man you knew.. This wasnt the scary person you had grown to know.

How had he even found you so quickly?..

You felt your body going cold as if he had by the harsh look alone grabbed your soul- as you stumble back, turning to run however he rushed forward grabbed you before your knees could even properly bend to escape.

You almost let out a scream but his large hand when over your face fast muffing it. Tears starting to stream down your face in miliseconds as you can't help but tremble.

Du wirst Tiere anlocken.

(You will attract animals)

He hissed Krueger took a heavy irritated breath as if willing every bit of his will power to not do something to you-

Marcus was now once again half awake looking confused, But Krueger locked eyes with you as he took him from you silently. Holding him with your sons head softly rested on his shoulder before he released your face and grabbed your arm in a tight hold indicating clearly that you shouldn't.. correction couldn't run.

You tried to move away but the harsh squeeze he gave you made you yelp in pain and finally stop.

Silently the three of you started the journey back to the house. Not a single word was spoken as you tried to keep up with Krueger's heavy march only digging your heels in a few times but his march didnt stop, Your anxiety building with each step that got you closer to the home.

Leading you back in the way you came, He released you harshly making you stumble forward and falling to your knees as Krueger set down Marcus calmly in the main livingroom.

Marcus rubbing his little face, however most likely would be awake for a bit due to being woken up.

Looking around wildly you scramble up to your feet, wincing a bit at your sore arm as you watched him march towards you- if you had to face him you'd least do it on your legs despite how harshly they shook.

"Sebastian- This has gone too fa-"

"Shut Up-"

Your lips sealed shut, Having never heard that tone in his voice with you before. You didnt realize tears were still running down your face till he grabbed your cheeks with his hand shaking in anger but clearly being as gentle as he could possibly muster and gave a squeeze making another sob break through you even when it didnt hurt.

"..You wanting to run is one thing- but into the forest with Marcus is stupid"

He growled to you, the muscle of chest meeting you as you tried to hit him and pry your face away but he snatched a single wrist holding it above your head. Your free hand continuing the act but it did nothing.

"I have every right with my son!-"

"Our Son- And no. You dont"

"You cant hold us here forever!"

'I dont want to make this bad- and i-"

"I-I wanna go home!-"

With those shrill words barely passing your lips-, Sebastian released you suddenly making you stumble. Before he walked off then, leaving you only a few moments of peace as you grabbed your arm- seeing the forming bruise of his hand.

Storming back over he held up your wallet and a plane ticket which had your home as the destination.

A glimmer of hope as you tried to grab the items from him which he quickly held higher from your grasp- Breathing heavily as you felt your glimmer of hope. Of freedom.. Your eyes flickering to the door in seconds.

"Im getting the hell out of here-! Me and Marcus!"

Krueger stared hard at you as he grabbed you with a cold look in his eyes forcing you to look forward.

"You seem to still not understand-"

"What!?- What is there to..."

Your heart sank to your stomach-

...

No..

He was forcing you to look at your son playing with blocks sleepy and yawning. Krueger releasing his hold and now holding the wallet with what you now see was a single plane ticket in view.

He'd never let your baby go..

You crumble to your knees as you begin to sob- bowing your head forward as you feel your heart shatter into peices at the realization.

"You understand now (Y/N).."

You hear him say, almost sad as he stared down at your crying form. Like he hadnt wanted it to come to this, like he hadnt wanted to see you cry.

"What's more important Hasi? Your Freedom Or Our son?"

He asked, Dropping the wallet with the ticket infront of you as you stare at Marcus who is now standing there wide eyed holding a block, Fear and worry in his eyes as he saw you sobbing on the floor.

"Mama?.."

You felt a cold wash of the fight leaving your body. Your body slack as you hunch forward sobbing into the floor almost in a ball.

The sweetest child to ever walk the earth- would chain and lock you down to this place forever...

TAG LIST

• As long as they are remorseful they may get a scolding by some - But they take it on the chin as it was an accident however now is on a bit of a higher alert.

• But the worse it is, the worse the punishment

• Now if one was to strike their own youngling and harms them using cruel violence?

• Pack it up cause that is a one way trip to having your Clan kick you out making your rouge

• It's even fairly rare for Yautja to become Bad Blood from killing a child or fatally injuring one.

• But if that's so

• OHHH BOY!

•THEY ARE THE TOP PRIORITY TO KILL BY THE ENFORCERS

• And while yes Yautja do not believe in the practice of torturing- As it is against the rules and deeply inbedded honor code.

• But

• That doesn't mean that can't beat the shit out of someone before they get executed

• Tit for Tat if you will

--

Story Time

Warlord Predator + OOC Pebble & Yua'th

This was a easy voyage, A common one they took in scouts for the latest hunt.

The clan following normal protocol. The Warlord going over different hunting grounds and potential new candidates for a good fight. However getting word of having his youngest younglings in the Infirmary was not words he wanted to hear-

The Warlord marched down the halls of his massive colony ship. His face twisted up in a snarl, as clan members quickly parted like the sea.

Having been found by R'ka one of the older females of his brood. Her face twisted up like his as she stood there with her siblings.

He actually froze- Seeing two of his youngling in this state.

Yua'th was seated having a large clawed wound on his lower left face sliced just on the joint of were his mandible met his face and across his shoulder making the flesh opened with the second medic having stopped the bleeding.

And little Pebble.. his little currently unconscious in the cot next to him, there showing A large bruise that covered her entire chest and stomach with her bottom fang chipped inward with a bit of blood still there- Making her wheeze everytime she breathed. Oh how your human ways now made a new ache at the sight

Grendel breathing was hard, trying to keep himself in check but failing. Looking to Yua'th who was awake but in pain.

'What happened-'

'Me and Pebble were down by were the engineers are.. I know we arent suppose to be there but we saw someone down there and he wasn't suppose too and he took something there-'

He spoke softly, Yua'th always having the lightest voice out of his brood even at such a young age- which made Grendel feel worse somehow.

'So.. we ran over to him and said he needed to put it back- and..'

Yua'th lowered his head to keep from crying, still wanting to seem tough it seemed. Grendel growled low in his throat as he felt rage bubbling in his chest.

However he saw R'ka there standing behind the boy showing the syringe of the glowing blue liquid to her father.

He knew what was about to happen-

'You did well. I will handle it.. they are going to give you healing salve. It is going to hurt but after you will be better and can rest'

Yua'th looked as his father confused at seeing his large hand moving and being forced to cage the youngling to the cot to not move and seeing his elder sister approach with a soft apology.

Grendel had never felt his heart shatter like it did now hearing his poor youngling cry out in pain at the salve started freezing the wound close and him forced to keep the child still for it- His head bowed to the ground till he heard Yua'th quiet down after it was over, whimpering softly.

'Rest'

He said softly as he pulled his hand from the youngling before rising seeing You and Yua'th mother rushing into the Infirmary as the Warlord angrily walked out and down the hall only closing his eyes briefly hearing your loud cry at seeing your child.

'Bring my three Eldest.'

He waved off to the closest guards to him. Walking down to the Cells at the end of the colony ship almost slowly.

'Father?'

He didn't bother turning- They were always efficient in their orders..

Vuall his Eldest child, his first born and the only of his children that met him eye to eye in terms of height and muscle. Second Eldest being Greth a rather short tempered male with a knack for wanting to run head first and then his third and first born daughter, Yensha- A strict and heavily honor bound Yautja that even checked her own father at times if she found his actions questionable. But easily able to turn a blind eye if called for it..

'A Blooded has harmed your youngest siblings in wanting to steal. Yua'th and Pebble are heavily injured and recovering'

He growled out, His bottom mandibles clicking at the end in anger. Before he started to walk towards the Cells not even needing to know if they would follow or not.

The three of them looked amongst each other- As the three Elites seemed to have a conversation in silence and quickly follow their fathers lead knowing exactly what to do.

The guards walked off then passing by Yensha without making eye contact, only placing the key of the cuffs in her open hand.

Vuall leaned against the wall of the cell opening and closing the double bladed gauntlet on his wrist in anger as Greth closed off the wing of the holding cell completely after the guards left.

Rage only in the fathers eyes as he stared through the looking glass at the male, A Blooded who had recently been climbing through the ranks fast. Seemingly his power for recognition outweighed his honor.

Already having been stripped of his valuable armor and seated on his knees in cuffs.

Yensha then pressed the key as the cuffs fell from the Blooded's wrist to the floor making the male rub his wrist confused. The door to the cell opening as Grendel walked in dominating the space not taking his eyes off of him.

'...Your desire for power clouding your honor'

He slowly closed the door behind him hearing the locked click and even testing that it was truly closed.

'Lead to you harming my two younglings-'

The Blooded very quickly realizing what was about to happen as Grendel flexed his fist hearing that deep crackling sound.

'Rending both in the Infirmary, for trying to honorably defend the Clan and to keep to our code'

The Male braced himself then seemingly a pathetic excuse to defend himself.

'The value of some runt and a halfbreed over the ho-'

That sentence could even be squeaked out before he was grabbed by his throat and angered roar seemed to rattle the door itself.

The trio outside still as they listened to the brutal 'fight' (beating) behind the door,Vuall looking to his siblings as he slid off his weapons from his person.

'I go next-'

---

Pebble hummed as she opened her eyes, a soft whine leaving as she woke up- everything hurt and she didn't like it. Looking and seeing Yua'th who was cuddled next to her also awake.

Yua'th having clearly finding some comfort in being near his sister especially after the healing sulve he was worn out and wanted the comfort of his sibling by being near her even if he was quiet looking to the side. Pebble following his gaze to their father.

'Dad?'

He sat up a bit more in his seated position. Having had his arms crossed over his chest while speaking with R'ka and now clearly greatful both his younger children were now awake- Even if fragile. Pebble went to sit up, as if she wanted ro properly greet her father but his mandibles clicked loudly and quickly at her.

'Stay'

He ordered quickly, which she obeyed laying back down and looking to her and Yua'th nodding. He had clearly gotten the same command when he first woke back up.

'Your Mothers will be returning shortly'

He spoke calmly, knowing not only would you be arriving but other mothers of his large brood of young would be arriving for the two- Injured younglings were a massive deal afterall.

'Did we help get him?'

'Yes.. He will be killed tomorrow infront of everyone'

She seemed pleased but quickly noticed that her father clearly didn't like her pleased look.

'Zyrethi- Yua'th-'

Her eyes meeting his immediately. It was rare he called her by her real name, Only in serious moments. Yua'th also a bit worried by the seriousness of their father.

'This was not a hunt, While what you and Yua'th did was honorable on wanting to protect the Clan. You two find me or your siblings next time understand?'

The two nodded softly at this, Grendel sighing in seemingly relief. Reaching out carefully and mindful of both of their injures scooped them up and brought them into his arms.

Both laid on his large chest curled into him as he purred loudly.

While his youngest Emmey was seated on the medical bed- a nice fat bandage around his head and arm in a sling as he played on his little tablet with his one good one. With the muffled sound of you out in the hallway talking to the nurse in a clearly panicked tone.

This was not how he wanted to spend the first 4 hours back home..

You had picked him up from the airport. Having left the boys as the last time you had brought all three it had turned into utter Chaos. So a quiet car ride with the two of you was always welcomed.

But who knew that would turn into a utter disaster...

Here John stood looking at his middle child crouched down while Michael had his hands on his head like he was in mid panic.

Surrounding his youngest son.

Emmey laid there like a ragdoll on the bottom of the stairs half flung from a laundry basket in a far too big plastic bike helment he got for Christmas.

Not moving-

John felt his heart drop from his ass.

His mind going from fluffy home to work- especially seeing his own boy in a helmet on the ground like that.

Flashes of the field seemed to hit him suddently- especially when you screamed.

John was gone and Price stepped forward.

It felt like he blinked and Emmey was in his arms, he looked over his son's face as he felt his heart beating in his ears- Emmey having a large cut across his forehead red with fresh blood. Price quickly tossing the helmet off his messy hair as he immediately put his ear to his son's chest. Feeling the rise and fall of his tiny chest and a steady beat.

You were hysterical at this point.

Especially at seeing your youngest bleeding.

"(Y/N) call 999. Michael- Go into my pack, Left pocket farthest to the right. There will be-"

Price stopped as the boy moved in his arms, Emmeys eyes snapped open revealing confused wide eyes. Clearly by everyone around him looking at him.

Before eyes landing on his Dad staring at him.

"Hi Daddy?"

For some reason that seemed to make everyone take a breath. Relief washing over the group as Emmey looked at them all. John let out a shaking breath as he felt warmth finally go behind his eyes, as if his emotions finally could come to him.

"Fuckin hell..."

"Moses can we surf again?"

John felt his eye twitch at that as Moses winced as Emmey told on him. The grown man growled a bit as he stood up harshly.

"Why couldn't I have one daughter!? Just fucking one! OR A CHILD WITH SOME FUCKING COMMON SENSE!!!"

He yelled as he marched right back out the front door he had came from with his youngest in his arms.

Which brought him back to now.

"So I can understand.. Michael instead of watching your brothers you 'doom scrolled' on the loo.."

John pointed to Michael who wilted in his seat a bit.

"And Moses you decided that you and Emmey would get into the laundry bins and 'surf' down the stairs?"

Moses nodded softly at this.

"Which now has lead to your brother having a dislocated shoulder and a concussion"

He wanted to yell...

Or scream ontop of his lunges

This was also the closest he had ever felt to wanting to raise a hand to his boys almost wanting to break the vow he made to not be like his Mother and grandparents.

"...youre so lucky im not like your Nan.."

He grumbled, rubbing his face- having to control his temper.

"No Lads.. Its not me youre going to worry about"

He said calmly, Shaking his head.

He slowly pointed at the closed door, into the hallway were the found of your voice could be heard.

Before the door slowly opened and you walked in.

Nope!

He likes them big.

Man will swan dive into that all day. Giving a almost giddy cackle as he sees that mountain he wants to climb and conquer.

Most dont realize this as he isn't a weirdo that screams it to the world or objectify people. He simply knows what he likes.

--

True to his instincts Kyle sat at the bar with his mates, the pint that rested on the table as he heard the mindless chatter of Price chastising Ghost over some fucked up this he had said. But Kyle head was in the direction of what seemed to be a Birthday party.

His eyes locked on you, Standing there laugginh with your friends as you took a sip of your drink.

He saw the way you smiled, how you laughed and oh how your outfit showing off every curve of you as you stood there.

Oh did it make his mouth water and pants uncomforbly tight.

While the thin red head wore a all white "Birthday Girl" sash flicking her hair as she peered over at the table of men. Clearly having an eye for one of em, probably to shack up as her Birthday Gift.

"What are ya looking at?" Ghost asked, seeing the Sargent with his head locked in.

"Birthday party"

He mumbled, a smirk on his lips. Price rolled his eyes as he slipped his drink. Glancing as he looked to the bride to be.

"Ah dont be a ass, Lass got a ring on her finger-"

"No not her- Left in Blue"

The three men then looked to were he was staring at, following his gaze to you.

"The Big one??"

Johnny questioned, raising a brow a bit surprised. Almost all of them assuming well they actually didnt know what to assume he hadnt exactly shown any interest before.

Guess they all knew now.

Gaz slipped from his seat in the booth and gave a Cheshire like smile as he set down some bills onto the table.

"Should cover my Tab- now if ya excuse me"

The rest of the team snickered at the man walking over to you with some pep in his step.

"Guess we are gonna have to stay away from his room tonight.." Ghost mumbled into his pint as the rest agreed.

--

Gaz will adore you, Praise you.

He has lived a hard and difficult life, so someone soft and sweet like you is what he wants to come home to. Someone he can hold and know he is fighting for.

Kyle adores your body, he adores your looks and loves every bit of you. Even when you shy away or get flustered at him staring, he will simply tease and chime how you 'cant ruin his favorite view'

He does get irritated when people point it out or tease- saying how you must be Rich or something. Assuming some sort of imaginary scenario instead of the simple fact he loves you.

It pisses him off to no end. He has even almost got into fights to were you had to pull him away.

You walked out at what you could only describe as an open livingroom.

Seeing Ci'tde who had his helmet was off, arms crossed as he was staring at Amir calmly.

Your son in different clothes playing with what looked like carved bone and when he saw you his face lit up as he made a series of excited clicks with 'Mama' inbetween before whimpering. Crawling to you at lightening speed which made you scoop him up quickly, before he pressed his face into your chest and clung to you.

Ci'tde giving a soft scoff at the action- almost offended by how sweet he was acting with you. Especially when you began to soothe Amir who clearly missed you.

"Mamas here baby. How long was I asleep?"

The larger Yautja watching as you began tickle your baby a bit to make him relax some. The male sliding his mask on.

'Half a Day-'

You son makes a giggle as you continue to tickle him on his side. Ci'tde pointed to Amir, mainly the little pudgy roll your hand was on.

'Fat'

"He is not fat-"

'Fat. Like Cattle'

You give Ci'tde a glare at him before rolling your eyes a bit.

"He is a baby, Babies are suppose to be round"

'Not Yautja'

"Well he is not fully Yautja-"

Ci'tde thought for a moment before nodding since he couldn't argue that. He stood up then grabbing sonething quickly and walking to you, towering over as he held up.. A metal Collar? Gesturing it to you calmly with said collar.

'Translates'

"That looks like a damn shock collar.."

'Translates'

Oh you did not trust this at all... but you did see he was taking on and off the mask repeatedly which made you think it was the only way he could understand you.

"F-Fine....If this shocks me I will attack you with whatever I can find-"

'There are no bowls near here'

You glared hard at him- smart ass, But nodded. His hand was surprising gentle as he clipped the thing around your neck. His claws easily smoothing Round your neck. You were sure he could easily plunge them into you slicing you like butter.

Suppressing the need to flinch as he secured it and you felt it hum. He then took off his mask and spoke.

'Do you understand me better?'

You couldn't help but smile, touching the device on your neck. Sure your life had turned into a Hellscape Sci-Fi movie.. But it was still at least a cool one.

"Yes. Well this is so fucking cool"

'...I wish to acknowledge my wrongs"

"Wait What?"

This threw you off, He had given you this collar- to apologize?

'I have been unkind to you. Your responsibility to Amir is very impressive and something I heavily underestimated the difficulty of'

It was clear by the way his head shifted to the side and slight rumble you could pick up away from the translator that this was foreign to him-

'Paired with taking you from Earth in the way I did-'

"You mean abducting me-"

'Yes...'

The say he said that yes made you chuckle a bit. Almost irritated by the wording you had used, but agreeing non the less.

"Thank you, I accept your apology.. Next time ill hit you with a plate and not a bowl"

This actually made Ci'tde chuckle. It was clear he found some level of amusement of this all.

That was till you heard the deep grumble not far, a clear sound of irritation from what seemed to be the entrance from an outer chamber.

The female from before- who seemed stoic like before she had taken you to get washed up.

It seemed the pity from before had once again fallen away as you were met with the same venomous stare from when you had arrived.

Ci'tde gestured to her as she approached the two of you. By the way he even gazed at her you saw the respect he held for her and you felt the hairs on your arm stand up in worry of who she was.

'She was.. My metors final mate Tu'ya'

Fuck...That is exactly what you didnt want to hear

You squeezed your eyes closed for a second- wincing as you soaked in the words. Awkwardly you looked to her, seeing the way her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Thank you.. For your hospitality"

'For the Youngling'

Her voice was deeper then Ci'tde almost like a base, rumbled more to the point you felt it in your chest.

"Still.. Thank you Tu'ya"

There seemed to be an awkward silence. God you just wished you could sink into the ground, hide from her eyes that seemed to stare through your soul. It wasnt till you nervously rubbed your neck did her eyes shift.

'Before.. I saw no Marks?-'

"Marks?"

You questioned, which made growl angrily and Tu'ya click her claws a bit. Clearly upset already.

'Mates Mark- Attached together'

She gestured to herself, as you saw what looked like a scar of almost a snake bite from hell- it was gnarly to say the least even with it healed.

You shook your head softly.

Her eyes began to burn into you as if you were lying to her, mandibles clicking as her chest began to rise and fall a bit faster. Anger and other emotions began to swirl in her eyes.

'Bones? Items?'

Your eyes welled up with tears for some reason that you couldnt quite pinpoint- biting your inner cheek to keep from making a noise you didnt want.

You look to the ground, staring at your bare feet.

'Cloth? Tool?... Nothing?..'

Even through the translator you could hear that slight desperation- the tinge of grief. It seemed as if she hoped it was something, hoping that you were more then what she thought.

Maybe a warrior

Maybe a lover

Something other then in what she saw was pure luck of something she desperately had wanted-

Something more then her in any way.

Something that made you worthy of her mate to go with you, to have his offspring with you- currently breathing which was something she never could offer.

Anything

"Im sorry"

She continued to stare at you. As if trying to process those two words to the best of her abilities, before she looked away. That stoic look to her returning as if the moment of weakness- if mourning hadn't just show.

Which lead to her gaze falling onto Amir- Who was chewing on some random ivory looking object. Growling a bit as he tried to teeth on it.

'...His name?'

You finally look up from the ground, trying to swallow that bubble of shame that made your throat burn.

'Amir-"

Her face scrunched up a bit- almost baffled.

'Why?'

"It means Prince.. Cause of the little crown things on his head-"

Ci'tde and Tu'ya looked confused as Ci'tde actually reached up and touched his own head before he connected it and grunted.

"I was actually wondering.. What would Amirs name sound like in your language? Or if it means anything"

A small olive branch you hoped. Ci'tde seemes to hesitate as you watch him break down the name in his head, before looking away as it seemed to hit him.

'Calm..Peace'

You perked up a bit, 'Calm and Peace?' That was cute and you found it nice that youre baby had a rather cute name.

"Oh, Is that considered a good name?"

Yu'ya now scoffed at you. Clearly upset- if not down right pissed at this point.

'No.. Horrible name'

Ouch..

You wanted to sink further into the ground then. Ci'tde shifting a bit uncomforble himself seemingly at the realization.

'Amir or Ay'mer is.. A- Soft name and also a word shared with a attractive yellow plant name'

You wince as it hits you- Essentially you'd name your son Tulip or Daisy. This legacy baby of clearly a powerful male in this society...

And you named him this cultures version of a goddamn Daisy-

So much for a fucking olive branch.. you think with a heavy sigh

"Of fucking course.."

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It felt sort of odd as you shifted in the passenger seat.

Glancing to Johnny you see his face also twisted up and see the start of his sweating. Shifting a bit like how you were. It wasnt till your stomach made a weird gargle did you finally speak.

"Y-You know... Maybe we should just head to the flat?"

He nodded quickly, making a fast turn towards the flat. Dead silent but you saw his face twist slightly.

The drive felt painfully long for some reason, even tho it was a rather short ride especially compared to the hotel. You swallowed back what felt like a burp you didnt trust.

"Johnny.. Imma be so serious right now.. I feel like Im either gonna shit myself or puke- or both"

"Same here Lovie.."

Johnny was sweating bullets and you were hunched forward in the passenger seat.

You felt like your stomach was making beats for Kendrick at this point.

"Who takes the guest loo and who takes the hallway one?"

"You have longer strides then me.."

"Guest it is.."

"Alright.."

Pulling into the garage the two of you focused- Johnny pulling out the house key as the two of you knew you had to sprint.

The second the car door opened you guys ran to action. Slamming the car door shut as Johnny ran like he was on a mission, you hot on his heels as he managed to open the front door in one smooth motion and run as he yelled out quite literally holding his ass.

"Fuckin pitchin like a crab got my arse!!"

You slamming the door shut as you almost scream and bolt to the nearest bathroom.

That night the echoing sounds of Johnny in the Guest Bathroom were sure to be used in a horror movie and you no better.

You had never prayed in a bathroom before that night.

But you sat there begging for someone to hear your prayers of mercy. Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Fucking Cthulhu- Hell you'd take a Fucking Magical Golden Dicked Leprechaun if it ment this would stop.

You heard Johnny yell so loudly from down the way to were it echoed-

"Its like I shat out a pineapple!!"

It wasnt till 3am that you managed to stop, mostly due to nothing being left.. now laid in the empty bathtub half stripped of your nice outfit and shoes on the floor.

You were dead silent, not having the will to move from your spot in the tub.

There you hear a slow shuffle..

Johnny walked in- only in socks, an open button up and boxers.. Not the ones you remember him putting on before dinner.

You assumed the ones he had before had been sacrificed to whatever evil spirit from the Thai resturant.

Equally drained as you it seemed as he slowly slid to the floor with a slight wince when he sat next to the tub where you were. Handing you a bottle of water which you took baby sips of as he did with his own.

The silence wrapped around you two as you nursed your water together..

"This is the worse anniversary ever..."

You finally said, Breaking the silence. Johnny slowly nodding.

"Yeah- It really is.."

...

"Least we wont forget it"

"Guess not, Be one hell of a story about how we spent our anniversary on the loo"

There the two of you bursted out into giggles then full blown laughter.

It was almost comical how absolute it was.

So him telling you know wasnt a problem

But its hard for that 'No' to actually stick

Its more of a 'No..' a grunt of annoyance than the thing you wanted.

So when you came home with a young chicken in hand and all smiles as you held it. Simon crossing his arms as his face soured

"No- Give it back"

"Please Simon! I thought it would be nice to have eggs in the morning and she was so cute!"

Simon raised a brow at you as he took the chicken from your hands and turned the bird a few times as he examined it.

"Luv these are spurs- This is a rooster"

"Really?"

Simon turned the poor young bird over and showed you, making you pout

"But he is so sweet"

"Some roosters are just well handled and he is a chick still- Dont worry he will grow into an asshole soon enough. Simply not our problem tho"

"Well, We still need a girl bird! I dont want him lonely and I still want eggs"

"No. We aint getting a fucking hen and we arent keeping him. Am I talking to a fucking void?"

The poor bird who was still upside-down gave out a few noises as if it was responding or protesting the treatment.

"But Simon!"

"I said No. Drop it"

That no should have been the end of it..

The end of the sentence, the end of the conversation the end of the whole fucking idea.

But now Simon found himself not even a month later with 4 Hens and a Rooster at his house- occasionally walking outside to set up the feed or telling the rooster who you had named Benny to shut the fuck up at random times. A nice little start of a far too homestead to his liking.

Sure he did like to sit there with his morning cup of tea and look out at the nice flowers that had been planted and the nice ible way that the chickens would go around there little coop.

But he was looking every morning he was home at the clear 'No' that had been ignored.

Which once again led him to the start of a headache when he walked in the house fresh from a mission, dufflebag still in hand as that two letter word once again filled his being.