Any and all who ever wanted a loyal, brutal and absolutely obsessed Yautja as theirs, this is for you.
Collection of all of my oneshots first published on Tumblr.
Summary: After giving birth to your first child, your body needs some serious healing to do. You were thankful to have a husband who does take good care of you.
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It took you 45 long hours of hard labour.
Many of those hours you spent awake, in pain.
They couldn't even give you pain relief, too afraid to use any dosage, fearing the side-effects of it on you or your baby.
You understood, but the pain was almost unbearable.
Due to Yautja customs, your husband had to stay out of the room, only the healer and a couple of her helpers were allowed to stay.
None of which knew exactly what to do with you.
They were used to Yautja giving birth, not humans.
Your husband nearly broke the door down, listening to you screaming in pain broke him.
And he was one of the strongest of the tribe.
But hearing his little human be in so much pain, knowing he couldn't do a thing made him extremely anxious.
You heard his footsteps from inside, loud strides along the hallway just outside of the door. It did help you a tiny bit, knowing he was right there.
But as he stopped during his steps, silence followed.
It almost suffocated him.
The complete silence was worse than the screams of pain.
He prepared for the worst.
He prepared for that he just lost his wife and child and he couldn't do a thing, but then, a loud cry.
A cry of a youngling, so loud, so strong, he fell to his knees.
The child was okay, now, he was worried about you.
When a healer opened the door, he was quick to rush in.
Your eyes found his and he felt so full.
All women left the room, leaving the couple with their child.
And once more, he fell to his knees, right by your side. He looked at the side of the bed, clicking his mandibles as he let out a sound.
"It's a boy. We have a son." he heard you, and even if human language still proved to be difficult for him, he understood the word son.
He looked up at you and then at his child, his son.
He ran a finger down your face, showing his gratitude towards you.
You were a family.
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Your son liked to sleep.
That was clear, and you were thankful for the hours of silence.
Your body needed to heal as it went through a lot.
Giving birth to a Yautja was a difficult task.
You wanted to take a bath.
Your husband helped you into the warm water as he stayed by your side in the bathroom.
Sitting beside the tub with one hand in the water to make sure the temperature was right.
He knew you needed to heal, and so, he tried his best to always help you with anything you needed. Let that be food or a bath, and even helping with the child.
He was a great father, he liked to watch you feed your son, he adored the way you would kiss his little forehead, much like how you do it to him.
His eyes never leaving you, you could have fallen asleep in the bath.
When you got out, your husband make sure to wrap you in fur and carried you into your bedroom. You smiled when you saw your son sleeping on your bed, all curled up in his little fur, sleeping soundly.
Your husband placed you next to him and you were quick to pick him up and place him on your chest.
Your little one stirred in his sleep but soon found comfort again and fell asleep.
You smiled and placed a kiss on his little head.
You looked up and found your husband looking at the two of you as he sat down on the bed.
You smiled when you saw the shine in his eyes. When you first met, you were terrified, his eyes were the first thing you have seen when you woke up, his eyes looked empty.
But now, he had a purpose, a clan of his own. And his eyes filled with love and care.
