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Hunter's Favorite

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @zehei, Tomura has been an intergalactic poacher for a good long while now, and when a potential job comes through that's for a big payout only four hours from where he currently is, he decides to look into it. But red flags start to blanket the wintery forest as he realizes the barely classified creature that he's been sent after seems far too sapient to actually be an animal. For his part, Dabi is just desperately trying to find what he needs to ensure his next heat doesn't kill him.

Contents: Sci-fi bullshit, Alien!Dabi, Hermaphrodite!Dabi*, descriptions of violence and (brief) vomiting, non-human anatomy, mating cycles/heats, size difference, size kink, scent kink, cum inflation (brief), belly bulge, eggpreg, egg laying, infertility, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, wet and messy, courtship rituals, mating bonds.

*Author's note: I am using "Hermaphrodite" rather than intersex because Dabi is not human and his species is able to produce both male and female gametes throughout their entire lifecycles unless they use medicines to stop that process.

Word Count: 22,357

Days camping in the wilderness have never exactly been Tomura's idea of a good time, let alone the wilderness on foreign, barely settled planets looking for a creature that could very well already be captured or dead. But that is what he finds himself doing as he lands his ship and starts to make his way outside. Ipra 309T is a small earth-like planet, which is a stroke of luck for him because the last one he was on had dangerous amounts of sulfuric gas making up the atmosphere, and the one before that had dangerously high spikes of radiation. Ipra 309T is a hospitable planet that in all likelihood will see a settlement brought to its surface within the next few years once the current groups of scientists finish surveying the land. 

He makes sure that he has all of the gear he needs for his stay, however long that will end up being, and leaves his ship. The cloaking device only works when it's stationary, but after the past half an hour of scanning the area, it's taken in the environment and is able to mimic it effectively, turning all but invisible to the naked eye, certainly invisible to most animals that may come across it while he's gone. Camping. In a snow covered forest. Great. Tomura is already bundled as tight as he can be and he is already wishing that he hadn't taken on this job as he starts to walk away from his far more comfortable vessel. If he were a lazy poacher he would just send out drones to look for the creature and stay in his ship, but the effectiveness of that kind of behavior is always far below what he feels like he's able to achieve by using more traditional methods. And if he wants to bag this little beast then he is going to have to be as effective as possible. 

Tomura starts to hike towards the place where the animal-- if it is an animal at all-- was spotted last. Ipra 309T hasn't been fully surveyed yet, and the first reports that scientists had given were that there weren't any sapient species on the planet. Which would mean settlers would be welcome to come and stake their claim on the land as long as they did so within interplanetary immigration guidelines. And then someone came across a pack of eight small bipedal creatures. The early reports said that the creatures had white skin and hair with long pointed ears with tufts of fur sticking off the ends and thin tails with prominent tufts at the tip as well. Their sharp claws on the hands and feet, and the mouth full of jagged fangs were very effective against the skin of humans and Varquix, because the two scientists who had come across the pack had immediately been set upon with such viciousness the human had all but dragged their companion away while he held his intestines inside after being gutted. Not a particularly good first encounter, but not that unusual. The problem is that no one has been able to get close enough to the intensely violent and territorial creatures to actually determine if they're people or animals. The other problem is that someone from Proximacard, the company that sent the scientists here to study the planet, had also gotten away with an egg from these creatures, clearly classified as BMN-019, which had been broken at some point. The embryo had, of course, not been viable, but regardless of whatever could be discovered from that, the shell itself had been exquisite. The palest blue in color on the outside with irregular rippling patterns across the surface that flashed like mother of pearl and and inside that, as it oxidized, started to glow, making the ripples along the surface cast faint patterns of the shining rainbow that had been compared to the northern lights on Earth. And the shell had 'gone missing' only for new jewelry that was worth a fortune to crop up among the most elite in two star systems, only a few pieces, but enough to have made the theft more than worth it for the person who orchestrated it. 

And that person had reached out to see if he could find someone to get more of the eggs, if not the creature themselves, hoping they could induce the laying in a sterile environment. It was a job that no one was particularly eager to take up after the early reports on the viciousness of the creatures, but some leak in Proximacard's system made mention of one of the BMN-019s that was seen roaming alone, smaller than the others and with patches of dark blue fur and skin across its body. It was unclear if it was a juvenile or if it was exiled, but it would be worth finding out. He hadn't known if he would want to bother with this job either, given the cold, but the reward for bringing it in was enough to make him go to this planet to potentially freeze to death, especially since he was only four hours away from the location when the message came through. That would all but guarantee that he would be the first one here to try and capture the creature and he was hoping that would better his chances. 

He hikes for the better part of two hours to get to the area where the creature was spotted, the forest not unlike that of a pine forest on Earth, though these trees drop seed leaves year round, the pods pale and mingling with the snow. That only means that he has a better idea of how to survive the natural environment as he finds a place that has a good vantage point and starts to go about setting up his campgrounds. The goal, aside from not freezing to death, is to be as unobtrusive as possible and be able to get the creature to come close enough for him to subdue it and get a translation collar around its throat. If the creature can talk with it on, then he'll know its a person, not an animal, and that means he can warn it that slavers will be after it and that it should probably go with its pack to the surveying crew and try to be registered as a sapient creature and the dominant species on the planet to protect them from being hunted and sold. It's not much of a boundary given the other animals he's captured and sold throughout the years, but it is better than nothing. At least he doesn't trade in people. 

Tomura sets up his camp and scatters some sensors in a mile radius around his tent, cloaked just like his ship, so that he'll know if anything enters the area. And then he returns to sit and wait. Even with the best winter gear that he can buy, he is still loathing that he bothered to look into this job and subject himself to this awful cold. 

///

Dabi wakes just before dusk and stretches his tail flicking and his ears twitching as he listens to make sure nothing is out of place around his den. There shouldn't be any, not when he's made his home so far away from the village and anything else that might want to make a meal out of him now that he's alone, and he's pleased to not hear anything that might indicate an animal has found its way to his den. He stretches and looks down at the thin bedding that he's been able to gather so far and knows that it won't be nearly enough when his cycle hits in a few weeks time, not only that, but there is a hollow aching in his stomach from not eating the day before. Ten months since his exile and he still can hardly feed himself. If he doesn't manage to make his hunting and gathering pay off soon, he doesn't think he'll survive his next heat.

He slips out of the sparse scattering of leaves that have been serving as his nest and makes his way out of the cave he's been calling home, using his claws to grip onto the sheet of ice that reformed overnight. This section of the mountain doesn't have much in the form of readily available resources, but it is just outside of the place the hunters tend to venture, allowing him to sneak along the border taking whatever he can, as well as ensuring that he is far enough away to not be noticed. Maybe someday he'll have the energy to move further east where food is supposed to be more plentiful, but for now, this is all he can manage.

Dabi moves down the side of the mountain, swapping hopping from boulders and snow mounds, up into the trees and moving through those instead. His coloration makes this marginally safer than just darting over the ground, but the white patches of his skin and fur are certainly not the perfect camouflage. Still, he can't change that, and he has to hunt.

He doesn't like to fish the river. Zerads, reptilian semi-aquatic animals with powerful tails, taloned front legs, and sharp teeth, tend to swim in small packs through it, and being alone means that he's an easier target for them to pick off, especially since his shorter reach means that he can't scare them off with his claws when he needs to. But the fish are the most readily available source of food that he can get as it is, and he needs to eat something today and every day as he works his way towards his cycle. If he doesn't-- Dabi shudders to think of the horror stories he was told killed their layers during times of famine. Eggs not forming correctly, eggs shattering inside of the layer's bodies and piercing them with the sharp fragments of shells leaving them to die slow, agonizing deaths. He has managed to avoid those things so far, but he needs to make certain that he's getting the food he needs if he wants to keep avoiding that. If that means risking fishing the river and forcing himself to eat the fish, then he doesn't really have a choice but to try it.

Dabi is about to climb down from the trees to start his fishing, when he spots tracks in the snow. He frowns and slinks down a bit further to try and get a better look. His fur bristles. The rounded toe and strange regular, intricate patterns that are pressed into the ground are not the same as the other kinds of these prints they started finding around the village a year ago, not the shape of any creature's natural foot and that makes him bristle. His ears twitch, listening all the more carefully to hear anything moving around him, but only the light breeze through the trees and birdsong in the distance. He was already being cast away when the tall creatures came into their neighbor's territory and stole the eggs from their brood layer. But from what he heard along the edges of things were that they had strange flesh, and that they left tracks in the snow with no toes. Great. Just what he needs, another potential predator to deal with. Dabi hisses at the footprints as if that will make the frustration disappear, before he continues along the bank of the stream. He doesn't see any signs of Zerads for the moment and perches on the edge to watch and wait. 

It takes the better part of the night, but he manages to spear three large fish on his talons and that take is a relief. He carries them back to his den and tucks himself into the sparse nest. The fish taste foul, he has never liked fish at all, and their bones aren't going to offer as much nutrients as he is likely to need when it comes to being able to form a healthy eggshell, but he needs anything he can get and he forces himself to take large bites and only chew enough not to choke, swallowing the mess down as quickly as he can. The egg he managed to lay last cycle casts the images of his pack along the walls, but it doesn't really make him feel any less lonely as he sits in the thin layer of needles that is nothing like the nest that they used to make for his mother or Shoto. 

///

The next evening he wakes again, not ravenous thanks to his meal the night before, but with the knowledge that he has to go on a proper hunt today. He needs to eat real meat, he needs real bones, and he is so small. He slips from his den and goes through the trees again, this time moving away from the river to try and find something he can pounce on from up high. His people can climb, but they usually choose to hunt on foot, fanning out in a semi-circle and closing in on a target when one has been located. Dabi can't hunt like that, not only because he's alone, but because his strange coloration means that he isn't nearly invisible in the snow. He blends in better up in snowy branches and he only has a chance at catching something if he takes his prey by surprise. So he learned how to climb the trees better than any other Salkeh and now he can dart through the branches looking for his prey. 

He has to travel far from his den to find what he's looking for and it is a miserable realization when he finds a small herd of Vaak curled up and sleeping. There are three babies being guarded by their mother, the animal quadrupedal with thick gray-brown fur, large sharp antlers, sharp beak, and sensitive large ears. He knows if he moves any closer, if he tries to pounce with her around, she will wake and attempt to gore him. He doesn't know if he's fast enough to kill one of the babies and drag its body back up into the trees to feast on, especially not since the babies are nearly the same size as him and he really has no hope of carrying that corpse above ground all the way back home. 

Which means he has to stay until the mother leaves in the morning to go find food for her young. His instincts rebel at the thought of not being in his den for the entire day. But this could be a proper feast for him and the bones will help his egg form so much better. He fights his instincts, resigns himself, and stays where he is, curling up to sleep until the sun rises. Hopefully the mother will leave then and he'll be able to kill the babies before she can return. 

///

Tomura camps for two days, learning through his sensors that this quiet forest is teeming with life. There are a variety of small creatures that live in the trees, many more that roam the forest, but so far none of them have been the BMN-019 that he is looking for. He, thankfully, determines this from his tent where he is doing his best to try and convince himself he doesn't hate the cold more than he hates, well, anything else in the entire universe, but still. It's not until the third day that the sensor by the river goes off and as he checks the scan that it made of the creature's body, he finally gets the jolt of electricity that goes through him when he's found his target. The image the sensor is able to project is only of the creature's silhouette but it matches what he was told to expect for the most part, though seeing the creature in three dimensions shows him just how small it really is. It barely would reach his waist if he were standing beside it. He supposes that would put him right at disemboweling height the way the first scouts were. Still, that is good information to have.

The sensor indicates that the creature stays for a few hours, but it is pitch black outside. He is not about to go trekking through the snow in a dark forest, alone, on a foreign planet. That is a recipe for getting himself killed and losing his target forever. If the creature goes to the river to eat, then he can hike closer tomorrow when the sun is high and prepare to keep an eye on the area closely enough to actually act if it comes there again. It is another miserable night to sleep in the cold, but he will certainly need the rest for tomorrow, so Tomura forces himself to settle. 

In the morning, he gathers what he needs and then hikes out to where the sensor indicated. He stays down wind of the tracks and near the tree line, trying to ensure that the creature won't spot him as he waits and watches to see if the being will show itself. The day passes without the target showing its face, but as the sky grows dark and he feels the stirrings of his exhaustion starting to pull at his senses, Tomura gets his first glimpse of the creature. Through the night vision goggles, he can't tell the exact coloration of the creature, but it does have darker patches across its body that he was told to expect and it is very small as he watches it climb up into the trees instead of going to fish the river again. He tries to move through the forest beneath it at a safe distance. It is even harder to do when trying to keep from being smelled or spotted, but if the creature leaves the canopy, then he can use his tranquilizer gun to knock it out and restrain it. When it wakes he'll try speaking to it and determining if it's a person or an animal.

The creature moves through the trees gracefully, its long claws catching the bark as it jumps from tree to tree, its tail streaking behind him and lilting this way and that to help him keep his balance as it moves. Tomura watches closely and carefully, taking note of how it moves and how quickly a casual pace is for the nimble creature. He has no doubt that it will be much faster than him if it wanted to run. It searches the forest, hunting, Tomura thinks, as he recognizes the randomness of how it scans the environment. 

It finds what it's looking for after a few hours, and Tomura lingers a good way outside of the creature's range of hearing as he sees it settle into a tree above another small group of creatures. He tries to look up the designation of those, but Proximacard's public records for potential settlers are abysmal, and he can't get into the classified ones without his ship's computer. But the animals on the forest floor are sleeping in a tight bundle and his target watches them, pacing along a branch for a moment or two before he decides to settle into the bows of the tree, seemingly to sleep. Tomura can't allow himself that luxury, and he settles to watch the creature through the frigid night.

///

It takes until two hours after sunrise for the mother to leave her babies, and even then, Dabi waits another hour, his stomach hollow and gnawing again, before he thinks it will be safe for him to drop onto the nest. He can't eat all three of the Vaak in one sitting, but he will try to kill as many of them as possible. If he does then he can butcher them for the richest parts of their bodies, gorge himself on what he can eat, and then drag back whatever he can't. He moves along the branch until he is just above their nest bracing himself for the fall. The babies sleep soundly in the snow. 

He drops down, his weight, even so slight, from that distance is enough to crack the spine of the one he lands on top of which begins to scream its agony. But it doesn't manage to move, so Dabi ignores that and instead goes for the other two that are starting to thrash and try to gouge his flesh with their beaks. But his soft fur is much tougher than it looks and the attacks slash, but cannot pierce without them putting the force of a true bite behind it. He twists to find the throat of the second baby and sinks his teeth into the flesh, tearing out the throat and pulling away to find the third before it can even gurgle its last breath drowned in blood. He knows it will die, and he needs to ensure he takes the third as well. That one he throws his body on top of as it tries to flee the nest, stabbing his claws through its ribs and rending its insides into shreds. It collapses beneath him and the one that was screaming its pain only screams for a moment longer before he returns to it and snaps its neck completely. Dabi licks at the blood on his mouth, satisfaction humming through him, as he sees the feast he has made for himself. He listens carefully to ensure the mother isn't rushing back to her nest, and when he doesn't hear any movement but the breeze through the trees, he separates the bodies from each other so that he has room to work. 

If he were home, if he had a pack to keep him safe, he would be much more meticulous in skinning his kills. but right now he just wants to be certain that he eats his fill and has the best parts to bring home with him. He uses his claws to carve the muscular back legs off, the thick bones inside will be full of marrow and will make the consuming of those more pleasant. He opens the chest cavities to find the liver and takes the bulk of fat and meat from the abdominal section as well, getting many pounds of it that he knows will be very hard for him to take back home with him, so he eats that first. Dabi barely chews, knowing that will make it take longer to fill his stomach, and the meat is so slick with blood anyway that it goes down his throat easily enough. The more he can get inside before his body feels full, the less that he will have to waste or carry back with him. 

He is about halfway through the first body before there is a distant click and then a sudden, sharp thud against his thigh. Dabi yelps, startled, whipping around with his teeth bared to try and find whatever hit him. But there isn't anything that he can see. Still. He doesn't like that and quickly checks to ensure that his fur beneath his skin is unharmed before he pulls back and gulps down two more large fistfuls of meat before he grabs a section of one of the baby's intestines. He squeezes out as much filth from them as possible, and then he uses those to lash the legs together so that he will have an easier time of carrying them. He still doesn't hear anything, so he climbs back up into the tree with his spoils, and starts to make his way back home, hoping to get there before the fullness sets in and he's able to sleep for the rest of the day, knowing he won't be hungry for the next several. 

///

Tomura sits back in shock as he watches the tranq dart hit the creature's back flank and bounce off into the snow. He ducks lower in his cover as the creature, small and definitely his target with its patches of dark and light fur, whips around to see what hit it, but the dart is lost in the thick red-stained snow. When the target doesn't find an obvious source of the pain, it goes back to its food. From just watching the creature, Tomura can't determine if it is more or less animal than he was expecting. He only knows that it is particular about the sections that it eats. It's not until a few minutes later as he watches it use the innards of one of its kills to tie the limbs it selected to take with it in a bundle, that Tomura starts to lean towards this being a sapient species, and not an animal. Using tools is not always a clear indicator of a species having human-level or greater intelligence, but it certainly lends itself to that interpretation. The target goes back up into the trees and despite his exhaustion, Tomura follows after it again. He wants to know if this creature has a den, or a pack, or anything that could help him understand it better. 

They trek back through the forest, back to the river, and then he watches from the denser forest as the creature scales the side of the mountain, moving through snow and rock until it slips away into a little crevice in the stones and Tomura loses sight of it. Well, that is something, he supposes. He knows now, at least generally, where the creature is making its home. He goes back to his campsite so that he can sleep after such a long day and dreads his next steps. He may not be certain, but he is more suspicious of this creature being part of a people, not an animal , and that means that he not only won't get the payout for this job, but he will have to decide if he's going to risk trying to make contact with it, if only to tell the creature what danger it and its species are in if they don't get registered by someone as a sapient species. 

He would much rather go back to his tent to sleep, but instead he hikes all the way back to the carcasses that the creature left behind, the mother of them nowhere to be found. He goes to the bodies and carves out as much additional meat as he can, getting a few pounds of it that he knows will keep in the cold. Then he heads back to his campsite and packs that up as well before moving it much closer to the river and where the creature makes its den. It's only once he has all of that re-established that he makes himself sleep, already dreading the next few steps he has to deal with in this situation he's found himself in. 

///

Tomura ends up having to wait another day and a half before the creature comes out of its burrow again. It goes off into the trees and he slips out of his tent to leave some of the strips of meat near where it climbs down from the mountain. He also makes sure to leave a strip of cloth that has his scent on it. There's about a fifty-fifty chance that makes the creature start to associate him with food as a provider or as a potential target, but he would rather get the target to start smelling him a bit. Maybe it will make him less likely to tear out his entrails when he does end up having to approach the creature. 

After another hour or two, it comes back, hesitating in the canopy as it spots the meat. It watches and waits for forty-five minutes before it carefully moves down the tree and over to the pile, ears rotating as it listens for anything beyond the sound of the rushing water. But it investigates the meat, finds the cloth and gives it a sniff, and then takes that along with the large bundle of seed pods and pine needles back up to its lair. Tomura is starting to wonder what else he could leave there for it that might tempt it to stay longer, but after about five minutes, the creature comes back down the side of the mountain to retrieve the food. It snatches it up quickly and darts back up the side of the mountain and he's glad he has more of it. 

This routine continues for three more days. On the first he leaves another bit of the meat and another little piece of cloth for the creature before it leaves its burrow for the night, and when it comes down the side of the mountain it paces around for a long while before it takes a chunk of the meat to the river. It catches a fish with it and Tomura's stomach sinks as he realizes that it was testing it for poison, as it makes the fish eat the chunk and then keeps a hold of it in the water. It hangs on for half an hour before it seems to determine the fish is not going to die unless its claws sink in on accident, and it leaves the fish be before gathering the cloth and the food and going back up into its den. It doesn't come back out for the rest of the night. 

On the second he leaves what is left of the meat and a small sensor. He doesn't know if the creature will figure that out or not, but if it takes it into its burrow, then Tomura will be able to see if there is a whole pack waiting inside. He watches and the creature ignores the offerings tonight, instead going to the forest and gathering more plant matter before coming back and picking up the meat. It pauses as it finds the sensor, tapping at it, even biting on part of the edge and Tomura is mildly dismayed to see that corner shatter right off. The creature spits and sputters as it tastes the metal and plastic and lobs the whole thing into the river before it takes the meat and vegetation up to its den. 

The third day, though he loathes to do it, he gives up one of his thermal blankets. He has more than one, and he takes the one that he's been sleeping with and that has been saturated with his scent to where he has been leaving his offerings and then sits, just on the edge of the treeline, only hidden enough so that he doesn't think the other will spot him immediately when it comes down the slope. And he waits again. 

The creature comes down, investigating the blanket and not treating it as if it's food, thank god. Instead the creature starts to make small soft chirps and purrs as it picks up the fabric and bundles it to its chest. He can see the creature smelling it, its tail swaying softly over the snow as it closes its eyes and presses its face into the fabric. Tomura is struck with how cute the creature looks as it does so after seeing how vicious it was in its hunting before. He hesitates, but he shifts slightly, making himself a little more visible and the creature's head snaps up out of the fabric, its big, bright blue eyes scanning the area and locking onto him quickly. 

It bares its teeth and hisses, "Egg thief!" Short, sharp guttural sounds that Tomura can't understand before it drops the fabric like it's burned him before it darts back up the side of the mountain and disappears again. 

Well. He can't say that went exactly as planned. 

///

Dabi watches from the edge of his burrow as the egg thief waits about an hour before moving over to the bundle of soft, warm hide and begins to fold it. He doesn't know what animal it was made of, but it felt so good under his skin, smelled good and masculine the way the other little hide strips that had been left with the food from before did, and his stomach sinks. He had thought... he had thought, just for a moment, that he was being courted by someone. That some other exiled or lonely person had found him and was trying to give him food and materials to build his nest so he might be more inclined to let them join him when his heat comes. But instead the egg thief, one and a half of him tall and still would be towering at least two heads above even his father, with its thick blotchy skin and reflective insectoid eyes, had been trying to trick him. The thief makes the hide neat again and then goes back to the trees. Dabi watches him until he cannot see anymore, and even then, stays perched in the entryway for the rest of the night, ensuring that the thief does not come back. When the sun does finally rise he goes to his half-formed nest and starts to eat again. He got so much more food, both from his main kill and from the thief bringing everything he couldn't take as offering, but he will still need to go on another big hunt or another few smaller ones before his heat comes. He had been so excited about the hide, it would have easily filled out the rest of his nest, but now he will have to work twice as hard to get everything he needs so that he doesn't die during his heat. 

He eats and forces himself into a fitful sleep when the sun rises. Tonight, he decides, he will finish his nest, with or without that hide. 

///

When Dabi wakes again he pokes his head out of his burrow. The hide is where it was before and he scans the trees to try and find the thief for a few minutes before he darts back down and snatches it from the snow and brings it back up. He shakes the thing out, trying to find anything in it or on it that may be dangerous, but all that does is kick up the air around him and leave his burrow soaked in the scent of the thief. It's a shame that he smells so good, like crisp water and a musk that speaks of being a hunter that makes Dabi feel the first stirrings of arousal. He pushes that away and tucks the hide all around his nest, so big and soft that it fills it out perfectly and makes it much cozier. He wants nothing more than to get right back in, but if he wants to have his heat be perfect, to make it easy after the last one nearly killed him, he needs to do more. 

Dabi goes back out and spends the rest of the night gathering more and more of the seed pods to break, opening them letting piles and piles of white fluff come out that he can stuff under the hide to cushion him from the floor and keep him and his egg as warm as possible even as he will be sweating to cool off desperately. The one thing he will say for being on his own, is that no one seems to be hunting this narrow strip of territory, so finding places where piles and piles of them have gathered isn't very hard. 

He brings them back and growls when he sees the thief, a blotchy white and gray dot on the edge of the trees again, and it stays where it is, even lifting an arm to ensure that he has taken notice. 

"Leave!" Dabi snarls in the creature's direction, holding his pods tight, debating if he should attempt to kill the creature or if he should continue hiding in his burrow. He doesn't know if that thing can climb with its thick, nubbly fingers and feet with no toes or claws to grip the ice and stones, but the rumor had been they also travel in pairs. He doesn't know if he's seen one or two of the creatures, but the hide only smelled like one. 

"I don't mean any harm." The voice that comes out of the creature is even more unsettling because it doesn't have a mouth. It makes sounds that are too regular, that must be speech of some sort, but that Dabi cannot understand, and it does so without a mouth. He doesn't think that it’s an unfair reaction for that to frighten him enough to dart back up to his den as fast as he can possibly go. The thief doesn't chase after him, but he stays in the clearing for hours after Dabi has hidden himself away. 

///

The next day the thief is gone. Dabi combs the area, he smells around and finds the place where his scent goes strong enough that he thinks the other may have made its own den, but he doesn't venture too close, afraid of getting trapped on the ground. But the scent smells a little stale, and the day after that it is even fainter. Fine. Maybe he moved on. Dabi certainly has to if he wants to get the food he will need to push him into his heat that he can feel getting closer by the day. He tries to hunt, but he doesn't have the luck he did before, and before the night ends, he's back at the river, doing his best to snag a few disgusting fish to just ensure his stomach stays full.

When he wakes again, it's with him coming sharply out of sleep with panic roaring through his veins as the smell of burning fills his den. Oh stars, oh no, no, no. Dabi keens mournfully as he leaves his nest, his den, his eggs behind as he runs out of the cave, needing to get as far away from the forest fire as--

He bursts out into the sunlight, and there is smoke on the air, but the trees are not burning. Instead, down below, the egg thief has a small fire, contained in a circle of stones, and beside him is the carcass of a full-grown Vaak. The egg thief looks up at him as he bursts out into the sunlight and lifts its hand again. 

"Good morning." 

Dabi cannot understand the words any more than he can the sight laid out in front of him and he stares down at the egg thief. The creature has removed the outer layer of its face, and he distantly realizes that must have been a hide or something that he was wearing over his head. Because he does have a real face, eyes that remind Dabi of his own though they are smaller and the color of blood, his hair is long and white, but it has been tied back into a bundle at the back of his head, save for a few wavy sections that spill over his face. He has a nose and lips, but his ears are smaller and stuck to the sides of his head instead of the top, and they do not twitch or rotate the way that Dabi's can. He has markings, but they are smaller than Dabi's own, just some texture across his lips and around his eyes, and two short little stripes over the side of his mouth and one eye. 

The thief lowers his hand and pulls a stick out of the fire, then sets it to the side. Dabi watches as he moves over to the vaak's body and carves another section of meat from its corpse using a sharpened something that shines brighter than even Dabi's jet claws. He then pulls the chunk from the stick and the bloody piece and looks back up at him, offering both. He stares and after another second the creature speaks again, 

"I'm not going to hurt you. Come here and have some food." The words are foreign and confusing, but the tone he uses is low and soft, only just loud enough to carry to where he is perched, and he knows that tone from how his mother spoke to his younger siblings. Does he think that he is a child that he can steal away? 

Dabi hisses at him. "Go away!" 

The thief tosses the two pieces of meat up the side of the mountain, to on top of one of the boulders that make up the rocky face a few feet below him. "There's plenty for you to eat if you come down to see me." 

He's torn between hissing at the other again, possibly leaping from the stones and trying to get his claws and teeth into his throat and watch the blood gurgle there until he chokes on it, and... accepting the... courting presents. That must be what these are. Only a potential mate would bring things for his nest, would bring him food, would talk in that tone of voice? Did the thieves realize they couldn't steal away the eggs, so they decided that they would court a mate for them instead? Dabi hisses at him and stomps his way back into his burrow to go to sleep. 

Some thief. He curls up into a tight ball in his nest and tries to go back to sleep, his nose still filled with the scent of the strange creature. He clearly doesn't know that Dabi is alone because he's not worthy of having a mate in the first place. 

///

Tomura keeps the fire going and he slowly butchers the animal he caught the previous day into neat sections. He carves away the legs and breaks them down at the knee joint so that the thick flanks are separated from the thin ankles and hooves the way he had watched the target do with the babies. He takes out as much meat as he can and separates the liver as well. It's cold enough that the corpse will keep for days, and the smoke of the fire, rather than attracting any other creatures, seems to have very effectively scared them all off the way that his target had looked so frightened as it came barreling out of its den to the smell. 

Tomura has a miserable knot in his gut throughout the day. That creature made different sounds at him when he tried to coax it closer with the food. Not just hisses or growls, it had very clearly waited for him to finish speaking and then deliberately articulated, his ears pinned back and his teeth bared in a snarl. He can't pretend that this isn't a person anymore, but that just makes this all so much worse. Other people won't care, they'll do their very best to hide that fact for as long as possible, they might even try to figure out how to lobotomize the creatures when they get them into captivity so they'll just be egg producers for anyone who wants to indulge in the beautiful shells. He is a criminal on thirty planets for the animals he's hunted, but at least he knew those were animals. He hasn't ever done something so vile to a person, and the thought of leaving the strange, vicious, fluffy little creature to suffer whatever fate the next poacher inflicts on it is not something he can stomach either. 

It's a few hours after sundown when the creature reemerges from its den and it pokes its head out, sees him, and actually hisses this time, his ears pinned back and his tail whipping around behind him. Tomura wishes that he could just use the translator himself, but if this is a completely unregistered species, then it won't have the first clue how to translate his language for him, the model not nearly as advanced as others on the market because he hasn't ever needed a more sophisticated one. 

"I have more food." He offers calmly. The creature hasn't tried to attack him yet, and he moved into the center of the snowy field, far enough from the mountain and the trees so that he's certain it won't be able to pounce on him from above like he saw it do when it hunted before. 

"Go away! I'm not a mate!" The creature pairs the words with a big arm motion, trying to shoo him away. Tomura ignores that and gestures for him to come down, then picks up another piece of meat and offers that. The creature looks at him incredulously, stomps one of its feet and huffs before it moves parallel to him until it can jump from the edge of the stones into the nearest tree, then it disappears again. Tomura leaves the meat behind, puts on his goggles so he can see, and follows after it.

He doesn't bother to sneak this time, just staying a few yards behind and keeping one hand on the hilt of his knife just in case it lunges for him. But otherwise, when the creature carefully descends from the trees to start to gather even more of the seed pods, Tomura starts to do the same. Mirroring is something that many species do to show that they're not threatening, and he hopes that his mirroring will help to make the creature less frightened of him. The small creature spots him doing that and glares at him. 

He's much closer than he has been to his target before, and he can see human-like features in the set of its face. Its eyes are larger than a persons and its irises are such a bright blue that Tomura doesn't think he's ever seen that color occur naturally before. It has a small pointed nose and thin well-defined lips that cover the sharp teeth when it isn’t sneering at him, all of them sharp but its incisors are much larger on the tops and bottom of its jaw. The fine, tough fur that covers its body is littered with patches of dark blue under its bright eyes, across its cheeks and down the lower half of its jaw to his collarbone, along its arms, stomach, legs and chest, more dark patches than light and it sticks out fiercely among the snow. It has four fingers on each hand and three toes, long black talons curving off of each like a raptor, the back of its ankle even has a larger dew claw that he has seen the creature use to grip onto branches and stones. Its tail is long and thin, topped with a thicker tuft of longer fur, and its head has hair, not just fur, a shaggy mess of it that looks like it was hacked into the spiky shape around its head and spilling over its forehead and cheeks by the creature's claws. And it really is so small. Maybe four feet tall. Tomura is almost never the tallest human in a room, but he feels like a giant when he looks down at this creature. 

His target hisses at him again and makes a shooing motion and Tomura shakes his head and offers it more of the seed pods. It huffs, takes what it's gathered, and climbs back up into the tree instead. That's fine. For now, Tomura has the time to be patient. 

///

It takes another three days. Every evening when the creature emerges from its den, Tomura offers it bits of the frozen carcass, and he can see the creature's resolve starting to waver at the massive feast that is being offered to it. But it tries to tell him to leave anyway. He stays. He brings more of the seed pods too, he digs through his things until he finds another blanket, not a thermal one, just a thin, small scrap of fabric that he hasn't used in years, and he offers that as well. 

And it takes three days, but the creature finally huffs, paces around, and eventually descends. It still skirts around the edge of his little area and Tomura tries to seem calm and relaxed, very carefully gesturing for it to come closer as he offers some of the meat. The target stays back, darting in just close enough to grab one of the legs instead. It goes halfway up the mountain again as it starts to eat and Tomura lets it do so. He watches as it sets into the frozen flesh ravenously, crunching through the bone and swallowing the marrow and shards as easily as the meat. It manages to eat the entire thing, looking up at him constantly like it's waiting to be attacked, but Tomura just keeps trying to be calm and unthreatening. The creature eats the leg and then eyes the other butchered pile of meat. Tomura offers it again, 

"You can have as much as you want." 

The creature looks nervous and tired, but it comes a little closer again and takes the frozen liver. That was the only specific organ he noticed missing in the babies, and Tomura hoped that would be its favorite. It takes that and gobbles it up as well and Tomura waits. It slinks over to the river to drink, keeping one eye on him the entire time and Tomura watches quietly. There are another few minutes of time that pass, but the creature does eventually come a  little closer, keeping the fire between their bodies. 

He lifts a hand and presses it to his chest. "Tomura." 

The creature considers him for a long moment, then mirrors the motion, "Dabi." 

And Tomura is finally able to breathe a little easier as he offers the blanket too. 

///

He doesn't understand why the thief, Tomura, seems so bound and determined to court him, but after days of him sitting outside of his burrow and the feast he procured a constant offering promising Dabi that his heat will not be one of misery, he finally breaks and goes to actually get closer to the other creature. Tomura moves slowly and carefully, like he is trying very hard not to spook him, like he's a frightened animal, but he wonders if the size of him is what makes that a necessity. He's so large compared to others of his kind and he clearly is a skilled hunter to have taken a Vaak alone and without claws or sharp teeth. They sit together for a few hours and the thief periodically offers him more food. Dabi declines. He would love to gorge himself, but he can't let himself relax that much. 

About halfway through the night, Tomura very slowly reaches into a pouch on the side of the hide that he is wearing over his body and Dabi bristles, but he pulls out a strip of cloth that has a darker square of what looks like the same material as the hard puck that had been left with the second offering of the meat. It's not something that he recognizes and Tomura holds it between his strange hands. He lets Dabi examine the cloth from his side of the fire and then brings it up to his neck, miming adding it to what he is already wearing before pulling it away from his neck and pointing to him. 

For him. Something to wear. Dabi wonders if this is a courtship item from his culture, if the puck was too. He isn't certain that he should accept it when his eggs will never be fertile. If the creature wants to be his mate, then he should know that. Dabi shakes his head. He doesn't know how to tell the thief that he isn't worth the time and effort that he is putting into this courtship. He puts his hand low on his pelvis, where the pouch of his egg will form as he gets into his heat and he whines softly, shaking his head again. 

The thief frowns at him and puts the hide back into the pouch and then offers Dabi more food. It would be sweet if it weren't so sad. Dabi takes that offering and then leaves the fire, going back up to his den, but Tomura calls after him. He half turns to look and sees he's offering another hide, a bigger one like the one he's already added to his nest. Dabi's chest tightens so sharply. This creature is trying so hard to be a good mate. He carefully approaches, still worried that he might lunge for him. But Tomura offers him the hide, letting go of it when it's in Dabi's claws, and he pulls it to his chest. It doesn't smell as good as the other did, it's not as thick, but it's still too much to give someone like him. 

"You should leave." He tells the other, putting the hide back on the ground between them, and using his other hand to try and shoo him again. "I can't be your mate." 

Tomura very deliberately shakes his head. Dabi churrs, huffs, and goes back up to his den. 

But Tomura is still there and waiting for him the next morning. 

///

He offers the scrap of hide for the next day and a half, and no matter how often he rejects it, how frequently Dabi tries to tell him to leave, even resorting to throwing handfuls of snow at the other to try and chase him off, the thief doesn't waver. And the longer he lingers, the deeper that a warmth starts to bloom in his body, telling him again and again that he needs something, and that something should be a mate now that he has plenty of food and a warm, safe nest for his egg. It's those instincts he has been trying so hard to ignore that have him reaching for the hide. Tomura confuses him when he withdraws it, trying to get him to come closer. 

Dabi is still wary, but he moves so that he's within arm's reach of the other creature, his claws ready to go for his throat if he tries to harm him. Tomura mimes wrapping the hide strip around his own neck again and then gestures at Dabi. Oh. He hesitates, his ears pulling back and his tail flicking wildly, but he forces himself to tilt his head back and bare his throat. Tomura moves very slowly as he leans into his space and Dabi gets a stronger whiff of his scent, the warmth of his skin sending him purring softly even through his nervousness as he prepares himself to attack if this is a trick. The thief brings the hide around his neck, and the bit that was like the puck is heavier than the scratchy hide. He slots it into place and there's a soft whirring sound that comes from the thing that Dabi doesn't understand. Tomura leans back out of his space and smiles. 

"There, can you say something for me?" He can't understand the words, but the other mimics speech and Dabi frowns. 

"What is this?"

The whirring gets louder and then Dabi startles as there's a little shock against the side of his neck like when there is lightning in the air. 

"It's okay--" Tomura says in his language. Dabi's head whips back to him and he snarls. Tomura holds up his hands placatingly. "It's okay, it's not going to do that again. It just had to connect to you so that you will be able to understand me. You can understand me now, can't you?" He lowers one hand very slowly to one of his pouches and extracts a little... shell? Something hard and shiny black that opens. He takes a rigid larva out of it and raises it to one of his strange ears, slipping it inside. 

"I--I-- if you could speak all this time, why were you--" he gestures as if that can encapsulate all of the stranger's behaviors up to this point. 

"I can't speak your language." The other tells him, "And you can't speak mine. This earpiece," He points at the thing he stuck inside. "And that collar, connect us so we can understand each other now." He waits to see if Dabi has anything to say to that, but he is just stunned and quiet. He has never heard of such a thing. "My name is Tomura Shigaraki, I'm a human from the planet Earth." 

There's another long pause, but eventually he makes himself croak, "I don't have a pack name anymore." 

Tomura frowns slightly. "Is that different from 'Dabi'?" 

He barely manages to nod. "'Dabi' is my name in exile." His chest tightens, "I was expelled from my pack-- I'm broken, my coloration is wrong, I still lay even though my brother was chosen to be the nest barer--" he has to tell him these things, he has to get this... human to understand that he isn't worth all of this trouble, that he can't be a mate. "My eggs aren't--" 

"People, other species from places besides this one," Tomura cuts him off, his eyes intense, "Want to steal them from you. They think that your people are animals, and they want to steal you away so that you can lay the eggs for them to sell." 

His stomach lurches sharply. "...What?" 

Tomura takes a breath and starts to speak for a long time. 

///

It takes several hours, the sun rising on the clearing again, by the time Tomura has finished telling Dabi everything that he needs to. He doesn't have the training that planet surveyors do to tell a new native species that they are not alone in the universe, but he does what he can. Dabi listens to him, he only asks a few questions, and he can see the small creature grappling with everything he's been told. 

"...I can escort you to the Proximacard settlement where you can get your species registered as sapient and start negotiations with them--"

"They are the ones who told your people," he has never had a qualm about his profession before he hears how Dabi says that, "To steal our eggs." He whines low in his throat, "Would they even listen?" And there's a hopeless fear in his voice that scratches at that bare bit of conscious that has kept him here trying to figure out how to help Dabi and his people, Salkeh, instead of leaving when he realized that they weren't the animals he had thought he should expect. 

"I don't know." He admits and then, before he can use his better judgment and stop himself, he goes on, "I can also take you off planet to the nearest hub. I can bring you to a galactic outpost, and you can get registered directly with someone there who isn't associated with them. They'll work out what they can do to help make sure it is a lot harder for anyone to come here and try to hurt your people." 

Dabi looks so forlorn and helpless for a long moment. "How long would that take?" 

"The nearest planet," that he can go to and that doesn't have an outstanding warrant against him, "Is about a day and a half's flight. I don't know how long getting completely registered will take, but just going and telling them that your species is a people and not animals will make them send non-Proximacard people here to make certain that Proximacard isn't doing anything illegal-- like trying to take your eggs." 

"I... okay. They'll have to find someone else-- I'm an outcast. I can't speak for all Salkeh." 

"Now that I have a sample of your language, they will be able to reach out in your people's tongue. Hopefully that will be enough to keep anyone else from being disemboweled?" 

Dabi shrugs weakly, like he doesn't know and is too caught up in everything else that has already happened to make a decision now. 

"You can take some time if you need it," he offers reluctantly. He doesn't know what learning this kind of thing about the world would do to a species that is still in the hunter-gatherer stage of evolution. He's not even certain, as far as legality goes, if Proximacard would be allowed to set foot on this planet if they'd known about this. "But not too long. I'm not the only person who is interested in your species." 

"Okay." Dabi reaches for the collar. 

"You can leave that on, unless it's causing discomfort. I'll leave in my earpiece. If we are within ten yards of each other then we'll be able to talk." 

Dabi's hand drops away and he just nods, barely looking at him. 

"You can take as much of the meat as you want too." 

"...I'm not giving you my egg." 

"I don't want it. I just brought this because I was hoping that you would talk to me if I showed that I wasn't a threat." 

Dabi's ears pull back, not into sharp points, but almost flat down into his hair and his tail curls around one of his ankles. "...Right. Of course." He doesn't take anything else as he goes back up to his den. It's too far for him to hear the other's voice through the piece. 

///

The next time he sees Dabi is well through half of the night and he is going to have to tell the other man that he is diurnal, not nocturnal, because he is seriously starting to feel the lack of sleep he's been getting over since arriving here. Dabi slinks down the edge of the cliff and comes over to the carcass, picking up another leg before he drags it closer and starts to gnaw on it. 

Between bites he asks, "Do you not eat meat?" 

"I do, but I don't know what on your planet is safe for humans. We have people who determine that through different methods, but I don't have the equipment for that." He takes the water bottle from his belt, "If I didn't have this, I couldn't even safely drink the water on this planet. There are some planets where I can't even breathe because of the different environments. If you come with me, when we dock, I'll have to call the outpost and they'll send someone to see you to determine if you can leave the ship safely, if not, they'll probably come with us back here to fully register you." The only reason he's bothering to take Dabi instead of just going himself to tell them is because he doesn't want the guy to get captured or killed by any other poachers that may arrive while he's gone. He can't even just try to put a call through to the proper authorities because it will be filtered through to Proximacard because they have settling rights on the planet and they'll just report back that the Salkeh are not conclusively a people. Bringing Dabi somewhere it won't be possible for that information to be buried should help actually keep his people from being rounded up and sold to slavers. 

Dabi rolls those things around in his head for a minute and crunches into the bone of the leg again. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"What?" 

"Do all of your people lay eggs?" The translator has assigned his speech the masculine forms of words, which is how Tomura has been able to guess his gender now, but he has no visible sex organs or any recognizable secondary sex characteristics that he would have expected from another creature. 

"...We're not supposed to." Dabi mumbles, hunching in on himself and making his already small body even tinier. "Packs are made of a mated pair and then whatever clutch they are able to raise over the years. The mates pick one of their children to be the one to continue the line and they are allowed to keep laying throughout their life and look for a mate, the other children become the hunters and guardians for the layer. My youngest brother was picked to do that for my family, my sister, second brother, and I were supposed to be hunters, but I kept laying anyway. I tried to stop it, but it only delays it, and it makes me sick." Dabi hesitates, but he keeps eating, and when he swallows again he mumbles, "They sent me away. We can't sustain a pack that has two layers, and my coloration isn't... right. I'm too noticeable when we hunt." 

"I had a hard time spotting you at night going through the trees." It's not much of a compliment, but the little creature looks so forlorn that Tomura wants to try to offer something comforting. 

"We normally hunt by foot, during the day. I'm... compensating for my shortcomings." 

"If you're surviving fine on your own then your differences aren't shortcomings." He says a little more firmly. That, at least, he can be genuine about. "None of the rest of your pack have survived alone, have they?" 

Dabi considers the words, considers him, and then shrugs slightly, his tail flicking a bit. "I don't know." He shifts, turning slightly away from him as he focuses on his meal, making it very clear he's finished with this line of conversation. 

Tomura doesn't push him on that. He's supposed to be building trust with the other man. He doubts he'll get him onto his ship otherwise. 

///

Dabi isn't sure about any of the things that Tomura tells him. He didn't know there were other people out in the sky, he didn't know there were worlds that were like his but not, that the creatures invading their forests and stealing their eggs were looking for something pretty rather than stealing them away to eat. What he knows most sharply from his conversations with Tomura is that... he isn't looking for a mate. He never was. He only gave him the things he did to try and get him close enough to put the collar on him so they could speak. Tomura brought him gifts to tell Dabi what danger he is in, and that is all he did it for. He never intended to do anything else. 

And Dabi is aching with his hurt every time he goes and curls into his big, warm, fluffy nest with his stomach full. His mother had never had such a lush nest, his father and all of them had never been able to provide her or Shoto such luxury when their heats came. But Tomura doesn't seem to know or even understand any of that. He only means to try to do right by his whole people. That shouldn't sting so badly, but as the smell of the human fades and fades from the blankets, it's the scent of his sorrow that replaces it. Not even the monster his people feared could want someone as broken as him. 

///

"Tomura?" Dabi asks as he comes to the fire. Tomura finishes adding the sections of wood that he gathered earlier in the day and looks up at him. The smaller man looks up at him, his ears pulled down again and his tail flicking by his ankles, like a guilty dog. 

"What is it? Did something happen?" 

Dabi shakes his head slightly, but his head is still down. "How long will it take?" 

"A day and a half to travel there, but they should send someone to the docking bay immediately when I tell them you're with me. I don't know how long they would make me confine you to my ship as they checked you out, but I don't think it would be more than a few days, otherwise they would probably just have me bring you back here so that you wouldn't be off your planet for too long. Maybe a week?" He hopes that it wouldn't be longer than that. He's already spent a lot of time on this job and he's sure the file is properly in circulation now. If they don't sort this out quickly, then the likelihood of other Salkeh getting taken away is absolutely going to go up. 

Dabi shifts on his feet. "I can't leave for two weeks," he says and Tomura wants to argue. "I need medicine if I'm going to try." 

"Medicine?" 

"It's almost time for me to lay my egg. I can hold it off, but I need the fruit from a special tree. If I have enough of the fruit I can push it back for a little while." 

Tomura would almost laugh if Dabi didn't sound so dire as he speaks. Every species on every planet has their own versions of birth control, it's just something that is slowly becoming apparent as a universal constant. "Okay, I can help you gather it if you want." 

"I need you to go get all of it." Dabi tells him. "We only plant the trees on the edge of a claimed territory, and I'm not allowed near any. If they smell I was by the tree, they may come to... hurt me." 

"Okay, where is the tree?"

Over the course of the next few minutes, Dabi gives him directions that Tomura maps out with the sensors that he's placed around the area, and he gets a detailed description of the tree, though it shouldn't be too hard to spot given that it is much smaller than the species that is dominant all throughout this area. The fruits themselves are the size of Dabi's fist, so around the size of an apple, but should be dark purple with a fuzzy white layer of hair along their skin to show they're ripe. 

He would rather not travel at night, but with time being so important, and now knowing the other Salkeh are diurnal, he would rather go to the edge of their territory under the cover of night. Just to lower his chances of getting disemboweled, if at all possible. So he gears up and heads out, Dabi staying behind and watching after him as he goes. 

///

The trek through the snowy forest is, thankfully, not as difficult as he feared it would be, though the cold and moving carefully through the snow does mean he's going much more slowly than he usually does. Still, it's worth it when he gets to the tree and finds that it is filled with the fruits exactly as described. He pulls a small folding bag out of one of his pockets and starts to pick the ones he can reach, going a bit higher than the ones he imagines will be easier for the Salkeh who live in this territory to get to. Dabi said to bring as many as he could, and he's guessing he'll need to eat them every day that they're gone, so he fills the bag with nearly three dozen and makes his way back to the campsite. 

Dabi is waiting for him, inspects the fruits and starts to take them up to his den. 

"Dabi, we should leave as soon as we can." He warns. 

"Tomorrow?" The creature asks, his shoulders hunching in on himself. "I... might be sick after eating some of these. I need a few hours to adjust." 

He doesn't really want to put the other man on his ship, on the first vehicle that he's ever been on, when he already might be at risk of throwing up, so he concedes to that. "Okay, I'm going to go back to my ship and sleep and in the morning I'll gather up my gear and then fly the ship back here. Do you need more food for the trip?" The Vaak that he hunted for the other is still only half eaten, though he supposes that's not really a surprise, the creature was the size of a moose. 

"No," Dabi mumbles, and Tomura isn't going to say that the creature has ever been jovial or even all that talkative, but he certainly seems more dower than he has been before. Part of him wants to ask if pausing his laying is painful or dangerous, but the fact of the matter is that him not doing it could be far, far worse. So he just says, 

"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon?" 

"Yeah." He slinks back up to his den and Tomura extinguishes his fire thoroughly before going back to his ship. It's a lot of hiking on very little sleep, but he can sleep for a few hours in the ship, and the autopilot will be able to cover him on the way to the nearest settled planet. 

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Dabi doesn't dare curl up in his nest as he eats the raca fruit. Tomura brought him plenty and he purged his stomach as much as he could while the other was gone in the hopes of getting their toxins into his system as quickly and thoroughly as possible, but he still will have to eat so many of them to try and stall the heat that he can feel sitting on the edge of his awareness. He waits until he can't hear Tomura crunching through the snow anymore and then he slips out of the den and takes the first fruit from the bag. The plump insides are bitter and sour as he eats it, the taste immediately making his stomach lurch, but he quickly tears the hard pit from the insides and gulps down the soft pulp of the rest of the fruit in a handful. It has barely hit his stomach before he is reaching for the next, and the next, and the next. He eats them until his whole body feels hot, the fur across his chin is sticky and wet, his claws are soaked, and he's sobbing softly as his body tries to revolt. 

He only manages to hang on for another two fruits before he can't any longer, shifting away to empty his stomach of the fruit that tastes the same crawling up his throat as it did going down. Dabi means to move back to the bag and continue the miserable feast, but the stress and pain in his body are too much, he was too close, and a cloying, sickly warmth starts to bloom through his veins. He stumbles as he tries to stand, dizzy and even weaker than he usually is as his heat swells through his body, barely managing to drag himself back into the safety of his den before his legs give out beneath him. 

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Tomura lands his ship in the clearing the following afternoon and spends the next twenty minutes boxing up bits of the Vaak to bring along for Dabi to eat. He knows the other doesn't drink as much water as he does, but he also goes about ensuring that he takes several gallons of the water from the river for him. He makes sure that his ship has fully filtered through the air that was inside, runs a decontamination sweep on the thing, and then leaves the bay doors open to take in as much of the pollen, air, and anything else that the planet might have that will hopefully keep Dabi alive. He usually knows how to adjust his ship's environment for his cargo, but he also usually is going after a known species. He doesn't know if Dabi's race is so delicate that a change in humidity or slight fluctuation in pressure could kill him, so he does his best to calibrate all of his systems to keep him safe for the journey. He even lowers the heat so that it will maintain the temperature of the planet, even if that means he's going to be miserable for a few more days. 

And by the time he's done all of that, it's well after noon, and there is still no sign of Dabi. He waits another hour and the alien still doesn't appear. At the end of that hour he goes up to the base of the mountain and calls, 

"Dabi?" He knows the creature's name, and even if he's out of range for the translator, he should be able to hear him anyway. But he doesn't get a response. Tomura hesitates. He hasn't climbed up to the creature's den. At first it was out of fear that he was hiding a vicious pack inside that would tear him to pieces, but after that, it was entirely because he was worried that doing so would encroach on the other's territory and make him feel unsafe. He needs Dabi to trust him and to be able to trust the other if they're going to be in a confined space together for a few days. 

But he also said that the fruits could make him sick. He debates with himself for another twenty minutes, but then he goes back into the ship, gets his climbing gear. The distance from the place where he's seen Dabi disappeared and the ground isn't all that much, but given the icy surface of the stones and mountainside, he would rather be safe than sorry. It takes him another twenty minutes to climb up to the ledge he always sees the other duck into, and even just a cursory look around has him locating the narrow entrance to a cave along with the half-empty bag of fruits, the pits of them, and a pile of what he can only guess is frozen sick. Concern lances through him and he goes over to the mouth of the cave. 

"Dabi?" He calls softly. 

The earpiece crackles to life and he hears a soft, distinctive whimper from deep within the cave followed by a sound he can only describe as a sob. Tomura's stomach sinks. 

"Dabi, are you alright? Can I do anything to help?" 

"T-Tomura," He whines again at the end of the word, and he takes a tentative step into the cave, having to crouch down a fair bit to fit inside. 

"I'm going to come inside, okay?" The other just lets out another weak sob and Tomura doesn't know if he could feel worse about this situation. He's never thought he was a particularly good person, but the realization that he made a newly discovered species cry before he even found out if they could laugh is a truly miserable thing. The other doesn't protest, just giving a pained moan, and he moves through the narrow channel, his nose slowly starting to pick up on a sweet citrusy smell that vaguely resembles lemongrass. It also gets warmer, much, much warmer as he goes, the sunlight dimming behind him, but not going so dark that he can't see anything, because there is a faint blue-green light emanating from deeper in the cave. 

He finds out what that is at the same time as he finds the larger opening. He is on his knees, crouching low, as he sees four eggs, four of the sought-after shining eggs spilling the aurora borealis along the walls and ceiling... in the shape of four figures. They're crudely carved, but they're clearly shaped in a similar away to Dabi. Four Salkeh watching over Dabi who is curled up in what he can only describe as a large, fluffy, makeshift bed built around the blankets he gave the other. 

Dabi mewls at him, a sound that is distinctly cat-like, his bleary eyes blinking up at him, shiny and wet with his tears, his thicker fur pasted to his forehead from his sweat. And it is very warm in the den, Tomura realizes distantly as the small alien writhes in the nest, spreading his legs and showing the hard, flushed cock and dripping cunt, the lips nestled around his base like his dick has replaced where he would expect a clit to be. He feels his face heat and starts to move away. 

"Tomura," Dabi reaches towards him, milky tears slipping over his cheeks. "'M sorry," his voice is watery and thin and his gut sinks. 

"It's alright, I'll wait for you outside--" 

Dabi keens at him, trying to sit up, and when his hands can't reach him, his tail wraps around his wrist. He reaches for the appendage gently and even just the lightest touch has Dabi moaning so loudly, putting all of his sharp teeth on display. "N-need to lay--" He whines, his claws clenching around the blanket and twisting to press his face deeper into it. 

"Okay, that's fine, Dabi." Embarrassment is a heat tingling down his spine as he sees the alien in such an intimate moment. His first instinct is to extract himself to give the other some privacy, but that wars with what he knows about childbirth in his own species alongside the watchful figures that Dabi has made for himself crudely out of his eggs. "Do you want me here? Should I keep watch at the entrance to make sure no one else comes in?" 

Dabi whimpers and his tail pulls on him. "You'll stay?" 

His mouth is dry as he croaks, "If you need me." He's not expecting Dabi to start to purr. He's also not expecting the other to force himself to sit up, claws tangling on his sleeves as he tries to pull him weakly into the nest. 

"T-thought you weren't--" Dabi loses the words in another loud purr as he tries to get him even closer. "Mate, my mate?" 

"Mate?" He doesn't want to push the other away, worried about hurting him, or accidentally getting his gear shredded on those sharp claws, but Dabi is purring and pressing in even closer, shoving his face into his neck and breathing deeply to scent him. 

"Please, please, please. Such a good mate." The other tells him desperately, trying to hook a leg around his hips and pull him closer. "Bringing me food, protecting me, helping make my nest--" Dabi lets out a strange mixture of sounds that the translator can't make sense of. "Be good," he promises, "Be a good mate for you." 

"Dabi," he says as gently as he can, "I can't be your mate." He hates having to say the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, but, "I don't know if we're compatible." And then he wants to slap himself because that should not be the thing that he said. That shouldn't have even crossed his mind. He should have told the other he didn't know those things were-- oh, oh! Is that why he had been so despondent? He thought he was trying to... court him? Tomura's chest tightens as a few more milky tears slip over Dabi's cheeks, his face stricken. 

He's an idiot. He's beyond stupid and this is a terrible idea, but he can't stomach that look on Dabi's face. He can't bear the thought of hurting this creature like this any more than he could leaving him to get captured and abused by some other poacher. He whimpers softly and Tomura... settles more fully into the nest. Dabi's body feels like an inferno, the heat reflected and retained by the blanket he gave him. 

"How can I make this better?" Should he be helping to shift him into a different position? He looks down at the other's stomach and it doesn't seem to have any visible swelling, though he feels like it should given the eggs around the cavern are nearly the size of a pineapple. 

Dabi, maybe his brain cooked through with the heat of his body or the arousal that is making his pussy gush and his cock drip, pulls on him again, his tail shifting from his wrist to up between Tomura's legs. He nearly yelps at the touch, and Dabi chirps and purrs so loudly when he feels his cock beneath the thick fabric. "Mate, mate, mate," he can't tell if the word is a term of endearment or a demand, but Tomura supposes for a species that doesn't constantly have their genitals on display, his body must seem... eager to him. He doesn't know if it's better or worse that he is. That despite everything else, all of the messy things that are happening, Dabi is cute. He's pretty so flushed and needy, his body desperate to be fucked full, and the purrs and moans, the pleading whimpers and whines, how needily he's pulling on him to get him close-- Tomura hasn't had a partner in ages now, and one so eager puts an ill-gotten heat under his skin. 

"Are you sure?" His voice is rough and desperate himself, almost wanting the alien to come to his senses and turn him away. 

"Please, Tomura, hurts," he whimpers, pulling again. 

"Tell me how to make you stop hurting, beautiful." He murmurs, reaching for his gloves. He's burning up, sweat already prickling at his skin beneath his gear, and as he sheds those, Dabi starts to pull more insistently at his jacket. That joins his gloves, his boots, his pants and the thermals beneath all of it, he strips away layer after layer of clothes, and Dabi watches with some fascination as he does. The heat in the cavern is enough for him to barely feel the chill of the outside air that's coming from the entrance. When he's naked too, his cock starts to harden as Dabi spreads his legs wider, letting go of him to keep his sharp claws away from his skin. The fur around his cock and cunt is matted down with how get he is, and Tomura gives into the urge he's had since he saw his dart bounce harmlessly off of his fur, and lets his fingers trace along the fur over the outside of his thigh. 

Dabi purrs again, and the fur, for as tough as it must be, is extremely soft, but dense. It's cloud-like in texture, but there seems to be so much of it, despite how short most of it appears. He tries to gently press his fingers into it, but no matter how warm it is, he doesn't feel the texture of skin beneath, too thick for his touch to sink in. His tail wraps around Tomura's wrist again, grip tight around him, and he brings his hand from the outside of his thigh, to over top of it and then, "Please," he pleads as his cock twitches, the skin there visible and flushed with the heat of his blood. Tomura's breathless as he very gently rubs his fingers along him. Dabi still moans so loudly, back bowing so sharply that he worries he might have hurt him. But he didn't, he's just breathlessly needy as he tries to get more. 

The slick along his cock isn't dissimilar to his own pre, to the vaginal fluid that leaks out of an eager cunt, and when Dabi doesn't growl, snarl, or try to twist away, he lets himself wrap his hand around his length. His cock is the right size for his body, but it's still so small compared to him. Everything about Dabi is small, and he is easily able to have his entire length smothered in his palm, feeling little regular bumps and ridges along his underside that he hadn't been able to see well, but that feel almost as solid as bone beneath his burning velvet skin. It could be bone, he considers distantly. Some species have bones there. It's hard to focus on any coherent thought when Dabi's pretty blue eyes are squeezed shut and he's writhing, his little hips fucking up into his fist and his pretty lips open on  every gasp and moan that he's letting out. 

"Tomura, Tomura, Tomura," the alien keens and he has to stroke him, has to twist his wrist and pump him, slowly increasing the pressure until he finds the things that make him feel good. He thinks he knows when a fresh pulse of slick streams out of his cunt, soaking the blanket beneath them and filling the air with more of that lemongrass scent. "Inside, please, please, need you, please--" 

It's perhaps the only time any human man has ever said, "I don't know if I'll fit, baby," and actually meant it, actually been uncertain. He doesn't know if Dabi can take his cock, certainly not without stretching him for it. But he does take his other hand and drag his fingers through the thick puddle of his slick. He makes sure his fingers are coated thoroughly before he brings them to the puffy lips of his cunt and starts to rub at that soft skin gently, watching with fascination as his anatomy opens for him. The lips spread wider, his cock gets a little longer as it pushes even further out of his body, and he can see the little hole between his legs more clearly. Tomura keeps his touch gentle as he circles him with a finger, and more slick rushes to meet him as Dabi moans and he hears his claws pierce through the blanket. Tomura circles and rubs, but the muscles are soft, giving, and just as eager as the rest of Dabi's body. 

His pussy squeezes around his digit deliciously as he pushes it inside. It's probably a miracle his slick isn't burning off his skin and that his vagina doesn't have teeth or spikes or something inside. It's just hot, wet, and tight, sucking at his finger as he presses it in all the way to the base as Dabi sobs his pleasure. He tries to go slowly, feeling half-crazed as he feels Dabi's body trying to suck at him to get more. He strokes along the soft muscles and feels them give and press back as they undulate against him and he is achingly hard himself as he imagines how tight they'll squeeze him if he can actually give Dabi his cock safely. 

Tomura can't help it, he doesn't know what the other man would want, he's not even certain how the Salkeh normally mate, but he is only human. He leans over the creature's much smaller body and he catches his panting mouth in a kiss. A mouth that is full of sharp teeth that are strong enough to rend bone, that he should be terrified of despite how small and sweet the other feels beneath his lips, but Dabi knows this. His people have a concept of kissing, because his mouth is messy and eager against him, kissing back as his arms wrap around his neck to keep him there and his legs try to wrap around his hips to bring those closer as well. He manages to hook his thighs around his hips, but he can't pull him all the way in, and Dabi lets out a frustrated chitter as he uses his tail to wrap around one of Tomura's thighs and try to pull him even closer. He can't help the breathless laugh he lets out against the other's mouth, and he starts to press in a second finger to try and quell some of his need, stroking his cock in time with the movements along his walls. 

That doesn't calm the creature at all, and he uses his sharp teeth to nip at Tomura's chin, the points dangerous, but not breaking his skin as he does. "Mate me, correctly." He demands, digging his dew claws into Tomura's back just hard enough to put a tantalizing sting of pain under his skin. 

"I'm opening you up, Dabi." He murmurs, drawing his fingers back and pumping them in more deliberately. Dabi keens, his back arching as his cunt gushes around him. "You're so small, little one," his own voice getting rougher as he feels the deceptively delicate body against him. "I don't want to break you." 

"Break me if it means I'll be full," he demands, pounding a fist weakly against the back of his neck. 

"Such a demanding little size queen." He can't keep the warmth out of his voice. 

Dabi curses. The translator knows it's a curse, but it doesn't know how to translate the saying, not having enough of a sample of things on Dabi's world to pull from as he does so. "You are a bad mate!" He snarls, but he's not pulling away, he's just whining and it should not be as endearing as it is, making Tomura's insides warmer as he presses a kiss to Dabi's cheek, 

"Let me give you one more and then you can try my cock, alright?" 

It seems to be enough for the other man because he angles his hips up into his touches again and Tomura presses in a third finger. It already feels like a tight squeeze, but even then the Salkeh doesn't seem satisfied, his cock dripping and such an angry red at his tip, his hips constantly rutting up to fuck himself harder on his digits. He presses more kisses to his cheek, down along his slender neck, chancing licking at his fur which is such a strange textural experience against his tongue, but the other's fur tastes the way it smells, with a strangely herbal tang coming through as well. He doesn't know if he should stop, if he's accidentally going to poison himself by licking at the other's flesh, but Dabi starts to purr even louder as he gets impossibly wetter and Tomura quickly dismisses any hang-ups about the texture. He'll hack up a hairball if it means that he can keep making Dabi feel good. 

He takes the third finger easily enough, and Tomura hopes that means that whatever this state is as he prepares to lay his egg means that his insides are as elastic as they must be for that task. He doesn't want to tear the other open around his cock that he guesses must be much larger than any that Dabi has had before just based on the size of his species. He withdraws his fingers and Dabi starts to purr even more loudly, the sound rumbling out of his chest like a warp engine switching gears, and sending vibrations across both of their skin. Tomura smears the fluid all over his hand along his cock, the touch there making his own need more than insistent as just the cursory strokes make him desperate for the release he was trying to ignore his body craving. 

When he lines up, Dabi pulls on him again. His head looks too big for him and as he does start to slowly press inside, the stretch of Dabi's cunt is deliciously obscene as it spreads so wide for him. The pressure and heat is blinding as he pops his head inside, Dabi's body convulsing around the intrusion and then tightening so much Tomura nearly sees stars as Dabi's cock twitches in his hand, his cunt gushing, his seed spilling thickly all over his hand and stomach as the other comes from that first stretch of him. A heady rush goes through his body as those muscles start to loosen again as Dabi writhes and moans against the nest, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight as pleasure seems to wrack his body. He pushes in a little harder, a little deeper, and the other keens, but his body opens for him. He sinks all the way inside and Tomura thinks he's going to lose his mind. He's so tight, so hot, so wet. Dabi's body clings to him, texture along his walls that isn't like any human or alien he's ever fucked before. 

And he's breathless when he sinks all the way inside and he can see the press of himself as a faint shadow along Dabi's stomach. He tries to roll his hips just a bit, and he can see the muscles in his abdomen flutter, can feel them, and he can see how the movement shifts inside. Fucking hell. He's not certain he's ever felt his arousal burn this hot beneath his skin and it's only made all the stronger when Dabi opens his eyes just a sliver so he can see that shining blue and his breath trembles as he demands, 

"More." 

He can't really stop himself from giving the other everything that he can. Tomura fucks into Dabi's body, starting slowly, but as the alien moans and squeezes around him, his cock still hard even after his orgasm, and makes it so abundantly clear that he wants every inch of him that his body can take, he can't hold back. Soon their movements are rough, shifting the blankets beneath them, his mouth dragging over wherever he can reach as he looks for places to make both of their pleasure burn hotter. Dabi doesn't have nipples or a belly button under his fur, but he does have a place on the side of his neck just under his jaw, where a sweeter scent is mingling with that of his slick, and his eyes roll back when he sinks his teeth in there at the same time as he thrusts as deeply as he can go into the other's body. He makes such a wonderful symphony of sounds as Tomura tries to write pleasure into both of their bodies, switching between moans, chitters, and purrs constantly. 

His breaths are growing heavier, the heat between their bodies nearly unbearable as they move, and his pleasure starts to go so hot, tightening the muscles in his thighs and through his pelvis. His balls are drawing closer to his base as his orgasm pushes on his nerves. He doesn't know how Dabi knows that he's getting close, but he starts chirping, making short bright sounds as he tries to pull him closer, his tail wrapping tight around one of his thighs to try and drag him in deeper. He's not expecting his cock to hit something deep inside of the alien's body, something that twitches and flutters against his head before it latches on like there's a tiny mouth sucking at his tip deep inside of Dabi. The surprise, the sensation of that is what sends him over the edge. He lets out a rough groan as he is held deep in the other's body, cumming hard and shaking as his orgasm lasts much longer than it ever does normally. And he just keeps cumming. He's certain that it should be painful, that his body shouldn't be able to give the other so much, but there is a little bulge forming on his stomach where his tip sits, where he's filling the other's body. Tomura can't help the thin whine he lets out as Dabi purrs and purrs as that place inside of him pulls out every drop of cum that he thinks he's ever been able to produce in his life in, god, it must take at least a minute or two, and when he's finally finished, those internal muscles finally let go of him and Dabi slumps bonelessly to the nest, his cock softening and his body letting Tomura pull his out. There's an aching oversensitivity there and he ends up shifting so that he doesn't crush the other beneath him, laying back on the blanket and just trying to catch his fucking breath. 

And then Dabi shifts, half crawling on top of him, his face pressing tightly up into his neck, his tail tangled around one of his legs, and his arms back around him, clinging to his body, and he starts to purr and purr. And Tomura decides he doesn't give a single fuck, he's too busy petting at the soft fur all along the alien's body. 

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Tomura, for as much as he seemed confused about the mating process at the start, is a good mate for him as his heat swells through his body. His cock is so much bigger than any Dabi has ever seen before, but he supposes that shouldn't be a surprise when he is a much bigger creature in general, and he feels so good inside of his body. Dabi doesn't know how he ever could have pretended to be satisfied with his own tail before when he fills every space of him and gives him so much seed that it leaves his breeding pouch distended with the fluid as his egg forms. And Tomura's body is different underneath his hides. His skin is warmer and more of one even color save for when he's flushed, and he isn't covered in fur elsewhere, which he supposes is why he needs all of the hides that he wears to stay warm. And he's... good. He's sweet. He brings him water, both warmed by a fire outside to help clean up the stickiness from his fur and cold from the river to drink. He brings him food when he's hungry, and he gives him his cock again and again whenever he craves that impossible, delicious fullness.

And being so full, getting so much from the other in such a short period of time means that it is barely three days before he feels that hardness forming low in his abdomen. It doesn't hurt, it's just a different kind of pressure and he is purring and purring as he feels the egg becoming more and more solid. He's never been able to form his egg so quickly and he immediately knows that this will be the shortest heat he's ever had. he's not certain if that's because Tomura was able to fill him so thoroughly, or if it's because he made sure he was so well-fed throughout his entire preparation period, but he doesn't care either way. Even if the egg won't be fertile, and none of his eggs ever are, it still puts something deep and satisfying in his body as he realizes that he will be able to lay so easily for once in his life. 

When his body finally starts to feel as though the pressure is getting too great he starts to nose at Tomura's neck, chittering and chirping to try and get him to wake from his sleep. The human pulls him closer, into his side and presses his face between his ears, nuzzling sweetly into his hair and making Dabi's whole body even warmer and softer. He's a good mate. He's warm and soft, and more affectionate than his father ever was with his mother during her heats. He hopes Shoto finds a mate this sweet someday. 

"What is it, little one? Do you need it again?" He murmurs, his other hand moving down Dabi's body, he touches his lower stomach, feeling the harder press of the egg beneath his skin and Dabi moans softly. His cock is starting to harden again, the pressure inside of him putting good pressure everywhere, just like the other's cock. 

He chitters, rolling onto his back and pulling at the human, being careful of his claws. For as strong as Tomura was to be able to hunt a Vaak so easily, without his hides on, his skin is soft and easy to break. He doesn't want to hurt the other. So he is careful as he gently pulls at him and gets him between his legs. He needs the other to fill him again, to make sure that his walls are already soft and gushing to make room for the press of the egg as it comes. 

Tomura doesn't hesitate to help him get out the egg. He presses inside as he kisses along his neck, licking at his mating gland. He's nibbled on it a few times throughout his heat and each time he does, Dabi only grows more and more desperate for him to bite at his properly. But Tomura doesn't have the same kind of bump on his neck and he worries that he won't be able to give him that. Maybe humans do something else to show that they have taken a mate. He doesn't know. He doesn't have the focus in him to bother to ask. All he cares about is how good it feels when Tomura rubs their cocks together, when he presses his length between his folds and moves against him to stimulate his nerves until his lips are puffy and his cunt is wet and dripping, making sure he coats himself in Dabi's fluids like he wants to soak his scent into his skin before he's even gotten inside. But then he does start to push in and he goes absolutely breathless. Stars dance behind his eyes as his body is made to stretch, and stretch, and stretch open as the other creature makes his insides part around his length. 

He can't be blamed for how good that feels, can't be shamed for how quickly just that entrance and the first few gentle rolling thrusts make him tremble through the heights of his pleasure as they come crashing through him. He certainly does not think he can be blamed for that feeling so perfect that Dabi feels his egg loosen itself from the walls of his breeding sack, and before his mate has even cum to slick his walls further, it is starting to shift slightly lower. Dabi keens, not having words for the feeling of that pressing against the inner muscles that are usually so tight to hold in his mate's seed inside, being stimulated at the same time as they press on his outsides as well on each deep, languid thrust from the human. Dabi can hardly breathe. Normally laying, even when he was allowed to do so, was painful. It was so much pressure and such sharp discomfort as the egg pressed out of his body, but now he is dizzy from how good it feels, the movement on each side of that ring coaxing it open more and more. He feels delirious as he realizes that he's opening up for it without the agonizing cramping that usually comes with this part of the process. 

Tomura mates him slow and deep, one hand, his hands are soft, his claws thin and trimmed back to the beds of his fingertips so that he can't rend flesh, moves to Dabi's cock. He's still hard from how his body is forcing more and more blood there to make laying easier, and that further spike of pleasure opens him enough for the muscles inside to latch onto Tomura's cock again. He's never been able to mount another, but it must feel as good for the human as that suction does for him, because each time his body is ready to receive his release and attaches to him, it hardly takes long for him to shudder through his own orgasm, the first pulse of his fluids sending Dabi into another of his own. 

And as soon as his insides tighten, his egg starts to move. he unlatches from Tomura's cock, and he lets out a soft sound of surprise before he pulls out, seeing the bulge in his stomach beginning to shift. 

"Oh," he breathes, bringing a hand to Dabi's stomach and pressing lightly. Dabi moans as his pelvis tingles with fresh pleasure as the egg moves. It feels heavier than it normally does, though he supposed that's because he hasn't been starving for two weeks before pressing out an egg with a shell barely thick enough to hold. He can feel the ridges and patterns of his shell moving along his walls this time, the sign of a well-formed egg that makes his whole body hum with pride. "Already?" Tomura asks, sounding awed as the bump disappears from the surface of his stomach, as the egg presses into his vaginal canal, and his hand moves lower too. He spreads Dabi's lips wider without even needing to be told, the mixture of his cum and Dabi's slick easing the way so that he can press out the egg. It's not an hours-long struggle that leaves him completely drained this time. It's an easy, gentle slide, his insides already so stretched and used to the delicious feeling of Tomura's cock pushing in so deep. Dabi purrs and purrs as the egg slips free of his body and settles gently into the soft nest beneath him. 

Tomura's hands leave his body and he reaches for the egg, and a flicker of fear goes through him. He said he wasn't a thief, that he didn't want his egg, but it could have been a lie. He could take it now, and Dabi isn't sure that he would have the strength to stand and chase after him to get it back. Even if it is empty, he doesn't want to give it up. Panic surges through his chest--

And Tomura lifts it and offers it to him. The egg has the shiny iridescent color that a strong shell should, the bones he'd eaten throughout the past few weeks imparting it with what it needed to form so well. And the swirls, they're more distinct, better formed than any other that he's ever seen, creating deep ridges and grooves that make it look like something truly unique and lovely. He's never seen another egg like this one, and he thinks that must be because no one else of his kind has ever had a mate like Tomura. He can't help it when he starts to purr and purr as he gently takes the egg from his hands, intending to lick it clean, but Tomura takes some of the cloth he first gave him, unsoiled from their mating, and begins to help him clean it off. He doesn't steal it, he doesn't take it to be crushed the way his father used to take his other eggs. He watches over Dabi, his expression warm, as he holds it. 

There isn't anything inside. He hadn't let himself even pretend that it would be different because he had Tomura. It's his body that is incapable of creating a viable seed, be it in his womb or otherwise, and he can't feel the pulse of warmth that would be inside if it were alive. He can't hear the shifting inside that would indicate that there was something inside. But it's easier not to care about that now. If there is no baby then he can hollow this egg like he has his others, he can keep it close forever, a little part of him and Tomura even if the human tells him he still never intended to take him as a proper mate. 

///

Tomura isn't expecting to get to see Dabi lay his egg, and he's a little stunned and dreading the eventual conversation about the egg itself. About... the child that they may have now after he made himself at home in Dabi's bed. He doesn't know what to think, what to do. He certainly wouldn't be the first human to go off-planet, meet a new species, and immediately copulate, potentially spawning hybrid children, but he didn't think he would actually be the type to do so. He also didn't think he would be the hind to see Dabi holding the egg, the shining, swirling shell nearly eight inches tall and six wide, and wonder how that could have not only gotten out of the little creature, but also to keep finding himself feeling a warmth in his chest as he sees Dabi curling around it, pressing his cheek to it to check its temperature, his ear to it to listen for whatever he expects to hear inside. He doesn't know how he's supposed to ask what this means going forward, but he has to know as the next day he finds Dabi without his genitals visible again, blinking and looking at his surroundings much more carefully, his blue eyes brighter and more aware than they have been for the past few days. 

Tomura has to ask-- and Dabi stands, egg in his arms, and goes outside. 

He immediately scrambles to put all of his clothes back on, having been in only his thermals from how hot the den was, but he knows that he can't let the other just wander around, not when it's been two days and he has no idea if there are other poachers that have already arrived in the area. The other man has been practically non-verbal for days, so he gets into his clothes as quickly as possible and stumbles out into the snow, 

"Dabi, wait--!" 

The other creature is already down by the river and only glances up at him before he crouches into the snow by the bank, waiting. Tomura does his best to get down onto the ground, though he doubts he is anywhere near as graceful or quick as the other man. Still, Dabi waits for him to get down and move up to the edge of the river with him. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Emptying the egg. It'll rot if I leave the stuff inside." His voice is a little scratchy from how much he's been purring and moaning, and he doesn't sound particularly happy about the prospect either. 

"...Rot?" 

Dabi doesn't look at him as he nods, turning the egg onto its tip so that he can use one of his sharp claws to scrape away gently at the surface until he scrapes through enough of the shell to pierce his claw inside. He tips it onto is side and lets the liquid drain out, a milky mixture that looks startlingly similar to their fluids as they gushed out of Dabi with the egg as it was laid, but no clear part, no yolk as he was taught to expect from an egg laid to carry a living creature of any kind. 

"I can't lay healthy eggs," his ears droop low and he won't look up at Tomura as he says that. "I'm sorry." He drains the rest of the fluid and rinses it out in the water until it passes his test, and even after just a minute or two open and not in the water, the inner shell begins to oxidize and it starts to glow a gentle blue. 

"You don't have to apologize, Dabi. I'm not sure I would have been ready to be any kind of parent to a child." He doesn't bother to say it's a relief the egg was infertile. "I don't know if I'm... a suitable mate either." He says more carefully. 

Dabi's shoulders hunch in on themselves. "Okay." He hugs his egg close to his chest, "We need to leave, don't we? I'm sorry for the delay. I should have had you get the fruit as soon as you told me it would be important for us to leave soon." 

Tomura wants to protest, wants to... he doesn't know, give the other some time? A minute alone, maybe, but Dabi is pushing up from the snow and starting towards his ship, still holding the egg carefully, but straightening his spine. Maybe the other doesn't want that though. He doesn't know, he just knows that they do need to make up for lost time. 

He gets the other situated into the ship, having someone in the seat beside his own for the first time, and he makes certain that everything is ready. Dabi still holds onto the hollowed egg, as his ears pitch forward with his interest as he starts up the engines. He keeps finding himself glancing over at Dabi as he starts the final checks, starts the take off procedures, the moment that the engines start and they begin to rise. He brings the ship up past the trees, ascending carefully, and Dabi's nose is all but pressed to the glass as he sees the forest from above. His pupils have blown wide, his tongue peeking out from between his lips like a cat excited to be given a new toy and Tomura feels helpless to the warmth in his chest. 

Space travel was something old and commonplace when he was born. He had been to Earth's moon for a field trip when he was only five. He knows he was impressed then, but since that point, he's spent most of his life in space ships or on other planets. He hasn't even been back to Earth in six years. But seeing the look of wonder on the other's face is... something else. 

"You're going to want to sit back," he instructs, not entirely sure why his throat feels tight. "We're going to go fast to get out of your atmosphere." 

Dabi sits back and wraps his tail around his egg for added security. 

He wonders what it says about him that he still can't help but feel a deep endearment for the creature when they enter hyperspace and the lurch of movement has Dabi throwing up on his floor.

///

The trip to Coth E1 is uneventful as far as the flight goes. The autopilot functions as it's supposed to, they don't get into any skirmishes or fly into an asteroid field, they just go from point A to point B. But the journey itself, having Dabi in the ship for a day and a half is different. About three hours after they left his planet, Dabi hadn't been so clingy and protective of his egg anymore, asking if there was somewhere he could put it where it wouldn't be broken, and Tomura had carefully shown him the smugglers hatch, using his coat to wrap it up in an extra layer of padding even before he put it in a secure box with a spare tarp. 

"My instincts are normalizing again." Is all Dabi had bothered to say when he'd asked if that would really be alright for the rest of the trip. 

He let it go then, and over the next hour he'd shown him around the rest of his small ship. But when that had been finished, Dabi had wanted to sit back at the front of the ship to look out the window. And Tomura had done his best to answer any and every question the Salkeh had about space and the things they passed as they flew. When Dabi had run out of questions, he had just looked out the window until his eyes grew too heavy and he let out a soft defeated coo before he had slumped low in the seat and fallen asleep. Tomura picked him up then, easily lifting the small creature, and carried him back to his cot. Dabi hadn't woken as he was moved, but he had immediately clutched onto his pillow and blanket, tucking his face in tight to the fabric and purring the same way he had when he had been tucked against his chest in their nest. 

He sat on the edge of the bed watching the other sleep for an agonizingly long time. 

///

Flying in the ship is fascinating. It's amazing to be able to travel through the night and see bursts of stars that are the suns of worlds so far away that even in a ship like Tomura's they wouldn't ever be able to reach them. Coming off of his cycle, out of the haze of desperation and longing he'd felt to be claimed by the other, his wonderment at being able to be in the sky is amazing. However, landing is horrible. 

He loses the little he managed to eat when he woke up again as the ship lurches as it comes down in the docking bay with many more ships, some much, much bigger that Tomura's, but the human anticipated his sickness this time and gave him a receptacle to be sick into, the mess being sealed away in seconds rather than spilling anywhere that will have to be cleaned. He also brings him a cup of water to drink to help clean out his mouth. 

"...Sorry." 

"It's fine, Dabi. Lots of species get motion sickness." He then turns his attention back to the panel of buttons in front of him. He hits a few and then a new thing opens across the window, partially blocking the view of the place they've landed in. "Shigaraki Tomura, docked in ship XR0U280. I'm calling to report I have an unregistered sapient species with me who would like to register with the Foundry." 

There's a slight pause and then more talking that Dabi can't understand despite the collar. 

"I'm a wildlife photographer," Tomura tells the other voice. "I came across him while visiting a nearby planet, I don't have access to that kind of equipment." 

There's another burst of speech from the other side, and it sounds calm. Tomura doesn't seem upset either. 

"Thank you, I'll have him put on a helmet before opening the doors." The little square goes away and Tomura turns to him. "Okay, they're going to send someone to check you over, alright? They're going to make sure you're healthy and that none of the things on this planet will make you sick." 

"Okay." 

Tomura brings him a dome to wear around his head and he hooks up a thing to it so that he can breathe, and in just a few minutes, he is opening the door to what looks like another human, and what looks like a reptile that walks on two legs. Tomura blinks when he sees the lizard-person. 

"Spinner? I didn't know you were out here." 

The lizard says something in turn, but Tomura is still calm and the other human, who is shorter than Tomura and that has lumps on their chest that Tomura doesn't produce something from inside of one of the pockets of the hide that they are wearing. They pass it off to Tomura and he turns back to him. 

"This is a universal translator, if you put it on, it will let you understand everyone who talks to you, not just me. It will also start to log your language so that anyone else who meets a Salkeh while wearing this, will be able to understand their speech and talk back to them." 

"Okay." 

"It's going to sting like the collar did." He warns and Dabi is not thrilled about that, but he allows the collar to be swapped for the new one. The sharp jolt that goes through him is easier to stomach this time because he was prepared for it, but Dabi can't say he enjoys it as it happens. 

"Hello," the other human says, "My name is Lilea Sylas, I work for the Foundry and am going to help you to register your species. This is my colleague Dr. Shuichi Iguchi. He's going to give you a check-up." 

"Okay." 

"If you have any questions or need anything explained, all you have to do is ask, we'll do our best to make sure that everything is as comfortable as possible." 

He turns back to Tomura, guilt twisting his stomach, "You'll stay, right?" He doesn't know if he can ask for that. They're not mates, after all. 

"Of course I will." He reassures without blinking. 

And he doesn't move an inch as the other two begin to ask him questions and check him over. 

///

It takes four days for them to do the full gamut of tests to make certain that Dabi isn't carrying any pathogens that he might give to others, and to determine that he isn't going to die to any of the natural ones here. He shouldn't go into weather exceeding twenty-one degrees Celsius for more than one hour without lots of fluids and even then he will have a risk of overheating if he stays in direct sunlight, he should limit his intake of grains to a maximum of five percent of his daily food, and he is deathly allergic to guava of all things. They also determine the dark spots and infertility are due to an autoimmune disease, not one that's transmittable, but that is hereditary, and likely something the rest of his former pack were also carriers of. 

He's not sure if finding out that information makes Dabi feel better or worse, but Tomura feels a hell of a lot better when the Foundry finds the file Proximacard made available for settlers going to Ipra 309T on the Salkeh and immediately send a cease and desist along with an order for immediate closure of the planet. The Foundry, or likely one of the exploration companies that work more closely with them like Exovin, is dispatched six hours after they arrived on day one to put a stop to it and make sure they all left. He's certain that when they find out, and he's sure they will, about Dabi's people being hunted for their eggs, they will put a blockade around the planet as well until they speak to the Salkeh. He doubts Dabi's people will trade away their young, but it will be up to them if they want any shell pieces after they've hatched to be illegal to be sold as well, if the rest of his people even want anything to do with the outside world. 

But at the end of the four days, Dabi is free to wander the planet, he is given a list of all the ones that he will also be able to travel to without having any adverse side-effects, or he can go home. The Foundry will offer transportation if Tomura has his own business to get back to. 

"Okay." Aside from answering questions, Dabi has been quiet for the past few days and it sinks his stomach to see him so despondent. Sylas leaves the ship, and Tomura promises to go out for drinks and to catch up with Spinner when he can, but he gets them out of the ship so it's just he and Dabi alone. When the others are gone Dabi turns to him, "Can I have my egg?" 

"Of course," he makes sure the bay windows are shuttered and then he goes down into the smuggler's hatch and retrieves the bundle. The full shell inside must have oxidized over the past few days of the trip, and he can see the lights dancing across the patterns that swirl over the shell. It feels much less fragile than a chicken egg, but he's still extremely careful with it as he brings it back up to Dabi. 

He takes it and holds it to his chest, "I can go back with the other ship." 

"You don't have to," he says immediately. It's stupid, he should really be distancing himself as much as possible from this situation before someone finds out what he normally does when he's going for wildlife 'shoots'. "I don't mind taking you home." 

Dabi's ears droop and he doesn't look up at him. "No. You've wasted enough time on me. You must have more important things to do."

Tomura isn't certain how he can tell Dabi that nothing he's ever done feels as important as this. Not when he can't really find words for it himself. "I really don't. If you want to go home, I'll be happy to take you." But he can't stop himself from adding, "but if you want to stay and explore, here or some of the other places you can visit, I'll go with you there too." 

That finally gets Dabi looking at him again. "...Why?" 

Why indeed. "Can't I just want to spend more time with you?" 

"No one else ever has." 

"I'll let you in on a universal secret," he tells the other. "Shitty families come from every planet. But they're not here now. You are the first of your kind to ever leave your planet, and you can go wherever you want and we can travel for as long as you want." He needs to stop his mouth from saying these things. He's not a child with some grand view of the galaxy who believes that every new world is an endless possibility. He's a criminal, traveling with him will be dangerous, Dabi will always be in danger until the fascination with the eggs dies. He has to be clear about that. "I would love to have you as a companion for as long as you'd like to stay." 

Dabi's bright blue eyes search his face for a long minute, and then he lets out a shaky breath. "I want to stay." 

Good. There's no other name for the lightness that fills his chest than relief as he realizes that he won't have to leave Dabi behind. "I need to tell you some other things about me. If you want to change your mind afterward, I'll still take you home if you want me to." 

///

Six Years Later

"Two of whatever you have with the domed ice, but absolutely no guava." The little bar that he's wandered into is off of the main thoroughfare, wide bay doors and a large u-shaped counter with several people sitting and sipping at drinks packed full of ice, waiting out the Vebbore heatwave that lasts about two hours as the planet's axis tilts them a little closer to the sun in this region. He sees a few Earth fruits on the counter and being mixed into drinks alcoholic and not, but no immediate signs of guava, still. Better safe than sorry. 

"Tomura Shigaraki." 

He tenses slightly and turns, hating that he has to look up at the middle-aged red-haired human that's speaking to him. He is even less thrilled to see a Constellation's Collective badge pinned to his chest. "Can I help you, officer?" 

"You have two outstanding--" 

"My outstanding warrants in this system were quashed two months ago." He says immediately, flicking open his wallet to pay for the two drinks that have been set in front of him. "Thank you," he acknowledges the bartender. He then lifts his ID for scanning, as is procedure in this system for any arrests. The officer grits his teeth as he does so, his device only taking a second to match his profile to the one in the system and confirm his statement. 

"You're under arrest." 

That... actually does surprise him. "You just saw my warrants--" 

"For the possession of illegal goods." 

"I can assure you I am of age to purchase a slushy, even an alcoholic one." He says flatly. 

The officer glares at him. "That," he says, gesturing to his neck, "Is Salkeh shell. Possession of which is illegal unless you can verify it was obtained ethically." 

Tomura nearly rolls his eyes. One of these kinds of cops. "It was obtained ethically--" he hears a distinctive chitter and braces himself. Sure enough, not three seconds later, a solid weight connects with his shoulders, Dabi's legs hooking quickly around his waist and his tail steadying them both as he reaches over his shoulder to take one of the cups. 

"You were supposed to wait in the ship, it's too warm out here for you." 

"You were taking too long." Dabi says in turn, taking a big bite out of the snow cone dome of ice over the cup. He purrs happily at the coolness and only then seems to take notice of the man still glaring at him. "Who's this?" 

"Pig." The cop's lip curls up into a sneer, and Dabi's tail flicks. 

"Oink. What's he want? I took care of your warrants." 

"He wants to know if my necklace was sourced ethically." 

Dabi snickers, shifting to press a kiss to the shell piece that he'd etched carefully and attached to his translator. The larger piece of the shell sits just under his jaw on the right side of his neck, a ring of Dabi's teeth casting little nebulas through where he thinned the sections for him, since he couldn't have survived taking a proper bite there. "Of course it was, you helped make it." He purrs, rubbing their necks together. His blunt human teeth couldn't have pierced his fur in turn, and instead they had found someone who could embroider with hair, and Tomura had given up a few locks so that he could have his teeth marks in his collar as well. "My mate is welcome to as much of our eggs as he wants." He turns his attention back to the cop, "If that's all?" 

The man clearly wants to argue, but they haven't broken any laws yet, and there are far too many people around who would likely take umbrage with him attempting to arrest Dabi at the very least. Afterall, when he's clinging to him like this, his dark talons disappear against Tomura's black clothes, making him look far smaller and more helpless than he would otherwise. The officer sneers at them one more time, pushing Tomura's wallet back into his hands before he turns and leaves the shop. He watches him go, making sure he actually leaves and isn't waiting outside to grab them as soon as they go, but Dabi is busy gobbling up the rest of the ice from the top of his drink and then quickly slurping down the contents, immediately reaching for Tomura's as well. 

He presses a kiss to the tip of his nose before he relinquishes it, knowing his mate is just not built for this kind of heat. "Did you decide what you want to do tonight?" 

"Yeah! I was talking to a Koquro woman at the bay and she said that there's a boat race after dark along the river, it's really dangerous because it's all in the dark except for the algae that glows as they stir it up." He nuzzles back against his cheek to whisper, "And I heard there's a lot of people trading things." 

"Hmm, we should probably make sure to refuel before we go then." Because Dabi has been having a very good time lately hunting down anyone who breaks the rules of going to his home planet and stealing their eggs. If he's planning on committing a few murders tonight, then they should be ready to leave as soon as possible. His mate starts to purr immediately at not being told no, as if Tomura can ever tell Dabi no over anything. But it does also earn him a kiss from his mate, so he's certainly not complaining. 

[codfanficedits]

Winter days.

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!Reader

Summary: Gaz doesn't want to circle around your relationship status anymore

Wordcount: 5363 | Rating: M (18+ only!)

Warnings: Male infertility, reader wants to get pregnant, talk about children, reader is insecure and projects it on relationship, two idiots in love trying to navigate through a relationship, going from friends with benefits to lovers

A/N: I never write for or about Gaz, so he might be a little OOC. However, this idea came to me and it seemed to fit him the best.

It was the holiday season, Christmas was coming up, and your leave got denied, together with Gaz. Not that you really minded that of course. You and Gaz had been, more than friends, but never really an official couple, and you liked it that way. Out the corner of your eye you saw him come over, handing you a hot chocolate before sitting down next to you with his own.  He shuffled a little closer to you before finally putting his arm around you. “You looked cold.”

You happily accepted the hot chocolate, not protesting either when you put his arm around you.

"I was cold." You admit, and Gaz felt as a human furnace, radiating his warmth.

You place your head on his shoulder, before you close your eyes. "This is nice."

Gaz smiled and nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was funny how he went around the camp in a tank top 90% of the time, but in the winter he liked to bundle up and cuddle.

"It is... I'm glad you're here," he whispered in your ear, his voice being low. "Not just now, but in general. You make me... happy."

He leaned his head closer to you, looking at you with his beautiful eyes while his fingers traced patterns on your skin.

While the two of you never officially entered a relationship, you did belong together, and you never looked at another man after you met him. After all, the two of you did all the things people in relationship do, from sleeping together to going on dates. You just never named it.

"You make me happy too." You murmur softly

Gaz's fingers moved to your neck, caressing the skin there softly. He leaned down and kissed you passionately before pulling away.

"It's been... months... since we started this," he murmured, kissing you once more before sitting up straight in his seat. He looked at you, his eyes piercing into yours. He took care to not come off as forceful, but he wanted to take this relationship a step further—or at most establish a label so you guys weren't so vague about it.

You enjoyed his touch, his kisses. You didn't enjoy the talk he wanted to start. Whatever you had going on, didn't have a name, and you were fine with that.

You took a sip of the hot chocolate he had brought you. "Correct." You answer. "And it is working perfectly fine, isn't it?"

He raised his eyebrows at your reluctance to engage in a conversation he deemed necessary. "How do you define perfectly fine?" he asked pointedly. "Because to me, that would mean having some clarity on what we're doing, on what we are to one another."

"So I'm asking you, to tell me what we're doing here. Are we in a relationship?"

Gaz was stubborn and you knew he wouldn't let it go until he had some clearance, and you couldn't really blame him for that.

You took another sip of your hot chocolate, before you put the mug on the coffee table. For a brief moment you considered to change the subject, but you knew how persistent and stubborn Gaz could be.

"I don't know." You answer. "We sleep together, we fuck, and then we stay for breakfast too. We take each other out on little dates, I buy your favourite snacks when I'm in the store." You added. "And that is going perfectly fine."

Gaz was not pleased by your answer and he made that much clear by furrowing his brows and crossing his arms. "Well, yes, obviously that's going 'fine.' But I'm not asking about what we do together, I'm asking about the context of our relationship."

"Are we exclusively seeing each other? Are we just friends with benefits? Are we..." he trailed off, hoping you would finish his sentence for him. "Are you dating anyone else? Do I need to be worried about anyone else?"

You raised an eyebrow at his question, and at his body language. You could tell he was getting agitated by your answers.

"Dating someone else?" You repeated. "I have my hands full with you, and I don't even have enough time to think about someone else." You mused as you leaned back against the couch.

You tilted your head a little bit. "You don't have to worry about anyone else. I don't like men enough to tolerate a second one around me and I like you too much to fuck someone else."

Gaz's brows furrowed even more at your answer, but this time it wasn't due to anger. Just general confusion. "So you care about me too much to sleep with anyone else? But not enough to... y'know... commit to this relationship?"

"Are you saying I'm just a means to an end for you? Something to keep your bed warm on a winter night?" He sighed and looked away, his expression a combination of hurt and anger. "I really hope what you're telling me isn't true."

There you had it. A consequence of your vague answers.

You let out a sigh before you took his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you.

"Communication, my tall boy." You answer. "I never once said you were just someone to keep my bed warm in the winter."

"All I'm saying is that I enjoy our time together." You said, before you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm worried that when we label it, things go to shit and all of the sudden you're Gaz, my ex-boyfriend."

Gaz didn't say anything for a moment, still feeling a bit confused by your answers. "And you don't have to worry that we'll be 'exes' if we don't actually make it official?"

"We've already established that we enjoy each other's company and that we're not seeing other people. So what difference does it make? I mean, why wouldn't you want to... be with me?" He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but it slipped a bit. "Do you not see a future here?"

You could hear the hurt in his voice and it broke your heart a little bit. "When I look in your eyes, all I see is my future." You answer.

"It is not like I don't want us to be together. It is more than I am worried that if things change it will get awkward and stuff." You tried to explain.

Eventually you ran a hand through your hair. "Fuck it." You muttered. "I am worried you'll leave me if we're a couple, and if whatever we have doesn't have a label, I can convince myself a breakup wouldn't hurt."

It was like a gut-punch, hearing about your insecurities and your reasons for not making the relationship... well, a relationship. And your thought process was completely understandable.

"Do you really think I'll leave you if we finally decide to make things official?" he asked, looking at you intently. "When is the last time I've ever left your side for any reason outside of work? When have I ever made you feel even a little bit of doubt that I would be loyal to you?"

"I know it's not fair to project my insecurities on you like this. And you've never given me reason to doubt you, or whatever it is that we have going on."

You took his hand before you looked at him. "I'm just afraid of losing you."

"I'm afraid of losing you, too," he said after a moment of silence. "But in my eyes, not wanting to risk the relationship we already have by making it more is ultimately the thing that will tear it apart. I don't want to be a casual fling, and if I was, I wouldn't have spent the better part of the last six months getting to know you and hanging out with you outside of that."

His voice grew quieter, his eyes filled with emotion. "I don't want a superficial connection, and I thought you felt the same way, too."

You placed your hand on his cheek, softly caressing the rough skin. "I am sorry."

"I want us to be more too." You eventually said. "I really do."

"I just don't want things to change between us. I want them to stay the same. All I want to change is that I can introduce you as my boyfriend."

"And I just want to call you my girlfriend," he growled playfully, nuzzling his head against your hand. "Is that really too much to ask for?"

"And things are bound to change as time goes on—that's a fact. They change no matter what. Hell, I'm surprised we've managed to remain as un-official as we are for half a year. That's longer than most of this camp has dated for, and I thought you and I had something special."

A slight pout appeared as he looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

"Then you can call me your girlfriend." You said with a soft, small smile. "We do have something special." You answered, before you kissed his pout away.

"That was why I was so afraid to fuck things up." You added softly as you took hold of your hot chocolate again, taking a small sip.

Gaz's eyes got wide, not expecting that response. He placed his hand on yours, taking up the small cup and placing it back on the coffee table.

"Does that mean... we're a couple now? Is that you saying yes and agreeing to finally date me?" His voice was a combination of surprise, disbelief, and joy.

"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that!" His eyes were glowing.

"Hey." You protested softly. "I was drinking that."

"But yes. I think it is time we finally make it official, can't have some new recruit flirting with you because I'm afraid of putting a label on us." You added with a slight teasing in your voice.

"And who is going to flirt with me now?" he chuckled as he looked around, as if searching for a potential suitor just so he could put them down before they even tried. "Because even though we weren't official and I couldn't technically call you my girlfriend, I did want to be possessive over you."

"I will flirt with you." You answer while you give him a playful nudge.

"You were all possessive over me." You reminded him. "The last time we were in a bar to celebrate a mission, some poor bloke tried to buy me a drink, and you just had to stand behind me. Towering over the both of us, and I saw the look you gave him, and it nearly scared me."

He laughed and kissed your temple, knowing that the only reason you were scared was because you thought he would act on that look. "It's funny you brought that up, because I was thinking of decking him for daring to hit on my girlfriend who wasn’t officially my girlfriend."

He gave you a small nudge with his elbow before leaning his head on your shoulder. "So I don't know why you think a label would change anything. I'm going to keep being possessive over you, but in a way that will hopefully make you less scared. Hopefully being the key word."

"I nearly got a free drink and you were thinking about decking the bloke." You laughed.

"I don't mind you being jealous at all." You answered. "As long as you don't kill someone, I'm okay with it."

You ran a hand through his hair. "The next time we're allowed leave. I want you to take me to England. To the city you grew up in."

"You almost got a punch to your nose, more like," he quipped back. "I don't care about the free drink. I don't like to share."

He thought about where you had said you wanted to go, and smiled. "I think that can be arranged. I always wanted to take someone special back there..."

"I was thinking of going back there after this rotation," he continued, "it's been a very long time since I've been back home. I hope you do enjoy it, because it means a lot to me."

"I hope I enjoy it too." You answered. "And I think I would like to meet your mother." You added quietly. "You've told me a lot about her and I think I would like her."

"Trust me, you'll love her." He nodded, before chuckling.. "You may have to deal with my sisters as well, though."

He took a deep breath. "I think that if you meet her... it might just get you a pass to meet the rest of my family, but you're going to have to deal with being called my future wife by everyone."

You let out a quiet chuckle. "Don't worry. I can handle that."

"After all. If you ever met my parents, my mother’s first question would be when you would give me a child." You sighed.

"And my grandma would try to sweettalk you into taking your shirt off."

"Wow." In one fell swoop, you had managed to make all of his insecurities about meeting the family just disappear. Even the ones that he had yet to think about. And he wasn't sure whether to laugh or groan.

"I mean, if you think I'd enjoy having your grandma try to flirt with me," he said with a smirk. "But your mother? That's... a difficult answer to give. Children are a... touchy subject for me, let's say."

You pulled a sour face. "Please. Do not. Flirt with grandma.”

You tilted your head at the mention of children, sitting up a bit more straight. "Why?" You asked, as you deemed it important to know as his girlfriend

He gave a soft chuckle in response to your comment, before your question cut his amusement off. His expression grew sad as memories from his past filled his mind.

"...I'm sterile. I've never told anyone before, to be honest. It felt like... it was too hard to talk about it. Like I was ashamed about it." Gaz let out a deep sigh before he looked up at you, giving you his best smile through the emotions that were threatening to take over.

"But I'm telling you, because I trust you and I want you to know my truths."

"Oh."

You pulled back a bit, letting his answer linger in the air. You had always wanted to be a mother at some point in your life, it was how you were raised, you adored children.

Your hand automatically went to your stomach, resting there, before you looked at him again. "That is.. that is quite important to know." You eventually said. "How did you find out?"

The look on your face was the one he had expected, and he winced at it. He knew deep down he was right—it was important that you knew, and he just hoped you would accept him for... for him. He never thought he would love someone so much, to the point that even his biggest insecurities and flaws felt like they weren't worth worrying about, because you loved him despite them.

"I was diagnosed when I was in my teens. It... it's a genetic thing. A condition I inherited from my mother that caused my sperm count to be too low."

You took his hand into yours, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Is it impossible to conceive with your sperm count? Or would it just be really hard?" You asked, your head slightly tilting to the side.

It felt as if you had to choose between him and your desire to be a mother someday, and it was breaking your heart.

"Almost impossible," he responded with a sigh. "I've seen studies that show there is a chance I could conceive naturally, but the odds would be so heavily stacked against us that most specialists would just outright advise against it."

What really tore at him was that he knew how much you loved kids and how much you wanted one, something he had planned to make a reality for you. "I know how badly you want a kid someday, and I feel so terrible that I can't give you that... even now I'm wondering if you are still going to love me after this conversation."

You took his large hand to your lips, pressing a soft, sweet kiss on the back of his hand.

"Thank you, for sharing this with me." You eventually said. "I can imagine it must be very hard to say this, especially when you know about my maternal instincts."

"But I still love you. And when the time is there, we will work something out."

"What if you can't live without a baby? What if it's something you absolutely need in your life, but I can't give you that?" He asked, his tone coming across as worried as he looked down at your joined hands.

"I would hate for you to eventually end up resenting me because this issue prevents you from getting what you want... I always imagined I would have children someday, too, and it hurts me just to think that you might not get to be a mother just because of me."

You placed the back of his hand against your cheek, softly leaning into the touch.

"We can adopt, foster, maybe by the time we're ready there are some medical procedures we can try. IVF or something, maybe if you're comfortable with it we can look into a donor." You answered.

"I would rather be without child with you, than be in some sort of stupid relationship with a child and without you."

"You know, I have thought about these things before, and I do think that IVF is a great option," he nodded, "but I have had this nagging feeling that our future children would have to be my blood. I don't know where that thought came from and why I feel such a desire about it, I just can't get it off my mind."

"Maybe I am just overthinking it, and it's all for nothing..." Gaz muttered.

"But the fact that you'd rather be with me than anyone with a child, just makes it even harder for me to bear."

You nodded softly. "I get that. If the roles were to reversed I probably would've felt the same way."

"This. This might be a little crazy, and you're allowed to say no." You started.

"But we've been dating unofficially for six months and now we've finally decided to make it official." You added.

"My birth control has to be renewed next month. What if I quit it? If the chance is small we won't have to worry, and if it happens. It happens."

For a moment there was silence as he processed what you were saying. He wasn't sure what it was that he felt, but it was somewhere along the lines of shock, surprise, fear, and worry.

"I'm not sure that's something we should do. As much as I want a child, I don't want one yet. As much as I do not think it will happen right away... I still just don't want to risk it."

"And... what if you get pregnant? Are you ready for that?"

"it is in my blood to raise a child." You answered with a shrug of your shoulders. "So I don't really worry about it."

"But. I do appreciate your honesty, and then I'll just renew it, no worries.” You quickly added.

"It was just a silly idea." You said with a meek smile

The response that you gave worried him even more. "You’re what? 26, you're smart and independent. You're not just a baby maker and raising a child is a huge responsibility. It changes your entire life and needs to be done right."

"How can you not be worried?" he sighed as he shook his head.

"Do I see you as a mother? Yes, eventually. But not now. Please don't try to make the choice for me. You mean too much for me to risk something happening."

"I come from a family where woman had children in a lot of different situations. From women being single mothers, to the father being in jail and everything in between. In the end it always worked out.

You frowned at his words. "I am not making a choice for you. I just asked your point of view, and when you expressed some valid points. I told you that I would renew my birth control." You said, your tone a little too sharp

"And I come from a family with a long lineage of military members who all had children after getting married." He said, his tone matching yours, as it felt like you were getting angry about the entire subject matter.

"You can't just shrug off my concerns, it's almost like you want me to say yes to you not using birth control so you could get pregnant." He scoffed

"You say you want to have a child in the future, but I don't understand your rush for it. We aren't even married yet!" he said, almost annoyed now.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Oh my god." You groaned. "All I did was give you an option on this! I asked your opinion, you gave that opinion and I listened to you. What more do you want me to do?" You snapped back.

"And besides. Its 2023, you don’t have to be married to have a child." You scoffed.

"An option that should not have even been presented to me!" he said with a hint of harshness to his tone. "Don't you get it? This is a huge decision and you're making it sound so simple and easy when it really isn't. I haven't even met your family yet, we just got official together and you want to risk it all by getting pregnant now?"

"Is that all you care about? It's like... it's like..." His voice trailed off.

"I. Don't. Get it." He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh well I'm sorry." You hissed. "You decided to drop a goddamn bomb on me a goddamn hour after we became official. In those six months we've been.. whatever the fuck we were. You never mentioned it once!"

"And maybe I rushed. Yes. I'll admit that. But you said yourself it would take such a long fucking time to conceive, and maybe my mind jumped to thinking in solutions." You added with a harsh tone.

You got up from the couch. "You know what? Forget about this whole conversation. I need some time alone to cool off." You scoffed as you walked away.

He was about to say something when he saw that he had said too much and it had been far too much for you. He couldn't help but sigh as he saw you storm off, and he wanted nothing more than to run after you.

"Love..." he mumbled to himself. "God damn it..." he muttered as he looked around the room for at least a distraction to help him process what had just happened.

You let yourself drop to your bed, letting out a frustrated groan in your pillow. You had never wanted this conversation to escalate into this.

You pulled out your phone, fingers hovering over the screen before you typed your message.

"Still love you. Just need a little time to cool off."

With a soft sigh you hit send to Gaz. You never wanted your emotions to ruin whatever it was the two of you had.

A text back came almost immediately.

"I love you too. I'm sorry. Please come back to me when you're ready."

"And don't just run off and ignore the problem," he mumbled to himself. He thought about calling you, but he thought that, at least for now, it would be better to give you space to process your own emotions and figure out if you were actually ready to talk about the conversation.

"God, I hope this doesn't ruin things..." he sighed. "I hope you don’t resent me."

You took your time to calm down, staring at the ceiling, as you tried to process what just happened. After nearly thirty minutes you finally get up from your bed.

You saw him sitting on the couch, and you walked up behind him, wrapped your arms around his neck as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"I know we have to talk, but I want you to know that I still love you and want to work things out, okay?" You whispered in his ear before you let go off him and sat down next to him.

The warmth of your embrace was exactly what he needed, as it instantly took the weight off of his mind. He felt his whole body relax as he reached over and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him.

"I know we do," he said quietly. "I love you more than I can really put into words. I honestly thought that I was going to lose you today, and I don't want to ever come close to that point again."

"And I want you to know that I wasn't saying no to a child, just that it's... not time yet."

"I know. I know." You say softly, a meek smile on your face.

"First off. I’m sorry for walking off like that. I can get a little hot headed and then I might say things I'll regret once I've cooled off. So I walk away to calm down." You explained.

"And secondly, sorry for bringing up stopping with birth control. I was on some sort of pink cloud and that made me only see the nice part of things. It was stupid to even mention it and I never wanted to give you the feeling that I was forcing something upon you."

"Oh... you don't need to apologize," he mumbled, rubbing your hand softly. "You weren't forcing anything and I understood where you were coming from. It was mostly just... I don't want you to think this entire relationship is centered around this one decision, and how it turns out."

He looked at you and tried to push a small smile.

"But I'm proud of us for being able to have this conversation. I'm proud of you for speaking openly about your thoughts on this, and I'm proud of myself for being able to do the same."

"I get it." You sighed. "I really do."

"I just.. the way you reacted.. it did make me nervous if we were compatible with each other." You admitted. "In my perspective I gave you an option, you gave your opinion and I realised it was a stupid idea. And you just kept going on and on, talking about it was all I cared about."

"It's because it scares me," he said softly. "Of course I still want a child someday, but it's such a life-changing decision. And then you threw it at me and I don't know... for a moment it felt like you didn't take me into consideration when suggesting it because it's really not the best time to go through with it."

"But... don't get me wrong... I understand that you have your own wants and needs. It's just... I never wanted to be the sole reason the relationship falls apart."

"Truth be told. I didn't take you in consideration." You admitted.

"You told me you were sterile, and that there was a very small chance, and I automatically thought that this would be some sort of solution. Stopping with birth control now, so it would magically happen over three years." You added with a weak smile.

"And in that thought process I didn't once think about how you would feel, or what we would do it I got pregnant within a year or something."

"That's what surprised me..." he said quietly, rubbing his forehead. "You didn't think of any of the negative implications it would have and assumed we were both going to just be okay with it."

"The thing is..." he said, looking at you. "It really scared me because it made me think you wanted it too badly. I got this feeling that you would... I don't know... have a child whether I wanted one or not, and I... I just didn't want that."

"I did assume that, and I'm sorry." You said in the same quiet tone, matching his tone.

"And for me it was really hard to understand why you couldn't just let it slide after I told you I wouldn't quit my birth control. And that really pissed me off." You added.

"I would really like to have a child with you, but not now. But it is definitely something I would like in the future."

“The way you phrased it," Gaz sighed, "made me think you didn't really care if you got pregnant and that really worried me. I don't want to just... give up on waiting for the right time. I don't want to risk it now..."

"And that's what made me mad." he said, his tone getting a little sharp. "That you were willing to throw all reason aside and just...try to see if it works. I know you'd do anything for something you want... but I want us to be on the same page about it."

There was something in his sharp tone that set you off again, your jaw clenching as you took a few deep breaths.

"I have a feeling we're circling around each other, but we both mean the same thing." You eventually said.

"Bottomline is that I won't quit my birth control, neither will I bring it up again.

We both do want children but not for another couple year.

And I think it is important to keep communicating about those needs and wants."

"We can talk about it again in the future..." he sighed. "Once things have had more time to become set, and we don't have as much on our plates."

A brief silence fell as you both processed the situation.

"But hey..." he said softly, his voice taking on more optimism that was missing during their discussion. "At least we can talk about these things. And that you're willing to communicate about what you're feeling, even when it makes you uncomfortable or it's something that's difficult to say is... huge."

You just nodded. "Yeah. Look at us being all grown up and adults, talking about our feelings and stuff."

You reached your hand out to him. "Is there anything else on your mind that bothers you and needs discussing?"

"I don't think so," he said, taking your hand and squeezing it gently. "Not at least about this topic."

"How about you?" he asked. "Do you feel okay about the conversation we just had?" He asked carefully. He didn't want to push it too much as he wanted to give you space and time, especially since he couldn't help but worry a little about you being mad at him.

"Well, I mean. It was tough." You admitted. "I had a lot of worries about us becoming official, and to have a fight almost immediately after. It did have me worried."

"But I am glad we could talk this out in a mature way."

You looked at the floor. "I would like some extra reassurance that everything is okay. Maybe a cuddle and some sweet words."

"Oh, come here you," he chuckled, opening up his arms to you and letting you get close to him.

"Of course everything's okay. Just because we had a disagreement does not mean we're gonna tear each other apart over something so small. We're both adults, we're going to have conflicts sometimes, but what matters is how we deal with them. And I think we dealt with this one pretty damn well."

If you looked closely, his eyes widened when he realized how aggressive his tone had just been. "Oh... and I'm sorry. Again."

[zoroshark]

Zora OCs pt 2!

Here are the rest of the zora ocs I have!

Here is Moraiya!

Gender: Female •  Age: 34 (hylian years)  • Species: Zebra Shark Zora • Height: 10′6″  • Personality: Boisterous, Stubborn, Blunt, Hot-headed, Empathetic   • Friends with: Hamar

General info: Born with the ability to speak and understand monsters by the goddess. Due to this gift, she was also born with a monstrous appearance. Thankfully, the place she was born in was already was a home to “abnormal” looking zoras, so she fit right in. At a young age she would go to monster camps and wrestle with the monsters, even made a few monstrous friends. Nowadays as an adult, she helps people understand and study certain monsters without putting themselves in too much risk. (Goddess Blood Universe) Due to the news of her gift reaching the ears of the Zora’s Domain, she was sought after and taken in her early teens to be among the other zoras like her, to her dismay. She had a rough upbringing in the domain and resents most of it’s people for treating her differently. Only a few zoras, including the gifted ones, is she comfortable with being around. 

Next Up is Eleanor!

Gender: Female •  Age: Unknown (over 1000+ years, adult/elderly)   • Species: Sea Emperor Zora • Height: 101′1″  • Personality: Gentle, Motherly, Open-minded, Selfless, Workaholic  •Mother to: Lazarith (adoptive) 

General info: The oldest of her siblings, she was meant to be the next heir to the throne in her kingdom. She was married to another sea emperor and they were a generally happy couple. Sadly, Eleanor discovered she could not bare children, to her dismay. She and her husband were forced to separate once the news of her infertility was out. At one point, she adopted a ghost leviathan child and started to raise him as her own kin. This decision would cause an outcry as ghost leviathans were feared and hated. Because of the hostility towards her and her child, she decided to raise him in the wilds (open ocean), away from the kingdom. Now that he had grown up and “left the nest”, Eleanor quietly waits for his visit, hoping to see him one more time before her time is up.

Last but not least, Lazarith!

Gender: Male •  Age: Unknown (over 1000+ years, adult)   • Species: Ghost Leviathan Zora • Height:  78'9"  • Personality: Stoic, Quick-tempered, Quiet, Loyal, Curious •Child to: Eleanor (adoptive)

General info: Born in what is essentially the wilds of the ocean, he was aggressive and fought for his survival amongst other ghost leviathan children. One day he would wonder from home in search for new food and to satiate his curiosity. He stubbles upon a sea emperor society and is arrested on the spot for almost eating a sea emperor child. He was to be executed, until Eleanor declared she would adopt him and raise him as her own in an attempt to save his life. He struggled to adjust living under a society he didn’t understand a lot at the time and despised it, but he never despised Eleanor. He bonded with her, seeing her as his mother. Now as an adult, he wanders in the depths of the ocean known as the Void.

[evidence-based-activism]

https://www.tumblr.com/spacelazarwolf/755944342977478656/you-know-i-think-ive-come-to-the-conclusion-that?source=share

I'm not really sure what your intent is in sending me this!! I've decided just to write a response to the post here.

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"you know i think i’ve come to the conclusion that the answer to “but what if a cis woman is traumatized by men/male presenting people/whatever?” irt safe spaces is this: if you can’t be in the same room with someone you assume to be male or a man without feeling triggered, it probably means you have a lot more solo therapy and healing to do before relying on group therapy or other communal healing."

This is the opener, and honestly the callousness on display here what I need to know about the OP. The implication here is that it's women's fault that they are traumatized/afraid, that they haven't put in enough effort, and that therefore their desire for single-sex spaces are unreasonable. It's just re-packaged misogyny.

Beyond that though ... the implication that women only want single-sex spaces for "communal healing" or "group therapy" is ridiculous. Restrooms and locker rooms are not tools of therapy they're just public resources split by sex for numerous reasons including, but not limited to, men's common violence against women and women's historical exclusion from public spaces. As another example, women's advocacy groups also aren't for therapy, they're for political and social change.

And beyond that, there is absolutely no reason why women shouldn't be "allowed" to make single-sex spaces for anything. Book club? Running group? Mother-daughter camping trips? Doesn't matter; if women want to make it for themselves no one should be able to prevent them from doing so. (Freedom of association and all that.)

(And I mean, really, how often do you see this narrative for any other marginalized group? How often do you see men's groups being denied this right?)

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"because how do you decide who gets to stay and who gets kicked out based on a cis woman’s trauma response?"

Again with the callousness! I mean really, replace this with some other marginalized group and see how it sounds! (Can you imagine them saying "a black person's trauma response" or "a disabled person's trauma response" and getting such a positive response?)

More to the point though ... it's not based on "trauma response". Single sex spaces are based on one, very simple, very easily defined (despite their claims to the contrary) factor: biological sex.

Here it is: "sex: either of the two major forms of individuals that occur in many species and that are distinguished respectively as female or male especially on the basis of their reproductive organs and structures".

And for clarity:

"Female: of, relating to, or being the sex that typically has the capacity to bear young or produce eggs"

"Male: of, relating to, or being the sex that typically has the capacity to produce relatively small, usually motile gametes which fertilize the eggs of a female"

[Definitions from the online Merriam-Webster dictionary].

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So, let's see:

"is it based on appearance?"

No, it's based on sex.

"should intersex women with facial hair not be allowed because beards are triggering?"

They should be allowed because they are female. (Even if they are infertile or have secondary sex characteristics commonly seen in males, they are still "of the" female sex.)

"should butches and studs not be allowed because masculinity is triggering?"

They should be allowed because they are female. (And wow! This is definitely not at all homophobic! Implying butch lesbians are basically male/men hasn't historically been a popular conservative talking point at all!)

"should tall broad shouldered trans women who don’t want to voice train not be allowed because low voices are triggering?"

No, they should not be allowed in because they are male. (And for anyone who wants to challenge this ... if they are not male then what makes them trans?)

"is it based on identity?"

No, it's based on sex.

"should a pre transition trans man who came out two days ago not be allowed because he’s a man?"

Yes, they should be allowed because they are female. (And, again, for anyone who wants to challenge this ... if they are not female then what makes them trans?)

"is a nonbinary person with a full beard and deep voice allowed because they are not a man?"

Assuming the "full beard and deep voice" is meant to imply the individual is male, then no, they should not be allowed because they are male.

Conversely, nonbinary people who are female should be allowed because they are female.

"because if you base your entire set of rules for who’s not allowed in the safe space on what makes cis women uncomfortable or triggers them, you’ve just made that space unsafe for trans people. and you need to decide if you’re ready to own that."

No, we haven't. The space is actually still inclusive and safe for people who identify as trans and are also female.

And beyond that, refusing to include someone in a group does not necessarily make that space (or wider society) unsafe for that person. For example, does refusing to allow a white person into a Black American interest group make that group (or wider society) unsafe for white people? Or even further, does refusing a Hispanic person entrance into and Asian American club make that club (or wider society) unsafe for Hispanic people? (This example is notable here because both of these groups experience racism in America.) How about refusing an able-bodied person access to a disability support group? Or denying a cancer-free but HIV-positive person access to a cancer support group?

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My conclusion

People are twisting themselves up into knots trying to figure out how to determine if someone should/shouldn't have access to female-specific spaces, and it's an entirely manufactured problem. The answer is simple, it's always been simple, the fact that you don't like the answer – because it isn't favorable towards men/male people – is irrelevant. The answer is still the same.

It's also important to note that the fact that people only want to prevent the free association of women/female people in single-sex spaces isn't that these groups always make other people unsafe; it's just misogyny. People want to deny to women what they support for all other marginalized groups, the rights to free association, free speech, and class consciousness.

And to conclude, please see these excellent posts about what you actually inherently deserve/should have a guaranteed right to access and the difference between segregation and separation.

[supervillain-smut]

Hi babydoll, my good bitch! How do you feel about heat cycles with the na'vi? Specially Quaritch?

-☠️

OOOOH BOY! Okay, SO! How I imagine Na'vi heat cycles would be about the same as a period, but both male and female Na'vi go through it; happens once a month, there are weird-ass cravings, if you're with someone your cycles can line up, and it's super uncomfortable to go through alone, BUT, they can temporarily fix it by sleeping with their S/O or otherwise relieving themselves.

It'll come back after about 6 hours after release, so it may end up making both parties a little sleep-deprived. It makes every sense more intense; partners can smell each other more, their taste is heightened, their hearing is better, and every touch feels too hot. Both parties are also fertile during this period, so if kids aren't an option, partners may seem distant for a week as they avoid each other to prevent activities.

Outside of heat, they are infertile and sex is just a fun activity between two partners. This is to ensure children are around the same age to partake in any monumental occasions in a Na'vi's life, such as connecting with the spirit tree, in water tribes' case, the Tulkun returning, etc, as well as being mobile in earlier stages of Na'vi history before they established camps and roamed.

Now, turning to Miles Quaritch in particular. If you thought he was grumpy before, HA! It's managed to get worse tenfold. His ears are almost always pinned back, he's snapping at anyone that isn't his S/O, and his crew avoids him as they go through their own due to the close quarters and relationships as somehow he manages to be the most aggressive out of them.

He's irritated at the rations, all the bright lights around the base, and the smells, everyone is too close to him all of the time. He steadily can't focus on his mission, and his urge to seek you out becomes stronger and stronger. God forbid the day he caves the RDA gets in his way. There will be hell to pay, someone will absolutely get hurt, and he will be muzzled, restrained, and possibly contained until it's over.

If he is allowed and undisturbed to seek you out, he's rough. His hips piston into you while holding your tail over his shoulder, you will have bite marks all over you, and his grip is strong and possessive; you're not going anywhere until both of you are thoroughly satisfied. And then you'll do it all again. He's also extremely vocal, and his teammates and anyone else nearby will know exactly what you're doing.

The scientists know better than to ask him of all people to... study this behavior between Na'vi couples. However, they can tell him a key piece is missing when he complains about not ever fully calming down. 'You said it would be gone for 6 hours!' IF he performs Tsaheylu with you, connecting your queues, signifying your bond. It's all mumbo-jumbo crap to him, until he finally tries it. He never goes back.

"But what about a human S/O?" I hear you ask... That is such a bad idea. You will not survive. Everything is far too big, far too rough, and you can't connect with him, therefore making him even more determined and frustrated.

[hamstyandfriends]

The founders!!

(lore under the pics/cut ig???)

My Warriors OC story's four clans are SunClan, MountClan, SnowClan and LeafClan. All of their founders were loners and kittypets before they gathered their own camps (i didn't read the original DOTC arc, so idk how it went sorry)

(Explanation behind Autumn Leaf's name) At first, they used the same twoleg words for seasons, it was only later when they developed their own ones;

Frosty Quarter for winter

Bloom Quarter for spring

Sunny Quarter for summer

Wither Quarter for autumn

And a Circle for the whole year itself

Rising Sun (SunCrystal)

She/her, bisexual

She was originally a kittypet, later she ran away and found other stray cats. Just like her, SunClan warriors are typically energetic, friendly, and open towards everyone.

Mountain Peak (MountCrystal)

They/them, aroace

They're a descendant of wild cats living in the mountains. When their tribe got too crowded, them and a few other cats had to look for a new home. They were the cat who originally proposed the idea of Clans to the other founders.

Shining Snow (SnowCrystal)

She/her, lesbian

She is half deaf. She was born in a barn, on a twoleg farm. She settled down by the river. Her Clan is just as peaceful and open-minded as she was, having a history of the least wars they've been in.

Autumn Leaf (LeafCrystal)

He/him, gay

He used to be a low-ranked soldier in a rogue group before he decided to split from them. And because of that, he and his Clan always had a paw or two in all kinds of shady business, including shitty leaders, kitnapping, battle mania, etc. And because he's a male calico, he's technically infertile.

[hannibalzero]

you have an abo charthur fic on ao3 that I've been following and liking, do you think you'd ever do one for a different rdr2 pairing? & what're your headcanons for some of characters

So far nothing is planned, I like Dutch/Hosea. Arthur/John isn’t bad ether. It would be fun to write about Duke and Hosea raising Arthur. At the moment I am only half way (if that) through the game. So my pairing will probably grown more in time.

Headcanons I have a few.

Hosea is a infertile omega, his mating bond was broken with Dutch when Molly joined. Hosea is still heartbroken but works with Dutch, it’s the only thing he really knows how to do. Hosea did most of the child raising when it came to Arthur and John.

Dutch is a alpha (big shock I know) mated Hosea when they were both young. Said he never wanted a family, the gang was all that matters. Changed his mind when Molly came around. Dutch is always looking for bigger and better, the next job, the next camp, next lover. Not a great parent but thought the boys how to ride a horse and have a taste in music.

Micha is a beta through and through but wants to be the biggest alpha in the gang. His word is law and wants everyone to know it. Has a thing for sunflower seeds constantly chewing them and spitting them everywhere. He see omegas as objects and doesn’t want to hear anything else. He smells horrible too, thinks his natural smell is way heather than washing.

Bill, he is a alpha. Well kinda. While in the civil war there was some kind of accident that made it so he couldn’t have sex. It’s why Tilly teases him about being half a man. Bill is oddly progressive, thinks women and omegas should vote. Giving him a chance he is great around kids and can make anyone his friend. He does like to drink but knows his limit.

Molly is a prized omega in society, she is female and beautiful. Knows when to keep her mouth shut and how to get Dutch into a good mood. It isn’t easy but she knows her job well. Molly has been using a syringe full of water to wash out any pups Dutch tries to place on her. She’s in it for the adventure and the respect. Not for the man.

Tilly is a beta, she’s a great singer when she wants to be. Has a soft spot for the stories Mary-Beth writes, she’s really good at preparing medicine and making homemade wine from peaches.

Mary-Beth is a omega, she milks it for all it’s worth. Men/alphas do just about anything when she bats her eyelashes and pushes her tits up. She uses her characters when holding up banks and damn it’s almost believable. Though she still dreams to settle down with a fine alpha and little house. Some dreams never die.

Karen Jones no one really knows what’s going on with her. She loves her booze, loves being a trigger happy women. This is the life she wants and who can tell her no?

Person is a beta, doesn’t want to settle down but doesn’t have the heart to tell his elderly aunt that he won’t be marrying. He’s married to his work, loves cooking and just the freedom of the gang. He does trade some spicy letters with some unknown man a few states away.

Swanson is castrated, giving up his secondary gender for the lord. He’s retreated it ever since, that’s when the booze and morphine came into his life. His one true love.

Uncle is a alpha. used to be the gangs enforcer, in his prime he was just as bad as low honor Arthur. When he hit forty he hurt his knee, used booze to self medicate and now he’s the entertainment. Though he still thinks back about the omega he let get away, sometimes he sees him in his drunken gaze. Uncle wants to go to him but not yet, the gang still needs him. He thinks.

Sean is a beta, not looking to settle down just yet. He’s hardly 20 and wants to sow some wild oats, he’s into alpha women. Tall, strong, amazing alpha women. He wants to hug her and have his head in her chest, the man can dream.

Josiah is a alpha but he’s a alpha sexual and exclusive to men only. Not that he doesn’t like the female form or a male omega. Nothing makes him happier when there’s someone he can work on, a change and alphas are so handsome. He had men in every town to spoil him ❤️

Abigail is a beta, she joined the gang for fun and adventure. Fooled around with the men, caught feelings for John when she got pregnant. It was like a switch was flipped from a wild women shirtless howling at the moon to a prim and proper lady. She’s over protective of Jack and is trying her best to make John settle down.

John is a alpha, really cocky and has the best nose out to the group. Yes Jack is his but John feels like he can’t be a good father or man. Muchless an alpha, he loves jack and Abigail but they scare the shit outta him. He wants to be an alpha like high honor Arthur, even if it burns his ass that Arthur is a omega.

Javier another alpha, he is still homesick for Mexico. Sometimes he talks Pearson into letting him cook, sharing the food of his homeland with the gang. He plays guitar and knits when no one is looking.

Lenny is a beta, smart as can be. He believes knowledge is true power, he has a strong relationship with Hosea and Arthur. He’s been with the gang since he was a teenager, he misses Jenny to this day.

Charles is a alpha, but he keeps quite about it. He has never been with a group of people who just doesn’t care about race? Charles hardly believes it’s real himself, he likes to work leather and maybe carving wood. He has to keep reminding Arthur to stop spoiling the horses. He is losing the battle with Arthur on this.

Arthur is a omega, always has been. Has a taste in both men and women. Arthur hides his secondary gender as a way to protect himself, he washes a lot. Using hair pomade with a thick scent to hide his own scent. Arthur leaves before his heats and hides in a omega house, if you pay the mama she’ll keep you safe. Hosea, Dutch, Uncle and John know what he truly is. After Arthur had his first child at thirteen, Dutch gave Arthur a order to keep his damn legs closed…and he has. He loved Mary but that wasn’t real love, Arthur has feelings for Charles but he’s trying to ignore that.

(yo I have updated this! 1/11/24)

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The Greatest Sins of Humanity Against Women: A History of Subjugation and Resistance

Throughout history, women have endured centuries of oppression, exploitation, and violence. From control over their bodies to silencing their voices, gender inequality has been deeply embedded in patriarchal systems that institutionalized these practices. This article traces a timeline of humanity's greatest sins against women, analyzing how these atrocities shaped society and women's roles within it.

1. Early Evidence of Control: The Agricultural Revolution (10,000 BCE)

Before the Agricultural Revolution, hunter-gatherer societies were relatively egalitarian. The shift to agriculture marked the beginning of control over women.

Private Property: With the emergence of land as an economic resource, women began to be seen as male "property," particularly in the contexts of marriage and reproduction.

Forced Marriages: Women were traded as commodities in political and familial alliances.

2. Antiquity: Violence and Legal Subjugation

In early empires such as Mesopotamia, Egypt, and Greece, women were already in subordinate positions, treated as tools for reproduction or as property.

Code of Hammurabi (c. 1754 BCE): Laws harshly punished women for infidelity while allowing men to take concubines or sexual slaves.

Ancient Greece: Aristotle described women as "incomplete men." They were excluded from politics and confined to domestic roles.

Rape as a Weapon of War: In many civilizations, women captured during battles were used as sexual slaves.

3. The Middle Ages: The Inquisition and Reproductive Control

During the Middle Ages, the Church's influence consolidated patriarchy in Europe, while similar systems were implemented in other parts of the world.

3.1. The Witch Hunts

Between the 15th and 17th centuries, thousands of women were tortured and executed under accusations of witchcraft.

Independent women, especially those with knowledge of medicine or herbs, were easy targets.

These accusations were often driven by personal disputes or fear of the unknown.

3.2. Control of Sexuality and Forced Marriages

The Church reinforced the idea that a woman's role was procreation, with marriage being her only "acceptable" existence.

Contraception was forbidden, and women were punished for infertility, often accused of witchcraft.

4. Modern Era: Slavery and Sexual Exploitation

The exploitation of women intensified with the rise of mass slavery and colonialism.

Transatlantic Slavery: Enslaved women were systematically raped by their masters. Many were forced to bear children who would also be enslaved, perpetuating the cycle of oppression.

Forced Prostitution: During the colonial and industrial periods, impoverished women were sexually exploited in brothels controlled by men.

5. The 20th Century: Wartime Violence and Eugenics

5.1. Rape as a Weapon of War

During World War II, the Japanese army abducted thousands of women, particularly from Asia, to serve as "comfort women" in sexual slavery.

In modern conflicts such as Bosnia and Rwanda, rape was used as a tool of terror and ethnic cleansing.

5.2. Reproductive Control and Forced Sterilization

Eugenics: In the 20th century, eugenics programs in countries like the United States and Nazi Germany sterilized "undesirable" women, including the poor, Black women, and those with disabilities.

Medical Experiments: Jewish and Roma women were subjected to brutal experiments in Nazi concentration camps.

6. The 21st Century: Persistence and Resistance

Despite advances in women's rights, oppression persists in modern forms.

Human Trafficking: Women make up the majority of human trafficking victims, often exploited sexually or forced into labor.

Restrictive Laws: In many countries, women face severe limitations on access to education, healthcare, and employment. For example, the resurgence of the Taliban in Afghanistan has rolled back women's rights significantly.

Conclusion: The Fight Against Injustice

History is marked by a constant attempt to control, silence, and oppress women. However, it is also a history of resistance. From women accused of witchcraft to those fighting human trafficking today, there is a long tradition of resilience.

Understanding these atrocities is essential to preventing their recurrence and continuing the fight for a truly equal society. Recognition and historical reparations are fundamental steps on this journey.

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How Nex IVF is Transforming Fertility Care in Patna

In a society where infertility often carries a stigma, finding the best IVF center in Patna isn't just about medical excellence—it's about compassionate, holistic care. Nex IVF has established itself as a leading fertility center in Patna, Bihar, with over 10 years of excellence in reproductive healthcare. As the best fertility center in Patna, we have successfully performed more than 3000 procedures, helping countless couples realize their dreams of parenthood. Our state-of-the-art facility has treated over 5000 patients, making us the most trusted IVF and fertility center in Patna. Let's explore how this center is revolutionizing fertility treatment in the region.

Addressing Social Stigma

Infertility in India, particularly in states like Bihar, often comes with social pressure and misconceptions. As the best fertility clinic in Patna, NEX IVF takes a proactive approach in educating the community about infertility causes and treatments. They organize awareness campaigns and workshops, helping to break down the stigma associated with seeking fertility treatments.

Psychological Support: A Cornerstone of Care

What sets NEX IVF apart as the best IVF center in Patna, Bihar is their recognition that emotional well-being is crucial for fertility treatment success. They offer:

Individual and couple counseling sessions

Support groups for patients to share experiences

Financial support in cases of failed IVF cycles

Compassionate staff that cares about your health

This comprehensive approach addresses the anxiety and depression often associated with infertility, making NEX IVF more than just a medical facility—it's a support system.

Cultural Sensitivity in Treatment

As an affordable IVF & Fertility center in Patna, NEX IVF understands the cultural nuances of the region. They tailor their communication and treatment plans to respect local customs and beliefs, ensuring patients feel comfortable and understood throughout their fertility journey.

Empowering Women Through Education

NEX IVF goes beyond being the best IVF center in Patna; it's an educational resource. They conduct regular seminars on women's health, empowering females with knowledge about their reproductive rights and options. This initiative is particularly crucial in a state where women's health issues are often overlooked. Their healthcare standards, as well as their approach for maternity health gets the expert counsel in an easy to understand manner so that their future health does not get hampered.

Making Affordable IVF Treatment in Patna a Reality

Financial stress can significantly impact the emotional well-being of couples seeking fertility treatments. NEX IVF addresses this by:

Offering transparent pricing

Providing flexible payment plans

Assisting with insurance claims

Organizing fertility treatment camps for economically disadvantaged couples

By making IVF more accessible, they're helping to alleviate the psychological burden of treatment costs. By lessening such burdens, NEX IVF hopes to normalize IVF procedures for those who truly want to grow their family aspirations despite infertility.

Building a Community of Hope

What truly makes NEX IVF the best fertility center in Patna is its effort to build a supportive community. They:

Dr Swati Mishra’s depth of expertise

Share success stories to inspire hope

Provide a platform for patients to review honestly about their experience

This sense of community helps combat the isolation often felt by those struggling with infertility.

Addressing Male Infertility: Breaking Taboos

In a society where infertility is often seen as a "woman's problem," NEX IVF is breaking ground by openly addressing male infertility. They provide specialized counseling for men and couples, helping to dispel myths and encourage equal participation in the fertility journey.

Conclusion

NEX IVF and Fertility Center isn't just leading in medical technology; they're pioneering a new approach to fertility care that addresses the complex social and psychological aspects of infertility. By offering affordable IVF treatment in Patna alongside comprehensive emotional support, they're not just treating infertility—they're healing lives and transforming society's approach to reproductive health.

For those seeking more than just medical treatment, NEX IVF stands out as the best fertility clinic in Patna, offering hope, understanding, and a path to parenthood that acknowledges the whole person—not just the medical condition.

Remember, every fertility journey is unique. If you're considering treatment, reach out to NEX IVF to experience their holistic approach firsthand and take the first step towards your family-building goals in a supportive, understanding environment.

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India Best Sexologist Doctors Clinic in Patna, Bihar | Dr. Sunil Dubey

An overview of Dubey Clinic:

Dubey Clinic is India’s most reliable and highly trustworthy Ayurveda and Sexology medical science clinic that is located at Dubey Market, Langar Toli, Chauraha, and Patna-04. This is Bihar’s Ayurveda medical science clinic that provides the quality proven treatment and medication privileges to married and unmarried sexual patients.

In fact, this clinic was set up by the famous Indian vaidya Dr. Subhash Dubey. He was the most successful Ayurveda physician who treats all types of sexual patients at Dubey Clinic. At present day, the world famous Ayurvedacharya Dr. Sunil Dubey is running this certified clinic. He is the director of Dubey Clinic and provides his treatment and medication privileges to all over India sexual patients. On the occasion of the first tribute of Dr. Subhash Dubey, the founder of Dubey Clinic, Dr. Sunil Dubey organized a free medical camp and blanket distribution on 16 January 2024. The program of free medical camp and blanket distribution had been successful and 500 people availed of this occasion.

About the Ayurveda Expert Medical Team of Dubey Clinic:

Dubey Clinic is a multi-dimensional spacious Ayurveda Clinic in which the expert teams of Ayurvedic doctors work to prepare the natural medicines. Dr. Sunil Dubey is the leading sexologist doctor who directs and helps to them for the preparation of medication.

This clinic has a laboratory and research Centre. The internal accommodation of this clinic is captivating and positive impact where the patients feel hassle-free. The outside parking makes easy to four-wheeler patients. It is rush area but the well-equipped construction of this clinic protects the extra sound.  The skilled medical team of this clinic is busy in packing medicine and helping the patient.

The specialties of Clinic:

99% positive clinic results

Confidential patients’ records

Quality-proven treatment

Most Effective natural medicine

60 years old Ayurveda Clinic

Expert Teams of Ayurveda Medicare

Spacious Doctor’s Chamber and hall

Well- Accommodation inside Clinic

Ayurveda Research Centre in Clinic

Laboratory for Medicine Preparation

Treatment for Male Sexual Patients:

Dubey Clinic provides the entire treatment and medication privileges to male sexual patients. All over India sexual patients contact this clinic over the phone and consult Dr. Sunil Dubey. Sexual patients from Bihar most of the time visit the clinic to get their treatment and medication.

Dubey Clinic provides the following treatment for the male sexual patients:

Erectile Dysfunctions

Premature Ejaculation

Metal Disease Treatment

Wet Dream/Nightfall

Sexual Weakness Treatment

Low Stamina Improvement

Male Infertility Treatment

Other Sexual Problems

Treatment for Female Sexual Patients:

Dr. Sunil Dubey is one of the best sexologist doctors in Bihar because he treats both man and woman sexual patients. The female sexual patients always come to this clinic for their better sexual health. They come to this clinic along with their partners or guardians and this clinic provides them female assistance to get their treatment.

Generally, the following female sexual patients visit this clinic for their treatment:

Menstruation Problems

Sexual Arousal Disorder

Vaginismus

Vaginal Dryness

Sexual Pain Disorder

Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder

Female Infertility Treatment

Other female sexual problems

About Dr. Sunil Dubey, Gold Medalist Sexologist Doctor:

Dr. Sunil Dubey is a highly experienced sexologist doctor in Patna who has been treating and serving the sexual patients for a long time. He is a worldwide famous Ayurvedacharya who also treats the international sexual patients. He is awarded with Gold medal, Bharat Gaurav Award, and Asia Best Sexologist Award for his great contribution in this Ayurveda and Sexology medical science.

He has treated more than 3.5+ lakh sexual patients of India. He has been the most successful Ayurveda medical science researcher who has discovered the number of natural medicines for sexual patients. In Bihar, he is awarded with Government of Bihar for his great achievement in sexology medical science profession.

Appointment and Consultation:

This clinic provides consultation privileges over phone, both local and outstation patients can get their appointment. Most of the sexual patients from Bihar or Jharkhand state make their appointment over phone to come to the clinic. Outpatients make their appointments to receive treatment over the phone. This clinic solves their problems and provides medicine courier privileges all over India.

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A Certified Clinic of India

Helpline No: +91 98350 92586; +91 93340 58336

Venue: Subash Market, Dariyapur Gola, Langar Toli, Chauraha, Patna, Bihar 800004

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Dr. Sandeep Nunia: A Leading Urologist in Jaipur

When it comes to Best urological in Jaipur, one name stands out prominently — Dr. Sandeep Nunia. With over 15 years of experience, Dr. Nunia has established himself as a trusted and skilled urologist, providing comprehensive care to patients in the Pink City. In this article, we delve into Dr. Sandeep Nunia’s background, expertise, and the services he offers to the community.

Dr. Sandeep Nunia: Background and Education

Dr. Sandeep Nunia completed his medical education with a focus on urology, earning his MBBS and MS (Urology) degrees. His academic achievements were complemented by hands-on training in reputable medical institutions. Dr. Nunia’s commitment to urological excellence and patient care has been evident throughout his educational journey.

Professional Experience

With a career spanning over 15 years, Dr. Sandeep Nunia has amassed a wealth of experience in diagnosing and treating various urological conditions. His professional journey includes working in both public and private healthcare settings, contributing to his versatile expertise. Dr. Nunia’s dedication to staying updated with the latest advancements in urology ensures that his patients receive state-of-the-art care.

Areas of Specialization

Dr. Nunia has developed proficiency in treating a wide range of urological issues. His areas of specialization include:

Kidney Stones: Dr. Sandeep Nunia employs advanced diagnostic techniques and minimally invasive procedures to address kidney stones effectively.

Prostate Health: With a focus on both benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) and prostate cancer, Dr. Nunia provides comprehensive care for male patients.

Urinary Tract Infections (UTIs): Dr. Nunia is well-versed in diagnosing and treating UTIs, ensuring prompt and effective intervention.

Male Infertility: Understanding the sensitive nature of male infertility, Dr. Nunia collaborates with reproductive specialists to offer personalized treatment plans.

Patient-Centric Approach

What sets Dr. Sandeep Nunia apart is his patient-centric approach. He believes in establishing open communication with his patients, ensuring they are well-informed about their condition and treatment options. Dr. Nunia takes the time to address patient concerns, fostering a sense of trust and comfort.

Clinic and Facilities

Dr. Nunia operates from a well-equipped urology clinic in Jaipur, equipped with modern diagnostic tools and facilities. The clinic provides a comfortable and welcoming environment for patients seeking urological consultations, diagnostics, and treatment.

Appointment Process

Patients looking to consult with Dr. Sandeep Nunia can schedule appointments by calling +91–91193 08400. The clinic staff is responsive and ensures a streamlined process for booking consultations. Dr. Nunia’s commitment to timely and efficient healthcare delivery is reflected in the clinic’s operations.

Community Engagement and Awareness

Apart from his clinical practice, Dr. Sandeep Nunia actively engages with the community to raise awareness about urological health. He participates in health camps, workshops, and awareness programs, emphasizing the importance of preventive measures and early detection of urological conditions.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Dr. Sandeep Nunia emerges as a prominent figure in the field of Best urologist in Jaipur. His extensive experience, specialization in key areas, patient-centric approach, and commitment to community health make him a sought-after urologist in the region. For individuals in Jaipur seeking urological care, Dr. Nunia’s expertise provides a reassuring option for comprehensive and compassionate treatment.

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Dr. Sandeep Nunia: A Leading Urologist in Jaipur

When it comes to Best urological in Jaipur, one name stands out prominently — Dr. Sandeep Nunia. With over 15 years of experience, Dr. Nunia has established himself as a trusted and skilled urologist, providing comprehensive care to patients in the Pink City. In this article, we delve into Dr. Sandeep Nunia’s background, expertise, and the services he offers to the community.

Dr. Sandeep Nunia: Background and Education

Dr. Sandeep Nunia completed his medical education with a focus on urology, earning his MBBS and MS (Urology) degrees. His academic achievements were complemented by hands-on training in reputable medical institutions. Dr. Nunia’s commitment to urological excellence and patient care has been evident throughout his educational journey.

Professional Experience

With a career spanning over 15 years, Dr. Sandeep Nunia has amassed a wealth of experience in diagnosing and treating various urological conditions. His professional journey includes working in both public and private healthcare settings, contributing to his versatile expertise. Dr. Nunia’s dedication to staying updated with the latest advancements in urology ensures that his patients receive state-of-the-art care.

Areas of Specialization

Dr. Nunia has developed proficiency in treating a wide range of urological issues. His areas of specialization include:

Kidney Stones: Dr. Sandeep Nunia employs advanced diagnostic techniques and minimally invasive procedures to address kidney stones effectively.

Prostate Health: With a focus on both benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) and prostate cancer, Dr. Nunia provides comprehensive care for male patients.

Urinary Tract Infections (UTIs): Dr. Nunia is well-versed in diagnosing and treating UTIs, ensuring prompt and effective intervention.

Male Infertility: Understanding the sensitive nature of male infertility, Dr. Nunia collaborates with reproductive specialists to offer personalized treatment plans.

Patient-Centric Approach

What sets Dr. Sandeep Nunia apart is his patient-centric approach. He believes in establishing open communication with his patients, ensuring they are well-informed about their condition and treatment options. Dr. Nunia takes the time to address patient concerns, fostering a sense of trust and comfort.

Clinic and Facilities

Dr. Nunia operates from a well-equipped urology clinic in Jaipur, equipped with modern diagnostic tools and facilities. The clinic provides a comfortable and welcoming environment for patients seeking urological consultations, diagnostics, and treatment.

Appointment Process

Patients looking to consult with Dr. Sandeep Nunia can schedule appointments by calling +91–91193 08400. The clinic staff is responsive and ensures a streamlined process for booking consultations. Dr. Nunia’s commitment to timely and efficient healthcare delivery is reflected in the clinic’s operations.

Community Engagement and Awareness

Apart from his clinical practice, Dr. Sandeep Nunia actively engages with the community to raise awareness about urological health. He participates in health camps, workshops, and awareness programs, emphasizing the importance of preventive measures and early detection of urological conditions.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Dr. Sandeep Nunia emerges as a prominent figure in the field of Best urologist in Jaipur. His extensive experience, specialization in key areas, patient-centric approach, and commitment to community health make him a sought-after urologist in the region. For individuals in Jaipur seeking urological care, Dr. Nunia’s expertise provides a reassuring option for comprehensive and compassionate treatment.

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Elevating Urological Care: Dr. Shams Iqbal, Leading Urologist in Kondhwa, Camp, and Hadapsar

In the dynamic landscape of urological health in Pune, Dr. Shams Iqbal emerges as a distinguished Urologist, catering to the diverse healthcare needs of patients in Kondhwa, Camp, and Hadapsar. With a stellar reputation for expertise and compassionate care, Dr. Iqbal is dedicated to providing comprehensive urological solutions. This article delves into the key aspects of his practice, emphasizing his pivotal role as a leading urologist in these Pune neighborhoods.

Key Features of Dr. Shams Iqbal's Urological Practice:

Expertise in Urology: Dr. Shams Iqbal is recognized for his specialized expertise in urological care, addressing a spectrum of conditions affecting the urinary system and male reproductive organs.

Comprehensive Urological Services: His practice offers a comprehensive range of urological services, covering diagnostics, medical management, and surgical interventions for various urological disorders.

Focus on Patient Education: Dr. Iqbal emphasizes patient education, ensuring that individuals fully understand their conditions, treatment options, and participate actively in their healthcare journey.

Advanced Diagnostic Techniques: Utilizing state-of-the-art diagnostic tools, Dr. Shams Iqbal ensures accurate assessments, enabling precise diagnoses and tailored treatment plans.

Minimally Invasive Procedures: Where applicable, Dr. Iqbal employs minimally invasive techniques, including laparoscopic and robotic-assisted procedures, to enhance patient comfort and expedite recovery.

Urological Conditions Addressed by Dr. Shams Iqbal:

Kidney Stones: Diagnosis and management of kidney stones, incorporating medical and surgical interventions as needed.

Prostate Disorders: Expertise in the diagnosis and treatment of prostate conditions, including enlargement and cancer.

Bladder Issues: Addressing bladder-related concerns such as infections, overactive bladder, and bladder cancer.

Male Infertility: Evaluation and management of male infertility issues, offering personalized solutions for couples seeking reproductive assistance.

Urinary Tract Infections (UTIs): Comprehensive diagnosis and treatment of UTIs to prevent recurrence and complications.

Locations Served: Kondhwa, Camp, Hadapsar

Kondhwa: Providing accessible urological care to the residents of Kondhwa, Dr. Shams Iqbal's practice ensures that patients in this area have a reliable resource for their urological health needs.

Camp: With a presence in Camp, Dr. Iqbal extends his expertise to serve the diverse population of this central Pune location, offering convenient access to specialized urological care.

Hadapsar: Recognizing the growing healthcare needs in Hadapsar, Dr. Shams Iqbal's practice reaches out to residents in this vibrant neighborhood, providing expert urological services.

Why Choose Dr. Shams Iqbal as Your Urologist:

Specialized Urological Expertise: Dr. Iqbal's specialized training and extensive experience in urology position him as a trusted authority in the field.

Patient-Centric Approach: A strong commitment to patient care is evident in Dr. Iqbal's approach, emphasizing empathy, communication, and collaboration in the treatment process.

Advanced Technology: The practice is equipped with advanced urological technology, ensuring that patients receive the benefits of cutting-edge diagnostics and treatments.

Convenient Locations: With a presence in Kondhwa, Camp, and Hadapsar, Dr. Shams Iqbal's practice prioritizes accessibility for patients across these Pune neighborhoods.

Positive Patient Outcomes: Dr. Iqbal's track record of successful outcomes and patient satisfaction underscores the effectiveness of his urological care.

For individuals seeking unparalleled urologist in Kondhwa, Camp, and Hadapsar, Dr. Shams Iqbal stands as a beacon of excellence. With a commitment to advanced care, patient well-being, and accessibility, Dr. Iqbal is dedicated to enhancing the urological health of individuals across these vibrant Pune neighborhoods.