#alien franchise fanfiction

[penvisions]

in search of honor {series teaser}

Fandom: The Mandalorian / Alien VS Predator Crossover

Pairing: Younger! Din Djarin x Sacrifice! Reader

Summary: As Din prepares for the ritual of swearing the Creed, he contemplates his past and the future he wants to achieve. On another planet, the one his people are headed to, you are told of your role in the hunt to take place. In the pyramid that everyone knows means death for those that visit. A sacrifice to be made for the Mandalorian's to perform their ritual.

A/N: this is the first tentative writing i've done for the idea that i shared over here. it's just a silly little thing helping me destress from everything going on. no warnings, because i don't have any big ones outlined yet. essentially this is mando'a culture, but the creed is the hunt that takes place for the predators in the alien franchise to prove themselves, fighting aliens and all that fun stuff!

O'r echoy par ijaat.

In search of honor.

It echoes in his head as he stares at the helmet handed to him from the armorer. He's had it in his possession for nearly ten years now, to be worn at all times. never to be removed. not unless it was around his family, his partner, his children. All of which he doesn't have, having been adopted into the culture he is now devoted to. He had been raised by them, taken in when he had nothing. It's finally his turn to earn the title of Mandalorian, after years of training, of sparring, and learning the weapons praised for protection and defense. It's his turn to prove his worth and earn his signet. If he survives the trial, the hunt, devoted himself to the ritual and solidify himself as a true member of the people who had given him everything he could ever remember. Then he would have achieved what they anticipated of him, proved himself.

The weight of his armor had been heavy like his thoughts when he first dressed in them, the heavy padding beneath it adding even more to his then small frame, just a boy. He had barely been seven when he had first been given it, each year it increased in weight as more of the precious beskar was needed to decorate his growing body. But it's something he's gotten accustomed to. He now feels it's absence when he readies for sleep each night and before he dons it each morning. feels the loss of it when he's bathing and eating alone in his room. He's hopeful the thoughts become less so just as the beskar had. A comfort rather than a daunting new reality.

He wants to survive; he wants to earn his place. He only hopes he's strong enough.

It’s not a death sentence, it’s an honor.

And it’s now on his shoulders and the only path he sees to follow.

You're in disbelief. The summons that called you has you standing beside six other eldest children of the most renown families of the city, two other girls and four boys. All varying ages, the youngest is a boy, not even ten. The first child of the family you know heads the cultivation of food for the city. He's openly crying, though his father and your own ignore the shine of the tears on his still chubby cheeks.

It's an honor, a way to serve your family, your community. The sentiment is repeated over and over, in the face of each of you as you're dismissed. The day is tomorrow, has been marked for nearly as long as you've been alive. The pyramid in the middle of the desert an entire night's travel away, even on the fastest ship. In the midst of the never-ending desert that surrounds your city, the only on the planet. To ensure should anything go awry or the hunt go wrong, there was no risk for it to get to the population.

It will become your tomb as you heed the commands of your culture and family, as you lay still and allow for an alien creature to attach itself to you, to use you as a host for the chosen species the Mandalorian’s have honed over centuries and use in their own ritual. A way to prove that their training and fighting is either the best or to see the flaws in which they could improve them in order to continue to develop some of the strongest warriors in the galaxy.

It's a cruel cycle, that you must give your live for another to gain meaning and status in their own. you loathed the life you were born into, the injustice of it. the inability to have control over your own autonomy, raised like cattle and given without argument to further another's notion of honor.

An honor and a way to show your devotion to those that made it all possible for your way of life to flourish and thrive.

A sacrifice you should be happy to play a part in.

But it was death, that much you were certain of. Even as they dress you in the most extravagant fabrics you've ever felt against your skin. Soft silt, plush pelts, heavy jewelry. It was too much to handle, the meaning behind it all, the reason for it all.

It’s not an honor it’s a death sentence.

A weight on your shoulders, but you’d be damned if it’s the only path for you to take.

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His Wife

At'Roh x Reader

Summary: Nothing is scarier than a Yautja who's protecting their mate. And At'Roh is no different, he is worse.

A/N: Another Yautja I made up for all of your pleasure. The above photo is not mine! Credit goes to its owner. Enjoy.

You looked up at him. 

You were smiling as you walked by his side, proud. 

The wedding ceremony was held yesterday, now you are officially his.

His mate.

You have come a long way, from running away from home, getting picked up by an alien and now being a part of their tribe.

You were proud of the long journey you had.

Now, it was time for a different one.

Marriage.

It has been almost 10 years since they took you from Earth. You understood their language, their traditions and their behaviour.

You fell in love with the new tribe leader almost immediately.

He was still young, losing his father to old age, and At'Roh became a young leader.

Young yet fierce.

Many claimed that he was crazy, even with Yautja standards.

One proof of this was the way he got you.

He wanted you, a little human, At'Roh craved something different, something exotic, taking a human as a wife was just that.

But as time passed, and you two grew closer and closer, he couldn't deny the facts.

The facts were that he not only wanted you as a wife due to you being a human.

A fierce human who kept him on his toes, who was not afraid to say no to him.

You rejected his marriage proposal at least five times.

You hoped At'Roh would give up, but he didn't.

Your little play of cat and mouse ended in a way no one expected. 

Everyone thought you two would bring a war within the tribe.

Instead, you two fell in love.

---

It was late at night, you were sleeping in his arms, and everything was perfect until it wasn't.

It all happened so fast.

You knew your mate would immediately go and fight to protect his tribe.

All you need to do is find the other females and go with them.

You have done this before when your tribe was attacked by a group of bad-blood yautja.

At'Roh looked at you one last time before heading out, you gave him a nod. 

You knew what you needed to do.

But it wasn't so easy this time.

The bad-bloods this time had a plan, and you played right into their hand.

They got you way too easy, but they didn't kill you.

Instead, they dragged you to their leader. 

No matter what you tried, you couldn't escape. 

"He's going to get me, you know!" you told him as soon as they tossed you to his legs. "And he will kill you all!!!" you knew they understood, even if they didn't speak your language. 

"At'Roh is dead." the leader replied before they chained you. Your face fell.

He wasn't dead. He couldn't be.

"Liar." was the last thing you said before the collar clicked around your neck.

The long chain connecting to your neck was given to their leader and you were dragged along as they all ran.

They had no ships. 

It was good, there was a chance At'Roh could find you before they got you to a ship and flew away.

You just needed to hold out and slow them down somehow.

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At'Roh's heavy breathing was the only thing in the house.

He couldn't even see due to his anger.

You were gone.

His wife was gone.

He knew the way this attack played out was too easy. They had a plan. And the plan wasn't to kill him, the plan was to take you.

At'Roh took a deep breath before putting all of his gear on.

If these bad bloods wanted to play, he was going to destroy them.

Hunting was his speciality. At'Roh loved to hunt maybe a bit too much. While other Yautja excelled at it, he became a monster. A crazed hunter who knew nothing else.

Finding you will be a simple task. His blood was boiling because you were taken.

He wanted to save his tribe only to play right into their hands and help them take you.

It was all a trap to kidnap you. It was a level of disrespect he could not forgive.

At'Roh received information that a female saw a group taking you into the forest, they saw no ships.

At'Roh figured they were taking you to a ship to take you away.

And so, the hunt was on.

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You have not stopped walking since they got you.

A group of four soldiers and a leader.

They have been dragging you along for hours.

You were beginning to get tired.

You felt like you needed to sit down, but they refused. No matter how you begged.

Looks like their perfect plan had a huge flaw.

They didn't take your refusal and unwillingness to cooperate into much consideration.

They honestly thought they could just drag you along and leave with you.

And this gives time for At'Roh to find you.

You managed to find a sharp stone and cut your hand, hoping to give a trail to At'Roh so he could find you more easily.

You hoped it was enough.

---

At'Roh's anger didn't lessen as he continued his hunt. 

It only grew as he noticed blood on the ground.

He only needed the smallest whiff to tell that it was indeed your blood.

He rubbed the wet material on his finger, watching as it almost coated his fingertip.

He hated that.

He didn't want to see you hurt.

It only fueled his anger and he marched forward, angrier than ever.

He will definitely make sure to kill every last one of them.

It was now morning when he finally caught up with the bad bloods. 

Now he just needed a plan to save you from them.

Thankfully his mind was on autopilot almost since the moment he realized you were taken. 

He moved with such ease, killing everyone that came his way.

At'Roh left no survivors.

Due to the chaos, your scent started to mix with others but he managed to find you.

With a knife to your neck as the leader of the bad bloods had you in front of him.

"Let her go." At'Roh demanded with a dangerously low voice. "If you hurt her, I will kill you."

"You will kill me either way. Why not give you some trouble in the meantime?" you understood everything they were saying and you understood what was happening, what you needed to do. You prepared yourself.

"At'Roh," you said his name, hoping to survive this mess.

His eyes moved to you only for a second, the Yautja behind you took this as an opportunity but you also moved. Moving back towards the alien behind you, using all of your body weight, causing his knife only to gaze at your skin, minimalizing the damage. 

Your movement caused the Yautja behind you to fall giving At'Roh enough time to catch up and move you behind himself before he pounced on the bad blood.

You didn't move, watching your mate defending you as he killed the bad blood.

With a loud scream, he killed the other and stood victorious.

But soon, he turned to you and hugged you.

You didn't even care for the bright green blood on his hands or body. You knew it wasn't his.

Soon, he pulled back and looked at your neck, leaning down to lick along the small cut, helping it heal.

"Take me home," you said, and he understood.

Picking you up with one hand he carried you back towards your tribe.

You were so exhausted, that you fell asleep in his arms as he carried you.

You slept almost the entire day away, exhausted from the way you were dragged along, you only woke up when it was almost night again.

At'Roh was, of course, by your side.

You didn't know but you could guess that he never left your side not once.

You looked into his eyes and you felt safe. You felt at home.

"I will not let this happen ever again."

"It's okay, you killed them and saved me." you placed your forehead against his.

You felt his finger trace your neck, where your cut used to be.

At'Roh will make sure this won't happen ever again, you were way too important for him.

You were his wife after all.

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[ohmy-zabrak]

Ride

+18

Male! Yautja x Female! Human

Summary: A Yautja explores Earth's surface and curiosity gets the better of him...

Word count: 285

Author's note: This was originally supposed to be a drabble. But oh well

+18 Content below cut

This was nothing like mating a Yautja female. This was…softer. Unhurried. But no less urgent. She placed a hand on his chest and gently backed him, instead of throwing. The tiny ooman placed two pillows on either side of him before slowly straddling him. Giving him time to stop her if needed. But curiosity had both him and his cock in it's grip. She ran her hands along his stomach before taking his cock in hand and slowly–slowly bringing him to the heat of her entrance. She threw her head back in pleasure, and he would have as well if it wasn't pressed against the mattress. He was marveling at the softness of her skin, how it wasn't even the softest part of her–the way she squeezed him.

A female Yautja would have been able to take him in one go. But his tiny ooman rubbed herself between the legs, fucking herself down his length gradually. Brow furrowed in concentration. Her wonderfully expressive mouth parted in a perfect 'o'. She braced both hands against his stomach and rolled her hips. Murmuring something that he didn't understand. She started off slow and soft, breath coming in quick little pants. She stroked up his stomach towards his pectorals, back and forth. Running her hands lightly over his quills. Catching her lip between her teeth, making soft little sounds that might have been pleasure or pain. She sped up until she shook like tree limbs, raking her nails against his chest in ecstasy. Bit him like a female Yautja would have, with her soft alien mouth as her pleasure overtook her. As if needing him to understand 'this is the same', 'this is the same'.

[kimpossibly]

symptom of life | rain carradine

pairing: rain carradine x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of blood (that’s not actually there)

summary: in the middle of her journey to yvaga, rain discovers r’s cryopod has opened.

author’s note: I LOVE RAIN CARRADINE I LOVE RAIN CARRADINE I LOVE RAIN CARRADINE THAT’S ALL :) send me rain requests if you want! i’ll be writing about her either way lol also this was supposed to be smut but I changed it last minute LMAOO, lmk if that’s something you guys are interested in seeing!

The first breath felt like a splash of ice cold water.

She was bathed in light the moment her eyes opened—white light, the kind that seared your eyes like staring directly into the sun. Sun. Rain.

Her hands stretched out and found the cold, hard, top of the cryopod. All it took was a little push and, with a hiss, the door swung open. Warm air flooded in. Like a creature reborn from its mechanical pod, she slinked out of her chrysalis and left, leaving only the vague imprint of a body behind as proof she was ever there.

As for Rain, she was on edge the moment she heard clanking from somewhere in the ship. At the sound, her heart nearly leapt into her throat, her toothbrush frozen in midair. At once, her mind was flooded with horrible realities—another Xenomorph had made it onto the ship somehow and was now lying it wait to sink its teeth into her. A parasite had crawled into the ship and was waiting for the perfect moment to spring on her and do its dirty work. Either way, she was screwed. Even worse, so was Andy. So was Y/N. Rain’s heart clenched at the idea of the two of them, helpless, locked in cryopods, oblivious to the terror around them. Even worse, she could picture the moment they awoke to find Rain a cold corpse.

No. Quit that.

Abandoning her toothbrush, Rain crept into the hallway, her fingers itching for a gun or a stick or some kind of weapon. Anything, really. But no, she was on her own. She should be used to that by now. Slow step by slow step, she followed the direction of the clanking, every movement a cautious twitch. She willed her heart to slow, but nothing would help. Eventually she entered the wide room where Andy and Y/N’s pods sat. Except now, something had changed—one of them had opened. Her body went cold.

She practically threw herself across the room to the still closed cryopod, and found Andy’s peacefully sleeping face in beneath the glass window. She let out a breath.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” she whispered in relief, both to herself and to him. She looked to the empty pod, half expecting to see a bloody mess where Y/N was lying. But she saw nothing of the sort. The pod was just…empty. As though she’d gotten up and walked out of her own accord.

At once, Rain’s head was on a violent swivel, searching the room for her. She dashed out of the room and down the opposite hallway, her breath coming hard and fast. She was here. She had to be.

“Y/N!” she shouted, her voice sounding starkly unlike her own. She turned corners and searched rooms quicker than she ever thought herself capable of.

After a few minutes she was worried she was going to run herself in circles. She walked and walked and walked, barely keeping track of where she'd been and where she was heading. She searched like a madman, scanning every corner for her. She’s in here, she kept repeating to herself. I just have to find her.

“Rain?”

She froze. The voice was soft, gentle, like the voice of someone who didn’t believe what they were seeing. It made her arms cold and her face heat up all at once. She turned, and there she was, standing at the end of the corridor, her left arm still wrapped in a thick bandage like it had been when Rain put her in that damn pod. The sight of her caused her chest to seize, her eyes to burn, and her heart to pound in her chest.

Y/N, on the other hand, picked up her bare feet and ran at Rain the moment she saw her.

It was less of a hug and more of a desperate attempt to hold on and never let go, their chests colliding with such force that the air was knocked out of both of them. Rain wrapped her arms around Y/N and squeezed, ignoring the burn in her arms and the tears that cropped up in her eyes. Y/N’s shoulders shook with tears that she didn’t know were coming, but in an instant they were there, tracing warm rivulets down her cheeks.

“Hey…” Rain whispered into her shoulder, her voice choked, “you’re okay, baby. You’re alright.”

“I didn’t know w-where you were,” Y/N sobbed. Her voice was muffled in Rain’s shoulder. “I-I thought—“

“I know, I know.”

Y/N pulled away, cradling Rain’s face in her hands. “Are you okay? Where are we going?”

“I’m okay,” Rain said, smoothing Y/N’s wild hair out of her face. “We’re heading for Yvaga.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at that. She sucked in a breath, almost afraid to ask, afraid to jinx it. “Yvaga?” She breathed. “We made it?”

At that, Rain’s face broke out into a small smile.

“Yeah. We did.”

They were heading towards Yvaga. After everything they went through, all the shit that they survived, they were finally getting what they wanted. They weren’t going back to Jackson’s Star, they didn’t have to worry about being forced to work until the day they both died. For once, they were going to see the sun.

Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips to Rain’s. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in that pod—hours, days, months—but it’d been too long since she’d been able to feel like this.

Rain kissed her hard, grappling onto her waist like she’d lose her if she let go. She pulled away from the kiss, leaning her forehead against Y/N’s, her breath coming hard and fast.

“I love you,” she breathed, “so fucking much.”

Y/N felt tears sting her eyes—not the ones of fear and loss that she’d been used to lately. Real fucking tears. Happy ones.

“I love you too.”

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Rain and Kay hug each other…

Y/N walks down the stairs and smiles…

Y/N: well we got a couple hours before we land at LV-975. Beautiful place by the way.

Kay hugs Y/N and nuzzles them…

Kay: perfect for our little one

Kay rubs her belly…

Andy: do you they accept androids?

Y/N: Andy you’re the most human person I’ve ever met. Of course they’ll accept you.

Rain hugs Y/N and kisses their cheek…

Rain: to our new lives together

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▪︎Behind Closed Doors (David 8 x fem reader)

Quick oneshot in which Reader and David share a secret relationship of sorts. Fluffy nonsense ensues <3

This is my first time writing for David, so I apologize if the way I depict him isn't accurate :')

Warnings: none really, reader miiight be a little touch starved, fluff

Word count: 1,998

I'm currently taking headcanon requests for David and Walter :)

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Not everything is always as it seems. In many cases, as we walk through life, we tend to only experience things on the surface level. Not bothering to pause and allow our curiosity to explore further and deeper. We tend to observe and then simply move on without ever really knowing much more than what is easily displayed for the naked eye.

The same can be equally true for people as well.

__________ ☆

The time was at 2200 hours, meaning it was only 10:00pm or so. The night was still young. The air held a sense of peace and warmth that hung all around the young woman's quarters. Filling in any dead space and devouring the coldness that used to reside therein.

Quiet spread throughout. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of occasional movement and muttered chatter. And the constant low hum of the ship gliding through space with ease. A muffled rumble the crew had become so used to hearing.

Through the white, dimmed lights, a certain scene played out. One that was not only shocking but also quite forbidden.

A man and a woman stood intimately close together. The male's hands were clasped behind his back in a rather professional manner that might seem out of place in this interaction. His body was bent down just slightly so that the woman could properly reach him without struggle. And with a touch so gentle, she cupped the sides of his face with her palms and pressed slow, sugary-sweet pecks all about his face. His cheeks, his jawline, the corners of his mouth. Anywhere that felt right.

But whatever could be wrong with this? Aren't these just the interactions of a loving couple who are simply enjoying each other's presence in private? Well, it's much more difficult than that.

You see, the woman is a young scientist, Dr. Y/n L/n, and part of the Prometheus crew. And yes, while the man is also a fellow member, his roles can vary. And he is not simply just a 'man'. Most would argue that he's not a man at all. Which wouldn't necessarily be a lie. He's of a mechanical nature. An artificial human, if you will. Specifically, a synthetic. The David 8 model, to be exact. Although most refer to him as just David, giving him even more false humanity than he was already programmed with.

Now, I will not go into how this relationship began, or how it was even possible in the first place, because not even I truly know, which is an undeniable showing of just how well they kept such a secret.

David's lips were curled into a faint, fond smile as he stared down at the human, following her every move with his intense blue gaze. The warm sensation of her organic touch against his cold, artificial skin was unlike any other he had ever known.

She continued to hold him, smiling softly in between each kiss. Her expression held nothing but genuine love for the synthetic. (E/c) eyes glowing with warmth and tenderness as she closely admired him.

One might find it odd that she was the only one showing affection, but don't be fooled. For the two, this was the norm.

David isn't usually one for practicing physical intimacy. It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, but more that he doesn't possess the ability to feel the need to engage in it. Occasionally, he will test out very small, simple acts he learns from some of the films he watches. Such as reaching out for her hand or maybe placing a hand on her shoulder but never desires to do much of anything more. So, Y/n doesn't expect it from him.

His 'love language', if you could call it that, rather lies within the time he spends with her. His affections are incredibly subtle, and if one didn't search for them, they would never notice. But they are there regardless. Hidden faintly within his expressions and the undertones of his words, like a secret language only she can read.

However, on the other hand, when it comes to him being the recipient of physical affection. That is a different story.

He had come to deeply crave the sweet, innocent touch of the young woman. The way she would lay out every bit of her care for him and put it on display whenever they were alone. It was always clear in the way she held onto him, like he might disappear if she were to let go. And in the way she spoke so kindly to him, always ignoring the fact that he isn't a 'real person.'

He understood just how profound her love was for him. Though he could never reciprocate the feeling, as it is an exclusively human one. An emotion he can never possess. Yet despite this, he, also felt intensely about her.

It was a different kind of intensity. One that he wrestled with himself to fully comprehend. But it was the closest thing he could relate to that elusive emotion. It was like a puzzle piece stuffed into the wrong picture. It didn't fit quite right, and it looked rather strange. Yet, it appeared just similar enough to work. And that was enough for both of them.

Y/n's lips grazed over the smooth surface of David's flawless complexion. Pressing yet another delicate kiss to the top of his cheekbone.

"You're at your most affectionate tonight, Dr. L/n" He observed plainly. His tone shifting subtly and holding a certain sense of playfulness when addressing her by the professional title. His eyes never once straying from hers.

She suppressed an airy giggle. Pulling back a bit, enough to directly meet his eyes, she suggested,

"Sorry, would you like me to stop for now?" her voice hushed, yet steady, still close enough that the warmth of her gentle breaths fanned his face. Hand sliding down to his neck.

His gaze trailed down to her lips as she spoke before gradually reuniting with her e/c pools once again. Silently analyzing her every blink, dart, breath, and quiet shifting from top to bottom. His system processing and storing the information away in his memory bank while generating an appropriate response within an instant.

"Not at all," he assured, "By all means, please, continue with your..." his words died out for a few seconds. Creating a purposeful tension. A subtle hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips, transforming his smile into a light smirk. His hands remained clasped behind his back as he stood unnaturally still. However, the way he looked down at her felt as though a pair of strong arms had already encircled her smaller form.

"...Human displays of affection." he finished. Satisfied with the light, rosy hue that tinted her cheeks. 

Her hands traveled down to meet the tops of his firm shoulders. The lifeless chill of his artificial skin seeped through the soft fabric of his plain, grey t-shirt, greeting her contrasting palms. A stark reminder of just who, and what, exactly she had fallen so hard for. Odd as it may seem, the reminder only rallied up sudden swarms of butterflies in her stomach and a cozy feeling deep in her chest. Something she would experience often when in the android's presence.

She gingerly dug her fingers into his skin in a mindless and calming repetitive motion, letting out a sigh of contentment. Bringing more comfort to herself than to him, though the act didn't go unappreciated. He could feel the gentle vibrations of a hum replying from within her chest against his sensors as she leaned the side of her head into his frame.

"I wish you didn't have to leave tonight," she whispered, momentarily closing her lids and listening to the consistent low whirr of his internal mechanics.

His eyes scanned over her every feature meticulously. Taking note of how calm and at peace she appeared to be. How her body seemed to practically melt into his. How her long lashes fluttered when she brought her eyes up to meet his again. And how her beautiful h/c hair fell all around her face, framing it perfectly in the warmth of the dim lights. Strands catching themselves on his shirt and clinging relentlessly, similarly to the human standing before him.

He stared back at her with endearment. Committing the sight of her like this to memory.

"As do I. Although, I'm afraid suspicions may be raised if I am absent for too long," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I know," she sighed again, knowing it was a stretch but still ever hopeful.

She tried to come up with safe scenarios and excuses to make it work in her head, but deep down she recognized that it would be a bad idea that would likely only lead to trouble in the long run. There would be plenty of chances to get caught or even just draw unwanted attention, and things could get messy in a hurry if even one person began to wonder about the relationship between the human and the android. And that was something neither of them could afford.

Soon enough, they both came to an agreement that David would stay with her until she was ready for bed. Then, he would leave to return to his duties and studies aboard the ship. 

He watched with interest as she went about her nightly rituals. Waiting patiently for her outside of the small bathroom every crew member had attached to their living space while she changed into some comfortable clothes. Then, re-emerging wearing something so simple as a plain, oversized, white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts.

As she sat down in front of the mirror on her vanity, she got lost in the mundane task of brushing out her hair and wiping off makeup. Not knowing just how intensely a certain someone observed her from behind. Taking in her every movement and expression she made. 

His head tilted slightly. Gaze latching onto everything she did as if studying some undiscovered ethereal creature. From the very first time he had laid eyes on her, lying blissfully unconscious in her cryogenic state, he found himself rather captivated. Her appearance bringing him a sense of something like pleasure that unknowingly drove him to want to learn more about her. Understand her. Be near her.

He could only compare her charm to that of an ancient oil painting. So pleasant to look at on the surface with many layers of complexities hidden underneath. So much yet to explore and discover and contemplate. 

Once she had finished, she returned to the synthetic. Rising up on the ends of her toes and leaving one last lingering kiss on his cheek; a sort of bittersweet gesture to say: 'goodnight.'

"Maybe someday, when this is all over, we won't have to do this," she wondered out loud. A twinge of uncertainty marring her hopeful expression. Her thumb lightly caressing his skin, hesitating to pull away.

It was a pleasant idea; the thought of them having something of a life together. Completely unrealistic, yes, but pleasant, nonetheless.

Her heart jumped when two hands came to grip the tops of her arms. Holding her carefully in place. The rare contact of his fingers sent a shiver down her spine. There were only a few seconds of silence until he slowly leaned in and planted a kiss against her forehead, so light and so careful that she barely even felt the sensation of his cool lips tenderly brushing her hairline.

He remained close. His voice lower than before as he muttered softly over her skin,

"Perhaps."

[muscari-midala]

Emergency Presents for a Certain Android

David x reader

word count: 669

Crossposted on Ao3

a/n: I really just typed that over the span of 2 - 3 hours because the dear @elecctromechanika hit me with "I thought about David getting his own handmade stocking" like a brick in the face and I HAD to write that asap because he deserves his own Stocking!!

Man, you were STRESSED!

It was the 24th of December, and you hadn’t really expected anyone to celebrate Christmas out here. But then there was Idris Janek.

Right after waking from cryosleep, he’d put up a little Christmas tree. And now he’d even laid out Christmas stockings beneath it!

Why were you so stressed? Because, of course, no one had thought about the crew’s android. So you hurried back to your quarters and dumped every bundle of yarn you had onto the bed, sorting through the various colors.

This stash was meant for relaxing and passing the time when you weren’t actively needed on the mission - but oh well, not this time.

You flopped down onto the couch, put on the extended cut of The Lord of the Rings, and got to work.

For the stocking, you chose a classic red-and-white Santa Claus color scheme, using thick, bulky yarn to finish it faster. And surprisingly, it worked out well. The finishing touch was crocheting the name “David” with thin red yarn into the white top rim. Et voilà!

But now came the real obstacle - what do you gift a synthetic person on a spaceship?

You hadn’t exactly packed an array of patterns, figuring you’d only be making scarves or the occasional cozy project, not emergency Christmas presents.

Fumbling through the yarn, you wracked your brain for ideas that weren’t potholders. Did he even cook? No, probably not, bad idea.

He liked movies, right? Quoting lines here and there? Did he read physical books or only digital ones? It didn’t matter - he was getting a crocheted bookmark either way.

Maybe a coffee cozy… but did he even drink or eat? You hadn’t seen him do that, but it was the thought that counted, right?

By the time you were done, you’d reached the end of the second movie.

After tossing in some coasters with random designs and a small case no bigger than your palm, you stretched your stiff, knotted fingers.

Praise the hyperfocus - at least this time, or you wouldn’t have finished so quickly.

Stuffing the gifts into the stocking, you tiptoed through the empty, grey corridors until you reached the common area. After a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, you played the role of a secret Christmas elf, placing David’s stocking alongside the others before quietly sneaking back to your room.

On Christmas morning, everyone gathered for breakfast and excitedly checked their stockings.

Each person found a few sweets, Fifield even pulled out a small pebble and side-eyed Millburn, who sheepishly looked away.

And then there was David, brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at the noticeably different stocking with his name on it.

A clap on his back startled him.

“Looks like a Christmas angel got something for you too!”

You? A Christmas angel? The comment made you blush, which he, of course, noticed and made him grin.

David followed his gaze and stared at you for a moment before turning back to the stocking.

“You made this… for me?”

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you walked over and nodded.

“There wasn’t one for you, and I didn’t want you to be empty-handed. It’s not very detailed, but there are some gifts inside. I hope they’re okay.”

Rubbing the back of your neck, you watched as David carefully pulled out each handmade present, studying every row.

“I appreciate it. I’ve never received a gift before.”

That made you frown. Never? Not a single little gift?

New mission unlocked.

“If that’s the case, I’ll make you more.”

Was that… an honest smile on his lips?

“But I don’t have anything for you.”

Waving off the comment, you replied, “Doesn’t matter. Maybe I’ll make you some slippers so you don’t walk around in those flip-flops anymore.”

Glancing down at his feet, you were surprised by him putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you. Merry Christmas, (L/N).”

You beamed at him, deciding that every strained, aching finger had been worth it.

“Merry Christmas, David.”

[infin1ty-garden]

୭🧷✧˚. WALTER (ALIEN) FIC RECS

Walter is engineered as a reformed synthetic, after the David 8 model was deemed "too human". Walter is assigned to monitor and maintain the Covenant, a colonial vessel carrying couples in suspended animation to Origae-6.

other fic recs.

✧. ┊ NO SURVIVORS IN LOVE while spending some downtime with walter while en route to your ship’s next drop off, you are caught off guard by a peculiar question: how does one know when they’re in love? by @chaostheoryy

✧. ┊ PLEASE you can’t die. please don’t die. TW: mention of blood & gore by @the-monkeies-girl

✧. ┊ YOU MAKE ME FEEL (BRAND NEW) being partner-less on the covenant, walter keeps you company and grows attached by @blissfullylostinarabbithole

✧. ┊ HEADCANONS just a bunch of headcanons of walter by @beeslibrarycorner

✧. ┊ VALENTINE'S DAY valentine’s day wasn’t celebrated in space, that’s what your crew leader said during the morning meeting after everyone had breakfast. it was a boring meeting and every time you looked at walter you saw his mouth quirk up at you. you didn’t expect him to do what he did for you throughout the day…. by @beeslibrarycorner

divider by @enchanthings

[nostromosdead]

Let It Rip! (For Better or Worse.) - Parts 1 & 2

Ellen Ripley x Y/N (gender-neutral). Y/N is a paleoanthropologist recently hired by Weyland-Yutani for initially unknown reasons. (Will probably post this on AO3 too!)

The Nostromo was a labyrinth of steel and shadows, its corridors vibrating with the steady hum of the ship’s engines. Though everything was objectively fine at this moment, there was an unspoken tension in the air. Something thick and almost suffocating seemed to cling to every surface. Yet, for now, that fragile peace held, allowing you to explore this strange new environment at your own pace.

You walked slowly, the weight of your satchel pressing into your side—a familiar comfort in a place that felt anything but. The worn leather strap, softened by years of fieldwork, reminded you of the sun-baked, humidity-ridden dig sites where you’d spent most of your career. The decision to leave that world behind, even temporarily, hadn’t been easy. But the company’s offer had been impossible to ignore. They’d been almost desperate to hire a paleoanthropologist, yet frustratingly vague about why they needed one on a deep-space commercial towing vehicle. (And, to be fair, there weren’t many specialists remaining in the field, given Earth’s rapidly declining state.)

You still weren’t sure what they expected you to find out here, but you’d answered the advertisement anyway, drawn by the promise of a hefty paycheck. Hell, if anything, you assumed you’d end up being shown a bunch of archaic plant fossils and have to sheepishly inform them that they meant to hire an archaeobotanist. But, until then, you could spend a few months in space, collect your money, and eventually get back to your real work. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be more complicated than deciphering the mysteries of a bunch of rocks, right? Right. If The Company had found something of interest, it probably wouldn’t even end up being evolutionarily significant. After all, non-specialists mistake plain ole pebbles for artifacts all the time. Surely this case would be just like any other.

The mess hall was quiet, the soft hum of machinery your only company as you poured yourself a cup of something hot and vaguely coffee-like. You cradled the mug between your hands, letting the warmth seep into your fingers as you surveyed the utilitarian design of the room. Everything on the Nostromo was built for function, much like the old fossils and lithics you studied—stripped down, ‘bare bones,’ essential.

And that’s when you noticed her.

Across the room was Ellen Ripley, her tall frame partially obscured by the dim lighting. She stood at one of the ship’s consoles, her fingers moving deftly over the keys. The attention she devoted to a seemingly minute task was focused and intense. There was just something about her—a calm, commanding presence that made you feel both curious and cautious. Kinda like if the jump and subsequent drop you feel in your gut from a rollercoaster never truly got to dropping bit. That is to say, it was an air of perpetual anticipation.

You hesitated, unsure whether you should approach her or not. Did you even have the credentials to approach her? Wait–did The Company even operate like that? Note to self: look into the social dynamics that exist between varying Weyland-Yutani positions of power. You’d heard about Ripley even before you set foot on the Nostromo—everyone had. If anything, in the form of a warning or two. She was known for her temper in conflict, as for her level-headedness and quick thinking under pressure. It was a reputation that both impressed and intimidated you. But here, in the quiet of the mess hall, she seemed almost halfway approachable. Almost.

“Y/N, right?” Ripley’s voice broke the silence, smooth and unflinching as she turned to face you.

You nearly dropped your mug in surprise, having been locked in a bout of overthinking. “Uh, yeah. Hey! That’s me.”

Ripley’s gaze was steady as she took you in. Looking you up and down, just once, as if that was all she needed to make up her mind. “How are you finding the Nostromo?”

“It’s… different,” you replied, struggling to find the right words. “Not what I’m used to.”

Ripley offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. “I imagine not. What made you sign up for this?”

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “The company was pretty insistent they needed someone with my background. They didn’t say much about why, though.”

Ripley raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “And that didn’t bother you?” Her voice was deep, and her question was stern.

“Oh it did,” you admitted, “buuuut… they’re paying me well, and I figured, why not? A few months in space, then I can get back to my real work.”

She studied you for a moment, as if weighing the validity of your words.

Ripley nodded, her expression eventually softening a smidge. “Fair enough. Well… If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You felt a rush of gratitude manifest in the form of a flushed face; the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “Oh-thanks, Ripley. Though, I hope you don’t regret that offer—I’m someone who tends to ask a lot of questions.”

She gave you a final nod before turning back to the console. “I figured as much. See you around.”

Part 2:

The days aboard the Nostromo had begun to blur together. It was a monotonous routine, occasionally punctuated by moments of fleeting curiosity. You found solace in the ship’s quiet corners, as your mind was occupied with the strange fossils you were hired to study. Not only did they appear to be actual fossils of some kind, they came with an added bonus of not entirely making sense. They were like nothing you’d seen before, and the vague instructions from The Company did little to help you understand why they’d been so adamant about having a paleoanthropologist on board–after all, what did these have to do with humans or their hominid ancestors?

Though, after your initial orientation, there was definitely one thing that Weyland-Yutani did make very, very clear.

Under no circumstances were you allowed to report your research, or its potential findings, to the rest of the crew aboard the Nostromo. They knew you were a hired researcher, aiding The Company in its various goals and ambitions, and that was where the line was to be drawn.

The rule hung over you like a shadow. It was a constant reminder that there was more to this mission than you’d been told… what had you gotten yourself into this time? A few weeks in and you’d mostly kept your head down, focusing on the work, but the unease gnawed at the edges of your mind. And then, there was Ripley.

You couldn’t help but notice her—how could you not? She carried herself with a quiet confidence that commanded attention without ever having to demand it. There was a natural strength to her, evident in the way her muscles flexed beneath her uniform as she moved with precision and purpose. The cut of her jawline, the sharp focus in her eyes, the way her lips pressed together when she was deep in thought—it was honestly hard not to be captivated.

Unfortunately for you, you’d find yourself stealing glances whenever she was near, and not to mention your heart skipping a beat when her gaze met yours. It was ridiculous, you told yourself. There were far more important things to worry about. Like, what the fuck even are the strange fossils you were suspiciously being paid to study, under the unsettling restrictions imposed by the company, to boot. But the warmth that spread through your chest whenever she was around was undeniable. You could think of it as a small comfort amidst the growing unease, or, more realistically, a sporadic social opportunity for unnecessary, internal panic that loomed on the other side of every bay door. Thank God nothing would ever actually come of it, you reassured yourself.

It was during one of these quiet moments, seated at a small workstation in the ship’s research lab, that you heard the soft hiss of the dreaded sci-med bay door sliding open. You looked up to see Ellen Ripley stepping inside, her presence instantly filling the room, akin to the drop in barometric pressure before a storm.

“Y/N,” Ripley greeted. Her voice was smooth and steady, but carried a note of curiosity. “How’s the research going?”

You leaned back in your chair, trying to steady your nerves. You knew damn well that that question was an act of defiance–and a cool one, at that. But, you couldn’t give in without putting your job on the line. “All’s well on my end, thankfully.”

It was a bold-faced lie. What you really wanted to say was ‘confusing, mostly, Ripley! These samples… they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen! It’s almost as if they don’t belong in any known classification! This is a brand new species that might even defy taxonomic classification! Unless, I just don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about, which is always an ever-present possibility. The Company wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information.’

But, you couldn’t. So, you just sat there, awaiting a response from her that at least somewhat mirrored the back-and-forth of a typical human conversation.

Ripley frowned, undoubtedly unimpressed. Her brow furrowed as she moved closer to your workstation. The subtle way her muscles shifted and flexed as she crossed the room was revealed by her rolled-up sleeves. The taut lines of strength tracing down her arms didn’t escape your notice, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by the effortless power she exuded.

“I see The Company’s ideals have gotten to ya,” Ripley half-teased. “They’re real keen on never telling you the whole story.” she said, her tone laced with frustration.

Despite her apparent aggravation, her presence was comforting. You hadn’t physically spoken to another human being all day. In fact, you weren’t even sure what the time was right now, having been so wrapped up in your own research, and the anxieties that accompanied it.

You hadn’t realized how much you’d come to appreciate her company until now. There was something warm about her that made you feel less alone in this strange, cold place.

“Any idea why they wanted you, specifically?” Ripley asked, her tone curious, but tinged with something else—concern, maybe.

You shook your head, glancing down at the samples you had just spent the past 9 hours or so investigating. Your eyes were begging for them to be put away.

“No clue,” you gave in a little. “…It’s like they were desperate to have someone with my educational background, but they’re keeping me in the dark about who’s, what’s, where’s, and why’s. To be truthful, I’m starting to wonder if I’m missing something obvious...” you lamented. Carefully, you returned the evidently-ancient objects to their respective lockbox.

Ripley was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she studied where the fossils had been on the table.

“Well…” she eventually began.

“…maybe it’s not about what you’re supposed to find. Maybe it’s about confirming what they already know.”

A chill ran down your spine at her words. You clearly hadn’t thought of it that way before. But now that she’d said it, it made a disturbing amount of sense. Why else would everything be so secretive?

Ripley was quick to notice the genuine look of concern growing upon your face.

Before you could voice your growing unease or be offered any solace, the lights flickered.

Just once, but it was more than enough to catch your attention. The ship’s hum seemed to deepen, a more subtle change that you probably wouldn’t have noticed, if not for the sudden, rigid shift in the warrant officer’s demeanor.

Ripley’s eyes snapped to the lights, her expression tightening, voice deepening. “That’s not normal.”

You jumped up. The tension within you thickened like a storm cloud about to burst. It took a lot to make you cry, and this was bordering the ‘a lot’ category.

“Ah, well, what do you think it is?” You stammered to ask your far-more-experienced companion.

“Could be nothing,” she said almost casually, but the look on her face told you she didn’t really believe that. “But, we should check it out… just to confirm. Come on.”

With great haste, you followed her out of your assigned lab. Your heart began to pound loudly in your chest. Don’t get me wrong—you’ve had more than your fair share of dangerous experiences in your line of work. Artifact looters and site raiders, mostly. The key difference here was that those guys are always humans. And humans were something you were intimately familiar with, having devoted your life to studying their origins, on top of being one yourself. (And yet; you still found yourself fumbling to understand a certain Ellen Ripley, but now was not the time for that.)

The corridors of the Nostromo felt different now—they were darker, and much more oppressive. As you walked side by side with Ripley, your brain forced you to take note of the way her shoulder occasionally brushed against yours. Each order of guidance and direction sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. Despite these bright moments of contact, the cold metal walls of the height-deprived hallways seemed to be closing in around the two of you. The shadows were longer and deeper than before. The childish unease you’d been desperately trying to ignore now felt almost impossible to shake.

Ripley led the way to the ship’s control room, her movements quick and efficient, but you noticed the subtle tension in her shoulders. She was worried, too, though she hid it well. This fact was the opposite of reassuring. The door slid open with a hiss, and the two of you stepped inside.

Dallas, the ship’s captain, was already there, along with crewmates Lambert and Parker. They looked up as you entered, their faces reflecting the same unease you felt.

“What’s going on?” Ripley asked, her voice immediately slaying whatever elephant previously resided in the room.

“Power surge,” Dallas replied, his tone grim. “Not sure what caused it. Could be a malfunction, but…” He trailed off, his eyes meeting Ripley’s with an unspoken understanding.

“Could be something else.” Ripley finished for him.

A heavy silence fell over the room. You felt Ripley’s hand brush against yours—whether by accident or intention, you weren’t sure—but the brief contact sent a yet another shock of warmth through you. If anything, it served as a reminder that you weren’t alone in this. You wanted to focus on the situation at hand, but it was hard when you could feel the heat of her body so close to yours—especially when the room in which you stood was fucking freezing.

Dallas turned back to the controls, his jaw tight. “We’ll keep an eye on it. Everyone stay sharp.”

As the meeting brief broke up, you found yourself lingering, hesitant to return to the isolation of your workstation. Sensing your apprehension, Ripley’s eyes caught your own. Her gaze softened as she stepped a bit closer.

“Hey, Y/N.” she said quietly, her voice a low, gentle murmur. “We’ll figure this out, okay?”

You nodded, your throat tight with a mix of fear and something else—something warmer, more uncertain. “Yeah… thanks, Ripley.”

She gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Get some rest if you can. We might need it.”

As she turned to leave on that somewhat ominous note, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much darker. But, whatever it was, you had a feeling that your job was about to become a hell of a lot more complicated.

[penvisions]

dev is up to something...

dropping this here to test the waters a little bit...just a thought of taking mando'a culture and making the ritual of swearing the creed into the right of passage the younger predator species makes in alien vs. predator, where you happen to be one of the sacrifices. queue star crossed lovers, conflicted din djarin, deadly aliens, and more. may turn out to just be a whimsical thought, but this moodboard helped to stem some of the brainrot. this is incredibly niche but the thought won't leave me alone

teaser can be found here

[multific]

The Window of the Soul

A'Tok x Reader

Summary: They kidnapped humans to use as slaves. He saw you the day you arrived at Yautja Prime.

They took others too. You weren’t so special. 

But why was it so strange?

You noticed him from the day they took you from Earth. He was the only one who saw you more than a prey or slave. It was visible in his eyes. 

He pitied you. 

And you didn’t mind. You needed his pity to survive. 

When they started killing the others, you gave up on going home. 

But you did want to survive. 

At least live a life and not die a worthless death. 

It is what you aimed for. 

You hoped for a family to take you. 

You hoped the young alpha would take you to his care. 

He didn’t look as mean as the others. He held a certain kindness in his eyes. 

You failed to notice that this was only towards you. 

The next day, he took you home with him.

Well, you say home but your image of a home was very different from theirs.

You assumed you would be a slave to him, like the others you saw once they were picked.

You knew that he could do anything with you.

The last thing you would have guessed was that he would feed you.

He brought a huge plate filled with meat and fruits.

It was so big you ate it for two days.

But you could have it worse.

You heard the stories from other humans. You knew none survived for longer than two years.

You were already there for almost one and a half.

In his care, you were for only half a year.

Well, you say care, in reality, you took care of his home. Cleaning, and he did teach you how to cook for him.

He was a hunter, as you have learned. 

In the tribe you lived, he was a hunter along with other males. It was the highest and one of the most prestigious positions, the only one higher was the leader of the tribe.

You could only work off of your ideas as you didn't understand them fully.

You did learn a couple of words but other than that, clueless.

Although their traditions made a lot of sense, they were similar to the ones you learn about in school.

Except for his eyes. There was something about his eyes that you noticed the first time you saw him. Something different about him, something kind.

You stopped being so nervous around the time when he brought home more than enough fur for you to have a bed of your own. 

If you didn't know any better you would think that he was treating you as an equal.

You did find it weird that he didn't lock his doors, let you roam free and let you around huge knives.

Perhaps he wasn't afraid that you would hurt him, perhaps he knew you had no chance of hurting him.

He would be able to kill you long before even the thought could come to your mind. 

While you were thinking of the ways he could be hurting you, he did nothing as such.

Not even a finger of his touched you at any time.

“A’Tok,” he said one day. You weren’t sure how, but you knew it was his name. 

“Y/N,” you simply replied. When he said your name, it sounded so strange but it also sounded very nice.

You repeated back his name. 

Yautja could not show emotion on their face, but you swore you saw a small twinkle in his eyes. Those eyes spoke stories to you, even if you didn't know nor did you understand.

You chose to ignore this.

What you couldn't ignore however was the day you got sick.

You felt a fever coming a couple of days ago, and soon, you became ill.

A'Tok had no idea what to do.

He stayed by your side day in and out.

You got so hazy with the fever, that you reached out to him since he was the only living being there with you.

"Don't leave me, please." you said even if you knew that he didn't understand you.

But he didn't leave, instead, he laid down next to you and pulled you close to him.

His cold body comforted you as you fell asleep.

The next day you woke up exactly as you fell asleep, in his arms.

You still felt under the weather but you were rather hungry now.

Your slightest movement woke up A'Tok. And he soon realized what you needed.

He brought you to the kitchen and prepared a simple meal.

While eating, you realise that you will never go home. You will never be back to Earth and somehow, you were okay with that. Somehow, you didn't mind living here with A'Tok. 

It all hit you like a cold shower and yet, somehow you were okay with everything.

You looked into his eyes and you felt at ease, you felt like you could live the rest of your life with him or at least for as long as he kept looking at you like that.

Taglist: 

@castellandiangelo @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl @manduse @jacalineiscomingforyou @mandoloriancookie @deliciousfestsalad @lilliumrorum @asgards-princess-of-mischief @fallout-girl219 @dracaryxzs @darlingmira @stygianoir @snowtargaryen

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, OR TO STEAL ANY OF MY WORK TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[yautjalover]

Since a mutual made of a list of recommended predator fics, I felt like I should do my own! There’s so many good ones out there. In my list, I’ll only be sharing completed fics, that way you can binge the goodness!

Chance by Shalimar79 (Anything of hers, really!)

The Unexpected Human Problem by Eruden

Twisted Fate by DarkOne09 (Three part series | Super underrated writer)

The Woman, The Mark and the Warrior by Carajubu

Alien versus Predator: Requiem, the Unofficial Novelization by AlphaLima1980

Beacon by NeverWinterThistle

A Knowledgeable Pursuit by LadyofParchments

The Noctivagant Series by Colorful_Crayola (Five parts but worth the LONG read)

Demon Caller 9 by Aescela

Fox Hunt by iblankedonmyname

Belladonna by iblankedonmyname

The Invisible Prince by KaterinaWinters (Anything Predator related)

Weird Science by iterations

Show Me the Stars by Diodol

Hunter of My Heart by Leania

If I messed up a link, do let me know! ☺️

[asvtrials]

Thinking about writing for Bjorn from Alien Romulus cuz nobody really writes for him and Spike Fearn is fine af. If you have any ideas I'd be happy to consider them 😉

edit: i did!

[trash-gobby]

Ultimate Masterlist

Here is where you will find all the stories I've written along with each fandom as a header. If there are any new or old stories they can be found here. The old inventory system I had is dead. This will be the home of all content I've written or created from now on.

Fandoms

Action/Adventure

🔫 James Bond 🔫

Happiness Is a Warm Gun 🔞

All The Time In The World - *NTTD SPOILERS* 

Dario X GN!Reader - Yandere Headcanons 🔞

Dario X SadisticFem!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Drama

🏏 Heather's 🏏

Jason Dean - Yandere Headcanons 

Veronica Sawyer - Yandere Headcanons 

Horror

👽 Alien Franchise 👽

Bishop Headcanons

Bishop Headcanons - His friendship with the Colonial Marines 

First Snow on Earth 

How They Would Play Sims 2 & 4

Lance Bishop Fluff Alphabet

Dallas & J.M. Lambert Dating Headcanons

Colonial Marines W/ Virgin Reader 🔞

Scott Gorman NSFW Alphabet 🔞

William Hudson NSFW Alphabet 🔞

🎭 Behind The Mask 🎭

Leslie Vernon X GN!S/O who’s Jealous of Taylor

🎄🩸 Black Christmas 🩸🎄

Billy Lenz X Short Gothic GN! S/O

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Billy Lenz X GN!S/O - Who Hides Gifts Around The House For Him To Find!

Jess Bradford - Fluffy Dating Headcanons w/ Trans Masc!S/O

🚶The Boy 🚶

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P1

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P2

Dating Brahms Headcanons (Possessive Brahms)

Brahms X GN!Reader - Trying to Leave The House 🔞

🚀 Farscape 🚀

Moya Crew w/ Artistic S/O

🪱 The Faculty 🪱

Zeke Tyler Dating Headcanons

🚑 Flatliners 🚑

Nelson Wright X AFAB!Reader Meet at a House Party

Nelson X GN!Reader - Cuddling For The First Time

🐺 Ginger Snaps 🐺

Ginger X Fem!Reader SFW & NSFW Headcanons 🔞

Ginger Fitzgerald Headcanons 👋

🎃 Halloween 🎃

Michael with a physically & verbally affectionate s/o

Michael Myers GN!S/O with Separation Anxiety

🔥 Hellboy 🔥

Poly!Hellboy & Liz Sherman X GN!Reader Headcanons

A Long Hard Day

Nuada X Agent!Reader Headcanons

⛓️ Hellraiser ⛓️

Pinhead - Hellraiser: Headcanons

💄Jennifer's Body 💄

Jennifer Check X Male!Reader

🦇🩸Lost Boys 🩸🦇

∞ When You’re a Stranger ∞ - Chpt. 1, Chpt. 2

When did Max get Thorn???

David - General Headcanons

David - Fluff Alphabet

Dwayne - Headcanons

Dwayne - Fluff Alphabet

Laddie - Headcanons

Marko - Headcanons

Paul - Headcanons

Descending Angel - part one, part two

♊ Malignant ♊

Gabriel May X GN!S/O - Who Writes Him Gothic Love Poems

🥀⚰️ Mortuary ⚰️🥀

Flowers For a Grave - Paul Andrews X Fem!Reader

❣️My Bloody Valentine ❣️

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Harry Warden W/ Pregnant S/O

🦇🕶️ Near Dark 🕶️🦇

Severen Van Sickle X Pinup!Reader

Severen Van Sickle NSFW Alphabet🔞

👹 Nightbreed 👹

Dr. Decker X POC Plus Size!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Decker X Plus Size POC!Reader - Darkness Is A Stitch Away

📸 🔪 Scream 🔪 📸

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[charlie-shmarlie]

▪︎Sweet & Low (David 8 x shy! fem reader)

-Super short little fic in which David finds a distracted Y/n humbly singing along to the tune in her head as she works in the repair shop.-

Song name: Lida Rose/Will I Ever Tell You?

Word count: 1,002

Warnings: none

I'm currently taking headcanon requests for David and Walter :)

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"Dream of now, dream of then..."

The Prometheus' assigned synthetic walked through the brightly lit corridors with purposeful strides, the soles of his sandals surprisingly silent against the floor. His hair, as usual, was styled to perfection; his clothes smoothed out and containing not a single wrinkle. The LED lights that lined the halls bounced off of his glassy, silver-blue pools, giving them an almost mirror like quality as they passed overhead.

​​​​​He was currently heading for a likely displeasurable meeting with Ms. Vickers,  who had called for him from her quarters not long ago. He was neither looking forward to it, nor dreading it.

"Dream of a love song that might have been..."

But it was only then when he stopped, coming to a complete hault seemingly out of nowhere. Somewhere, somebody was singing. Their voice gentle and sweet, a refreshing but surprising sound to hear in such a place. The muffled tune echoed quietly throughout, and David's system immediately recognized it as Will I Ever Tell You? Originally sung by Shirley Jones in the 1962 film adaptation of The Music Man. A timeless musical love story.

A sudden spark of curiosity flared within him, and he swiftly set off to find the source of the pleasant song. Yes, his little conference with Ms. Vickers would just have to be put on hold for longer than planned. She would be pissed, but her fury wasn't his main concern.

"Do I love you? Oh yes, I love you..."

After coming around a corner or two, it was then that he happened upon the ship's repair room; the place where everyone dropped off their faulty equipment or any other malfunctioning things to be fixed. The only light sources for the space were the ones pouring in from the open doorway, along with a single dim desk lamp that shone onto the surface of a table riddled with metallic parts and wires. David's eyes then landed upon a young woman who sat there, working hard at a flickering circuit board, her lips parted just slightly as that same familiar tune flowed out.

"And I'll bravely tell you, but only when we dream again..."

He took note of the way she sang the piece. Her voice was softer and not nearly as powerful as the original vocalist's, and the tempo was slower than it should be, which actually brought about a rather soothing melody. He stood still for some time studying her, his stoic expression unchanging. She was quite an attractive creature, he thought anyway; even though his programming prohibited him from feeling anything real towards people.

"Sweet and low, sweet and low..."

He stepped into the doorway, causing a tall shadow to fall over the mechanic's work from the side.

"Please, forgive my intrusion, Ms. L/n--"

"SHIT! Oh--dammit David, you scared me to death!" she breathed out, relieved that it was only him, yet at the same time, horrified that it was him.

"My apologies again, Ms. L/n," he smiled politely, unfazed by Y/n's violent reaction to his presence that had sent one of her tools clanging to the floor.

She sighed and bent down from her chair, swiftly picking it back up, "what's up? Need something fixed?" she questioned causally, her e/c eyes flickering back and forth from her project to him.

David stepped further inside and continued to observe her movements, "thank you, but I do believe all of my systems are in proper functioning order," he explained, "I rather came here following an impulsive curiosity upon hearing your voice."

"How sweet that memory from long ago..."

Y/n's cheeks heated up at the thought, and she kept her gaze locked on the work in front of her, silently cursing herself for being so careless.

David took note of her sudden awkward demeanor and quickly recognized it as one of the many symptoms of human embarrassment.

"Forgive my rash statement, but I found it to be quite pleasant. I haven't heard that tune in some time," he continued, hands clasped behind his back.

"Oh, thanks.." she muttered a little quieter, attempting to hold back a flattered smile, "it's always been one of my favorites."

The android nodded in understanding, "I was hoping you might be inclined to continue with it."

Y/n paused for a few seconds, unsure of how to respond. Such an odd request, especially coming from him, but where would the harm be in complying? It's not like she could get much more embarrassed..

Slowly, she took a shaky breath into her lungs.

"Forever? Oh yes, forever..."

The first few notes that fell from her lips were noticeably off due to her being nervous under David's unwavering, but not harsh, gaze. Although that feeling soon began to melt away and her voice progressively steadied itself. After some time, she resumed tinkering with the circuit board in her hands, an absentminded smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

David found his way to a second chair not far away and sat down to quietly admire the beautiful melody. It seemed even gentler yet this time, almost intimate; as if it was meant for him and him only. His eyes trailed over her features once more. A content expression appeared on his face as he listened intently, eventually closing his lids to fully appreciate this sense of peace that he didn't come by very often.

In time, Y/n noticed and softened at the sight. She didn't have the heart to do anything but keep going, even repeating the entire song a few times.

What a strange thing he was.

​​"Will I ever tell you? Oh, no..."

[muscari-midala]

Imagine David teaches you how to waltz

For @sharksausages

"One, two, three. One, two, three..."

A few weeks ago, you were devastated when your cryopod malfunctioned, leaving you with only one companion: David, the crew’s android.

But everything changed when you started spending the best moments of your life with him.

You hung on his every word as he taught you something new each day, grateful for someone who never tired of listening and never judged.

After another movie night watching a historical drama, you found yourself standing in the middle of Mrs. Vickers' quarters.

Warm light mimicked the flicker of candle flames, wrapping the room in an almost magical glow.

You told him you’d never had the chance to dance like that, even though you’d always wanted to. David, of course, was more than happy to teach you.

“The waltz is danced in three-quarter time, with quick turns,” he explained, “but we’ll start slowly.”

He stepped toward you, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder. His other hand rested lightly on your back.

“I’ll lead,” he said. “I’ll take a step forward with my left foot, and you’ll take a step back with your right.”

You followed his guidance, your movements tentative, your eyes fixed on your feet.

“Now, I’ll bring my right foot parallel to my left and pull my left foot toward it. You’ll do the same.”

Carefully, you mirrored his steps, focused on avoiding missteps.

“Next, I’ll step back with my right foot, and you’ll follow with your left. Then, I’ll move my left foot back into parallel position and draw my right foot alongside it. And then we repeat.”

His voice was steady, calm, guiding you with infinite patience. His hold was secure, steadying you when you stumbled.

After a few minutes, you began to get the hang of it, a proud smile spreading across your face. David smiled back warmly in return.

“Now we’ll add a turn to the steps,” he said. Your smile faltered for a moment, but his softened.

“I’m leading this dance, and I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

You started again, his steady counting accompanying your steps as you twirled slowly across the room.

“You’re a natural, miss,” he said.

“Oh, no, that’s not true. My teacher is just very talented!”

The compliment drew a proud smile from him as he let go of your hand.

“MU-TH-UR,” he called, “play The Blue Danube by Johann Strauss, but slowed down.”

He turned to you with a small bow, his hand extended.

“May I have this dance?”

A bright smile spread across your face as you accepted, stepping closer and taking his hand.

Your free hand rested on his shoulder as his arm encircled you, pulling you just a little closer.

“Listen to the rhythm of the music,” he murmured. “One, two, three. One, two, three. We’ll move with it.”

And so, your slow waltz began, gliding over the floor.

The only thing missing was a ballgown, but you didn’t care - you were lost in the moment, focused entirely on David and the dance.

Somehow, he had turned this cold, sterile room into the most magical place.

As the composition ended, David took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles as he bowed, like a true gentleman from one of the old movies.

You couldn’t help yourself and pulled him close, your lips brushing his in a shy, fleeting kiss.

For the first time, you managed to stun him. He stared at you for a few seconds, his expression unreadable, before leaning in and returning the gesture. His lips met yours, gentle yet deliberate.

“Thank you for this evening, David,” you whispered.

“No,” he replied, his voice almost reverent.

“Thank you, miss.”