#just want to hear those yautja growls

[killershrike]

on my hands and knees absolutely BEGGING BHVR to add a Predator killer, we already have the Xenomorph so why not a Predator as well?

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hear me out… the reader pegging Uihoy or Vic’tao 🤔

Tables Have Turned

Pairing: Vic'tao (male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: pegging (Duh), knots, anal, sub!Vic’tao, Dom!Reader, praise, pet name (Pretty boy, love, lover boy, etc…), talks about milking (like draining him of his sperm). Let me know if I miss any!

Word Count: 3580

Summary: Vic likes to act all dominate, like he's the top dog on the ship. If you know his hidden spots, you can turn the dominate male into a begging slut.

Author Note: So I’m choosing Vic for this. I looked at my master list for him and it’s looking a bit bare compared to Uie. Poor boy needs some love. And he’s not as much into pegging as Uihoy but he’ll indulge you. I also want him to be tied up some more at our expense.

Masterlist

Ao3

Like the position he’s place you into countless times, Vic’tao was stuck, tied, and restrained. These ropes, tested at their full strength, held up to peek male Yautja strength. A pair of cuffs held his hands behind his back, entwined in rope as well. Said material was soft against their scales. Though durable, it was wrapped beautiful to create a pattern that worked well to keep him trapped.

A few tools were laid out by his side. Everything needs to work a well endowed Yautja-like cock into his ass. It took a little convince and reassuring to make sure he was comfortable with this.

Once you got the go ahead, you were already planning everything you would do him. Anything to get him back on his knees, in this same position. Ass up, face down.

Between his slightly opened legs hung his long, bright green cock. It fit his stature. Tall, lean, agile. The green the same shade as the color of his blood. Perfect to reach all those spots deep inside of you and even further to reach your guts. You softly grasped the thicker base of his cock, his dormant knot slightly squeezy in your hold.

A large vein was popping out underneath his knot. You ran the soft pad of your finger against it and watched at the Yautja at your mercy squirmed and writhed at that touch alone. Despite loving the way the two of them pound you into the sheets or whatever surface was suitable for, seeing either of them like this did things to you.

“Look at you, so sensitive just from that,” you teased with a light tone and squeezed his knot again.  He growled with clicks and pulled at his restraints. All it would take was one word to stop all of this, Vic knew this.

“Of course I am, touching my dick like that,” he snapped back you, hands flexing in the cuffs but unable to break the metal. You ran both your thumb and dull nail down the length of his twitching shaft. Vic’tao grunted and struggled more against his bonds but couldn’t get the material to snap like last time. Trial and error to get you here. “By Paya’s name, you’re going to be the death of me, little hunter.”

You couldn’t help the sly smirk on your face. “If all it takes is a single finger on the underside of your cock, you might need to toughen up, love.” Vic’tao growled again, lean muscles flexing still. Determined as he was, the rope would not bend to his will.

“I could say the same about my fingers filling that tight hole of yours. It’s dripping, isn’t it?” he snarked and still tried to act tough in a position he was at your will in. You giggled and pinched the cone shaped head of his cock. It jumped in your grasp and slapped against his belly. His hips rutted down into your hand and rubbed the precoat slick covering his cock onto your skin.

The Yautja gave an undignified cry. Small beads of precum drippled out to coat your fingers. You swiped what you could and licked it off in one fell swoop. Salty with a tang that just Vic’tao, Vic’tao. “You could easily beat me with how much your leaking yourself, lover boy. You need to save some for me though. Don’t you want to fill up my hole?” You leaned down to his ear while a hand ran up the length of his spine then back down. “Breed me? Full me with your seed? Watch as if leaks out only for you to fuck it back into me to make sure it takes?”

Vic’tao howled. His pulse shooting skyward. He pulled together every ounce of his strength together and strained once more against both the rope and cuff. They groaned and rattled under the peek male in his prime but thankfully held. True to Uihoy’s word, these ones would work for the occasion.

As his mate for the last two years, you knew what did it for him. Breeding for Uihoy and Vic’tao are extremely high. It comes down to their very DNA. Yet, for Vic’tao, its worse. Want to get him riled up? Talk about breeding you. His seed deep inside of you. Then, if you don’t have him in a position as of now, you would be bent over just the same and filled. Just like how you said. Bred.

Vic’tao doesn’t kid around when it comes to breeding.

Deep, lung filled breaths panted from the straining male. Yet, he realized he could not get out of ropes on his own. “Untie me, now. Tressure. Now.” Without the safe word in the mixture, you brushed him off with a grin. He snarled so loudly it vibrated the air itself, like a gator bellowing. “I’m going to pauk you until you can’t think, can’t walk, can’t pauk-de talk. All you’ll remember is my name. That’s all.”

See? Just a mention about breeding has the male more than ready to stuff his cock into you, knotting deep. You giggled and patted the plush fat of his ass. “I love seeing you like this. Thinking you’re the one in charge. But when I’m milking you of your worth, it’ll be you who can’t even think. Nothing more than my cock plowing your ass into tomorrow,” you promised and ghosted your fingers over the tight ring of muscles. His lower back muscles tense and drew that part away from you touch.

“You won’t shy away from my touch much longer. I’ll have you bouncing back to each of my thrusts in a little bit, love.” The Yaujta growled again and strained against the ropes but with less strength this time. He must be finally coming to the realization he can’t win.

Watching as the male submit to your control was sweeter than candy. A grin was plastered to your face and nothing could wipe it off.

With one of your hands, you pulled his cock out from between his legs and leaned down. Soft, supple lips encased his pointed tip and sucked. Precum dripped into your waiting mouth. Your tongue ran a line on his slit.

A pitiful whine surpassed his lips. He wanted more. You smirked around his head and suckled like a calf on the head. His thigh muscles tensed and trembled. But even if he could close them despite the small bar keeping them open, you were just out of reach. You pulled back, saliva and precum connecting you to his hard cock. He released another weak noise. “Little hunter, please,” he pleaded, already.

The slit of the head of his cock was extremely sensitive. You knew to use this against him to get him begging in seconds.

Over to the side, you reached over and pick up a rubber zip tie of sorts. With their different anatomy, it took a little experimenting to see what works best. Then, you tied it around the very base of his cock, further down than his deflated knot and tightened it accordingly. He squirmed in your hold.

“Don’t-don’t use that. Please, anything but that,” he mewled and panted.

You laughed and patted his backside. “I can’t have you spilling so quickly. I want this to last. You know how the end is when you wait.” With their balls internal, this is the best you could to edge him with less worry of him coming before you wanted him to. You leaned down and gave a sucking kiss on his knot. He choked on a gasp, whole body shuddering.

Vic’tao knew this. Being edged and forced to wait for the inevitable to erupt from inside of me. He would never admit it but he loved it.

Along the sides of his cock were these small round bumps. They helped stimulate a spot inside of a female Yautja, different compared to a human. For you, they still felt good. You tilted your head and ran a stripe from your tongue up from the base back up to his tip. Your muscle running over each little nub then teasing his slit again. He jumped in your hold.

At this point, he looked painfully hard. His veins growing more prominent the long you teased him. Drool freely poured from his panting mouth. His eyes glazed over and dazed. A sight you were happily drinking.

Cool lube coated your fingers generously. You placed a clean hand on the plump flesh of one of his cheeks and rubbed the lubed digits around his puckered hole. The bright green cock between his legs slapped against the taunt muscles of his belly. You softly petted his butt. “Relax, I’m going to take good care of you, okay?” you cooed to the blissed male in your hands.

He whined and dazedly nodded his head, wiping more drool on the sheets below him. “Such a good boy,” you praised your lover. In return, he keened, head raising off of the bed. “There he is. You ready for my fingers?” Vic’tao rapidly nodded his head and pushed back on your hands.

Carefully, you slowly prodded his hole and pushed only a finger in. Instantly, you knew he could handle two but decided this time to go slow. It was rapture the way your digit disappeared inside of him. You slowly pulled out and began a soft rhythm that would loosen him up.

It didn’t take long for him to rut back on your single figure. You stopped him though and slickened up another digit before using it to stretch him all the same. He clenched down on your presence inside of him. That caused the muscles to flutter around your fingers, nearly forcing you further into him if it wasn’t for your knuckles.

Between his legs, you ghosted the tips of your fingers down the underside of his cock. Your lover jumped then tried to grind down on any part of you giving him friction. You decided to push him and added another finger. Three in total stretching hole for when you pull out the strap on that was the size of a Yautja, it would only give pleasure. As your good boy, he deserved it.

Once all four of your fingers fit comfortably inside of him, you withdrew them. His hole clenched down on nothing. “It’ll be okay. You’re ready to take my cock, love.”  You stood up after grabbing the harness and slipped it on while putting on a show for him.

The thick shaft hung heavy from its own silicon weight between your legs. Lube was used to slick up the whole thing. You stroked it in front of Vic. The Yautja watched with hooded eyes, rapture clawing at his insides. His muscles again squeezing around the lack of fingers or this cock inside of him.

False concern passed over your features. “Oh, what’s wrong? Needing something to fill you? Need my thick cock to stretch you open?” you cooed and knelt in front of him to rub your thumb over the bridge of his brow. He whimpered again and leaned up.

With his long, forked tongue, he licked just the tip of the lubed silicon. If this thing was real, you would’ve probably be groaning and plowing into him immediately afterwards. Which, you were planning to do anyhow. You gave another stroke of the strap on before grabbing at his tresses and pulling them back. This forced him to keep his head more up. “Spit on it,” you growled out.

A dangerous look passing over your features. You shuffled a little closer to and forced more of the dildo into his awaiting, already drooling mouth. In his state, he did his best to slobbering over the material until it dripped with his saliva. You released his dreads and pulled back your hips. “Such a good boy. Getting the strap on all ready for yourself,” you praised him again. He purred choppily and attempted a grin up at you.

You ran your fingertips along his brow again before shuffling behind him again. Due to the height difference, you forced him to sit down on his knees more. This was a beautiful sight to behold. If you had a camera on you, you would happily snatch a photo of this for both you and Uihoy. It wasn’t one you see very often due to the fact he wasn’t very submissive. Uihoy, he likes when he can be lazy. He does get his moment is random energy and plow you until you can’t think. But, Uie’s an old man who wants to live out the rest of his life peacefully.

Slicked up digits prodded his hole again. The muscles around it fluttered in reaction. “Okay, pretty boy. I need you stay relaxed for me. Can you do that?” you cooed softly to him

Underneath you, Vic whined and wiggled his hips the best he could, enticing you. You sat up and grabbed the base of the strap on. It was hefty in your grasp as the pointed head was pressed to his hole. He flinched again. Your other hand came up and ran the length of his spine a couple of times. “Relax, love. I’m going to take great care of you. I’m going to milk your balls dry, take every last drop for my own. Then maybe, I’ll let you breed me before the end of the night.” You grinned as that got the reaction out of him. He tugged at the restraints even though he knows they won’t budge this time.

Both of your hands gripped his narrow waist. Then, you began to push the head into him. A combination of his slobber and the lube easily slid it in until you hit a thicker part of the shaft. Not even your fingers could stretch him that much. Your eyes were glued to the sight of him splitting open for this fake cock attached to your hips.

“I know you can do it, Vicy boy. You’ve done it with Uie before. And he’s got a bigger one than this dinky thing.” The Yautja grunted at the reminder of the stretch his other mate gave him. Uihoy’s size fits his stature as well.

It was the praise he need to allow the rest of it to sink further into him. Your hips pressed skin to skin against his rounded butt. In tandem, the two of you moaned out. Your nails dug into the flesh of his hips, forcing him stay. He wasn’t allowed to move, wasn’t allow to control anything about this. You were in control and he had to take it, take the entire cock yo his ass.

“Yeah, that’s it. Took so well. Got the entire thing inside of you, pretty boy. Such a pretty boy. Want me move?” you questioned and rubbed at his hips again.

“Please, move. Fuck me!” Vic pleaded and strained the metal of his cuffs as the groaned. The material stayed strong though still shook. You grinned and pulled back your hips until only the head stayed inside of his stretched hole. His fingers curled into fists and panted. With a single, strong thrust, the cock was buried deep into him again.

The Yautja howled his cry again. In this position, all he could do was take and take and take. There was no rutting back, no pushing into each thrust. He was strictly at your mercy. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

A grin was plastered to you features as you thrusted into him countless times. You aimed your hips down to ensure the length of shaft rubbed along that sensitive spot deep inside of him. You loved the fact males of both species had their similarities as such. When he groaned, you knew you found it and focused on that spot even more.

Every thrust in, flush with his butt, allowed his digits to touch your stomach. He attempted to grab at what flesh was within reach. Yet, there wasn’t enough for him to hold to. You knew he was scrambling for purchase before the inevitable hit him. Unless the cock ring did its job and kept him from disobeying you so soon.

Between his legs, you reached around his torso and grasped the painfully hard cock. Steel in your hand, you ghosted your fingertips up the underside. Vic twitch in your grasp, cock slapping against his chest again. All the while, you don’t stop moving your hips, driving the thick shaft into him.

You leaned back up and gazed down at the beautiful sight before you. Dulled nails dug into the plush flesh of his cheeks and held them, using them to pull you back into him.

The noises echoing back to you in the safety of your room were downright dirty. The slaps of your hips to his flesh were loud. Vic’tao himself was stentorian. About the loudest you’ve heard him before.

His muscles fluttered around the silicon again, trying to either push it out or swallow more of it. If you had to bet, it was the latter.

“Gonna… gonna come. Let me. Take-take off the damn ring, please. Let me. Wanna breed my little treasure. Let me fill that tight hole,” Vic mumbled and ranted to you in a voice you could barely understand. Even when he’s below you, taking a dildo up the ass, he tries to act like he’s in charge of the situation. Breeding with him is always a big thing for Vic’tao.

“Oh, sweetie. You want to breed me, don’t you?” you teased him and aimed your hips downward again. The muscles that lined his arms flexed with great strength. Your Yautja began to chitter in his language, losing himself to the pleasure. His brain turning to mush.

Once more, you encase his cock with your hand and slowly pumped at the throbbing muscle. He was on the edge; you could tell by the way his moans grew in pitch. More whinny than before, almost like a bat.

One handed, you undid the ziptie clamped down under the growing knot at the base of his cock. “Okay, pretty boy. You can come. Come all over my hand. Then, you’ll get a treat. Be a good boy and come for your mate,” you commanded of him. Your hand returned to stroke his cock, now trying to milk your love for all he’s worth.

His voice cut out as he pitched his head back with a cry. Loads of cum spilled onto the sheets below, staining the material and soaking your hand. You didn’t stop, both in stroking and thrusting. You were determine to take everything he could give.

The sight was beautiful. His muscles clenching around the dildo lodged into him, hitting that special spot that made him see stars.

At this point, his cum just leaked out of him onto the ground. You stopped moving and titled your head to glance at his face. His gorgeous eyes were hidden, closed as he gather whatever was left of him. “You okay, Vicy?” you asked in a softly, low voice. All he gave was a low groan but nothing else to supply he was in pain or discomfort.

A soft smile replaced your grin. You reached with your clean hand to rub your thumb along his cheek bone. “You did so well for me, Vic. Such a good boy. Look all the cum you produced. Imagine that inside of me next time. Don’t you want that.”

“Fuck, treasure. You’re gonna start something I know you can finish,” he grunted. One eye flicked open, still hooded over while he gazed at you. Instead, you shook your head in response.

Carefully, you withdrew your hips and pulled the shaft from him. “No. What we’re going to do is drag your sore ass to the bathroom. Then, I’ll wash you clean, change the sheets, and snuggle you,” you promised the yellow and blue Yautja now in your care. He rumbled deeply in his chest and slightly tugged on his restraint again.

Slowly, meticulously, you unwrapped the rope from his body. Each time a spot had been rubbed raw, you placed a kiss on the area and apologized.

After the last little bit fell, he stood up on his knees first and stretched his arms high above his head. Vic turned around then latched his arms around you and pulled you close to him. At first, you thought he was getting pay back for all the teasing you gave him. But, instead he just held you.

Well, until he rubbed his slick and sticky cock against your stomach, getting the clothing dirty. You scoffed and pushed him away, which he allowed for you to. “Vic! That’s gross,” you scolded and glared at the dark spot on your shirt. “That stuck is hard to wash out properly.” It takes a whole week of soaking in water and some sort of soap to get it out.

Vic chortled then stood, always towering over you. You got to your feet as well. “You know, I’m supposed to be bravely carrying you to the bathtub for a soak,” you mumbled with a teasing smirk. The yellow Yautja raised a brow at you.

“If you want, I can just collapse onto you and see how that words for you,” he jestered back. You set a unheated glare at your mate.

“You and your superhuman strength.” Vic laughed once more at your misfortune.

[thenomadclan]

Return of the Dragon

The roaring of an angry mob began to grow louder, but no one dared to step upon the sand that split them apart from 2 Enforcer Yautja’s dragging a Red & Goldish Yautja wearing bronze and wood like armor. Various trash was thrown at the young red warrior, he was brought upon the steps of Elders and Ancient as well as heads of all the Clan, one being Python the Clan Leader of his original Clan he grew up in. As the warrior known as Zan’to (Nomad) was forced to kneel, looking through his one eye that wasn’t completely swollen at the ones above him. The Ancient One lifted his hand into the air, calling for the crowd to hear him and to be silent.

Elder 1: Zan’to, you have been a proud member of the Twin Serpents (Xenomorphs) Clan, however due to further investigations…you never originated from that clan did you?

Zan’to (Nomad): ….

Python: No he hasn’t, he was a-

Ancient: -lifted his hand to silence Python-

Enforcer: You speak to your Elders when they speak to you tainted one! -he said as he then delivered a unseen punch to the swollen shut eye of Nomad)-

Zan’to (Nomad): No…I wasn’t born into the clan…I was a foundling…an orphaned pup.

Elder 2: So the reports say….we have your origins thanks to the Hish-Qu-Ten. Your father was a strong protector of the ancient forest of Hnndar, as for your mother on the other hand….she is where your problems start…from the Nomad Clan! A Huntress turned Warrior, possibly one of the best trackers and long ranged specialists…a truly dishonorable profession.

The crowd booed Nomad in disgust, spewing words like “Tainted One” , “Impure Blood” or “Hell-Spawn”. Nomad would do his best not to let it get to him, even though he knew about this history it stung to have it in the open so soon. The Elder would again raise his hand in the air to silence the masses of the others. Python only looked at Nomad with disgust with a low growl, eventually looking away.

Python: However that’s not why we are here, while we could forgive your unfortunate birth...your recent actions of trying to…reforge the Nomad Clan? A Clan that caused so much pain for everyone on this planet, that slaughtered innocent honorable lives? Why would you wish to bring an unworthy clan like that back from the hell it deserves to rot in?

Zan’to (Nomad): I guess that’s just the difference between me and those who still hold the wool over their heads want to see…Where you see something that doesn’t deserve a chance, something that’s broken and can’t be fixed….I see opportunity….I see a chance for a clan that was so powerful to successfully raid Yautja Prime and win!….having a armada that made Bad Bloods sweat from the look of their big guns…why shouldn’t we have that as a powerful ally-

???: BLASPHEMY! -Kicks Nomad in the face as he broke through the crowd-

Python: You know Nomad…when you went into Self-Exile, I knew why and I’ve always known where you came from. Remember what I told you would happen if I saw you again? That I’d have your head…on my wall as the last Nomad Clan member to HAD ever lived…kill him Soprano.

The crowd almost began to jump and tear Nomad to shreds if it wasn’t for the Enforcers, Soprano then held Nomad down with his mechanical arm forming into a blade. A war cry that shook the bones of everyone in the area was heard, looking to see a large black mass belonging to Black Momba. She was ready to start throwing and ripping Yautja’s apart, that was until it took a small army of Enforcers holding her back. They had her on the floor, begging her to stay down, not wanting to hurt her for the sheer respect they have for her, all while she cried for them to let go of her “little red”.

Soprano: We can end this here and now my Ancients to Elders. Let this traitor meet a dishonorable end, he doesn’t deserve that of a respectful warrior's death.

Elder 3: SOPRANO! EVERYONE! GET A HOLD OF YOURSE-

Ancient: ….Demon….

Elders & Soprano: What?

Ancient: DEMON! -he said pointing-

Those who looked from the Ancient to the end of his fingers direction, was a Yautja in a cloak. He walked with his head down while holding a strange stick on his hip. Enforcers that weren’t holding Black Momba tried to escort the wandering figure out of the way towards Nomad and his Judges of his life. They were quickly subdued with quick and precise strikes, leaving the Enforcers gasping for hair or completely knocked out. This quickness then got the other remaining Enforcers attention and charged the cloaked figure, to which he only stopped walking as he raised a mechanical red and gold arm in the air in the form of a fist.

The ground beneath the Enforcers began to shake as two large forces attacked them from different angles. They were grayish female gladitory warriors fending off the Enforcers, almost to the point of enjoyment while the hooded Elder walked forth towards Soprano. The Bionic Yautja growled as he turned his blade from Nomad's neck towards the hooded figure's direction, charging in despite the warnings of the Elders. Soprano readied his blade and struck with truth and justice…but the blade never tasted flesh, the figure only dodged trying to keep walking past Soprano towards Nomad.

Soprano: …d..did you just….DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME! FIGHT ME COWARD!

The figure only kept walking till attacked again, Soprano would strike with attacks taught to him to end a fight, but was met with air or the red mechanical hand belonging to the hooded figure. This earned a growl from Soprano’s opponent, having him push Soprano away far enough for him to grab the hilt of his weapon. Soprano would again go in for a charge and just as the two met, the young warrior screamed in pain as he fell before the stranger and Soprano's mechanical arm was found a foot away from his…detached by the stranger's unsheathed Katana.

Soprano: Wha…what are you?

Hooded Stranger: ….-growled as he held his bloodied oiled Katana to Sopranos Neck similar to how he did to Nomad-

???: His name is Drago…Drago the Insane, The Red Dragon, The Demon Lord, The Oni of Aokigahara, The Boogeyman of Yautja Prime, The Nomad Clan Founder….

-Walks down past the Elders and Ancient-

…..he is the last original Leader of the Nomad Clan right?

The Hooded Figure shoved Soprano to the dirt as he walked up to meet the hulking figure, once met the figure known as “Drago” began to remove his hood to show a Oni like mask with horns and golden tusks. The Clan Leader known as Ragnarök only clicked in amusement, watching as other familiar faces surrounded Drago and Nomad.

Ragnarök: How’s that head of yours? I hope I didn’t break something important upon our first meeting, it would really explain this out of character move of yours. Then again…you got the title of “Insane” long before we ever met.

Drago: ….How’s that stomach of yours….last I checked you were holding your inners.

Ragnarök instinctively covered his stomach where a large scar still showed, Drago only held Nomad close to him for whenever someone got close they were met with Drago’s stare. The stare itself was like looking into death’s soul, causing others to back off.

Drago: As fun of a public embarrassment this was, I will take my young apprentice and leader of the Nomad Clan off this planet. This doesn’t have to be a repeat the last time I was here. -Drago said as he looked around trying to move again but felt a sharp point press against his back-

???: Unfortunately we can’t do that, like you said, the last time you were here ....was extremely a bad day….a day for redemption can be made here.

Drago: R’ka…you sure you wanna do this? I still remember our last encounter, even with your skills as a Bad Blood Bounty Hunter, you never could put me down. I spared you once…don’t make me regret it.

Growls from many sides that Drago had affected began to close in till one noticed a red dot on the Elders and Ancients, snipers from places not able to be spotted by the others.

Drago: What was that again Ragnarök? About out of character?

Ragnarök: You dishonorabl-

Drago: Don't take it personally, honor has nothing to do with it…I tried to show I was peaceful but I did need a fail-safe….this is survival of the fittest….now what I have are highly trained second generation snipers, if you think Luna (Nomads Mother) was a excellent shot…imagine 6 of them. Even if you do manage to find them and take you out, then I could always unleash the Daughters of Bruiser.

Python: He…he had daughters -looked at Black Momba who in return gave a look of amusement-

Elder: What’s your price, Bad Blood?

Drago: Let us walk out of here with my warriors and Zan’to…that’s all until I come back to finish this discussion about making the Nomad Clan an official honorbound Clan….don’t make me bring the ships in on this.

Drago growled showing how serious he was, The Elders looked up at the Ancient as he gave a nod with disgust. Python was outraged at the Elder while Drago clicked in amusement as he shoulder bumped R’ka on his way out, holding Nomad and dragging him away. All while calling “The Twins” to fall back much to their dismay.

Basher: Awwww! fight good though!

Boulder: Maybe….we….come back….then break more!

The twins talked in broken, not so high intelligence English, as they threw what almost were broken toys away. Nomad looked at Drago with one good eye, asking if he was serious about what he said back there. Drago silently chuckled, saying how he was completely bluffing and had no idea they’d actually believe it. Nomad went pale as this could have been “The Purge” all over again, as they walked away they were met by white skin with pink stripes Yautja who held 5 laser pointers.

???: Darling!

The Yautja hugged Nomad much to his dismay but mostly pain, held her back, her name was Snow or Nomad's mate. Nomad sighed in relief as he said how crazy everyone in this clan was, earning clicks of amusement from them. Black Momba waited at the ronde viewpoint seeing her little red, she rushed and hugged him tightly while also growling at Drago for putting her 3 children in danger. The Clan would bored the “Legionar” (ship name) and fly back to Earth, even with some ships following them…

To Be Continued…

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Characters in Story:

• Drago (My OC / Art by @black-suns-rim )

• Zan’to / Nomad (My & @black-suns-rim OC)

•Boulder & Basher (My & @black-suns-rim OC)

•Snow (@wolfsnowphoenix OC)

•Python (@black-suns-rim OC)

•Black Momba (@black-suns-rim OC)

•R’ka (Owned by ChuckYT)

•Soprano (Owned by SuperSpinoGaming from YouTube and art made by their Wife BATTERYBEAST_ on Twitter)

(All are here goes to their respective artists)

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The Pup

Yautja!Reader and Human!Child (Both GN) (Not a ship/pair!)

Word count: 1,781

TW: blood, betrayal, thoughts of suicide

I decided to change it up a little! Make it from a Yautja's pov this time! Since last time was kind of a fail with that. It does also have some dark moments, so please read with caution.

Will I write more if this in the future? Maybe? If you guys want more of these two.

Honestly, I just love the though of these giant, danger hunters with their innocent little kids. 😂 Like the Yautja expect fear and panic, and the kids are like, you got games on your phone?

Anyways, I'll stop rambling. As always, enjoy!

You growled out curses into the night air as you stumbled through the unfamiliar forest, stopping occasionally to lean against the tree for a breather. Glancing down at your leg, the blood running down a large wound reminding you of exactly why you were cursing the ones you once called your hunting partners. The images of the two other Yautjas turning on you without warning causing you to push of the tree and continue to stumble forward. You needed to find someone to hunker down and treat your injuries, not sure if the others of your species would come back to finish the job or not.

You weren't even sure of what had lead to the betrayal or how deep into your people it ran. Was it two hunters acting of their own accord, or was it the Elders casting you out for some unspoken reason? You had no idea, and you were beginning to doubt that you would ever find out.

Your tumbling storm of thoughts were interrupted by the sight of dim lights peaking though the trees in the distance. As you got closer, you tried to scan the lit building for any threats or information of those inside, but the image inside your helmet just responded with static, having been damaged heavily in the attack.

Your attention then turned to another building a way past the lit building. It was completely dark and seemed empty from your view point. Knowing that you weren't gonna make it much farther with your injuries, you decided on hiding out there for the night. The research done on humans seems to conclude that few left their homes in the darkness of night, so as long as you left before the sky began to light, you should be able to slip away unseen.

As you approached, you began to hear some sounds of animals reacting to your presence. They seemed obviously alarmed, but you had the feeling they could tell you were injured and not as much of a threat at the moment. The sounds mostly seemed as if they were letting each other know about you and warning you that they knew you were there. You ignored them as you continued on, finally pushing the large door open just enough to slip inside.

You picked the corner most hidden from the entrance and let your body drop to the ground. The yellow, stringy mess that covered the area wasn't the most comfortable, but it was better than the hard earth below. It also seemed to insulate the heat coming off your body and helped fend off the cold night air. After spending some time sorting through the few supplies you still had on you, you were able to patch yourself up the best you could, at least able to stop the bleeding and close up the worse of the wounds. Whether it was the warmth holding around you in the corner, the peaceful quiet of Earth's night, or simply just the blood loss and pure exhaustion, but you couldn't fight off the sleep anymore.

You weren't sure of when you had actually fallen asleep, but you were woken by the scream if all your hunting instincts going off at once. As you shoved the grogginess away, you watched as the large door you had come through began to open. You quickly realized that you has slept much longer than intended and the bright light from outside stung at your eyes slightly.

Your first instinct of putting up your cloak was foiled quickly by the blue sparks that sparked sporadically around you. You muttered more curses at your ex partners, just another thing that had done to lead to your likely demise. You briefly began to consider setting off the self-distruct on your gauntlet. The other Yautja likely left that unharmed to give you your own way out, not wanting to actually dirty their hands with your blood.

A soft sound pulled your eyes back towards the door, and you watched as a small human pup finished struggling to push open the large door. They didn't seem to notice you and ran to the opposite side of the building. You heard them rummaging through some things before they made another sound, obviously happy that they had found what they had been looking for. You stayed silent and watched as they turned to head back towards to the door.

You slightly hoped that they would leave without seeing you, but of course nothing about this ordeal could be that simple. They let out a shocked sound as they spotted you, suddenly dropping what appeared to be a bucket and taking a few steps back. Honestly, they didn't react with as much fear as you had expected, mostly seeming to just be startled by the fact that they haven't seen you.

You continued to stay still and silent as you and the pup just held eye contact, neither seeming to know how to react. When they finally did move, you watched in confusion as they raised one of their hands began to sway it back and forth. The short sound they produced you assumed was some sort of greeting. You let out a quiet series of clicks, similar to something you would do to pups of your own species. You watched as your action seemed to only delight the human.

As they began to take a few steps forward, you didn't react until they stepped past the bucket that they had dropped, which you assumed meant that they were going to actually come up to you. You began to release a rolling growl at that point, causing the pup to stop in their tracks. The look they were giving you now still didn't seem like any for of fear you had seen in adult humans in the past.

The two of you began to stare at each other again, you beginning to growl again any time they made a move to come closer. You were sure the pup was about to start ignoring your warning and just come over to you, but the sound of another human, obviously an adult, rang through the air from outside. The pup turned towards the door and returned the call.

You watched as they hurried back to grab the forgotten bucket and head towards the door. They stopped just short of it and turned to look at you. They spoke a string of words you didn't understand before they struggled to close the door again behind them.

You let out a tense breath and let your body sink back against the wall behind you. Letting your eyes raise to the ceiling above you as your mind began to race. You weren't sure what your next move would be. You took the chance to give a few test moves of your limbs, you wounded leg giving you the most trouble. You were once again questioning how far you would be able to get. Your mind began to drift back to the gauntlet on your arm. You were in your own internal battle with yourself. Part of you knew it would be the smarter option to set the timer, as you had always been taught to never give anyone the chance to take your gear, especially the humans. But the other part of you wanted to push on. You couldn't let those traitors win, and you wanted to vow that you would get your revenge. You would get to the bottom of what had happened.

You weren't sure how long you had been lost in your own musing, but you soon sensed the approach of a human. A slightly painful, high pitched squeak sounding every few moments. You watched the door open again, and your body tensed up again until you saw the same pup from before enter again. The squeak started again as you watched them pull in a little red, metal contraption.

This time though, they began to walk straight towards you. Your warning growls were completely ignored as they seemed to ramble on with words that you still had no idea the meaning of. You watched in slightly irritated silence as they walked their metal contraption right up to you and dropped to the ground next to you. You began to really question if this pup was human as they continued to spew out unknown words.

You watched as they began to reach over to pull things out of the metal thing. The first thing being a soft, white thing, which you recognized as a prey animal that bounced around the forest, and you inspected it from a distance as it was dropped directly onto your lap. The next thing being a series of hard, square shaped things covered in bright colors and scribbled lines that you assumed as one of the humans written languages.

Any worry about your previous issues or the uncertainty of your future were overrun by the confusion and wonder of this human pup. You were a Yautja, an infamous species of hunters know throughout the galaxy. And here was this small child, probably somewhere between your knee and hip height, who showed not and ounce of fear or aggression towards you.

The final straw came as you pulled your head back, just avoiding the sickly sweet smelling, what you assumed was food, square the pup had shoved into your face. You looked between the strange item and the pup in confusion, not sure that this human food was even edible for you. The human seemed to notice your confusion and brought the food back to them, taking a few bites out of the corner to show you it was something to be eaten. You continued to watch as the pup ate, sending crumbs tumbling everywhere. You winced slightly as they set the food down on your leg closest to them, luckily not being the injured one, but the feeling of the sticky, brown and red mixture (Peanut Butter and Jelly) touching your skin was a new and disgusting feeling, causing you to pick it up with the tips if your claws and drop it back into their metal contraption, using the stringy, yellow stuff from the ground to wipe it off as much as you could. Once you were cleaned the best as you could be, you leaned back against the wall. Your eyes drifting back to the pup, who was still trying to clean the crumbs off their clothes.

You weren't sure what you were going to do from here, but one thing was becoming strangely clear to you, anything that would put this pup in danger was no longer an option.

[yautjaamongmen]

Hi I just saw your work and thought it was great so I just have to asks are you going to continue the story A Friend Indeed? It’s sooooo gooood. Sorry if this question is annoying haha.

Sure can! Didn't know if people were still interested! :]

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A Friend Indeed

Part 5

How did this happen? How did you go from a normal, average, human life, to housing an alien and being stuck in what was basically a war zone?

You had been shoved aside by Friend, and you quickly climbed under a table, hearing the screeching and watching the green blood splatted on the ground. They were clearly tearing each other apart, and your home was being absolutely trashed.

You saw friend get thrown aside by the other one, and your heart dropped as you felt your ankle be grabbed and you were dragged out from under the table. You were lifted to his height. him bending to your level and growling lowly, his piercing eyes almost looking through you, quizzical and angry.

You called for friend, looking around...just intime to see him duck out the window. with a roar, you were dropped, and you cursed, both in pain and at Friend, the yautja growling, but he didn't chase. He looked down to you, and as you tried to scramble away, with a quick hit you were knocked out.

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You wake up in a sweat, the room you found yourself in so incredibly hot, waking up and looking around, confused and disoriented. You sat up, looking around, finding yourself locked in an almost bare room. The door opened, the large yautja from earlier stepping in, those same eyes quickly finding you, his head tilting as he silently stared.

"What do you want?" You said through the thundering pain in your head, doubting it understood you. "The Yautja," It spoke, catching you by surprise, "How did you find him?" You slowly stood up, staring at him, "I just found him. I don't know," He stalked closer, crouching down to your level. "What do you know?" you shook your head, growing annoyed, "Nothing! All i know is that the bastard left me!"

He clicked, in an almost...Amused way? He was laughing at you. That pissed you off more, but you weren't quite ready to pick a fight with him. "You made the mistake of trusting a bad blood," He purred looking over you with amused and curious eyes, "Truthfully I'm surprised he left you alive. One of his kind show very little mercy."

You blinked, a sudden pit in your stomach. "What do you mean?" "He's a bad blood, a fugitive. He murdered one of his own in cold blood." You were shocked. No, not possible. Him? You came to know him as a friend, he was..introverted but kind. Could he really have done something so bad? "He must have found you useful. Now he's left you behind."

You looked down, it truly setting in what's happened. your chin was taken by the yautja. "Don't be so upset. The coward won't get away forever." "Then can I go home?" you asked, still nervous. His mandibles pressed together and his browed furrowed, taking his hand away. "...no. not yet. Our kind has a code, and you know far too much." He stood up, "I will return, soon." He said, turning to leave. "Wait!" you called, "Who are you?" He turned, staring before saying, "I am Na'ta" then he turned, leaving you in the room alone.

Now you sat, confused, scared, betrayed. But you still found it hard to believe, no, no that can't be right...he tried to protect you at the start of the fight, if he didn't care, then why did he do it? Will he come for you? You had so many questions, all of which unanswered, but one holds the most...

Who do you believe? This new stranger Na'ta, the first to give you ANY answers, or your friend who seemed to protect you, then left you behind?

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Hey everyone! I want your input please, who do you want to lead this more, aka who do you want your character to trust? This new yautja, named Na'ta, or the one you've come to know? That will help lead the story!

[eruden-writes]

The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 14 (Yautja x Human)

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 (coming soon)

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'dqei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'dqei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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CHAPTER CW: Kinda-Sorta Dubcon, Explicit Sex Scene

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Rayelle gasped, sitting straighter though the action pushed her body against his. Each click was like a nail toying down her spine while the growl warbled through her lower stomach, sending heat along her limbs. Her fingers splayed out, feeling the heat of his thigh under her palms, before curling again, dragging along the netting.

It was his smug chuff of a chuckle that piqued Rayelle's defiance. He was taunting her, knowing how he affected her. But, knowing how Tai'dqei struggled against instinct around her, two could play that game.

"Sure, let's talk about it," she hissed, arching her back and reaching into the space between herself and Tai'dqei with one hand. Her fingers homed in on his own arousal, grabbing at his girth through the fabric of the loincloth-like bottoms. The grunt Tai'dqei gave as her hand squeezed at his erection was gratifying to Rayelle's ears. "Like how you've been sporting a huge boner since I sat down."

He had miscalculated terribly, he realized. Although, there really hadn't been any determinations of anything. Just his agitation wanting recompense and his desire to hear those little gasps getting the better of him. And she had responded to his challenge.

Tai'dqei only had himself to blame for his weakness.

He couldn't muster up any regret, though. Not with Rayelle's hand on his cock, kneading slowly along the underside with her thumb, exploring his length and ridges and lip of his head.

"What about my dick do you want to discuss?" Tai'dqei shot back, an amused gnarl to his voice. With something new to hold his attention, he absentmindedly put the ship on auto-pilot and initiated cloaking. Considering how long ago the last enemy had accosted them, Tai'dqei doubted another assault would come soon. They needed time to regroup and strategize, since the yautja was not going to easily hand over Rayelle.

Her hand on him paused, her pinked cheeks darkening as a frown twisted at her lips. "That's not what I said."

"More or less, though. Isn't it?" Tai'dqei's hands drifted from the controls to Rayelle's knees. Her free hand, still lingering at his thigh, gripped at his netting as his palms skirted up her legs. That sweet burn of excitement was beginning, sinking into his hands and into his lungs and dancing down the length of his body. Wordlessly, Rayelle tilted her knees wider the higher up his touch went.

"If we're talking about arousal, that means my dick getting hard," he said, his hips rolling minutely against her hand. Instinctively, Rayelle squeezed as he did so. His cock flexed against her fingers. A small delicious sound left her as his claws skimmed over where her thighs met her torso. His voice dipped lower, more gravelly, as his finger grazed over the fabric just over her slit, a moist warmth already radiating. "And your pussy getting wet."

Once more, Rayelle felt she couldn't breathe. The air around them both flickered with excited heat. And somehow, that made the sharp edge of fear tilt into her thoughts. "S-shouldn't you focus on piloting the ship?"

"We're on auto and cloaked." Tai'dqei hadn't caught the uncertainty sifting into Rayelle's voice. His hips rolled against her hand again, the friction stoking fhe heat in his core. Absently, Rayelle's hand moved again, fingers curling tight around his girth and the layer of fabric as she pumped up and down his length.

Tingles coursed up her arm. She didn't want this, but she didn't not want it either. It was annoying and bewildering, as the burning hot sensations knifed through her. Her stomach spun with both excitement and shame and disgust.

Tai'dqei couldn't have been more unaware. The scent of Rayelle layered over him, lighting his brain aflame. He wanted to coax every little drop of pleasure from her, until she was a quivering mess and begging for him.

One of Tai'dqei's hands drifted further upward, stroking over the curves of her hip, feeling the softness of her stomach and breasts through the silky fabrics. Even the curviest of yautja didn't have this sort of delicate pliability. Rayelle gave little gasps, back arching under his caresses. Burning intensity flared through him, the desire to touch her, to actually feel her skin-to-skin, clawing through his core.

The warmth of his hands on her made Rayelle's brain swirl with conflicting thoughts and feelings. She wanted to give in, to melt to his touch, to feel something other than conflict and anger and sadness. That part of her had both her hands behind her now, one atop the other, squeezing as much around Tai'dqei's impossibly hot member as they could. Matching the rhythmic rolls of his hips as he sought the friction, as well.

At the same time, she didn't want any of it. The urge to jerk away, to run, to hide and forget any of this was happening swelled in her head. It filled in the empty spaces between her hormonal haze with cold apprehension.

As Tai'dqei began undoing the safety harness, Rayelle's heart jerked. Mustering up as much petulance as she could, masking the turmoil within, she reminded him, "I thought I had to stay buckled for my safety."

"It's safe enough for the moment." As he unclasped the last fastener, the belts reeled back into the seat with a wild zipping hiss. A lump formed in Rayelle's throat, her breaths becoming short and hitched.

Inadvertently, her grasp tightened on his cock. The thick rod flexed at the sudden pressure, making Tai'dqei's hips jerk hard as he gave a low, guttural groan. He curled over her, excited breaths making his chest rise and fall, making Rayelle shift with his breathing.

One hand had fallen to Rayelles breast, his thumb toying with her hard nipple and his fingers squishing her tit through the fabric of her dress. An appreciative clicking left Tai'dqei, as he continued to knead her breast, first one then the other. A keening left her, her back arching as she writhed under vibrations and his groping hand.

His other hand hiked her dress's hem up, over her hips, his clawed fingers sliding easily under the waistband of her leggings.Without thinking, her feet came up onto the seat, bracketing his legs and toes nudging under the crook of his knees to help keep her stabilized.

Rayelle's breath caught in her throat, her attention tilting to his hand. That cold apprehension clawed into place, against the sensual heat licking over her body.

Constant worries and concerns had tired her, making her resolve buckle. If Tai'dqei wanted to touch her, wanted gratification, fine. Let him have it. Maybe once it was over, the conflicting awkward heat would finally bleed away.

The smallest movements, the tiniest sounds, the littlest movements from Rayelle sent heat and pressure pounding through Tai'dqei's body. The end in sight of a drawn-out, repeatedly triggered mating instinct coating his thoughts.

There was a brief, almost frantic, moment where Tai'dqei abandoned all his caresses. Lifting her up to reach under her, releasing the clasps on his protective gear and pull the belted fabric free. Released from its confines, his dick stood tall, demanding attention while Tai'dqei adjusted how Rayelle sat on him.

When he set her back down, he set her higher on his lap, her feet braced on his outer thighs and his cock sprung between her thighs. Rayelle stared down at the cock, the head spear-shaped and the shaft ridged, from what she could see. It looked so big, the heat so close, it made her insides pulse. Her thighs clamped around it, eliciting a delightful hiss from the yautja as her soft flesh melded around his hot hard cock.

But Tai'dqei forced her knees apart again, making a searing pleasure shoot down her spine. He yanked her leggings down, baring her.

"I-I thought you wanted to talk," gasped Rayelle, her brain barely functioning enough to piece together the teasing sentence. Under the taunt, however, there was a small edge of discontent. A small hope he'd hear it. But maybe that was her own imagination. Maybe she was hearing things that weren't there.

"You want to hear me talk about your cunt?" The scent of her arousal dizzied his senses, the sight of her slickened folds teasing his anticipation. A louder excited snarl through his chest, his hips bucking, wanting to land his cock in that soft, wet paradise, but refusing himself for now.

"Want to hear how I can't wait to bury myself in you?"

Between his words and growl sluicing through his chest, hot prickles of ecstasy jolted down her spine. A tremble worked its way down her body, her abdomen clenching hard. She barely had a chance to understand what was happening when his hand landed on her exposed pussy.

"How I want to feel your soft heat pulse around my cock?"

Careful with his claws, Tai'dqei's fore- and ring-finger parted her entry wide, the digits sinking into her soft flesh there. His thumb stroked at her swollen clit, making tremors jolt through her, as his middle finger carefully delved inside her. Electric heat pierced through her, her back arching and her hands grabbing at his arms.

She was surprised at how deft his fingers were and how thick just one felt inside her. Not to mention how well he angled his nails. Though, the occasional graze of a sharp pinprick inside her sent searing delight through her, making her core clench excitedly.

"Feel you clench and writhe as I drill into you?"

Tai'dqei's other hand curled around her throat, not hard enough to choke but enough to keep her in place as his finger slowly slid deeper and deeper into her. The gesture simultaneously sent a hot-cold shot of pleasure and uncertainty through her. A heavy swallow showed he didn't constrain her at all, merely held her in place. Chasing the pleasure, her body rocked against his lower hand, her sounds becoming louder and obscenely breathy.

"Making you come, over and over, until you're pleading for my seed?"

His cock still stood erect between her thighs, flexing and bobbling and oozing with precum. Prompted by carnal whims, Rayelle reached down to stroke it. An almost purring delight reverberated from Tai'dqei, his member flexing to her touch. She couldn't keep a steady pace with her hand, as he worked his finger in and out of her, sending fire through her veins and her inner walls clenching desperately around him.

"Or should I talk about how I'm going to fill you up, cock and cum, until you can't take any more?"

She wasn't sure if it was his words, the image he painted, the way his hands moved on her, or just everything. The pressure spiked inside her, heat clawing at her bones. A sobbed cry escaped her as her body jerked hard, a wave of hot pleasure and a chilly pain crashed over her and seared her nerves. Her hands found the wrist of Tai'dqei's hand at her throat, her fingers curling tight around it and nails biting into his skin as she spasmed.

The way her body tensed and trembled sent a spark through Tai'dqei. Heat sliced down his body, making his cock jump against the plush softness of her thighs. His hips bucked, following the tempo of her thrashing, as she came around his finger. His thumb pressed tight against her clit, rubbing the tiniest of circles along the bundle of nerves.

When Rayelle finally fell slack in his arms, Tai'dqei decided to give her a moment to recuperate before they continued. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths and her body was wracked by the occasional tremble. But it was nothing out of the ordinary for a well-fucked partner.

Until he saw her tears hadn't stemmed. Pleasuring someone until the overwhelming delight brought tears to their eyes wasn't abnormal, in his experience. But once the climax ebbed, so did the tears. Even her throat continued to flex under his palm, as if fighting back louder sobs.

Slowly, his hand released Rayelle's throat and he eased his finger from her still fluttering folds. His question was soft and careful, hesitant to hear the answer, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she warbled, her forced words just as shaky as her trembling body.

Suspicious of her tone, Tai'dqei pressed further with a softer voice, "Are you sure?"

There was a breath of silence. Rayelle debated how to answer him, but her brain was a flurry of aggravating thoughts and perplexities. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she simply asked, "Can I pull my leggings on now?"

Rayelle's dismal tone was the worst sort of knife to Tai'dqei's gut. He gave an absent nod and she slid from his lap to pull up her leggings. He quickly corrected his own coverings, unable to look at Rayelle. Heavy dread and guilt hardened in his stomach.

It took him a moment to pull together the words, but Tai'dqei soon asked, "Did I misunderstand again?"

"No... maybe. I didn't exactly say yes or no, but I enjoyed it. I just... I also didn't enjoy it." The more Rayelle explained, the more the tears swelled in her eyes. She pressed her face into her hands as she started to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure I even understand myself right now."

Tai'dqei fell quiet once more, watching how Rayelle's shoulders scrunched up toward her ears. His gaze fell to his hands in his lap. Flexing his hands, he felt that was all he could really do without making the situation worse. He felt frozen to his chair, unable to move lest he upset Rayelle further.

His thoughts took form, before he could adjust his words, "What am I supposed to do?"

Had he really asked that? It took Rayelle a moment to parse his words. It sounded so much, too much, like sexual partners of the past. Those who were upset she didn't want to continue. Those who blamed her 'teasing' nature for their own erections and demanded gratification.

It wasn't even like she didn't want to make Tai'dqei come, either! She did... but, well... she also didn't. Thinking about it made her head throb. So she reverted to the path of least resistance.

When she lowered her hands and turned her eyes to him, his own gaze flickered to her face. His stomach fell further at her expression. Resignation, disappointment, sadness. It all crumpled her features. "I guess I could finish you with my mouth or something. If you really-"

"That's not what I meant," he sharply interrupted her, a little offended she'd think that's what he meant. He risked shifting in the chair, sitting straighter and leaning toward Rayelle. "What should I do to help you?"

"I-" Rayelle was so close to saying she didn't know what he could do to help her. What could anyone do? Her reaction was a broken one. Both enjoying and not enjoying what had happened. Being conflicted about something she had, essentially, guided.

But it was the truth and the confusing aches she felt turned toward creature comforts she recognized.

"Do you have, like, a couch? Somewhere comfortable to sit." Rayelle almost surprised herself when she answered him. In the chaos of her current life, she had forgotten these familiarities even existed. She turned her eyes to Tai'dqei, feeling a little more comfortable even though she still sounded tired and almost expecting denial, "And a way to watch shows or something?"

Happy for the guidance, Tai'dqei motioned for Rayelle to give him space as he stood. "Follow me."

She was hesitant, given everything that had happened, but she eventually fell in step behind Tai'dqei. He led her back to the mess, pausing to indicate a broad space of emptiness. She hadn't paid it much mind, in all honesty. But now, Tai'dqei motioned to the ceiling, where a then rectangle could be seen.

"Usually, I have a screen on display - which slides down from the ceiling - and comfortable seating arranged here," he explained, hoping to cut off any later suspicions when he told Rayelle her actual options. "My prior passenger not only damaged my safety belts, but also did irreparable damage to a settee and some more comfortable chairs here."

"Oh," she mumbled, frowning a little at the inconvenience. All she really wanted was to curl up on a couch, put on some mind numbing television, and bask in some characters' asinine drama, instead of her own.

"You're free to bring out blankets and pillows, to watch here. But there is one other option." He didn't really like the thought of her laying on the floor. Especially if they got blindsided by an enemy. For now, while in the clear and with her so obviously upset, Tai'dqei had to force himself to allow it as an option.

Without looking at her, mentally preparing for her distrust again, Tai'dqei strode away. He moved down the hall, back toward his quarters.

Rayelle's stomach dropped at that realization. Her other option was in his room? Residual heat from their recent escapade clawed across her cheeks. She dawdled by Tai'dqei's open door, not looking into his room as she struggled with her own inner debate.

Maybe, she should just choose the floor in the mess. Rayelle pressed her lips together, not really pleased with that idea. Really, watching television in a bedroom sounded much more cozy, much more welcome, than the hard floor.

Finally, she peeked into his room.

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This one is a little spoiler-y for the fic but I kinda need help. I've been thinking it over and over about what Wolf would do in this situation.

So the scene goes like this... (not word for word I haven't gotten to this part yet, but writing it out I might snag it into the fic)...

(y/n) Stands in front of the crowd, guarding them against the enemies. The crowd is filled with mothers and children, armed citizens, and the wounded. An enemy held their weapon at (y/n) only to be killed from above. Wolf stands up on top of his victim, striking against their back and ripping their spine out. After releasing a victorious roar of triumph, he tilted his head to (y/n), eyeing on her.

(y/n) was nervous, she understood who Yautjas were but didn't expect to see one in real life. Wolf took a step forward each step he took the crowd behind (y/n) began to shriek in fear, begging (y/n) to do something. Wolf, lifted his wrist to trigger his wristblades, each step he took he paid close attention to (y/n).

(y/n) then, still in her fighting stance, shouted at the Yautja to stay where he was. He did not listen but only growled at her, each step he took, the louder she could hear his growl. She began to shake but told herself to remain calm. The people behind her were frightened and are relying on her to protect them.

(y/n) then shouted once more but this time her voice was volume, louder, with every breath she has in her, "I DO NOT WANT TO FIGHT YOU! FOR I WOULD NOT BE WORTHY PREY TO YOU! I ONLY FIGHT AND USE MY POWER TO PROTECT THE WEAK! I ONLY FIGHT NOT BECAUSE OF MY ABILITY TO DEFEND MYSELF BUT IN ORDER TO PROTECT OTHERS!" (y/n) than, rising to the skies to have the advantage over Wolf, "IF YOU CHOOSE TO FIGHT ME I WILL ONLY AVOID YOUR ATTACKS. NOT AS A WAY TO TAUNT YOU BUT AS A WAY TO REJECT YOUR INVITATION TO A HUNT!"

Wolf stood there, frozen, eyeing her from the ground. He growled in frustration and looked over to the crowd seeing some of the people baring weapons. If he were to attack those who were armed, she would have no choice but to engage with him... but they were easy prey in his eyes and he would not steep that low. Eyeing the crowd and seeing them shiver in fear...

[End]

And now we are stuck between what he would do? Would he attack the people in the crowd and force (y/n) to engage? or would he respect her wishes and not attack her. He would still find a way to attack the people armed though so (y/n) would still engage but would he also avoid her attacks just to respect her wish or actually fight her?

Help, overthinker right here :(

[one-boring-person]

Okay so! For the one you wanted nsfw for

This, and Fugitive predator.

Because he’d hug them and go,” alright ooman. Thats all the affection you’ll need for two years.” But the human is like, “OOH???? Oh????????” And just. Goes wild. Lol i hope that makes sense

(And if not thats fine, I just love fugitive)

I hope you like this!

Asshole.

Fugitive x reader

Warnings: swearing

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"You know, not everyone is as tall as you. Slow down!" By now, I definitely must be annoying the yautja stalking ahead of me, his steps becoming faster as he tries to decrease the time we have to spend together. 

In way of response, Fugitive brings his hand down on a branch, causing it to flick back and slap me across the torso. Grunting, I stagger backwards, hand grasping at the front of my gear as the air is knocked from my lungs. Up ahead, I can hear the predator let out an amused series of clicks and growls, his head turning to take in my discomfort, to which I flip him off, not that he knows the meaning of the gesture.

"Asshole." I grumble, straightening after checking the gauntlet on my wrist for any damage caused by the branch. Thankfully, the vital data all reads normal. 

"Asshole!" Fugitive mimics, voice twisted and garbled as he imitates me.

Scowling, I keep quiet, falling into step behind the tall yautja as I do so, looking out for the odd mess of plants native to this particular planet, trying to avoid the ones I know to be dangerous. My clothing will protect me, I know, but it still pays to be careful: I've known people who get caught unawares by the nature of foreign planets. Generally they never last long in this profession. Hunters, particularly those who like to keep up with their alien competitors, need to be swift, clever and precise, it doesn't do to be clumsy.

Sighing, I swat away a smaller branch, once again glad for the presence of my helmet as it swings back and catches me round the back of my head, drawing a curse from me. Internally, I'm praying that this leg of the hunt won't last too much longer, as Fugitive and I really don't get along too well. Something just never quite clicked with us, so this decision to group us off together made by the others in the party has been a particularly unpleasant one for us - and not very successful, either. Neither of us have caught anything today, a fact we'll both keep quiet if nothing changes. 

It's sweltering in this jungle, my brow and body drenched in sweat from the sheer heat, making for a very uncomfortable hike through the tough terrain. Naturally, Fugitive doesn't have a problem with this, given his species' particular preference for warmer climates, striding ahead with ease as he stealthily moves through the foliage, dreadlocks swinging with each move of his head. Even with his armour strapped in place he doesn't seem to be affected by the heat, nothing in his movements betraying any possible discomfort. Watching him now, I have to begrudgingly admire the fluidity of his actions, eyeing the flex of his rippling muscles and sinuous limbs, everything about him calculated and careful, clearly on the alert for prey. 

Unfortunately, I have a bad feeling that we won't find any prey today, which means the yautja is not going to be happy.

Being so deep in my thoughts, I don't notice the ground suddenly give way to a cliff until my foot swings precariously over the edge. Shocked, I allow a sharp sound of surprise to escape me, reeling back from the edge before I fall to the ground, far below. 

Glancing up at the predator beside me, I lift an eyebrow before speaking.

"What do we do now?" I ask him, chewing my lip as I observe the surroundings: I can't see any way of getting down safely. 

Fugitive clicks his mandibles beneath his helmet, sounding as if he's stating the obvious. 

"I can't understand you." I clarify, resisting the temptation to roll my eyes.

With what can only be described as an audible sigh, the yautja takes a step back from the edge, before he suddenly pitches himself off of it. 

Frowning in shock, I scramble back to the edge, a cold bolt of fear going through me at the thought that he may not have made the jump down safely. 

Of course, he's standing at the bottom, looking up at me expectantly, perfectly fine. 

Huffing in frustration, I glare down at him.

"How do you propose I get down?" I call down to him, gesturing to the steep drop. 

He makes a beckoning gesture, arms outstretched. Immediately, I know what he means, my heart dropping in my chest at the distance between us, my mind refusing to believe he means what I think he means.

"No! No! That'll kill me!" I shout back at him, shaking my head furiously.

Clearly exasperated, Fugitive tries again, gesturing more fervently now.

"No!" I yell down at him, scowling.

The yautja nods, roaring up to me to reassure me as he widens his stance, arms out and ready to catch me. Watching him, I feel an odd sense of trust well up in me, so I curse myself and line myself up with the cliff, getting inline with Fugitive's position on the ground below. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself, before I take a few steps and leap from the edge of the cliff, my body feeling weightless as the ground falls away from me. 

Fighting the urge to scream, I allow my arms to flail to slow my descent, hoping to hell I didn't misinterpret his instruction. Adrenaline courses through me, each nerve in my body on fire as I hurtle through the air towards the ground, quickly picking up speed as I go. 

Just as I start to think he won't get me, Fugitive steps forwards, arms ready to snatch me from the air, which he does efficiently, pulling me into him to secure me. Instinctively, my arms go around his neck, legs closing around his waist, my body pressed flush to his. 

For a moment, I have to recover, my breathing rough and heavy as I catch it again, body heaving in the yautja's grip. He makes no move to put me down just yet, keeping his hands where they are: clamped around my hips and ass, squeezing lightly. I can't see his expression behind his mask, but I can guess it, even as a conflicted ripple of awkwardness floods through me, my body screaming at me to stay in the warm circle of his embrace, whilst my head is yelling at me to get out before I make things worse. His body heat seeps through my clothes into me, making it difficult to focus until he finally puts me back down again, hands lingering on my body.

Blushing, I look away, almost wishing we could continue the embrace, though I know it will most likely never be spoken of again. Already, Fugitive has moved off, acknowledging my thanks as I call after him, cleafly not thinking too much of the embrace except that it was necedsary to my survival. I can't stop the lurid thoughts swirling through my head as I chase after him, biting them back as I catch up again, falling into step beside him. 

"Not so invulnerable, then, hm?" I comment after a few more minutes, laughing nervously at my own words.

I don't get time to laugh properly as I suddenly find myself pinned to a tree, a leg shoved between mine to keep me up. Eyes wide, I lift a hand to grasp at the arms holding me in place, ashamed of the fact I can feel desire starting to flood my system at his closeness and roughness. 

"Don't call me that." The predator almost snarls at me, the sound sending bolts of need through me, despite the awkward nature of them.

Dumbly, I nod at him, trying to ignore my body's reaction to the proximity of the yautja, not quite recovering properly until he's dropped me back down again. 

Watching him stalk off into the jungle again, I feel a change in mindset about him, a new need to be near him coming to life as I run after him.

[flam-burr]

Teacher and student - Yautvember day 3

Content: Living like a Yautja is different, Marianne came to understand while studying the language and fighting style, but sometimes unlearning something from your previous life is harder than alien culture.

Warnings: bullying, blood, suicide instigation

A/N: Hello fam! Thank you to everybody who took the time to read these little things! I didn't expect so many likes <3 So, this story is tied to the first one, but placed two years before the events of First hunt: there are known faces plus the last member of Marianne's new alien family! Hope you like these four just as much as I do. As always, check @jacklycan 's page for the prompt list if you want to join!

Marianne dodged to the left, lowering her head just before Eh’Ka could hit her with a punch. She jumped ahead and managed to deliver a hook on the Yautja’s stomach. It didn’t make any difference to the alien, but it earned her a slight satisfaction and a soft growl from Va’stba, outside of the ring.

“Don’t get distracted.”, she heard him say.

Marianne shifted her gaze on the older Yautja for less than a second, yet it was enough.

Eh’Ka landed a backhanded blow on her sternum and the air got knocked out of her lungs.

She landed on the black mat like a sea star, eyes wide as she coughed and tried to inhale. Va’stba shook his head, sighing softly at the edge of her field of view. 

“Shit…”, she whimpered.

Eh’Ka’s gray face bent over her with a light frown.

“You okay, little one?”, he asked.

Marianne nodded and lifted on her elbows, feeling a compact pressure on her sternum.

Eh’Ka stepped back, giving space to his older brother as he approached the lying woman.

“You got distracted.”, said Va’stba.

Marianne scoffed, pushing herself on the mat to a sitting position. She rubbed her chest, trying to get used to the numbing pain as she looked around the kehrite.

A group of males was looking in her direction, the leader of which had come to enjoy remarking the obvious when she was around.

"That's the kind of warrior a pyode amedha can be: a stupid one.", the leader said.

Marianne felt her cheeks turning red as the other Youngbloods chuckled, trying to muffle their voices, but with little results.

A particularly loud male stepped forward, not even bothering to look submissive to his superiors. "Maybe next time you could tell her not to die, Elite. It would save time!"

Va’stba turned towards the Youngblood, whose laughter died slowly as he understood his words weren't welcome. The Elite then went back to his student, eyes wide as she tried her best not to move.

“Hm… Are you going to let it slide?”

Marianne lifted her gaze on her teacher, then to the group of males.

She could have challenged those Youngbloods, a Yautja in her situation would have done so for sure, yet she couldn’t force herself to move towards them. They were the same kind of male she had encountered on XE-437 and, even if she always wanted to punch those men, it never led to any good. So eventually, she shook her head and pushed herself on her feet, ignoring her soreness.

“Let’s try again, shall we?”, she said to Eh’Ka.

The hunter waited for Va’stba’s nod, then moved in position on the mat.

Marianne knew he wouldn't go easy on her but it was okay: it helped her not to hear those idiots.

When Va’stba finally declared the training over, Marianne felt almost like a smashed potato.

She had gotten better, managing to throw Eh’Ka on the ground one time - a little victory she was very proud of -, but most of the time she had been the one to fall.

As they made their way back to their quarters, she took some time off to tend at her wounds. She made sure all her joints were in the right place, then she undressed, took a long towel and went to the common bathhouse of the mothership. The dark room consisted of a long pool, deep enough to cover an adult male to his shoulders when sitting at its lowest and to allow her to do the same at its highest.

During that first year on the mothership, Marianne had grown accustomed to the shared nakedness in Yautja’s culture, so she laid in the pool focusing on her relaxing body, aware of the few newcomers’ gaze sliding briefly on her scars but not annoyed by that anymore.

“Any space of another?”

Marianne opened her eyes, finding a gray Yautja watching her. His upper mandibles were decorated with steel rings and his tendrils hang like vines around his golden eyes. She smiled, nodding to the oldest of her hunters and sitting up in the water.

Dahru entered the pool with slow movements, sitting next to her and laying his back on the metal side with the water barely reaching his pecs. He closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh, then directed all his attention on her.

“How was training?”, he asked.

Marianne shrugged, gently rubbing her shoulders.

“Hard.”, she said. “But I beated Eh’Ka, so it was good.”

Dahru chuckled, mandibles clicking as he patted her shoulder, almost sending her underwater.

When they stopped laughing, silence fell on them, wrapping the almost empty bathhouse in a warm and comfy atmosphere. Marianne could have even fallen asleep, but Dahru brought her back to wakefulness.

“Va’stba told me some Youngbloods talk shit about you.”, he said, cold and straight as a dagger.

He looked at Marianne, who straightened her back, somehow alert under his gaze.

“And that you didn’t answer.”

Marianne squinted, shifting in her place. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“They were insulting you.”, Dahru sighed. “You have to start defending yourself otherwise no one will ever respect you. We can’t protect you forever if you want to be part of the clan.”

Marianne bit the inside of her cheek, keeping herself from bursting out at one of her few friends on that ship.

“What was I supposed to do?”, she asked. “Challenge them and get my butt kicked in front of everybody, thus confirming what they say? I’ve just started to get better at not going immediately down with Eh’Ka, I don’t have the strength to fight a Youngblood.”

Dahru lifted his eyebrows. “You survived a kiande amedha’s nest for two weeks and you had no training back then.”

“It was different.” Marianne pulled her knees to her chest, shivering to the memories. “I had a lightsaber and a shield. I can’t use a weapon to challenge a rival.”

“No, you can’t.”, Dahru allowed. “But you can use what’s around you and what Paya gave you.”

Marianne scoffed, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose. The relaxing feeling had vanished, leaving space for a growing wave of frustration she could barely contain.

“Why can’t I fight them when I’m ready?”, she asked, lifting her gaze. “I-”

“‘Cause you’ll never be.”, Dahru interrupted her, leaning forward with a snarl. “You keep thinking like an ooman, trying to resolve your problems by ignoring them or speaking to them, but that is what Elders and Matriarchs do, not Unblooded warriors like you.”

He stopped, giving her a little space as her eyes started to get liquid. She fought with all she had to prevent her emotions from getting the better of her, eventually lifting her gaze and breathing slowly as the few other Yautjas left the room.

“Marianne.”

She drew a heavier breath, keeping her eyes on the ceiling.

“You must react.”, Dahru whispered, almost pleading her.

It was funny, in some way. A deadly Yautja Elite pleading her for something. Yet she shook her head again.

Dahru clicked his mandibles in frustration and moved closer to her, his height allowing her to meet her eyes even if she didn’t move an inch.

“This is not Earth.”, he said. “You don’t have to pay respect to a male that dares dishonour you.”

He stared at hare for a brief moment, enough to let the concept sink in her numbed mind, then Dahru stood and left her alone with her thoughts, tears finally rolling on her cheeks.

The next day, she woke up with the worst mood since she had met her hunters.

Her back was cranky because she had slept alone in the pit without the usual support of Va’stba’s arm as a pillow; her arms had gone numb by trying to make up for it. She couldn’t help it: it was too difficult to let go of her consciousness when she knew she was disappointing all of them.

She had looked at her hunters, sleeping one on top of the other like puppies, one foot away from her, and she had barely resisted the impulse to scream.

By the time she got ready for the day, they were all up and walked together to the cafeteria of the ship.

For once she would have appreciated if they served something green in that damn place. She would have even welcomed eggs -anything but the heavy and revolting smell of raw meat that got to her throat.

She took her tray and followed the trio around the wide, wood-like space with little interest to what was happening around her until a familiar voice caught her attention.

“Look, they are finally living her behind.” It was that Youngblood. “If we are lucky enough, she will end her suffering by herself.”

Marianne moved her head just a little to her left. Their table was almost next to her, just two steps away. She spotted her enemy on the outer seat, giggling with his peers without even looking at her.

Va’stba and Eh’Ka were ahead, still walking, but Dahru had stopped as if to talk with another Elite and was watching her. His golden eyes locked with hers, a silent question he would have asked for the last time.

She heard the Youngblood again, louder now that she was isolated. “At least she would finally bring honour to the Elites.”

Marianne sighed and lowered her head on her food: she never liked that shit anyway.

With a step on the side, she closed the distance between her and the Youngblood and swinged her tray at his head.

The action per se wasn’t even remotely powerful enough to hurt the male, but the surprise made up for what her body couldn’t. Taking advantage of that, Marianne reached for the dagger on his belt, closing her left hand on the hilt as she got used to do with her sword, and stabbed him in his thigh.

The male roared, swinging a clawed hand to her. Marianne stepped back, leaving the weapon, and put her guard up. Adrenaline flooded her body, lighting up every cell of her brain as a circle formed around her and her opponent.

He took out the blade, neon green blood spilling, and charged her.

Marianne waited for his attack and when he extended his arm to punch her grabbed his wrist and shifted, using her body to project him forward.

The male crushed on a table, the sound of crunching metal screeching in the wide hall under his weight.

Marianne ignored the pain from the struggle of the move and kicked the Youngblood’s hand, sending his blade back on the ground, and jumped on him.

She used another tray to hit him again and again, slowly letting her anger take control as the metal plate writhed over his face. He cut her legs and waist, shaking until she eventually dropped on the ground.

She pushed herself on her feet, forcing herself to ignore the pain, and stared at her opponent.

The male stood. His face was a mess of green and brown and his left eye was blinded by a cut that bled profusely.

He rubbed at his face, watching the blood on his hands as his shoulders lifted with hi heavy breath. He flared his mandibles and roared, charging again with renewed strength.

Marianne opened her eyes. Her head throbbed like crazy and her body felt as heavy as a boulder.

She felt the weight of a cover, the sound of clicking Yautjas and she finally recognised the clinic smell of the medical bay.

Dahru’s voice greeted her from her right side. “Welcome back.”

She turned cautiously her head and managed to lift on her elbows. The Elite was sitting on a stool, arms crossed and an amused expression on his alien face.

Marianne lifted one side of her mouth, memories coming back to her as she woke up.

“Did I win?”, she croaked.

“No.” Dahru stood with a chuckle to push her back on the mattress, which she didn’t complain. “But you put up a good fight.”

Marianne groaned, feeling a painful sting in her ribs as she sighed. “How is the Youngblood?”

“A little better than you.”

“That bitch.”

Glossary

Kehrite = training room

Pyode amedha = soft meat/female (slur)

Kiande amedha = hard meat/Xenomorph

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

“Paradise”

Male Yautja oc Ya'jaur x oc soft Jana Diamond

Warning: Implied Blood, Soft female oc, Slight Fluff

I have managed to quit from my previous Job and bought a nice cottage near the Forest

It was very Pleasant to live there and not worrying about my Job and some brag from my so called Friend

Until one day as I roaming inside the deep forest to wander around A sound of Cry suddenly caught my attention

I track the source of the sound and for me to see an Injured Animal who was stabbed until it fell on the ground

When I bend down I took the Poor animal into my Lap and use a healing magic to treat its Wounds. After I treated the poor animal It Jumps around and leave

As I About to leave the area a clicking sound stop me from moving further. And Then a Large Creature appeared in front of me almost too close and I didn't even noticed him at all

We Stared to each other for a sec Until I decided to Leave him alone but As I About to leave again! The unknown Creature block my way

"Can you please move?" I ask him kindly but he seems doesn't understand what Am I Trying to tell so I Open my Goddess so we can communicate properly

'Move' I said in My mind and the Creature's Eyes Widened for what he hears because I Literally Can talk to him using my mind only

And We communicated liked until he introduced himself as Ya'jaur part of Yautja Prime and he tells me that he's here for a hunt to prove his self worthy. And of Course I Told him who Am I and I can see that he's kind of a fascinated when he knows that I am a Previous Assassin

We eventually get warmer to each other and sometimes I'm also coming with him and watching him doing his hunt and he do the same with me, he watches me cook, clean or even do my own training or exercises

One day he challenge me in a fight but I refused him because Who knows what may happened to him if things got out control but he beg me to fight him so he can knows how Strong and worthy he is so I gave in

I set up a safe place for us to do our battle and once we are both ready. We immediately started our Fight

He kept attacking and shooting with those weird looking weapon he had on his belt and I can see the Frustration in him cuz' I just Kept dodging his attack and didn't fight back

Ya'jaur let out a loud growl with a hint of Irritation in him "ooman!... Fight....back!" he said along with his deep voice. I sigh at him and decided to give what he wants, If wants to die then so be it

Transforming myself into my Water Demon Form. Ya'jaur's eyes didn't leave mine as he scan my body from head to toe

I attack him and continue our previous fight and after our great Duel the Great Yautja is now lying on ground as he turned to me and sees me in my normal form

He pants out as he stood up and approach me "Worthy" He said making me confused but I just Ignored it and take him to my home as usual

When the Night comes Ya'jaur in his Usual spot on my couch is now listening with my story

“My Family Is something that couldn't rely on I promise you” I said and he held my hand "Mate.. Mine" He said making me more and more confused again “What do you mean?” I asked him well Of course he can't understand me so I Open my Goddess Eye so we can communicate properly

'What do you mean?' I ask him and to my surprise he leans closer and press his Forehead into mine

A Blush Can be seen in my face as I felt his breath in my face

His Mandibles clinking in a very surprising comforting way 'Be my Mate.. You're more worthy than any creature that I have met in my Entire Existence' His words shook be through and through and Don't know what to say in such Confession

My eyes Were wide open as he stares in my Eyes waiting for my response

I push him away but not enough to hurt him and tell him to leave at once

The Yautja stood up and left without any word

Days has passed and I Didn't see my Friend again. I know that I might hurt him but that was my true intentions, Pushing him away was a better way for both of us.

-

The first snow of the Year starts to fall

Spending my nights alone in dark

I hated to admit but I miss my Little friend. Very Unusual for a cold Blooded Assassin like me

As I was Enjoying my Tea my Little Wolf Friend Moon appeared in nowhere and tells me that some Hunters were roaming through the forest

“Why Should I care?” I said Nonchalantly and My Friend Moom gave me an Irritatedly scoff “Your Friend was there” She said. Moon wasn't worried about Ya'jaur at all she's worried about me

“They're not too much in number, He can handle those” I said taking a sip on my tea

Moon let out a sigh and tells me that don't blame her because She warned me about those Hunters

When Moon Doze off I Quickly Left the house and headed towards the Forest. I don't know why I was worried about him at all! Even though I knew he can handle those hunters alone

I Pulled out my Twin sword and didn't even bother to wear my mask on. Probably because my Face were all over the Black market so I didn't worry at all

When I arrived there I tried to convince the Hunters to leave at once but they'd seems didn't bother at all and One if them recognize me

All of them makes a bet that anyone who gets my head can have the Half of my Bounty rewards. And it's sounds like a plan for them but it was play for me

They'd kept shooting me as I just Stood there waiting for their next action

I raise my Sword and moved it Swiftly and then all the Hunters were dropped dead to the Ground

Sighing As I Hid my Sword, feeling the well-known presence in front of me

“Show yourself” I said and then Ya'jaur Showed himself in front of me “Follow me” I said Nonchalantly and leave. He follows me until we're both inside the house

I prepared something for him to eat and some warm blanket too

After he ate all the Food I gave him. I apologize to him for everything what I have done to him

Ya'jaur Shake his head and pat my head “Ooman.. Friend” He said and I know what he meant

I Chuckled in his poor English but I Actually understand what he was trying to say

“you can spend your time in here as long as you wanted too” I said as I sat with him

And then My Phone Ring

[yaut-jaknowit]

Can I get a little something something for the preddy boys(which ever one u want to write for :3) they are arguing with their s/o and their s/o looks them dead in the eyes, and says "yo mama" and walks off

Finder's Keepers, Loser's Weepers

Pairing: Vic'tao x Reader

Word Count: 943

Summary: When your mate wakes on the wrong side of the bed, you don't take his crap. With Vic, you have to be stern. If you show yourself as passive, that submissive to him. You'll lose.

Author Note: Okay, this is so funny though. I usually write all these serious, 'realistic' stories. Thank you for this!

Masterlist

Ao3

The ship was quiet and peaceful. The engines hummed gently, barely heard at the head of said vessel speeding through space. You were contently lying the wrong way in Vic’s chair; legs over the armrest, back to the other side. In your hand was a book, one you’ve recently picked up on your return trip back to earth. There were a few more stacked in the shared room. At this point, you were needing shelves or a bookcase to keep them. They’ve taken over a small portion of the wall inside of the bedroom. Close by, within rolling over distances when lying down.

Nothing disturbed you as you sat in the second empty seat, considered to be Vic’tao’s chair. From what you remember, this ship originally was Uihoy’s. That makes Vic the co-pilot in this case. Elder’s usually get better things, which is why they use this ship more than Vic’s.

As you think about, eyes just staring at the pages, you’ve never been on Vic’s ship. Just this one. Now, you wanted to go visit it, see the differences between the two. You’ll have to ask him whenever he decides to come annoy you.

Your eyes refocused on the book, flipping the page you were on. Ironically, it’s a romance. It still made you squeal when the main characters have fluffy moments with each other. Those scenes remind you the life you currently have with your two alien boyfriends. They were definitely different than what you’ve experienced before. You weren’t complaining though. You loved them.

The doors to the cockpit slide open, revealing a knowing blue and yellow Yautja. You smiled at him in a silently greeting before returning to your book. An interesting scene started with said two characters. How could you miss that?

Two clawed, large feet enter the edge of your vision. They stopped when two thickly corded thighs brushed against the chair’s armrest. As much as you wanted to give the male attention, you kept your eyes glued to the book. A wide, grin on your face with a hint of a blush.

“Off,” Vic’tao snarked, voice harsher than you ever heard before. Your head jerked back before looking up to stare at the Yautja. What in the world? It’s not that you were scared, just stunned. You cocked your head at him, brows furrowed. “Get. Off.” This time, you rolled your eyes and went back to reading.

Uihoy has told you about these moods Vic sometimes gets in. It’s best to just ignore instead of feeding into them.

A hand entered your vision and rested on the top of the back of his chair. Still no reaction out of you. He growled. Finally, “What crawled up your ass and died?” were the first words to come out of your mouth.

Out of the two of them, Vic was a bit more head strong, being the younger of the two. He had that slight young blood vibe to him as Uihoy has told you. He liked to show off his strength to seduce and please. It worked a lot of the time. There wasn’t a way to resist him like that. Plus, it fed his ego, something you weren’t opposed to.

From what you could hear, that made Vic’tao jerk his head back, tresses slapping against his back chest. Then, Vic leaned down so you could feel his hot breath roll over you. Still, your eyes were on the book in hand. “Get out. Of. My chair,” he demanded of you again. You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. He snarled at this, getting closer to you. So close that heat he produced could be felt as well.

“Finder’s keepers, loser weepers,” you snarked at him, returning the same about of energy. You really shouldn’t be entertaining him while he acted this way. But who cares? It doesn’t hurt to return the same energy. In your mind, he deserved it right now. Be a butt, get attitude back.

With a roll of your eyes, you flipped the page in your book again. “What’s your problem anyhow? Who pissed in your cereal this morning?” You know he wouldn’t understand that annogly, you  didn’t care at that moment.

His hand clenched the back of the chair, arm shaking underneath the strain. “You are my problem, soft-meat. Get out now!” he shouted, his other hand came up to pinch your chin.

Now, your eyes were on him, watching him carefully. You knew from your soul he would never, ever hurt you if you didn’t want him to. This was all an act. He was trying to get you to submit, similar to a female of his kind.

The two of you stared at each other, sizing the other up. You were but not for a fight. That’s a losing battle before it even started. No, this was for seeing how to defeat him in another way. Not that was an easy to do when it’s him. Then, a smirk graced your face. Vic raised a brow, head cocking just a hair to the side.

You leaned closer to him, nose to his inner, upper mouth. Vic’s strong, brilliant eyes bored into yours, seeing every move you made. “Yo mama,” you stated then slipped off of the chair and out of his hold and chair.

Vic didn’t move as you walked away, a skip in your step. In your hand was the book, you were going to go find a different spot to read in. Uihoy might be happy to have you around while he works away. You kept that childish smirk on your face while the cockpit door slid back.

[wthtorke]

Cultural Differences

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You didn’t know what to do anymore.

When you heard that the Yautja-Human peace treaty was finally up and running and that not only that meant everyone was safe and sound but also that the galaxy’s greatest and sexiest species was to roam free within your planet. You were proudly part of a small community that wasn’t opposed to...engaging-, with such creatures.

It didn’t take long for you to find your Yautja of interest. He was tall. Taller than any other partner you ever had before. That alone did things to you. Their ships had taken residency in whatever forests seemed best to them. You’d never thanked the skies more for living right outside a reserve in your life. 

The first thing you checked was his wrist from afar. To make things easier for everyone while they sorted out yautja translators for humans, yautjas interested in human contact wore different colored lights on their wrist gauntlets. Some of the colors were; red for ‘No Contact’, yellow for ‘formal contact only’, blue for ‘Friendly contact’, and purple for ‘Accepting of human advances’.

Now, while the term was awkward at best, but you were the happiest human on earth when your crush showed up on your street with that purplish wrist gauntlet. it’s lights dancing, glowing brighter and then darker again in an endless cycle.

He was everything you’ve ever dreamed of physically and after some time observing and building up your courage-, you found that his personality was just as much endearing as his physique. 

You’d taken to hiking, something you didn’t exactly have the habit of doing, all in hopes of spotting him by his ship, and so you did. So, there began your mission. While you didn’t have a translator on your person, there was one language that was known to all the galaxy.

Flirting.

Flirting was supposed to be exciting, charming, and well, what better way to let someone know you were totally into them, right? Surely, some winks and gestures here and there would pass him the message loud and clear.

2 weeks in of hiking and you could feel your muscles hardening up. The way your body responded to this new routine spoke volumes of your previous sedentary ways, never really having a reason to leave the house if it wasn’t for work or well, buying what you needed. So far, however, your flirting had brought you no results. The times you could make out his expressions when he saw you were...not pleasing. He looked...confused, at best. 

So, you sat at home on a particularly cold night, holding a warm mug of hot chocolate to keep the shivers at bay, wondering what could you possibly be doing wrong. You bit your lip, winked, wore your best clothes, and still, nothing. It was frustrating.

You checked on your translator order situation, refreshing the page now and then as you knew they were updated at night. When the peace treaty was first announced and the ‘requesting’ system was up, you hurried to place your order. The translator wasn’t cheap, and it would only be one of the very prototypes, meaning it wouldn’t be able to translate everything at once so fluidly, but at least you’d be able to communicate faster before most of the people could, and that alone made you very happy, it was exhilarating. 

The translator had been ‘In Confection’ for months now, finally coming around the expected date of postage as your page told you. 

Another hour went by before you refreshed it again, the yellow dot becoming green with the text you had been waiting for underneath it. 

“In Transit.”

Finally.

With newfound excitement and determination, you pulled up the weather report for tomorrow’s morning and afternoon, sighing as you thought of your Yautja crush yet again.

The next morning came as fast as your head hit the pillow as you jumped up and out of the bed, ready to start your day with your morning jog, hoping to see him either on the way up or down the trail. Teeth brushed, hair tied up, and a water bottle filled, you made your way out the door, feeling the chilly morning air fill your lungs, wiping away the last remains of sleep from your body.

While jogging, you fell in thought. 

The translator wouldn’t take more than 3 days to arrive. In little time you’d be able to communicate with him...but what if he didn’t like you? 

Your jogging slowed down to a walk as this hit you hard in the head.

What if he had already rejected you and you didn’t catch it? You thought about it further and so came the odd looks he gave you, the puzzled stares, and more. You made your efforts well known and well shown as well, and he didn’t growl or try to move away, so it couldn’t have been that bad, right?

You looked at your feet as you walked, lost in those thoughts as you hit something hard, making you stumble back a couple of steps. You looked back up in surprise only to find out it wasn’t something but someone.

“Oh, hi! Sorry, I um, I didn’t see you,” You said, doing your best to gesture to him, and then your eyes, trying to tell him what you said.

As always, he stood there for a second, slowly nodding afterward. He tilted his head to the side a bit, getting a little closer to your person as if inspecting your face. His tusks were close to your face, so close you thought he was going to kiss you. Or well, try to, given he didn’t have lips.

“I-,” was all you managed to get out before he stepped back, shaking his head slightly before reaching behind his back, where his pouch usually was. Hands coming forward again, he extended his arm, opening his palm to present you with something.

You gasped at the notion of receiving a gift from him, this could only mean courtship, right?

Looking down at his hand, you were more than confused to see a very human-made looking pill bottle. “What?” You said, picking it up from his hand.

‘Melatonin. Sleep aid.’

“Sleep aid?” You questioned, looking back up at him, “Are you saying I look tired?!” You said, shaking the pill bottle towards him, the yautja raising his hands a bit, the universal sign for ‘hey calm down’.

But what could this possibly mean?

“I tried so hard! And you say I took tired? I’ve been coming here every day to see you! You-!” You sighed, shoulders slacking a bit after your outburst. “Okay, okay. You know what? Fuck-, I get it, I’ll let you be,” You said, turning right back around, deciding to end your exercise right there when the biggest hand you ever felt closed around your arm, making you look back again.

You had heard the Yautja language before, but hearing it live was just as foreign. He was speaking fast, the clicks and guttural growls making absolutely no sense to you.

He still, somehow, managed to look confused while speaking such a harsh tongue.

“I don’t understand!” You exasperated, yanking your arm free and sighing again. You put your hand up, “Wait.” you said. 

He looked at your hand, which accompanied with the word made something light up in his face as he nodded this time. “Good, I’ll um, see you later,” You said, waving and making the rest of your way back to your house.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Sitting on your couch while staring at the pill bottle on the table. It was what it was, you supposed. It was truly melatonin. 

But what did he mean with it? Did he want you to sleep well? Why did he think you weren’t getting enough sleep?

“Where did he even get this?!”

The pill bottle was sealed still, just like the ones you’d buy at the drug store. Could you imagine? A Yautja walking in a drug store and purchasing melatonin? If you told that to someone, they’d think you were crazy, even with the whole peace treaty going on.

Another day went by and you didn’t go jogging anymore, afraid your ‘relationship’ could turn sour if you saw him again without your translator. Still, the pill bottle haunted you, sitting in the exact place on your table.

On the second morning after your disastrous encounter, the doorbell rang. And you knew exactly what it was for. Sprinting for the door, the mailman was different, clearly a private company worker, holding your package with both his hands, looking around as he waited for you to come up.

Package picked up, opened, and fiddled with. After 15 minutes, you sat in your living room muttering words into your translator, watching as it came to life, making some odd sounds in what you knew was the yautja language.

Now you could go talk to him, for real.

Picking up the pill bottle from the table, you sprinted up the trail again, regretting not bringing your water bottle as you reached the place where you last saw him, panting and a little red in the face.

You looked back up when you heard soft purring, a sound you hadn’t heard before but wished dearly to.

‘It means affection’ you recalled reading once from the article the first human to mate a yautja wrote, ‘Fondness’.

You straightened yourself, clearing your throat before looking up at him, “Um, hi, I- ah fuck,” you fiddled some more, producing your translator from your pocket, getting a curious look from the yautja before you.

“I hope this works” you muttered before lifting the device closer to your mouth and taking a deep breath. “Hi, I hope this translates what I’m saying decently, now, I’d please like to know what did you mean with this?” You said into it, waiting a second before it started its clicking noises.

The Yautja’s expression changed instantly, his eyes widening as he leaned forward to the sound of his language. He squinted as he kept listening, making you blush in embarrassment. God, was the translator that bad?

Upon hearing the last of the clicking, you lifted the pill bottle to him for emphasis, waiting for him to react.

He stood up straight again, eyeing the bottle he gave you a few days prior, still unopened. He extended his hand, shaking his head when you offered him the bottle, pointing instead to the translator in your other hand. “Oh, of course!” You handed it to him, watching as he had a look at the digital screen, apparently switching its mode from ‘Human to Yautja’ to ‘Yautja to Human’ seeing as the translator worked with just about every human language around the world.

Satisfied with the settings, he started speaking into it himself, gesturing to the pill bottle while he did so and then, to your surprise, to your face. This made you gasp a bit, your mind jumping to the worst conclusions possible. Did he think you were ugly? Well, you’d have to wait and see.

As he finished speaking, you both gave the translator a couple of seconds when a male voice spoke up, making you jump a bit, hands shaking in anticipation. “Hello. I thought you were sick. Whenever we had an encounter, you would make these strange expressions. I searched for them, the results were that what could be possibly making you have these...tics, was lack of sleep. The excessive blinking, biting your lips, involuntary facial pulling, all are the result of sleepless nights, excessive exhaustion, and the medicine for that is...that, for humans anyway.”

“WHAT?!” You yelled, snatching the translator back from his hand as he stared at you with yet another confused expression. “I was flirting with you! Flirting! I’m not sick!” You said, holding out the translator as it did its thing.

Confusion melting away into realization, he spoke again, not bothering to hold the translator but simply stepping closer to you.

“You were trying to court me?”

“Yes! I was winking at you! It’s a human thing!” You said, then realizing your mistake, “Oh...human thing...Ah fuck” You covered your face in embarrassment, “God, that’s why you always looked at me like that, I-”

“Would you still like to...court me?”

“Yes!” You said, head jerking up again so fast the yautja before you flinched a bit. “I-, yes.” You cleared your throat, a hard blush creeping its way across your face again.

“Good, it was my plan to court you too...after you had healed of your...sickness.” He said, chuckling, “Which apparently was no sickness at all.” He cleared as you squinted at him, “Well, I’m Yeyinde.” He said, “I’m glad we can finally communicate, always wanted to ask you a few things.”

You smiled, feeling that blush coming back again, “How about we go on a walk? Then we can talk about anything you want” You said, holding out your free hand for him to take.

“Of course,” He rumbled, massive hand closing gently around yours as you started walking up the rest of the trail.

[fics-a-plenty]

A First Hunt (Part Three)

Yautja x Human!Reader (Both GN)

Word count: 1,073

Okay, so if you saw my post earlier(which no longer exists), part 3 has now turned into parts 3-5. Since once I finished it, I realized that it was over 3,000 words. So hopefully you're all looking forward to another 2,000 words of this story!

Once all 5 parts are posted here on Tumblr, I will be posting them on AO3 to help everyone keep track of them easier.

And as always, I hope you enjoy!

"Xenomorphs are here?! How would they get here?! Am I supposed to be hunting those things?! I thought they're a challenge for Yautja! I can't take on one of those things on my own!" The growl to quiet you down didn't answer any of your questions, but the reminder that you weren't in a safe environment caused you to listen to the order. You couldn't help it as your nails dug into the hard skin you were already holding onto. All the horror stories that you had heard about the Xenomorph hunts began to ring in your head.

Your own mate had even told you about the struggles they went through in their hunt. You had seen the scars and damage the Xenomorphs could inflict on a Yautja, so who knew what they could do against the much softer body of a human. You hadn't even realized that you began to shake until you felt the dig of your mate's claws on your waist. You also began to register the dig of tree bark against your back as your mate pressed you into the trunk, still standing on a branch high above the ground. You stared up at their masked face, listening as they quietly chattered, probably trying to calm you down slightly.

Your eyes stayed locked on their mask, silently pleading them not to do what you felt was coming. You felt the press of your combistick against your chest, one of your hands subconsciously moving to wrap around it. "Please. Let's just go back to the ship. Regroup with the others. You shouldn't fight those things alone. We don't know how many there are or how they even got here." You kept your voice low, though you knew it would do nothing to keep you hidden if the monsters came looking for you.

You didn't get a reply, and it felt as if your heart was sinking with them as you watched your mate jump down to the ground. You had at least a little comfort as you saw their hunting partner from earlier on the ship materialize at their side, obviously coming out to join in the hunt. The two didn't have to wait long before another shrill call came from nearby, loud enough to almost drop your weapon. The call was answered by a familiar roar, that of your mate's missing party member. The two below you wasted no time to take off towards the sounds, wether they wanted to help their friend or just wanted a piece of the action you weren't sure. But either way, you began to silently hope that they all came out okay.

It wasn't much more than a minute later that you began to hear the sounds of the battle nearby. While your brain screamed at you to try either stay put or try to find your way back to the ship, the sounds of your mate fighting drew you in. You had never been allowed off the ship during hunts, and your curiosity was getting the best of you. Placing your combistick back in its holder, your began to slowly make your way forward, trying your best to stay up in the trees as much as you could.

As you got closer, the sounds of combat did nothing for your panic. You knew that getting close was little more than a death wish, and your mate would probably be furious with you if you all got out of this. When the scene came into view and you began to see bodies of a few Xenomorphs littering the ground, you began to have a little bit of hope that the three hunters would be fine. You took the time to look them each over quickly, the third hunter that you hadn't seen so far during your hunt had obviously been struggling to take on the pack before the other two Yautja had arrived and had bright green staining down one of their legs and on their chest.

The fact that they were up and still fighting gave you some small comfort while you checked the other two. The three of them together seemed to be able to deal with the pack effectively, the other two having only minor scratches and marks.

You turned your attention then to trying to keep a look out to not only try to get a headcount of the remaining Xenomorphs, but you also had remembered that you were in danger here and did your best to watch your surroundings. You wouldn't hear the end of it if you had come this close and needed to be rescued on a day that was supposed to be your ability to hunt and survive. You honestly weren't even sure if that was still happening. You weren't sure how the rules would deal with a surprise Xenomorph attack.

Lost in your thoughts again, you found your eyes locked on your mate. Your gaze following the flow of their body as they fought. The movement of their muscles under their skin was always fascinating to you, but you hadn't realized just how mesmerizing it was until you got to see it in true action. That was until your show was interrupted by the realization that the two of you were staring dead at each other. You felt a chill run through you again, and you were sure if you were able to read their mind, you wouldn't be able to understand a string of the angry growls.

You did your best to smile at them, but remembering that they couldn't see your face, you grabbed your weapon from your hip, trying to signify that you were being safe and careful. You didn't get a chance to see their reaction as your helmet began to beep aggressively. You had to blink as your vision flashed between a few different view types until it revealed a hidden danger behind your mate.

Your lungs squeezed to yell at them to watch out, but your brain wasn't able to process out any words, your breath just coming out in a painful gasp. Your vision caught your mate turning to the threat, but as your head managed to piece together the sight in front of you, you noticed that they had managed to pierce the Xenomorph through the head and into the body. The sight of the green liquid oozing down the alien's head was a surprising relief.

[the-goddessfighter]

[ Alien vs Predator Batarou AU - Part 1 ]

by: Little1993lamb

for: Temperans-sama / @the-goddessfighter Word count: 7252 Warning: Background characters' death. Some violence and gore mentions, but not too explicit.

Not exactly a fanfic but more of a long scenario AU headcanon. Caution for bad English and very limited vocabulary as I'm not native English speaker and still not fluent enough, OOC characterizations, and lots of inaccurate concepts compared from the movie plotline as this headcanon is just loosely inspired by it, so please forgive me if this not so good I'm so sorry 🙇💦

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This AU headcanon was based on my weird "Alien vs Predator" movie-like dream I had weeks ago. But for this AU, the story has slightly modificated to fit Batarou situation:

• Badd as a Spaceman, working for the extraterrestrial research scientists organization, unexpectedly met Garou in one of his mission.

• Garou as one of the Yautja/Predator warriors, aiding Badd on fighting against the Xenomorphs Aliens.

The other headcanon concepts, like Garou's concept designs for the AU, are written on the notes at the end of story below.

As I promised before, this is my present for you to begin the year 2021, Temperans-sama (and of course also everyone in the fandom). I hope you enjoyed this AU headcanon!

Let's get started! 😊😉👌💖

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Badd was working for Space and Extraterrestrial Research Organization as their Spaceman. Not as the researcher because he hates to work in a lab, he rather to do some actions in the field or outdoor works. There were several divisions for Spacemen jobs in the Organization, but what Badd specialized was the ones who could do fighting or combat. Basically like security guard to ensure the safety of Research Organization members. Sometimes he also being included in a rescue team when there was something life-threatening emergency situation happens.

One day, he got a mission along with his other coworkers in rescue team to save their crewmates, who previously were sent to investigate an unknown spaceship that was approaching Earth's orbit but then they were trapped in there.

Just after arriving on the ship and navigating their crewmates' location, they found a bunch of terrifying monstrous Xenomorph aliens attacking them. Battle was ensued, many of them died because they weren't expected these creatures' presence in the spaceship. None of the hostages crewmates informed them because turned out either they were already dead or incapable to send complete information to the base.

In the middle of fighting inside an alien spaceship, Badd finally met one of the hostage crewmates who is also one of his bestfriend and he joined to fight along with his friend against the creatures.

At the end of exhausting battle, Badd and that one friend survived on escaping from the ship along with some few other crewmates. When Badd asked him on a private room, "Why didn't you send help request more sooner?", the friend just answered, "Because I was waiting for this moment".

Badd saw his friend's appearance changing into an unknown stranger figure: a spiky white haired humanoid alien with heavily intricate armored body. Surprisingly, he is not so hideous like the other alien creatures but still has an otherworldly figure.

Badd was stunned when the stranger alien explained his intention using some language translator device on his helmet armor,

"Initially, my warrior troops were gonna invade your precious Earth but unexpectedly our spaceship was infested by those creatures you've seen before. I'm the Leader and the only survivor during the ambush and that's when your naive crewmates coming to our already wrecked ship. They sent SOS signal to your base when they were under attack. Because I want a chance for long-term survival, I borrowed your dead friend's appearance by shapeshifted as him".

He continued, "Luckily, you found me and think of me as your friend! I must gained your trust by playing along as your crewmate the whole time so I could hop into your ship together with you, thus fulfilling my intention to invade the Earth. Thanks for bringing me along, tiny human..".

The alien warrior ended his speech with a growling voice into the still stunned Badd's ear. Then he reached on his armor helmet mask and slowly took them off, revealing the true face of him:

A humanoid monster-like face with wide ridged forehead, intimidating-looked narrow hollowed eyes in which have round big golden-coloured irises, no nose, has these huge mandibles complete with two sets of long pointed tusks on them, and when they opened a bit Badd could see rows of sharp teeth inside. This alien warrior also has swept-back long spiky white hair, it was the most eye-catching feature on him.

Realizing Badd was observing his unmasked face, the white-haired alien suddenly snarled by opened his mandibles up in front of Badd's face to scare him. He wanted to test if this human would weirded out or cowering in fear from seeing his real appearance or not. But Badd only jolted back in reflex from getting surprised, without any hints of fear detected in his eyes. "You.. aren't scared by me?"

Badd was taken aback by the question, "Huh? Nah. I've seen much worse and it wasn't you, obviously".

"Not for a little bit? Nothing at all?", the alien didn't convinced by Badd's statement at all.

"Yep. 'Sides, I rather looked at your face than have to witness those Lovecraftian abominable creatures in that spaceship before. Hey what are you trying to do, by the way, huhh??", Badd could swears this white-haired alien just wanted to make fun of him. 

The white-haired alien just humming and nodding to himself, "Hmm.. You're indeed an interesting one.", as he placed his hand under his chin and rubbing it, it seems like he found some amusement in Badd.

Although he was indeed caught off-guard by the surprise snarl, Badd didn't afraid of him on a slightest, instead he actually was mesmerized by the alien's charm. Badd blurted out, "Are you gonna eat me?".

The white-haired alien just giving a funny look for a second and then grinning widely after hearing that silly question, showing all of his sharp teeth and fangs inside his mandibles, "No, not yet. Not until I know you better..", a chuckling sounds like a cat's purr was heard from him as he caressed the human's soft cheek with his long claws.

Badd frowned on what the alien had said, 'So in the end he will devours me if I'm not useful anymore?'. He didn't wanna think what he should explain to Zenko when the time has come.

When Badd said he didn't afraid to die, it doesn't mean he wanted to leave his beloved little sister alone, not when she hasn't finished her education in college and reaching her dream! Also, sure as hell not by being eaten by this strange alien!

Seeing Badd was slightly affected by the threatening words, he retreated his hand back. "Well I'm just joking, I never and wont eat humans, don't worry. They make a good prey but totally not good for consumption at all". Then he laughed loudly at Badd's dumb-strucked face. Badd started to feel pissed off: they both had just met and this alien already have the guts for teasing him twice??

The laughing finally ceased, "I think we should cooperating from now on. What is your name, little human?", the alien curiously asked, those bright yellow irises staring deep into Badd's rich dark chocolate eyes, searching for any hints of fear emotions but instead found some fire ablaze in them.

"Badd. My name's Badd, just remember whose human who had saved your sorry ass", he answered while removing the clawed hand that caressed his cheek, boldly swatting it away from him.

The charming white-haired alien quickly caught Badd's hand and clasped it with his palm, "Ooh a feisty one! Seems like I was right for choosing to fight along with you minutes ago, you're quite strong for a mere human. I like that. And you can call me 'Garou'. Nice to meet you, Badd..".

From the corner of his eye, Badd saw 'Garou' took something from his pocket. It was a small piece of the Xenomorph's sliced finger. He squished it a bit until the green-ish blood residue leaked out from the cut, then slowly moved it closer towards Badd's face.

"Stay still, Badd", the warrior instructed him.

"WHOAA NONO NO NO, GET IT AWAY FROM MY FACE!!", the young spaceman tried to swat that finger thing from Garou's hand and moved away as far as possible, refusing Garou's request.

"I said stay still! Calm down it's just a quick little brush", Garou insisted as he keeps holding Badd's hand to prevent Badd from swatting and moving too much.

The moment Badd's forehead being brushed by the blood as Garou carved a symbol on him, his skin sizzled from the contact of corrosive acid fluid and those left red scratched marks as the result.

"OUCH OW THAT HURTS! IT BURNED MY SKIN, JACKASS!!", Badd shouted then grimaced at the burned sensation on his forehead, he let out pained moaning. "Uuh.. What's that for?"

"I'm 'marking' you. You fight along with me, you even managed to kill those creatures despite being a human. Therefore, you earned my respect to bear an honourable mark from me," Garou smiled proudly at Badd, genuinely happy to find such a strong fierce human at the first meeting.

Badd didn't know how he should reacted at the explanation, but after seeing Garou's genuine proud expression he thought maybe it was actually a very rare honourable thing to be given outside his clan. From the spaceship window glass reflection, Badd could see the fresh carved scratched-like mark. He was admiring how neat the mark Garou has carved onto his forehead. An honour mark.

"Umm.. Honestly I didn't expected it, but.. Thank you, I guess?", Badd muttered while caressing his freshly marked skin.

"You're welcome, tiny human. So, right now we are heading towards your precious Earth, right? Do you have any spare room in your house for me, hmm?", Garou grinning confidenty, expecting for more interesting things from Badd after they live together.

Badd felt an impending huge migrane forming in his head, as well as the sudden urge to facepalm so hard, "... Goddamnit."

This would changed his normal daily life.

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As the consequence of accidentally helping Garou, Badd must hide his existence from the Research Organization. So, after arrived back to the Earth, Badd must gives false-report for the base that their rescue mission was failed and only a few of team members were survived.

During that time, Garou made himself invisible but also could shapeshift into anyone for more advanced stealth tactics. Badd allowed Garou to live temporarily in his house, as long as Garou wont harming his beloved little sister Zenko and his cute cats.

At first, Garou forgot to shift into his human form in front of Zenko when Badd sneakily brought him into his house at late night. He didn't know Zenko was still awake at that hour because she was waiting for his comeback.

Badd wanted to smack himself after noticed Garou's big mistake, but after staring intensely at Garou for a full minute, Zenko just nonchalantly said,

"So you've got back from the space and you're bringing an alien boyfriend home? Hmm.. Not bad. Nice choice by the way, I always know your type, big bro", and she gives Badd thumbs up of approval.

Garou takes a liking on Zenko's bravery, maybe he could get along with her more easier later. On the other hand, despite his attempt at correcting Zenko that Garou isn't his alien boyfriend (yet), it makes Badd feels relieved that his little sister doesn't really mind of him bringing an extraterrestrial being as a new roommate in their house.

Garou spending most of his time at Badd's home by trying to learn human's behaviour and any other knickknack Earth-y things out of curiousity, that he slowly forgetting his original intentions and getting more interested on building a newfound relationship with Badd.

Badd also slowly growing fond of this charming alien, especially when Garou becomes more protective to him and his family, not to mention Garou actually learning humanity better than actual human. He was actually surprised that Garou had decided to develop a new "adaptive" form, in which a mix between his real form and human form, to help him communicate better with Badd while still maintaining most of his real appearance. Especially when it requires him speaking by human language more fluently.

Sometimes when Badd wasn't working or taking a day-off, they would spending time together at home and exchanged stories of their life. After Badd promised Garou that he wont tell any information to the higher up in the Organization, Garou explaining his life as a Warrior from his own planet, the secret history behind the invasion mission toward Earth and the super advanced technologies they owned compared with what human have currently.

It's kinda fun to have someone from another world to talk casually with, since Garou himself didn't have many close friends in his own troops. Not even to the old Elder warrior, Bang, who Garou regards as his adoptive father and his former trainer.

In return, Badd telling Garou about his favorite things, his childhood stories, his family including his late parents, everything about Zenko as he adores her so much, also about the reason why he took such adventurous yet dangerous job as Spaceman for the Research Organization. If Garou ever curious for some Earth-y stuff that he still didn't understand (as he called those things "outdated ancient stuff"), Badd will also explaining about them to him.

On special occasion, Badd would brings Garou and Zenko out to go shopping together or having fun on amusement park. He thinks it's good idea to take Garou with him and introducing many fun things humans usually do in daily life. It feels good to have a sense of having a full family again after he lost his own parents years ago. Besides, seeing how adorable Garou trying to enjoy human's entertaintments or bonding with Zenko was amusing.

To blending himself in public when they're going outside together, Garou usually shifted onto his "human-persona" so he wont attracts unwanted attention from people. But when he's around Badd's house, Garou just shifted back to his original form or his adaptive form since Badd loves it so much and wants Garou to be comfortable as himself at home.

Fortunately, it seems Badd's neighbourhood was inhabited by chill people. They never questioned further or suspicious about who Garou really is, especially after Zenko purposely introduced him as "her big brother's new boyfriend who just moved in from another city". Badd immediately blushed or flustered everytime they mentioned his "handsome boyfriend", as they also greet Garou warmly and saying that Badd was so lucky to have this gorgeous man as his lover.

Garou persistently asking Badd what is this "boyfriend" supposed to meant and why did Badd always deflecting his genuine questions while being all bright red faced with higher heart rate. Despite never got the answer, Garou likes to tease the cute little spaceman that he adores so much.

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After staying on Earth for months in Badd's home, Garou started to questioning himself.

Garou wondered if his original mission is really worthy or not, because in truth what he had said to Badd about the reason why he comes to Earth is not entirely true.

The real story was, Garou was just wanna visit the Earth for sportmanship and training himself to become the best hunter warrior. He was going to prove the Elites that he is worthy enough to get more superior rank that the one he currently is. That's why he also brought the Young Blood packs along with him to train them once they arrived on the Earth.

Until that accident happened because of a miscalculation: the Xenomorph alien larvaes that supposed to be used on humans, the supposed hosts, for initiation and hunting ritual were infesting his packs when they were still in the middle of their journey towards the Earth. Garou's plan was destroyed spectacularly, he lost all his pack members before he reached their destination. At least on the better side, because of that accident he could meet Badd along the way, so it feels not too bad.

On the other hand for personal fulfillment, he wanted to seek different challenges in another planets to polish his hunting skills and adding new experiences. So, the invasion plan was actually just his secondary mission, in fact it was actually just a bluffing. But it sounds like a more cooler way to threatened Badd back then. 

Not that he ever cares about human civilization and the entire human population in Earth, as he remains indifferent for them and regards them as mere weak prey for hunting sport. But he found out this one particular human is very fascinating to him: Badd. The more he interacted with Badd, the more he gets attached.

Not to mention lately Garou sensed something wrong with himself that only occured everytime they spend time or hanging out together, like there's warm feeling in his chest or sudden protective instinct whenever he is near Badd.

And while Garou considers humans are ugly, for some unknown reason he thinks Badd, in human's expressive language, is "beautiful". Inside his fierce hot-headed appearance, Badd has the kindness and all the sweet personality package in his heart. Which is total opposite with Garou, who is ruthless and cunning. Those contrasts has really melted Garou's own cold heart, surprised that he could managed to find such special human being.

Badd was supposed to be his prey, not a companion. If only Badd were born as the same kind like him, without doubt Garou was 100% sure Badd would be a perfect Warrior partner to fight along with, as he had already seen Badd's remarkable strength as a human. Such the best dream-like scenario ever that will never happens to them, but still very good 'what-if' situation.

The moment Garou saw Badd could kill the Xenomorph aliens alongside him in a combat and capable to defend himself, he respects Badd so much. It made Garou wanted to initiate Badd as one of his kind, a honourable strong Warrior. Or taking Badd with him to train as his personal human Apprentice.

For his bravery and incredible fighting abilities, Garou presented Badd a gift as a sign of respect for him. It was one of his exotic Yautja warrior's weapon collections that he managed to bring along in last expedition: an unbreakable metal bat.

Garou thinks it suited Badd's brawler fighting style, and because the bat made from special metal from his planet it can't be destroyed with anything on Earth. Except if it was smeared with corrosive acidic Xenomorph alien's blood, it would slightly melt. Whoopsie. But anyways, still an honourable thoughtful gift! Garou hopes he can witness the day Badd will using the metal bat in a combat.

Maybe it's not really bad he prolonged his stay on Earth for the sake of Badd and Zenko, although just for a bit. Garou wanted to have more "connection" with Badd before he continued the original plan. He wanted to know more about this special human, always being near him and protected him.

At least before the old man Bang realizing Garou has been missing for awhile after last Xenomorph attack and doing some search party for him by sending reinforcement army towards the Earth. 

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At the same time on his workplace at the Research Organization, Badd was contemplating his life decision.

Badd was thinking why should he still insisted to hide Garou's existence? He could just secretly reported the truth to the Organization behind his back, handed him to them as new research subject and thus ended the Earth's next possible threat.

But that's so wrong!

Just thinking about Garou being treated as a test subject like some lab guinea pig made Badd's blood boil. Not that they can ever catch Garou and managed to survive from him, though, as he knows how strong Garou is. Surely Garou is an extra-terresterial being, but in reality he's not so different from human. There's also alot things that separated him from another Alien species he had encountered before.

Garou has a good heart and moral despite being an asshole sometimes. He's super intelligent and quick to learning something new, willing to cooperate once they're bonded over mutually trust.

Speaking of morality, Garou has better grasp of humanity than most people. Although he is a ruthless warrior, he wont bringing harm to those who are already weak or sickly people, unarmed opponents, childrens, or females especially the pregnant ones. Those are basically the Yautja Clans' Warrior Rules, as they only do fair fights. Badd thinks Garou's own kind are very cultured people, that's cool.

One thing Badd didn't expect before was the fact Garou is kind of "nerdy guy". He thought Garou was a ruthless jock-type warrior who only likes hunting or chaotic things, but in reality he is just the biggest nerd Badd ever known. Garou has always been curious about anything he deemed interesting enough, like human's lifestyle, social classes, education, or even the cuisine. Currently Garou is obsessed with martial arts and his homemade food, also when they're going out together he always asked for buying some fast food preferably with Cola for the drink. Truly an example of alien with unique taste.

The more Garou learned from Badd and observing people around them, the more he understand what human and their "humanity" is, both good side and bad side. Garou said he considered himself on grey area. But he would try to be on the good side, just for Badd.

About Garou's appearance, Badd never got scared of Garou's real form. In fact, he finds Garou in his full warrior armory looks charming and kinda handsome. He had seen Garou in the middle of daily training to sharpen his instincts during his stay at home, surely Garou got a lots of cool fighting techniques and movements, both bare-handed or with weaponry. Truly showing a professional experienced Warrior skills. Or when Garou shifted into the adaptive form so he can spar with Badd more comfortably without really hurting him.

Not to mention his unusually bright golden irises when Garou stares intensely at him, the way Garou tilted his chin up with those long slender clawed hand, that teasing smug grin with those sharp teeth show-off, and those surprisingly soft slicked back spiky white hair..

Yeaah okay, Zenko was totally right about him being into monsters. Fortunately to Badd, she wont and never judges his taste on men.

And Garou is actually a very good friend.. Or maybe more, if only his feeling ever reciprocated. Badd wondered if he could asks Garou to just stay forever on Earth together with him.. 

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Badd was just coming home early in the afternoon from the work, as he only finishing yesterday's home paperworks and delivering it to the office. Time to get some rest after working the whole night filling the mountain pile of papers, Zenko still in school at this hour anyways so he would take a brief nap before picking her up.

Strangely, the house was too quiet. He usually hear some noises from across the room, whether it was Garou watching some tv programs or news or movies, or sneaking around the kitchen as he attempted to raid Badd's fridge contents (nowadays he often found out all the meat stocks or even any of homecooking leftovers in his fridge vanished thanks to Garou's huge appetite).

Badd tried to calling for Garou and checking on his room upstairs but there still no sign of him. He guessed maybe Garou went to their sparring place in the woods, training by himself to polish his hunting skill. Or maybe Garou was lurking on city downtown again?

Badd wished it was the former, he doesn't want Garou to make some trouble with humans when Badd was not with him. Even if Garou indeed goes to town he hoped he just do sightseeing or observing people from afar. Whatever, Badd will take a nap while waiting for Garou.

Just as Badd started to sleep, he heard the bedroom window clicked open suddenly. He immediately jumped out of the bed and grabbing his metal bat, ready to whack anyone who dared to sneak into his house like this. Nothing on sight, though, until some invicible force putting down Badd's metal bat and revealing it was Garou in his "adaptive" form, who just deactivated his invisibility cloak after entering his room from the window.

"Yo Badd!", he grinned widely, happy for successfully surprising Badd again. 

"Oh for fuck's sake Garou, please just use the front door! I already gave you my spare key, right? What if someone sees you and thinks you're a robber- Forget that, you were in invisible mode nobody could ever see you anyways, Mr. Ninja Warrior". Badd flomped down on the bed again, feeling ridiculously tired by Garou's antic yet relieved that his favorite alien is back. "Where did you go?"

Garou sets his knapsack down while explaining his disappearance, "I was so bored doing nothing in your house and my instincts will slowly dulled if I don't practice my routines, so I sneak out to nearby forest hoping to get some good prey for hunting practice. But it seems like Earth's creatures are not challenging enough to become my prey. It's either too small, too tame, too weak, or too pitiful it can't satisfy my hunting urge".

Garou sat beside Badd on the bed and stared at him, "Why can't I fight your people? It would makes alot things more interesting..", he whispered the last sentence with a naughty shit-eating grin on his face.

Badd propped himself up from the bed to grab Garou's arm and pointing his index finger in front of Garou's face, "No, I wont allowed you to do that! No hunting on humans, not on my watch. If you want some fight you can spar with me like what we always do. I'll take you on in a fair fight. Was that still not enough?". Was I'm not enough for you, Badd left it unsaid. He frowned at the though of Garou not satisfied with his effort.

"Ugh, what a let down, I would love to add human skulls on my trophy room when I get back to my planet soon. But your wish is my command, Badd. I promise not doing that for your sake", Garou huffed and rolled his eyes, but his tone softened. "About our sparring, while yes we can still spar with eachother, it doesn't fullfil my hunger for hunt. That's different", he shifted closer to Badd and gazing deeply into his rich dark chocolate eyes.

He continued, "You're not a prey anymore and I hate to see you getting hurt everytime I went overboard in our fights. You're my human companion, I only wish to protect you. But thank you for letting me spar with you every week, it was really fun", Garou touched Badd's forehead, where an initiation mark as fellow Warrior was given by him after their first encounter. Then slowly he put his clawed hand on Badd's cheek, caressing the soft skin gently while looking at Badd with much tenderness.

Badd just averted his eyes from Garou's uncharacteristically tender gaze, face heating from blushing too much as his heart-rate spiked. Of course Garou would know he was flustered by his touching words, he could see it by his vision, by the way. Not that Badd hated to be treated like this, in fact he felt so happy that Garou considered him as a human companion, a "someone special" for Garou.

"Umm yeah you're welcome, then.. Don't worry I know you will never really hurt me. Besides, I'm a tough guy, y'know? I can totally revive through fighting spirit and have another go with you", Badd placed his own hand on top of Garou's, letting the charming alien caress his face more. It's very comforting he loves it when Garou showing some rare affection to him.

They enjoyed the heartwarming moment until suddenly Garou moved away from Badd, "Oh I just remember something! Wait here", he let go his touch on Badd as he rushed to get his knapsack on the floor, picking its content and shoved it in front of Badd's face. "Here I got this for you, accept it!".

It was a flower bouquet. A simple makeshift one, but what made Badd astounished was Garou's choice of flowers: all of them were rare exotic flowers, which only grows on mountain or on the deepest part in forest. All of the flowers were wrapped by a wide green leaf as replacement for plastic wrap ('is that a banana leaf??'), and tied together by a thin rope.

"Wow.. Thanks, Garou, these are very pretty ones", Badd carefully took the beautiful bouquet from Garou's hand, still mesmerized by the exotic colourful flowers. He cradled it close on his chest. "Where and how the hell you get these flowers? I didn't even know that they grow or ever existed around our sparring place??"

Garou scratched his head, "After I got bored by pitiful failed attempt of hunting and start heading back to your house, I saw one kind of wild flower plant growing at hidden small valley near our sparring place. I though you would like it so I took some then continued searching for more wild flowers in the middle of forest until on the top of hills. Worth it for a passing time aside from going hunting", he shrugged like it was no big deal.

"But why?? What's the real reason?", Badd was honestly baffled by Garou's whole effort to flatter him.

"I saw from TV or on the street when we were going outside that you humans like to giving and receiving flower present as, what is that, "courting attempt"? Also you always go 'Aww that was so sweet~" or swooning like a fool everytime you and Zenko watched that scenes in some sappy drama movies. I don't understand why humans feel an enjoyment from getting a reproductive part of plant. Is that something meaningful behind that?", Garou raised his non-existed eyebrows in honest wonderment.

Badd tried to answer him, "Well.. It was--".

Garou continued his rants, effectively cutting Badd's explanation, "On my planet everyone courting their companion with a head or remnants of deadly dangerous prey, showing how great their hunting skills are. The more kill count the better. While your people giving a flower bouquet, a plant, really? You humans are just weird", he was shaking his head.

"So.. You didn't deny that you were courting me, right? You realized what I like and tried to do it for me even though you didn't understand the meaning of it, so that you can make me happy. Was that true, Garou..?", Badd slowly connecting the dots and stated the conclusion to Garou. He clutched the flower bouquet tighter, as once again he feels warmth in his heart. Not expecting the ruthless alien warrior has a soft spot.

So this meant his feeling is reciprocated? Garou feels the same as him? 

"What-- I'm-- Okay, you're right I was! There you have it now. Happy? Damn, this still weird to say..", Garou awkwardly confessed to Badd, not sure what should he says next. If he were in human form at that time, Badd was sure he was flustered heavily.

"Mmhm..", Badd hummed in agreement, as he placed the pretty flower bouquet on the nightstand carefully. Then Badd clung his arms around Garou's neck and pulling him down together with him on the bed, so now Garou was on top of Badd.

"Whoaa what are you doing?!", Garou propped on his elbows not to crush Badd directly with his weight. He wanted to protest but stopped himself when he saw Badd smiling softly full of fondness at him.

From very close distance, Garou could see how Badd's eyes are twinkling and the pinkish blush on his cheeks made Badd looked more prettier than usual. Those are something that made Garou was at lost of words when he tried to describe how beautiful this human is. His own companion.

Without saying anything, Badd released his hold around Garou's neck. He was caressing Garou's jaws and then cupping his face gently, before pulling Garou down towards him to peck his forehead. Looking briefly at Garou's softened eyes, Badd smiling again then finally kissing his lips. It was a light kiss but also a lingering one.

After a minute that feels like eternity, Garou released himself from the kiss and asking Badd in a soft whisper, "What was that for?". Not with the tone of rejection but instead searching for confirmation.

Beside the "human's courting", Garou also had seen this kind of acts on TV dramas or in real life, where a couple of "lovers" touching their lips onto eachother's for the purpose of showing their affection. So, he wanted to know if Badd was also meant it.

"Do y'know, when someone accepting the other's courting attempt, they would hug or kiss them. To show how much they loved and appreciated the other. I was doing the same to you, Garou.. You don't understand how long I was waiting for this moment", the raven-haired human answered while caressing Garou's face, the adoring smile still haven't leaving his face.

"Huh, I guess this proved what Zenko told me weeks ago was right, you have the hots for monster guy", Garou was smirking in victory, glad he was the one who captured Badd's heart.

"Don't be such a bighead, you silly alien warrior", chuckled Badd while he ruffled Garou's spiky hair. "You were the one who fell so hard on me, as far as making me your companion, swore to protect me in the name of warrior honour and do the whole 'weird human courting' for me. While noone ever dared to do the same as you. Admit it, you're a dork".

"What did you say?! A dork?? How dare you--", Garou offended complaint was halted as he processed Badd's entire words. "Wait, you said noone ever trying to court you before? Why? You seems more than average people in appearance or attitude", he showed pure confused look to Badd.

Badd gladly took Garou's appreciation remark before answering, "Have you seen my temper? Or listening on my way of speech? Or knowing my habit on ditching someone for Zenko if I'm not very interested in them? Nobody could handle that, Garou. Maybe except you, you're the only one who ever wanted me..", he pulled Garou down again for more soft kisses.

Garou hummed in their kiss, "Hmm, then it was their loss. For not considering you an amazing person". He swept the wild strands of Badd's hair away from his forehead, peppering kisses on it gently. Garou has learned it from Badd and now he tried to do the same for him.

"Aww thank you, Garou. Besides, I like my man being tall, strong, dangerous, loyal, and have lots of adorable soft spots behind the whole cocky bravado", Badd purred in bliss from Garou's affection.

"Says the one who said he hates skyscraper-like tall man. Which was the truth, hmm, Short-stack?", Garou lifted one of his non-existed eyebrow in amusement. He likes to tease Badd with that endearment term.

"Sssh it was for the public, lemme have my preference in secret. And don't call me a Short-stack, say that once more I'll bash your head using your metal bat gift!", he pushed Garou aside then hit his sternum hard enough before closing his eyes and snuggling his head on Garou's chest.

Garou just let himself being pushed aside while chuckling, "Whoa okay Short-stack, I wont call you with that name again-- Badd?", he found his companion looked sleepy.

"Mmmh lemme take a nap for awhile, there's still 2 more hours before I have to pick Zenko up at her school. Please staaayyy with meee..", Badd slurred the last line from sleepiness, he curled his body against Garou's own big body, snuggled even more closer to him.

Garou just taking Badd into his embrace, made sure his human companion feels comfortable in his sleep. He caressed Badd's soft silky raven hair, "So, are we 'boyfriends' now?".

"Whut are you talkin' 'bout? I already introduced ya as mah 'boyfriend' to our neighbours, right? Always has been..", Badd tried to answer despite getting more sleepier.

"Oh right", Garou nodded at the memory. So Badd was really meant it that way? Glad to know.

Badd purring at Garou's caresses on his head, "Mmhm.. Love ya, Garou". After the unconsciously big declaration of love, he finally went to sleep, peaceful smile still plastered on his beautiful face.

Garou was at lost on words again. He heard the Love word and his mind just exploded. Badd loves him. The human loves him, an extraterrestrial being.

Thinking about it again, is that even allowed? To love someone from different world and different species? He wasn't sure if the Warrior code would let him taking a human as anything else outside as a prey, an apprentice, or a companion.

Honestly this is the first time Garou received a romantic love, not a friendly love or familial love. Because as a warrior who dedicated himself to be the best hunter, romance is not even listed on his priority list. He can't say for other fellow Elites who seek love interests by charmed them with their hunting abilities, but for himself Garou doesn't even interested on that thing back then.

But with Badd? How can he rejects his love, not when this special kind of human is compassionate, wonderful and not to mention worthy of his full respect. Badd is also the only human who doesn't cower in fear in front of him at their first meeting. Even as far telling him that he adores his soft side.

Him, a ruthless hunter, a "monster", was loved by a kindhearted human.

"... I love you, too, Badd."

Garou whispered it softly into Badd's ear, he embraced the sleeping boyfriend's body tighter before following him into the dreamland.

Both were smiling in their sleep.

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-Few months later-

There was another new exploration mission from the Research Organization to obtain alien egg or larvae samples from the same wrecked spaceship on the previous expedition, so they could studying and observing the newfound alien species.

The newest mission was successful as the researchers team bringing the samples with them and be able to come back with minimal casualty. Thus Badd didn't need to join because he is working in rescue team.

At first week, everything was okay according to the plan. It seems the autopsy of larvae samples was successful as the Organization researchers have gotten some new informations from it.

Until an unexpected accidents occured during the second week of research.

The alien eggs samples in the special laboratory room were suddenly hatched and bursting out the new "facehugger" larvaes. Some of the lab staff were infested by it, while the other larvae strays were killed on the spot to prevent any infestation happening on more victims. Therefore the research was cancelled and the lab staff who became its alive hosts were quarantined until further notice.

The higher-ups were tried to keep it down so nobody outside The Organization know about this accidents. All the scientists and other staff members also tirelessly forced themself to solve this emergency situations. They tried to save the victims who currently become the alien's host, as far as preparing extraction operation for them hopefully it will have successful result.

But just a few days after that incident happened, all of the matured embrios inside the alive hosts bursted out from their body when they were still in the middle of intensive body examinations. The victims were died immediately, leaving a bunch of terrifying creatures that emerged from the wounds and crawling out attacking people in the laboratory.

Everyone was shocked by those horrible gorey sight, some of them were panickly calling for help while the others trying to escape from the room but stopped by the juvenile aliens' quick attack. When the security team came to rescue, most people in the room were either already dead from fatal wounds or barely alive still struggling to avoid getting attacked by the creatures.

The team quickly eliminate the rest of juvenile aliens by shooting it all, ensuring it wont leave past the entrance door. After ensuring no more alive aliens detected, they immediately sent the survivors to the hospital while the dead ones were sent to the Organization's morgue.

By this horrifying incident, the Organization executives hold the emergency meeting on that day They discussing how to solve this unexpected catastrophe during the research, how they should tell to the victims' family about the incident, or if this research are really worth it with these casualties. The higher-ups commanded them to call or reaching everyone who were involved on the newest expeditition mission, to make sure if there is nobody else got infested among the crew members.

Someone reported that most of expedition members along with other spaceship passengers on that mission have gone missing for days, and a few of them were found dead at their home with the same wide gaping hole wound on their chest. Two recordings from CCTVs on one dead victim's home clearly showed 3-4 Xenomorph alien younglings that just born or bursted from the victim's body, crawling outside the house towards neighbourhood area.

From those reports and evidences, it was confirmed that the crew members who participated on the newest exploration mission actually contained alive Xenomorph larvaes before they landed back on Earth, and somehow the infestation itself couldn't be detected because it was still on very early stage at that time. By the calculation of every "chestburster" larvaes that would be born into juvenile Xenomorph aliens from the total 30 suspected victims, it could be up to 120 individuals. And one of the juvenile aliens could be the next Queen that will reproducing new batch of eggs on somewhere else right now.

The plan has failed. This accident has shaken the Research Organization to the core as they prepared for worst scenario: the Xenomorph alien has already reproduced and multiplied itself inside or outside the Organization building complex. Not to mention they haven't managed to supervise the suspected victims current whereabouts prior the incident. Thus, as for the first step action to prevent bigger fatalities happens, they alerted all of the Research Organization members.

At home, Badd got the emergency messages from his higher-ups as he also explaining Garou about what was happened at the moment, that there was infestation of Xenomorph aliens among the researchers in the Research Organization. The higher-ups already deployed all of their hunter squads towards several different locations based on victims' last sighting or their home address. The higher-ups also instructed him to join the hunter squad for outside building complex area or near the suburban area to search the rogue Xenomorph aliens or at least for any survived suspected victims.

Garou suggested that he will also doing the hunt with Badd as it's the Warrior's duty to banish those alien species' existence, as it was their main prey. He asked Badd to always stay near him during the hunt so he wont get hurt by those beasts. Garou promised Badd that he will protect him, no matter what. But he wont promised to do the same for the others, no guaranteed he will helped them. Mostly they will be on their own. 

Both had agreed to eachother, they set their own combat gears. Garou wore his warrior armor and brought all his hunting weapons. Badd also did his part, not forgetting to bring Garou's metal bat gift, he couldn't wait to finally trying it out to smash those aliens' head off. He strapped it on his backpack, shoving all of other combat equipments on his car trunk, then driving his car out along with Garou towards their destination.

Before they go to the mission location, Badd dropping Zenko first to their neighbour family house to make sure someone watching over her and keeping her safe during dangerous situation. Garou shifted into invisible stealthy mode on their way to the squad assembly point, secretly blending with the rest of Badd's hunter squad members.

They started to investigate the forest near the suburban area which was previously has been reported for most recent Xenomorph alien sighting.

----- ⭐To Be Continued⭐ -----

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Notes:

So I made this headcanon because I had a dream which was strangely similar like the movie's plot, although not exactly same. Still don't know why and how I got that kind of dream since I haven't watch the movie again for so long 😅

The dream was about where I was accidentally saving the Queen of Xenomorph who infested my friend and took control of her mind, then turned out I must ensured the Queen's next survival 😱😰

But the difference between my dream and this Batarou AU is that I met a Queen of Xenomorph alien, while in the AU story Badd met one of Yautja warriors as I've decided to make Garou as The Predator instead. I thought it would be cooler than him being a Xenomorph alien, lmao! ✌😁

Coincidentally, besides getting an inspiration from my own dream, this AU especially for Garou as Predator also inspired by the fact we getting his Awakened Monster form from Murata 😳✨

Combining both the ideas, his Murata-styled Monster form and the amazing Predator figure appearance, WHAM, we got badass concept of Predator Warrior Garou! 👏👏😤

By the way, because I've made Predator Garou and his entire clans can do some shapeshifting as the more advanced hunting skill, he has 3 forms in this story:

1. Original form:

Exactly like the Predator in the movie, but the differences are the hairstyle, body build, and the ability to speak human language. Instead of dreadlocks, his hair is swept-back long spiky white hair. His body is more on slender-built than buff as Garou is an agile-type warrior, but he is so much taller than his canon-self, approximally 200 cm, unless he was shapeshifting into another form. He can speak human language in original form, but a little bit difficult to do it because of his mouth's structure so whatever he spouted when he talks would sounds like either growling or hissing. 

It's Garou's default form when he was among his own kind. Showed this form the first time he met Badd in rescue ship to threatened him (but failed as Badd didn't afraid of him at all), or when he was facing off some Xenomorph aliens in combat during the research organization's incident catastrophe.

When Garou revealed himself in front of the Organization executives at the next part (spoiler!), he refused to show his true face as they aren't worthy enough to see it, unlike Badd and Zenko. Hence he only shifted into adaptive form at that moment before Badd comes to defend him.

2. Adaptive form:

After living together with Badd for months, he has adapted into a new hybrid form, a mix between his own original Yautja form and human form. The result is like Monster Garou in Murata's style! No more arthropod-like mandibles with tusks, but instead human-like jaws with rows of sharp teeth and fangs (just imagine it like Murata's Awakened Garou). His hair is just like his canon-self with the iconic long horns-like spiky white hair, but at some point Badd cuts his hair shorter for more easier maintenance, so it now looks like Awakened Garou with short hair-style.

Mostly Garou showed this adaptive form when he was around Badd and Zenko at home. He knows Badd likes it so much thus alot of teasing, so he decided to make this adaptive form as a new default appearance during his stay on Earth. More practical to use as he doesn't do much hunting at that time, also the new set of jaws makes him easier to communicate by human language with Badd without his tech-armor helmet mask.

In this form, Garou still in his super tall self even though the height can vary around 185-190 cm, depends on the situation, ex: sleeping as he's a big boy Badd's bed or couch wont fit, so he'd shrink a bit. Sometimes Garou and Badd would spar at their secret place in the middle of woods using this form.

Despite the adaptive form is not quite suitable for hunting strong prey like Xenomorph aliens, Garou prefers to use it whenever he was training with Badd. Also, he can kiss Badd while in this form. Actually even more easier when he was in human form, it's just Badd loves this form more. Don't kinkshame Badd, he is one of monsterfucker, lmao. 

3. Human form:

Because he has shapeshifting ability, Garou can create his "human persona" everytime he blends into human crowds, especially when Badd asked Garou to go outside with him, occasionally also along with Zenko. Exactly like Garou in canon, but now with short-hairstyle as Badd said it suits him more. Garou interpreted it as a way to say "You look more handsome" but denied profusely by Badd.

He still maintained his lean-muscled physique like his other forms, but Garou shrink his height down into 177 cm because not only being too tall would catch many attention from people (Garou: "It's not my fault you all humans are just so goddamned short!"), Badd hated it when he was being towered by his own "boyfriend" when they're walking together in public. Although Badd accepted his tall monstrous height when they're only with eachother.

Badd's neighbours were successfully charmed by this "camouflage" appearance, Garou in a very cocky way tried it on Badd but it seems Badd only tolerates Garou's human form. Honestly, Badd loves his adaptive form as it shows Garou's own will to connect more with Badd while still maintained personal aspects of himself. Badd also totally didn't mind his original form as it was Garou's true face, and to be shown the real Warrior's face behind the mask is a great honour for Badd.

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I just remember that I've been in Batarou fandom for a whole year since January 2020, so you can think this headcanon AU as a new year gift and a thankful gift for the fandom 😆😚🎂🎁🎉🎊

Special thanks for:

🌸 @kaincuro​ and @the-goddessfighter​

Thank you so much for being huge inspirations! You guys introduced me about the beautiful side of Batarou ship via your awesome blogs and encourage me to also participating by sharing ideas to the fandom. Because of you, I managed to stay in this fandom for 1 year full despite 2020 being a hard year.

Thank you Cain, for being a wonderful person and providing us the Good Quality™ Batarou contents, both headcanons and arts! Whenever I'm on bad days and want to read Batarou stuff, I always go to your blog, it never fails to makes me feels alot better! Seeing your fluffy Batarou drawings and your amazing explanation on headcanon about them are absolute mood booster, it really helped me going through my hard days, seriously. So I wanna thank you from the deepest pit of my heart, because of you I could passed a difficult year more easier.

Please keep running your amazing blog, you're great and we love you! 😉👍❤🌸

Thank you Temperans-sama, for being one of greatest Batarou artists I've ever known in the OPM fandom and for your dedication on always working hard making many beautiful Batarou drawings to deliver to the fandom! Everything you've made are PERFECTION, really a God-tier artstyle. Not to mention your Batarou art always the Softest and Fluffiest! 😚👌💖💖

Thank you for kindheartedly willing to listening my super random headcanons or AUs, even as far liking it and drawing the illustrations for it, all of the arts are magnificent I'm so grateful for that AAAAA thank youuuu- *sobbing happily* 😭🙏💕💖 I feel so happy for being able to talk and sharing ideas with an incredible artist like you waaah THANK YOUUU!! Please accept my promised thankful gift for this year, I hope you like it 😚💕🎁♥

Biggest respect, support, and neverending love for you~ 😘❤💜💙💖💝💐👏

🌸 @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas​ and @guby1620​

You guys are such very good friends during my stay in the Batarou fandom throughout the year, thaaaank youuu! Both of you deserved the best! *hugs tightly and never let go*

Thank you Eir, for being one of the most talented Batarou fanfic writers and most supportive understanding friend! I feel blessed to ever know you through your first Batarou fic a year ago, I still remember being one of your first reviewer and we shared alot of new ideas or random stuff. Now you already become a multitalented artist on both as fic writer and art drawing I'm so proud of you! 👏👏😤✨

Also, thank you for writing so many Batarou fic gifts last year, all of them are my favorite stories until now I really appreciate them! Keep being awesome, Eir, and yes you have my endless supports~ 😉💖✨

Thank you Ruby, for being a very talented Batarou artist with the most loveliest artsyle and I really admired you for that! You always have fluffiest ideas for arts and I love your handsome Garou + adorably sweet Badd drawings. I always enjoyed our interactions whenever we talk about our HCs, you're very easygoing and fun person to talk with, also you always successfully cheer me up with your cutest Batarou art 😉👍💯✨

I should thank you for liking my AU stories, even making one of them into a Doujin THANK YOU SO MUCH I didn't expected you would included the Reincarnated Demon/Angel AU into your long project I feel both grateful and honoured AAAA THANKS A LOT! *died from happiness* 😭💞💖💝

Undying supports and greatest appreciation for youuu, Ruby! I will always waiting for your new creations 👏💝🌸🌻💐

🌸 @garous-nipple​

I wanna say thank you for being one of the most talented Garou-centric fanartists in the fandom, you're amazing and I always love seeing your progress on evolving your artstyle throughout the time. You have great drawing skill and trust me you have already on the path to become next Murata! May this year will becomes Garou year as his inevitable comeback in the manga is near, so you will get loads of new art inspirations 😤👍💯🌟

Thanks alot for always accepting my requests or art idea suggestions! You absolutely deserved all of the best appreciation for your hardworks, we the OPM fandom are loving you 😉👌💖

I hope you enjoyed Garou's "the Predator" concept design headcanon as a humble new year gift from me 😆💝🎁🎉

And lastly for special mention:

🌸 @himbo-in-limbo​

I know we haven't interacted yet, but knowing that you love both Garou and AvP after stumbling into your lovely blog, I've decided to include you, too! As someone who only saw AvP once and not too familiar with the story, I honestly kinda embarassed of myself and afraid if my headcanon wont makes any sense so I apologized if there's alot mistakes and inaccuracy in here or if it's too OOC, please forgive me 🙇💦

I realized it's not perfect but I hope you like my concept design of Garou being a Yautja! Also sorry for the Batarou hints I hope you wouldn't really mind about it 😅😉💕💝🎁

(btw, all of your OCs are fantastic and very thoughtful-made! ❤)

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Once again I'm so sorry if my writing sucks, I wanted to share the idea but I don't have good writing skill at all please forgive me.. 😭🙇

I hope I can continue for the second part which is also the last part, it's currently on 1/4 way of completion. I'm currently stuck on the action scene why does it so hard to write battle scenes heeeelpp! 😫💦

So please wait for me, yeah? Wish me luck I could finished the story 😅🙏

Thank you so much, we will see again on the final part! 💖

-Little1993lamb-

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Temperans:

Anon! Thank you very much for sharing another fantastic fic for this fandom! Sorry for taking time to post it here. You know? My vacation will be over soon and I'm getting ready for TuT school

I would like to have dreams as interesting as yours, I hardly dream anymore, and it is nice that you can capture an idea from that. Honestly I've been a bit off these days, I miss our guys a lot and the way the webcomic is unfolding really distresses me (I'm so scared for Badd X'C). But your fic lifts my spirits every time I read it! So I wanted to reward your hard work with a drawing. I really like H. R. Giger's art and I tried to give that vibe to my art (I tried X'D). Thank you anon for always being there to support the fandom unconditionally! I hope you have a better year and health! 😘❤💜💙💖💝

[katerinawinters]

Predator: Huntress Alpha ch 7

Walking back and forth across the large common area, Justice let out a ragged groan as Larsa's cries intensified. Casting a worried glance over her shoulder towards the bridge, she looked to see Jarak calmly sitting in his seat, occasionally adjusting the ship as they approached the oncoming planet. He didn't seem bothered by the noise, but Justice was sure it was an act. For nearly an hour, the sound of Larsa's hungry cries echoed off the ship's walls. Even she was starting to become undone by the constant crying.

 Hugging the baby closer, Justice put a bit more bounce in her pacing as she rubbed her cheek against hers. It was hot, and her screams rang in Justice's ear, but she endured it.

 "I know, I know," she soothed, her heartbreaking as she walked from one end of the room and turned on her heel. "Once I get something to eat, then you will be able to eat too."

 Her milk was coming out only in tiny amounts. The last time Justice ate was three days ago back on LV549. She had eaten her last energy bar that morning as she hid in the desert, preparing herself to run to the dorm building.

 Waking up from her first night of sleep on the ship, she had asked the hunter if he had any food onboard and received a quiet no in response. Justice wasn't surprised by the answer, oddly enough, the ship was immaculately clean. It made her wonder if the ship was new or if the hunter was just OCD or something. Besides the weapons on the wall and his precious sack containing what she was sure was a xenomorph head, there was nothing else in the ship.

 After a few more laps of bouncing steps, Larsa settled her head sleepily against Justice's chest as her cries dropped into a constant mewling noise that tore at Justice's soul worse.

 "Jarak?" she called quietly, knowing the hunter's keen hearing would pick up her voice.

 Turning silently in his chair, he stared at her in answer. His orangish-red eyes that reminded her of solar flares were calm and patient. He really wasn't all that bothered by Larsa's crying, she realized. And for some reason, that made her think of last night, which was probably some of the best sleep she had ever had. Half naked, she had slept a good portion of the night in the yautja's arms. He had moved only once, early that morning, carefully shifting her so that she lay against the bed, allowing him to finally get up. And if she was really being honest with herself, she hated to see him go. For years she had slept with all of her senses open, with one hand on her gun and ready to react within a second, but last night for the first time, she entered a depth of sleep she had only ever read about, and it was glorious--and she hated herself for it.

 Unaccustomed to asking for help, Justice forced the words out, wincing at how awkward she sounded. "Is their fish on your planet?"

 Jarak just blinked.

 "I only eat fish, vegetables, and fruit," she explained, knowing that Yautja were primarily red meat eaters--raw meat at that. "I need to eat in order to produce milk so that she can eat. Does your planet have an edible fish I can eat?"

 Thinking, Jarak nodded before turning around. His black claws clacked at the console, pulling up a large holographic viewer, overlaying the window. Stepping closer, Justice looked at the images and smiled. Sorted into two groups were seemingly all the known fish on his planet.

 "Ok," she breathed in relief. "That's good."

 Exiting the screen, Jarak looked up to the encroaching planet, and she followed his gaze. It was beautiful. Covered in dark greens and deep blues and shrouded in a thin filmy white gaseous layers, the jungle planet floated proudly in the sea of glittering black space. Even their planets were foreboding, she thought with a smirk. How thick was their jungle if even from this distance, the planet shined like a dark emerald? How deep were their unexplored oceans? The scientist within her leaped at the excitement the new planet offered, but the bigger part of her, the soldier, stared at the planet with a cool appraisal.

 "Sit," Jarak commanded over his massive shoulder.

 Holding the now quiet Larsa higher against her chest, Justice stiffened and gave the yautja a deadly smile. "I think because you have seen my tits, you are under the impression that you are entitled to give me orders, yautja. Let me inform you that you're highly mistaken," her whispered words came out through clenched teeth. "I promise you this, once I have eaten, rested, and taken care of Larsa, you and I are going to have to have a talk about this giving me orders habit you have going."

 Jarak turned in his chair, and she watched as his sunburst eyes brightened in response. "I will look forward to it, until then--sit," he pointed a black claw towards the bed.

 For the longest moment, they stared at one another in silent combat. She wanted to break that finger, but she couldn't, not with Larsa in her arms. She wanted to shoot him, but not while she and Larsa were aboard this ship. She wanted to punch that satisfied glimmer he was staring at her with right out of those tiny beady eyes, but she couldn't--not right now at least.

 Holding back the rest of her snarky words, she spun on her heel and marched back to the bed and sat, not daring to look back at the giant bastard.

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 It was dark out when the ship landed. With her backpack on and Larsa strapped back into her harness, Larsa grabbed her gun and stepped to Jarak on the bridge, who gave her a pointed stare.

 Pushing some of her braids, which had fallen from her bun, out of her face, she gave the hunter a questioning look. "What?"

 Jarak looked from her gun and back to her meaningfully.

 "I truly hope you didn't expect me to leave my gun on this ship," she asked, one eyebrow lifting cynically. "I don't know this planet. For all, I know it's probably full of species evolved to match its primary occupants. Which endangers my child even more so. That’s-"

 "Only endangering the child?" Jarak asked, and Justice resisted grabbing a handful of his spines and yanking them out of his big fat head.

 He was purposely trying to bait her into an argument. The giant lunk wanted to fight her, she could feel the need for it vibrating off of him. She was sure it was the sole reason he saved her and Larsa. His "curiosity" was just a polite way of saying, "I have yautja hard-on to fight you."

 She narrowed her eyes at him. "I would manage on my own," she said evenly, "but with her," she pointed to the baby in the harness. "I will take no chances."

 Without a reply, Jarak walked towards the hatch and hit a button on the wall activating the pressure-sealed door. Warm swampy air hit her immediately, and Justice nearly groaned. She forgot about that aspect. Hot, humid, jungle planets were paradise for these creatures. Stepping onto the smooth metal surface, Justice looked around in silent surprise at the hangar. Parked in a line of ships that spanned at least eight kilometers, cutting a large strip out of the thick jungle, they walked out onto the path that sat between the row of ships. There had to be over fifty ships, not including the empty spaces she could see that were obviously reserved for other ships.

 Walking down the quiet path, Jarak suddenly stopped and looked towards the jungle. Turning to her, he gave her a firm look and pointed to the ground. "Wait here, do not move," he growled.

 Justice was opening her mouth to tell him to fuck-right-the-hell-off when the hunter turned and moved so quickly she just ended up standing there with her mouth open. Fucking hell, he moved fast. Pulling up her retinal interface, she replayed the last scene of him. In one fluid move, Jarak had turned on his heel and took one lunging step forward, his powerful thigh muscles bunching at the contracting movement before launching himself forward into the air and into the jungle.

 A rustle in the trees tore her attention from her replaying footage, and she brought her gun up and angled her chest away, making herself a slimmer target as possible. With a small thud, Jarak burst through the tree line and landed back onto the metal hangar, holding something in his hands. Dropping her gun, Justice scowled at the hunter until he got close, and she realized what he had done.

 Holding out both hands, he held the small red globes of fruit towards her. "Humans can eat these," he informed her, offering her the fruits.

 Letting her gun hang by its strap, Justice carefully took the handfuls of fruit from his waiting hands. This was odd. She wasn't sure how to react or think at this. There was an inexplicable urge to scowl and smile at the same time. Nodding her thanks, she followed the hunter as she cradled the fruit in her arms. As her eyes passed over the array of ships, her mind focused on the hunter's odd actions trying to analyze them. He saved her because of what she was, she knew that. He wanted to bring his find back to his leader, no doubt. But he also wanted her to be appeased, she thought, remembering the way she woke up to find him holding Larsa to feed at her breast. She could not understand him. Wouldn't making her angry be the best way to incite a fight? Or did this yautja have so much honor he wanted her at her best when he did fight her? That was it, she nodded to herself, following the hunter down an ornate metal staircase, he wanted a good fight. That was why he was feeding her and appeasing her by looking after Larsa, he wanted her back in fighting shape. Shaking her head, she grinned at the thought of his reaction whenever she eventually got around to telling him the truth.

 Looking over the curving stair's side, Justice stopped abruptly, letting the sight beyond her soak in. A few steps down, Jarak paused and turned back to her in silent question.

 Down the large hill, the hangar sat on top of a city of mythical proportions lay before her. Justice could hardly move, she couldn't believe she was seeing this. Growing up and training with her sisters, they had been taught everything the company knew about the yautja, which was limited, to say the least: reptilian-like carnivores, honor system, blooded versus unblooded, male versus female hunters, advanced technology, different factions, some space-born and bound and some planet dwellers. But this in front of her was nowhere in their limited teachings about the yautja. Like something from old earth Egyptian history files, a great black pyramid stood in the center of the cleared jungle floor. In front of the entrance, made from the same black metal, the long narrow pathway was lined in shimmering, dark reflecting pools that moonlight shimmered off of. Excited to see more, Justice carefully and quickly took the stairs down to the bottom, standing between two great statues of hunters, each wearing their masks and both holding spears.

 Reaching out, she touched the metal greaves of the statue. "This is amazing," she whispered.  

 Jarak stepped behind her with silent patience as she turned and stared out at the smaller pyramids in the distance.

 "How many of you live here?" she eventually asked, her voice sounding loud in the still night air. Certainly, all the rest of them weren't asleep right now?"

 "Many," Jarak stated, walking ahead of her.

 Justice stared at the back of his head. His spines swayed slightly against his broad back as he moved. He certainly wasn't verbose, she thought dryly. Getting information from the lumbering hunter was like pulling teeth.

 Looking around again, Justice tried to open her senses and broaden her retinal interface in an attempt to spot a cloaked hunter, but by gods of the galaxies, she was so fucking tired it was useless to even try. All she could do was follow Jarak as she stared in awe at her surroundings.

 Sounds of her footsteps echoed off the metal floor as she followed Jarak across the empty pyramid's grand gallery. In the center, just below the point, sat a square reflecting pool filled with dark, still water. At the four corners of the pool were more of the giant statues that had guarded the entrance of the palace, but instead of male statues, these were beautiful depictions of huntresses standing tall, their mandibles flared out, and their bladed gauntlets crossed over their breasts. If she wasn't so tired, she would stand and stare at the statues longer.

 Reluctantly, Justice pulled herself away from the statues and followed Jarak down empty corridors until they were passing one with numerous doors. This part of the pyramid reminded her of her dormitory building back on LV594, and for a moment, the unbidden memory of her black case came to mind. Pushing the painful thought away, she stopped as Jarak paused outside of a door and waved his gauntlet in front of the discreet data-pad on the wall to the right of the door. Witch a silent swish, the metal door parted, and Jarak walked inside.

 Why in the hell did she follow him here? Why did she allow him to take him to his planet? Looking into the shadowed room, he stepped into Justice, glanced down at the plum-like fruits in the crook of her arms, and down to Larsa's sleeping face squished up against her breasts. A few kind acts, and you'll just follow anyone anywhere, huh? You're doing it again, Justice, she mentally admonished herself. You're getting yourself wrapped up in a guy again when you have bigger shit to be worrying about. But then again, she looked up to see Jarak's eyes glow faintly in the darkness as he stepped back towards her in silent question, this wasn't technically a guy. At least with him, unlike with Luke, there was no question if he was a monster or not.

 Stepping forward, she followed him inside.

 by Katerina Winters

[we-love-the-murder-bois]

Male Yautja x smol but feisty male! S/o

(I loved this! It took a little bit of reworking, but I think I'm happy with this. Thanks for the ask!)

“As a human, would other Yautja be more willing to challenge my claim on you?” Y/n asked as he looked out the window in his mate’s hab. They had arrived hours before and y/n was nervous to meet his boyfriends people.

The Yautja were a large and clever species, they put the humans to shame technologically as well as instinctually. He was inferior to them, even if his mate was one of them. He would be treated as an equal legally, being recognized as the mate of a warrior, but he was still an outsider. To many, he was probably prey.

He was more worried about his mate, however. He had met and charmed his mate by chance, eventually being courted and taken as a mate by the alien. He loved his Yautja, but he knew his species was inferior, and that made his mind wander. There would by plenty of admirable Yautja around, what if his Yautja found a better mate in his own species?

No. Y/n wouldn’t let that happen. He may be short and weak to the Yautja’s standards, even to human standards, but he had a fighting spirit. It wasn’t like just any average human was mated to a warrior Yautja, and he would prove that he was a worthy mate.

His Yautja was exploring and rearranging his hab, trying to make it more suitable for his much smaller mate. Y/n would have been fine, but his Yautja liked everything to be perfect, so he let the alien do what he needed.

He heard clicking and growls from across the room. He was able to roughly translate on his own, but his mate had given y/n a translator so that it would be easier. From his ear, he heard the translation come through.

“They may, but our bond is recognized still. I will not allow any formal challenge, for either of us.”

Y/n turned around in surprise, leaning back against the glass. “Either of us? You think another Yautja would want me?” He was weak and tiny, but also had the mouth of a sailor and a real temper if you ticked him off. He wasn’t great mate material.

He heard his Yautja huff in disappointment, crossing the hab to kneel before his mate. It was a sign of submission, and it never failed to make y/n feel proud.

“Of course. I courted you for your wonderful humor and charm, but the people here see you as exotic and rare. They would want you, but not for the right reasons.” The translator monotoned over the soulful clicks and growls. Y/n smiled, dancing his fingers down the Yautja’s broad head and strong jaw.

They sat in silence for a bit, y/n listening to his Yautja purr as he planned. Eventually they had to leave the hab and face the world. Despite the worry of competition, y/n was excited to see his boyfriend’s world. (Was it boyfriend or husband? Y/n had no idea which was more appropriate, so he just fell back on human custom.)

The world was marvelous, but y/n spent a large amount of the time with his back straight and shoulders square, observing the observers. There were plenty of observers, peering through windows or stopping on the street to stare at the interspecies couple.

Y/n was always first to growl when they stared too long, an angry sound welling in his chest. With their great hearing, the offenders heard and usually quickly looked away. If they didn’t, His Yautja would start his own warning growl. That usually did the trick.

It was relatively smooth sailing until they retired to a restaurant-esque outlet filled with Yautja and a few other aliens. Immediately y/n felt their eyes, shoulders stiffening in discomfort. He didn’t growl yet, just huffed and let his boyfriend find a place to sit.

His mate was an admirable warrior, proudly boasting scars and wearing his warrior dressings. Y/n looked feeble compared to him, rocking a hoodie over an annoyingly sleek exosuit. He did have a plasma rifle slung across his back and he knew how to use it, but still, they were an odd pairing.

While his mate took care of getting them something to drink, one that preferably wouldn’t kill y/n, he noticed a younger Yautja paying a little too much attention to his mate.

Yautja wanting to mate or court other Yautja was a deeply cultural affair. Mating was more feral and rough, showing each other’s prowess and ability, while courting was a slower process based on the ability to provide and be a good mate for the long run.

Y/n had spent many nights pouring over Yautjan documents about their mating rituals and instincts, wanting to learn everything he could to be a good mate. He knew the subtle signs well, and immediately was angry when the young Yautja was displaying them. Y/n’s Yautja wasn’t responding at all, but Y/n still felt righteously possessive.

The full out snarled when the young Yautja followed his mate back to their area, still trying to get his attention. The snarl wasn’t quiet, and the smell of the humans anger was bitter, warning those nearby. The Yautja challenger didn’t seem to notice or care though, and that really pissed y/n off.

He stood, gliding over to the side of his Yautja, teeth bared in a sneer. He knew how to show the signs of aggression in Yautja body language, it wasn’t too far from most predators. Show your teeth, direct eye contact, make yourself look big, don’t look away.

The young warrior looked him over, mandibles waving. Y/n’s shoulders tensed as the challenger snarled, but it wasn’t from fear. He knew he smelled like rage, he wanted them to know he wasn’t frightened. He felt his Yautja’s firm hand rest against his back, letting him be in control and do what he needed to do.

Knowing that he couldn’t match in the physical department or be a match in a fight, y/n used the tool that he did have, his mate’s affection.

Making direct eye contact with the challenger, Y/n reached his hand up to his mate. In front of everybody he wrapped his slender fingers around his mate’s dreadlock, giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze.

It was such a possessive and intimate gesture, like blatantly groping someone in public, but it definitely did the trick. Those around immediately looked away in either embarrassment or acknowledgement.

“Mine. Back the fuck off.” Y/n snarled in his best Yautjan.

The fact that his mate, a great warrior, was allowing this tiny human to do such a thing spoke in volumes. Reluctantly, the young challenger backed down, still lightly growling at the small human’s victory.

Y/n slowly let go of the dread, leaning against his mate.

“Let’s get those to go.” His Yautja immediately agreed, making y/n smile. He knew exactly what grabbing a Yautja’s dreadlock did to them, so bonus.

Y/n walked proudly the whole way back to the Hab.