#predator AU

[featherwhiskered]

doodle for me and @sillylittleguy86's ....questionable saw au

[atlasbeanswrites]

Chapter 1

Alien encounter

We sat in the lobby of the interspecies communications office, waiting to be assigned to the Crew and ship we would be part of. Synth and I had taken the only two chairs in the small room while Ash sat by my feet, fiddling with the wiring on his translator watch. These watches were mandatory for us to be able to communicate not only with each other in our native languages but also to understand the yautja of our future crew.

Yautja spoke a language based mainly on clicks and rumbling sounds in their chests. While humans could learn to understand the language, they would never be able to speak it because they could not produce the right sounds. A small spark lit up from the old watch, causing Tracker to jump back, smacking his arm lightly.

"Dude!" Acting as if he had been burned by the tiny spark tracker rubbed his hand.

"THERE!!!! GOT IT!!!" Ash exclaimed loudly in German but through my translator, it came through as perfect English if not a bit synthetic sounding.

Synth nudged me gesturing for me to look down at the "all about Yautja" pamphlet She had been reading.

"it says that the women are the more dominant in their species and are like way more intimidating"

"Have you ever seen one?" I asked

"Not in person but I have seen a ton of pictures of them" Synth was playing with Tracker's hair when we saw a man in a military standard-issue uniform and a man in the typical researcher get up walk through the door and into the small room.

"Group..." There is a pause as the researcher looks down at his digital clipboard "6 you will be meeting your new crewmates in a matter of moments but I am here to set some rules and give some advice before you board the... " looking down at his clipboard again. " The Angler. "

We got to our feet waiting for the man to continue talking. There was a buzz of excitement between us. I rocked back and forth on my heels tucking my hands into my pockets.

"The Rules... As you know this is a diplomatic mission so there is a way you must conduct yourself. Because if you insult someone of importance you could cause all-out war and we can't afford that happening got it!!!"

there was a long pause as the military man scowled at us only getting a few quiet and confused "Got it." in return.

"three main rules.

1.If you are ever around a yautja pup DO NOT touch it or threaten it of even talk about threatening it!! They are extremely protective of them and will kill you on the spot if they even suspect you have a thought like that about their children."

"wild you even need to say that as a rule. Thats fucked up" I whisper to Ash earning a Nod in agreeance.

"2. There will be a room on the ship called a trophy room. DO NOT go into it! That is where they keep the skulls and bones of the beasts they have killed and it is extremely important to them.

3. DO NOT challenge a Yautja to a fight! Even if you are not a Quote 'Honorable kill' They will still KILL YOU!!! you will not win this fight."

We all stand there in silence as he finishes before the military man checks his watch

"Best not to keep them waiting... Let's Go!" he says in a harsh tone. Starting to lead us out of this small waiting room into the large ship hanger. As we approached a round ship with a large light hanging from the top front, you could tell where the ship got its name.

"The Angler:"

Getting closer we could see 3 large Yautja standing outside of the ship battle-ready. Some had their arms crossed others stood with one hand on their weapons and the largest of the group stood in the middle glaring down at us as we approached. He was clearly the captain. OUR new captain. They all looked to be male by their builds and the stories I had heard about the females made these guys look like any other soldier. We all stood there a moment taking each other in.

My eyes were locked on our new captain he was definitely the most colorful of the group. while all of them had skin that was soft browns and yellows but his was a striking green color. With yellow spots and stripes all over the skin, I could see. He spoke in a loud rumbling voice of clicks and chittering. Which was instantaneously translated to us.

"This is MY ship and MY crew. I am your Captain as of right now and you will follow my orders. Understood?" it wasn't even a question. it was a firm statement that we were going to understand one way or another. We bristled a bit at this statement all remembering our last boss.

"can't be worse than Jimmy... so why no" Tracker shrugged followed by a few laughs from myself and Ash.

"True," we said following the yautja who hadn't even addressed us or introduced themselves on the ship.

This will be fun!

authors note:

thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed this first Chapter I will hopefully upload more soon. And apologies in advance if it has any grammar or spelling mistakes. No betas we die like men!!!!

-Love Atlas <3

More Chapters are found here...

[pricegouge]

Thinking about the Predator movies which has me thinking about serial killer!141 but they hunt by a code similar to the Yautja

I do not need more fic ideas while I have this many wips but I just can’t help myself😭

-🫀

Sorry saw yautja and 141 in the same paragraph and blacked out when I realized soap would still have his mohawk

But yeah regular ppl serial killers cool too. I think they'd either go all Dexter, or Price would select servicemen targets based on how deadly they are, if they got away from him somehow, or if they got his tea wrong

[too-much-alphabet-soup]

Howl

Oh no, I'm writing a Zosan Soulmate AU fic. but the one part I have done is super dark.

Its a Predator-Soulmate AU.

Oh there is gonna probably be implied cannibalism, and improper use of first person in dreams.

We got love turns people into werewolves, I guess. There is definitely some metaphysical stuff where one partner wants to be hunted by the other; and there might be a lot of blood involved. Pretty sure it's going to go the path of mutual destruction.

Sanji's Dream Sequence WIP under the cut.

CW: implied cannibalism, Its in first person y'all

His sharp fingers curled in the thick red paste that was once a man and lifted morsels to his mouth, each fistful of flesh greedily swallowed as the moon rose full and pale above him. Blood filling from his lips and splashing onto his chest and knees and the dirt between them. He devoured, he devoured and with every snap of his teeth and languid motion of his tongue his eyes grew brighter in the darkness -- a predator unleashed.

He raised slowly to his feet, a lumbering slow movement of a beast sated. His face, hands, and bare chest coated with the blood that was my heart. I couldn't help but love him. To throw my barriers open and let this wolf in man's skin to taste the beating life that pulsed in my veins. I would never die if I was within him, nourishing him and giving him a second strength to add to his own.

My blood sang to him, the sweet song of prey, and I wanted to feed him. To watch him plunge his teeth into my easily torn flesh and to feel him consume me.

[oliviaeatworld]

I’m actually freaking out about this oh my god

++ Crosshair and Hunter for Predator 1987 AU (aka Jungle Moved) 

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

resident warrior cats...

[creative-clawmarks]

I love your vampire au more than I can describe with words, its so good and your art is wonderful

Do you think Tim or Brian know about his vampirism?

Tim is a werewolf, so even if he doesn't know what Alex is he can just sort of tell that something is up with him.

As for Brian, well...

He finds out eventually.

[zu-is-here]

Eat your feelings

[bigfatbreak]

I'd love to see shadynette's reaction to Felix/felinette (: hope you feel better soon!! <3

[aerknight]

@naffeclipse orcas beach themselves to hunt seals orca!eclipse beaches themself to hunt y/n :)

[atlasbeanswrites]

Chapter 2

On the ship

Their ships where so much more intracate then any human ship any of us had ever been on. instead of straight edges and defined doors the ship was shaped in an extremely organic way with round doors and hallways with man ridges along the walls and celings. something else of note was how much bigger everything in their ships where. like it made sense with them standing about 8 feet in hight on average but it was still such a jarring thing to see and be walking around in. I felt like a small child again barely able to reach the counters. One of their foot steps was twice as big as ours so as they walked we were practically jogging after them. The captain instructed us to follow him as the rest of the crew split off to do who knows what. He was giving us a tour of the ship concluding at the cockpit and navigation centre.

“You will be pulling your weight around here. This isn’t a free cruise!” His deep voice rumbled with intimidation. Raising an eye brow I crossed my arms looking up at him.

“We are all trained and ready to work. We have been on ships for almost 6 years now. We know what we are doing.” He glared down at me.

“What are you ‘qualified’ to do then?”Synth stepped up first.

“I am mechanic along with my partner” gesturing to Tracker who stepped up with her. The captain nodded his head a little. Clicking some buttons on his watch opening up a door to our left. A yautja walked through.

“This is ka’tauk you to will go with him. He is our mechanic and will be keeping an eye on you.” Tracker and Synth nodded and headed off with the sand-coloured yautja. The captain turned back to us. “And what about you to?”

Ash stepped forward “I am a medic I know human anatomy and a very small amount about yautja anatomy but I am hoping to learn more. Names Ash by the way” the captain gestured down the hall to the opposite way the others had left in.

“3 doors down on the right you will find the med bay Tis’raf will be in there. Go see if you can help out at all.” Once he had left it was just me and the captain. Looking down at me I couldn’t help but shift my weight nervously. While my friends were with me I was safe but now alone with this hulking man I couldn’t help but remember the horrible stories that had been told to me about this species. Taking a deep breath I give a small closed lip smile. Showing your teeth was a sign of aggression for many different species so we had gotten into the habit of not letting our teeth be seen unless among just humans and family.

Not able to stand the quiet any more I spoke up. “I am a pilot sir. I have flown my own ships in the past and been co pilot to many a great man. My call sign is sprout if you want to research my record.” He gave a small nod while thinking before finally spoke.

“You will be with me then! As captain, I am the pilot. You will be my co-pilot but by NO means does this make you second in command understood ?!” I quickly nod my head.

i gave him a quick nod. This satisfied him as I was dismissed to the living quarters we had been shown before. A large room with 8 smaller rooms branching off of them. The doors had been locked and could only be opened with a bio scan. It took a bit of trial and error but I did eventually find my room. Opening the door there was no bed or no bed in the human sense. There was a small pit in the floor filled with pillows and blankets like a nest. There was a desk in the corner of the room along with a dresser built into the wall panels that could be opened with a light touch. Along with other features that would be useful later. Our few belongings had been brought up the rooms. Unpacking i started to decorate and place some of my nicknacks on the desk. All moments from past adventures.

I loud thud came from my door. "SPROUT THIS IS YOUR ROOM RIGHT?!!!!" tracker yelled through the door.

"YAAAA" getting up I walked towards the door. The minute it opened Tracker, Synth, and Ash let themselves in closing the door behind them. We all ended up sitting on my bed eating the instant make meals that were accessible within one of the panels on the wall.

"Apparently they don't eat communally." Synth said reading off of a holo board. "it has something to do with it being a vulnerability but it says that they do it around family so who knows."

"I mean at least we get easy access to food and honestly it isn't half bad," I say taking a bite out of my synthesized sandwich.

As we continued to eat and hang out the soft rumbling of the ship started to get a bit loader.

"We are probably gonna take off soon" Ash noted

"Ya my guess is a PA system type thing or whatever high-tech thing they have on this ship will call us" Tracker pointed out

"true," I and then Synth said

"Probably" Unbanouce to us the Yautja had realized that they ship-wide broadcasting system was only able to be understood by them because it would translate to any of the human languages and as they tested it the Translator's watches wasn't picking up the sounds. This sent them in a search for the humans but when Ka'tauk and Tis'raf couldn't find their respective humans by knocking on their assigned bedroom doors it kind of sent the ship into a panic.

Where had their Humans gone??

Authors note:

Hi, ya'll. I hope you enjoyed that chapter. the next chapter is going to be in the captain's POV. Something that hasn't been clarified in the story YET is that Tracker, Sprout, Ash, and Synth are not their real names. these are just nicknames and call signs they got previously. Hope y'all are Enjoying this cause I am having fun writing it!!!!

-Love Atlas <3

more chapters found here...

[pricegouge]

I’m obsessed with the Soap Yautja you drew. I love his silly little mohawk!

I think Ghost Yautja would have a real skull as a mask but now I’m wondering of what??

I like the idea of him collecting the first skull of each species he kills tho

-🫀

(ps saw your post about being on q rn, no pressure to respond to anything 🫶 just sharing my thoughts and yelling into the void)

Thank you!

I'm torn between ghost having that flat skull mask like the feral predator in prey, or him wearing the skull of another yautja but I def think the latter. Price would have extra spikes by his mandibles to give him the same silhouette of his chops. Gaz would never be seen without his helmet, much like his hat

[poppy-metal]

nonconning fawn!art…….. getting him on his hands and knees, pulling his little fawn tail while you stroke his dick and ask why he’s hard if he says he doesn’t want it… why he looks like a scared little deer in the headlights… he shouldn’t have been in the woods alone looking so cute, little fawn should know better, doesn’t he use his stupid little brain?

WOOF WOOOF WOOOF fawn!arts pretty pink uncut cock <33333 he's so frightened but you think he likes the fear, why else would he tread is territory where you reside? why is his little cock hard and unsheathing from his fuzzy foreskin if he didn't want you to pounce on him?

hhhh his whole body trembling as you lean over his back - feel him twitch and dribble into your palm when your tits press against him. you hum - wondering "are the little fawn girls not to your likin', boy?" dragging your hand up and down his stiff length, using your fingers to circle his dripping tip, massage the crown making him cry out helplessly. "you wanted pussy from someone mean. hmmm?"

you feel his answering spurt of precum against your fingers, even as tears slip down his reddened cheeks and he shakes his head - "n - nooooo. no I'm sorry! let me go - p -please -" but he can't even make it sound convincing, poor thing.

makes you want to bully him even more. turning him on his back in the grass and trying not to mount him right then - shaking like a leaf under you with wide doe eyes his fingers twitching and curling in the blades of grass. if he was truly fearful to the point of wanting to flee - he'd used the antlers on his head to try and spear you - his only defense - but he hasn't tried once to buck up and hurt you. you grin, your teeth showing.

"let you go?" you drag the tip of your finger up his pink dick - tracing the prominent vein spiderwebbing up the side with your nail. all the way to his dark pink tip. he looks so juicy and creamy at there. leaking fluid steadily from his slit. your mouth fills with saliva. "but I'm so hungry."

arts eyes widen. he starts babbling pleas when you wrap a warm fist around his thick base and lower begin to lower your head - "no please don't! oh, don't! y - you can't - " again aside from his trembling and shaky words he makes no move to truly get away - his cock jerking madly in your hand, drooling like a faucet. you sink your lips around him and look up just in time to see his pretty blue eyes cross as you sheath him in your warm wet mouth. sinking steadily down to overwhelm him with the sensation.

"ahhhh - ! o - ohhhh - oh god - oh -" he turns his face into the grass, tears leaking from his lashes as you start to bob up and down. stimulating his stiff cock. his perfectly round pink balls twitch and draw tight - covered in soft white fur - you feel them brush softly against your chin and hum. lave your tongue up the underside of his rigidness, feeling every individual vien there. you pull back and cup his soft sweet sack, drool dripping from your grinning mouth, full of sharp teeth.

"these will do nicely." you tell him, reveling in his pleasured gasp when you squeeze him. "you're gonna empty these inside me, little fawn. deep inside my tight carnivorous cunt - m'gonna eat you right up -"

art begins to cry. you'd feel bad if his dick wasn't jumping and leaking in your hand at the mere mention of being inside your pussy.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

TW: Kidnapping and involuntary servitude. Dehumanization, both of Killer and Murder (who is dehumanized by both Nightmare and Killer, despite how Killer isn’t aware of/doesn’t much care how he comes off, even if that’s not the intention.)

Hunting, predator/unwilling prey dynamics that is encouraged. Pet/master as well.

Also past hints to previous hunts, starvation as punishment, abuse.

Was thinking about how canon Murder was said to never want to willingly join Nightmare and wouldn’t have any interest in other AUs or ATs outside of his own, and I was thinking about how there’s a canonical Something New timeline where Nightmare just straight up yoinked up Killer and took him into involuntary servitude.

And then I was thinking about these two facts with a Bad Sans Gang AU, and my first thought was “flight risk Murder” and predator/prey dynamics with Murder and Killer (they’re both prey and predator bc Murder is very good at setting traps) and owner/pet dynamics with Nightmare and Killer.

Like, NM is old and ancient and spent some time away from most mortals for quite awhile and Killer didn’t really fight back or attempt to escape him as he yoinked him up, so he assumes it’ll just be the same with Murder.

Only, nope. First mission out and the guy’s making an immediate run for it. Killer has to track him down and drag him back, which presented a surprisingly good challenge because this guy is fast and light on his feet and good at thinking quickly (like Killer). He set up so many various traps or made impromptu ones, he kept Killer on his toes.

This becomes a bit of a routine (no one uses that word around Stage 2 Killer, because then it becomes something to avoid).

Nightmare sends them out, Murder tries to run if he has the energy and Determination, Killer hunts him down with something bordering on amusement and glee.

He’s never hunted another version of himself down quite like this before, and unsurprisingly this leads to moments of squabbling and vicious fighting between Murder and Killer who gets closer and closer to Stage 3 with every hunt. He’s having fun, falling into habit, the thrill of the chase.

They always both come back bloody, beaten, injured, and exhausted, Killer either carrying Murder bridal style or by the scruff of his hoodie, but Killer is uncharacteristically pleased and almost happy to be hunting someone down. (“You fell back into form easy enough, huh. Just like old times, right, partner?”)

Murder is always beyond exhausted and pissed, something bordering on realizing how powerless he actually is when compared to Nightmare (worried he might not ever be able to stop his human because he’ll never get free), and Nightmare is just…endlessly amused.

It’s like watching the cat drag in a mouse to its owner, so he will of course give Killer his well deserved praise and treats. This new behavior is something he hadn’t observed in his weapon yet, and he is admittedly curious.

You’re allowed to rest more today, eat more today. Just make sure to take care of Murder, have him up and ready for the next time. (This is what you’re supposed to do with mortals you don’t want dying on you just yet, right? It seems so tedious..maybe just this one time, just to see what happens.)

Feeling Murder’s anger at Killer, his disgust and discomfort around him (Murder’s embarrassment and humiliation at being wrangled and treated like a pet, even though Killer always takes care of his injuries well just like he does for the cats he adores so much), is like a nice side dish for Nightmare. He can feel Murder’s slowly, ever slowly, dwindling hope; and he assumes it’ll eventually be just like Killer.

That Murder will accept his place, and then will make the best of it, and they’ll all move on from this. Or maybe they’ll keep going but now both his pets will enjoy playing out in the woods or something.

But, no. Murder’s escape attempts begin losing its previous zeal. He’s just doing it because it’s habit now, and not because he thinks he’ll actually get free this time. He causally wanders off, and he spots Killer leaning against a tree like, “so..you come here often?”

He immediately turns around and goes back.

Killer is getting bored and apathetic again, Nightmare can tell. The tingle of “something new” has worn off, Murder is no longer novel. He’s boring and lame now.

But Killer knows he isn’t broken yet. Murder isn’t like him, he can see the spark of defiance and life in those dim eyes. It’s so different from what Killer sees when he dares to catch a glimpse of the reflection in the blade of his knife.

If Murder isn’t broken yet, then he’s just biding time. And Killer can’t wait to see what he does next.

(Who knows. Maybe Killer even does things to attempt to keep Murder’s hope up. Because he wouldn’t be fun if he were just like Killer.) (He doesn’t want anyone becoming like him)

(..of course things would get difficult if Killer starts thinking that Murder could genuinely start escaping him. Hunting someone down brings back memories, feelings, consequences of failure..

Stage 3 will not let this prey get away because no prey means no food means more pain means upset-angry-stomach-body. Pain to stomach and pain to head and pain to bones and soul and disappointment means becoming prey.)

(..eventually, though, it all comes to a head. Maybe Killer finally triggered into Stage 3 and kills Murder in the fight, before it can bring in the prey for observation, proof of having done well.

And maybe this is how Nightmare becomes aware of Stage 3, and is..deeply intrigued about this new side of his weapon. Perhaps this explains why Killer had been behaving oddly, outside of the thrill of something new. Perhaps this wasn’t as new for his killer as Nightmare had thought it was.

The next one they get will be more willing, somehow, someway. “I will get you another friend to play with,” he reassures his killer.)

[lucyjung]

Yellow and Blue.

[hedwig221b]

Got tagged by wonderful people @patolemus, @demonicfaerie and @teencopandthesourwolf to share a wip, so here is a piece of my sterek twilight au (I'm going insane)

Stiles opened the door and was about to step out, when Derek called him.

“Stiles?”

He turned his head back, only to realize that Derek was very very close.

Stiles’ breath caught, his heart frozen in the sugar coating of trembling anticipation.

The sharp point of Derek’s nose touched his cheek, lighter than the wind. He inhaled deeply, taking the greedy lungfuls of Stiles’ scent into his body. Stiles fought the shiver at the thought of it seeping into Derek’s lungs, traveling with his blood, making Derek think of him, staying with him even when they were apart. It was a feral thought, new but so strong and lustful that it made his head spin from how pleasant it was.

Derek’s eyes fluttered open. His pupils were huge, with the thinnest thread of red wrapped gently around them.

“Sleep well.” His voice was a murmuring thunder.

Stiles swallowed against a dry throat, nodded, and got out of the car.

He walked in a daze to his house, his heart left in that damn Camaro. He stuttered through a weak explanation about his bruise to his Dad (he had to tell Lydia and Allison that he defended them from bad guys just so they knew), and stumbled upstairs.

The room was dark as he walked in. The soft light of the full moon lit the square on the carpet just below the window.

Stiles took a couple of minutes to glance over his makeshift board. With his lips set and his heart thundering in his ears, he tore it all away, leaving scraps of tape stuck to the wall. He then took a fresh sheet of paper, glued it to the wall, and wrote one word in bold black letters.

Werewolf

Stiles stared at it. The word glared back at him, standing out harshly against the white.

He capped the marker, tossed it onto the table, and took off his clothes. Thoughts swarmed his head the entire time, all at once, different and scary. The life and the death, the moon and the ocean, the secrets and their reveal. The thread of red wrapped lovingly around the black depths.

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wouldn't be the last time, far from it. He thought about Derek's softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

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