#predator fanfiction

[dyns33]

Honorable mistake

Hi @loo-looland ! After an eternity, here what I did with your ask ! I hope you will like it, I liked writing it even if it took so long. Sorry again for that !

There must have been some mistake.

Y/N had repeated it several times since waking up on what was obviously another planet, knowing full well it wouldn't do anything to improve her situation.

The other people thrown into the same place were obviously soldiers, assassins, men and women capable of fighting and defending themselves if necessary. She had none of those skills. She cried as she cut herself with paper.

Not mean, but not ready to die for a stranger, the group had allowed her to follow them, until they were attacked by shadows and separated.

Now alone, weaponless, lost in this jungle, Y/N tried not to cry as she searched for a way to survive as long as possible, looking for a way home.

She could tell that wasn't a good idea as she approached what looked like a village, filled with these creatures with humanoid bodies but monstrous faces. However, since it was stupid, they wouldn't look for her that close, she just had to be discreet.

Luck wasn't on her side at all, as she was spotted almost immediately, entering what she had thought was a simple cave, but which was actually a sort of underground temple, where several of these predators were, all turning at once to stare at her.

Reflexively, she raised her hands, holding back a sob.

"Wait ! Please, have mercy. I'm not armed, I'm not a threat."

"… Kar'dokh, karu a'in ?"

"Sorry, I don't understand. Please."

"Ooman," the only one wearing a mask said in a strange voice as he approached. "You, not a warrior. You, no business here. Why you here ?"

"I don't know… I was going home and woke up here. Please, don't hurt me."

From what she understood next, she was on Yautja Prime, homeworld of the Yautjas. The one who had spoken to her was named Kar'dokh, and he was the one charged with finding and bringing worthy opponents to the rite of passage for the young warriors.

As she had been saying all along, he had made a mistake in selecting her, and so the elders decided she was now his responsibility.

For a moment, Y/N thought he was going to kill her. He could have, very easily, with just one of his giant hands, but while it might have been a merciful death, it would not have been honorable. These beings killed for food and for honor. She was neither fair game nor a match for him.

So it was decided that she would stay with Kar'dokh until the next great hunt. He would then bring her back to Earth, exchanging her for real opponents. This would take several cycles, and Y/N had no idea what that meant. Weeks, months, years, it was impossible to tell.

What seemed more impossible was that she would start to like it here. At first, she would completely panic at the slightest noise or movement. With or without his mask, she could see that her reactions amused Kar'dokh slightly.

"Ooman jumps. Like Lek'be."

"I don't know what it is."

"Small animal. Weak. Afraid. You, not afraid. I protect."

If they found honor in hunting, the Yautjas also found it in everything they did. And since Y/N was his responsibility, Kar'hokh cared for her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

There were many times when he forgot that she didn't understand, that she wasn't as strong, as fast as him, or too tired to want to obey his orders, but he remained calm, waiting for her to stop shaking before resuming his activities.

Knowing she couldn't go far, between her fear of dying in the jungle and the fact that the entire village was watching her, Y/N often found herself alone. He had never forbidden her to leave the hut, but after several attempts at walking, she had decided she preferred to stay inside.

The Yautjas clearly weren't used to seeing an "ooman" up close, alive, and without going to kill them. They had studied the weaknesses, strengths, and weapons, but most of the Earthlings' characteristics were uninteresting. Yet, everyone was looking at her, and the younger ones even dared to approach, to ask questions or touch her hair.

"Tz'aqal ! Maak'a' li toch'ok !" Kar'hokh had growled when he saw them do it. "We a'an !"

"They didn't hurt me."

"Not important. Ooman, my responsibility. Mine. No touching."

"Great. You can stop calling me "ooman", please ? My name is Y/N, I'm not a dog."

"No dog, no. Dogs erocious. Y/N, little one. My Y/N."

While their species was familiar with humans, the reverse was absolutely not true, and it took Y/N some time to understand that Kar'dokh's protective and more or less gentle behavior with her wasn't normal.

With another individual, he would have acted more violently, more coldly. He would have made her sleep on the ground, forced her to hunt for her food, and he would have been delighted when the time to get rid of her finally approached.

Except that the day of his departure for the opponent selection was imminent, and the Yautja seemed anything but happy.

With a determination she didn't quite understand, he brought back plenty of prey that he proudly placed before her, waiting for a compliment. Purring with pleasure when she was impressed, he then skinned the creatures to take his trophy, but also to offer her one, and prepare the meal with what was left. Once finished, he would lift her up and bring her to his bed, so she could sleep on him.

And the night before the big day, he finally decided to be clear.

"My Y/N. Mate with me. Stay."

"… What ?"

"Me a worthy male. Prove it. Strong, providing and protecting. Strong seed, strong pups. Stay."

"But… Wait a second," Y/N stammered, shaking her head to make sure she wasn't dreaming what was happening. "You want me to stay with you ? And be lovers ?"

"Mate."

"Yeah, same thing. But me ? I'm human ! You could find a great warrior, you'd have beautiful little warriors with cute mandibles ! Is it even possible for a human to have a baby with a Yautja ? Not that I'd accept, I'm just asking."

"Advanced technology. Fix. Mate."

"But why me ?"

He didn't understand her hesitation. Of course Kar'dokh didn't. For them, there weren't things as complex as feelings, love, all that bullshit. They found a suitable mate, they courted them, and if they were accepted, they mated for life. Simple and effective.

There must have been something resembling love, or at least something equally illogical, for him to want to keep Y/N among all the possibilities available to him. Kar'dokh was a great warrior, respected, almost an elder. He was spoiled for choice in the village and all over the planet.

But he had wanted this little Ooman, captured by mistake. He had found her reactions amusing, he had found her body desirable, he had loved that she accepted his gifts. He would have a unique mate. If she would have him.

"Can I never leave ? Won't I return to Earth ?"

"Learn to hunt. Prove worth. Then right to hunt on other lands."

"Uh… I don't really feel like killing other humans for sport, thanks. I'll wait in the hut."

"You wait… So you'll stay ? Mine ?"

It was madness. One word, a simple "no," and even if he had been upset, she knew the honorable warrior would have taken her home as promised. But after all this time here with him, Y/N had probably lost her mind.

She nodded shyly, and when Kar'dokh didn't move, she thought he didn't understand what that meant. Then he took out his helmet and armor, before lifting her to carry her to the bed, but not to sleep this time, so he must have understood.

[feralfawnx]

I didn't think my being a slasher simp would lead me here, but here we are. So so good.

Predator Masterlist

Most works are NSFW and contain smut. 18+ only

art by Vitalii Smyk, Mert Genccinar

jungle poison

you inhale something that leaves you wanting.

caged

you and your mate are captured. he comforts you.

period

your yautja helps you deal with cramps

breeding

it's a yautja custom

bite

A good hurt

aftercare

he goes too rough

Injured

You’re hurt

possession

a female yautja stakes her claim on your mate

pups

they adore you

a gift

he saves you and you repay him

Predator Fic Recs

[naoutchi]

“Elin's headlamp illuminated the figure just as she realized it resembled a human but was much larger and taller. She had little time to absorb the sight before it lunged toward her. Adrenaline surged through her body—fight or flight? Fight. Elin fired another shot, hitting it somewhere in the midsection.”

Plus some sketches of unblooded Elin. She automatically was ranked to the bottom of the hierarchy when she joined the R’ka-Tjau’ke Clan.

[multific]

A Father’s Teachings, A Mother’s Love

Yautja x Reader (Toddler!Version)

Summary: When your half-Yautja son’s instincts lead him to act out, it is up to your mate to teach him the true meaning of strength and honour.

The shriek of frustration echoed through the walls of your home, followed by the sound of something heavy crashing on the ground.

You exhaled, pressing your fingers to your temple as the pounding in your head only grew worse.

Your son, your beloved but utterly disobedient little half-Yautja son, was once again throwing a tantrum.

You had tried everything, calm words, firm commands, even attempting to hold him still in your arms like you used to when he was smaller.

But now, at three years old, he was stronger, faster. His Yautja blood made him stubborn, his instincts urging him to challenge, to push, and to dominate.

And unfortunately, today, you were his chosen target.

“Gah-dee!” he growled in his broken mix of Yautja and English, knocking over a chair. “Weak! No listen!”

You took a slow breath, trying to keep yourself calm.

He had been testing you all day, grabbing at things he shouldn’t, growling when you corrected him, ignoring your words entirely.

But the last straw came when he yanked your arm too hard, his tiny claws scratching across your skin.

The sting was minor, but the intent behind it cut much deeper.

Your eyes darkened. “Enough.”

Your voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.

He bared his tiny fists, but when he saw the look in your eyes, hesitation flickered across his face. Even as young as he was, he knew he had pushed too far.

Before he could say another word, a shadow loomed over the both of you.

Your mate had been observing quietly, his sharp golden eyes taking in every act of disobedience, every defiant glare your son had given you.

He had waited, as Yautja fathers did, to see how you would handle the challenge.

But now, as his son crossed a line, he stepped in.

Your child's defiance momentarily stopped at his father’s presence. “You dare wound your mother?” The deep voice sent a shiver down your spine.

Your son huffed, attempting to puff out his chest, but your mate only tilted his head, calm but dangerous energy radiated off of him. Like a predator watching its prey.

“Mother is weak,” your son muttered, though his voice lacked its earlier confidence. “No fight. No strength.”

A deep, rumbling growl filled the air.

Your mate knelt before him, gripping the back of his tiny neck in a firm but controlled gesture, an unmistakable sign of dominance in Yautja culture. Not meant to harm, but to force submission.

Your son froze, his tiny claws twitching as he looked up at the father he so desperately wanted to impress.

“Strength is not in claw or fang alone,” your mate said, his voice slow and deep. “It is in restraint. It is in wisdom. It is in honour.”

Your son blinked, confusion evident in his eyes.

“She gave you life,” your mate continued, tilting his head toward you. “She has nurtured you, taught you, protected you. And you dishonour her?”

Your son shifted uncomfortably, his small mandibles twitching.

He was still too young to fully understand, but he knew his father’s disappointment was something he did not wish to bear.

Your mate released him, watching as he hesitated before turning to you. His large eyes, so much like his father’s, were filled with uncertainty and regret.

“I… I sorry.” His voice was small now, a stark contrast to the loud defiance of moments ago.

His little hands twitched as if wanting to reach for you but not knowing if you would allow it.

Your anger had not fully vanished, but as you looked down at your son, you saw past the misbehaviour of the child who simply wanted to find his place between two completely different worlds.

You knelt down and held your arms open.

He hesitated only for a moment before running into your embrace, his small body trembling as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered into his hair. “But you must never hurt me again.”

He sniffled, his small arms tightening around you. “I be good. I promise.”

Your mate’s approving growl was low but unmistakable.

He reached out, resting a large hand on both of you, solidifying the bond between the three of you. You looked at him, silently thanking him.

Parenting a half-Yautja child was never going to be easy, but as your son curled closer into your arms, you knew one thing for certain.

Love, honour, and strength would guide you.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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[killershrike]

imagining han-e'sain listening to the yautja version of rosetta stone while making so-yin's courting gift.

"And when a ooman asks "what is up?" they do not actually mean to ask if there is something above them."

"Then why would they ask?" Han-e’sain grumbles in confusion.

"It seems to be some sort of strange ooman greeting."

Ghost sighs with a humorous click of his mandibles. "Oomans. So funny."

[crowchronicles]

When the hunter becomes the hunted? Fanfictions are wild and I love it.

[venusandthestars]

Cherries

The jungle is freezing, especially at night with this rain. You're lucky to be inside the hut, a warm fire on your back, your mate A'Resmoth, under you, the taste of cherries on your tongue.

He had told you he was going on a hunt, only to surprise you with one of your favorite treats: cherries. You had told him about it a few days in a passing thought. He decided right then and there his love was going to get her cherries.

Now here you two were enjoying your night. The rain sends in a cool breeze, now and again. The fire in the middle of the hut sends out a glow, two shadows on the wall.

Your nest, built from branches and leaves, is decorated with multiple furs, different creatures from different planets, all hunted and skinned by A'Resmoth. "You'll have the softest I can find." His mission to keep you happy, comfortable, and fed was his life.

If you're happy, he's happy.

Now look at you two, bellies full, naked, completely relaxed. He loves to take you like this. You, on top of him, his back against the nest, arms spread out at the top.

You've just finished a round of love making, his cum still inside of you as he hasn't pulled out. "Not yet," was all he said when tried to slip off of him. You don't mind when he gets like this. Needy, wanting all your attention. It gives him a break from being your valiant guardian. You start to caress his locs his eyes never leaving you.

"Do you like this?" A tease you are, knowing the answer already. A deep purr from his chest. You chuckle wanting to play with him a bit more. You ghost your fingers across his face to his mandibles.

"Fruit," He mumbles. You lean to the right, plucking a cherry out of the basket bringing it to your lips. The tip of your tongue comes out, licking around the drupe. A'Resmoth watches his pupils dilated at the erotic sight.

Once you're satisfied the fruit is covered with you, you place it into his waiting warm mouth. With his quick reflexes, his left hand grabs your right hand and nips the tips of your fingers. The sweet little moans you left out spurs him on. He tilts his head back dropping your hand, he closes his eyes.

"Please, my mate, use me." A deep voice begs.

How could you say no to that?

You lean back on your hands lift your hips and start to treat yourself. Up and down, you bounce. You moan out, sweet sounds to him, wanting to listen to you forever.

"My love, look at me, please look at me, watch me." A delicious voice begs.

How can he say no to that?

He brings his head down, eyes fixated on the way your pussy engulfs his dick, your first orgasms coating it, a creamy white mix. His grunts lines up with your moans, your souls in sync.

He picks up a cherry, slipping the plump part into your mouth. Once you bite it off the stem, he flicks it away and sticks a finger into your mouth.

"Suck." You do as he says. Sucking and moaning around the digit, you start to swirl your hips clockwise and counterclockwise on him. A'Resmoth grunts feeling his orgasm sneaking up on him. With one hand on your hip, and one hand braced on your back, he gives no warning when he starts to thrust into you.

Your quiet moans turn loud, his big fat dick making you feel so full, so good. You'd live on it if he'd let you.

You're so light to him, he's bouncing you on his lap trying to stall his orgasm wanting to feel you cum on him again. He sneaks the hand from your hip to your neck giving it a squeeze of course minding his strength.

Staring into his eyes you cry out "I wanna come, A'Resmoth, please."

Thats all it takes to set him off, his cum spilling into you.

"Let go my mate, I want to feel you." He grunts out.

The two of you, cumming together. Pure ecstasy.

It takes a few moments to come down from the high. You're out of breath, you smile at him while he looks at you fondly.

You pop another one in your mouth. "Thank you for the cherries my love."

A/N- Pls tell me if the ending was bad it's my first time writing for this universe. I hope you've enjoyed it!

[blackmonitor]

Boundless I.

Lance and Ah'kaedh from the fanfiction named Boundless by @animaignea

A true slow burn and wonderful fic! Mind the tags 🤭

Purr.

[ayautjaslover]

The sheer attraction I have to yautjas is becoming a slight issue.

[prey-4-me]

Strange Preferences on AO3

Prey Predator x fem!reader, slow burn to smut, developing relationship 

Plot is loosely inspired by Prey, but diverges where this fic starts. The plot matches the movie until the protagonist gets stuck in the Frenchmen’s trap. Instead of letting them take her, our Predator has a different plan…

[shaymin-99]

Im fucking dying to see this TITAN in the upcoming show. This absolute beast needs to be a Queen

[naoutchi]

❅blood and Snow❆

Summary: Elin Piltto; a reindeer keeper, lives in North Sweden. But her world turns upside down when a predator trespasses her territory.

P.s, the backstory of my Human OC.

P.S I KNOW I SPELLED BLOOD WRONG I AM TOO LAZY TO FIX IT

"The wolverine is born knowing it is a predator. Reindeer understand they are prey. Humans are one of the few animals on Earth capable of choice."

In the vacuum of space, an unknown ship glided toward the blue-green planet. Its three-man crew stood at the panoramic window of the cockpit, observing their hunting ground. One of them, the pilot, steered toward Earth's northern latitudes, specifically the Scandinavian Peninsula, just above the Arctic Circle.

❅ ❆

A strange thundering sound caused Elin Piltto to look up at the clear blue sky. Her little Lappish herding dog, Nina, followed suit, barking wildly.

"Nina!"

Elin shouted at her dog, noticing a few gray clouds slowly drifting across the morning sky, while a distant wall of clouds signaled an approaching storm. However, it was far too cold at this time of year for there to be thunder.

"Maybe it was just a snow slide somewhere,"

Elin thought as she donned her helmet, mounted her snowmobile, and started it. The comforting scent of petrol filled her nostrils. She glanced back at her reindeer, which had galloped away. They had weathered storms before, and she planned to check on them at lunchtime. For now, though, she wanted to head home and have breakfast.

Elin turned the snowmobile around and sped off down the trail. Nina joyfully ran behind as they navigated the snowy landscape. The snow sparkled like a thousand stars, and the snowmobile's engine echoed across the vast, white expanse.

She drove out over the frozen lake in front of her cabin. "Cabin" was perhaps an exaggeration; it was more of a dilapidated shack built by her grandfather. No wonder it looked so shabby—his blood alcohol level had never been 0.0‰.

Elin slowed her vehicle beside the cabin and hopped off, her boot-clad feet sinking into the snow. She muttered a few curses while trudging into the warmth of the small building.

Nina was right on her heels, quickly following her inside.

Elin kicked off her boots and removed her helmet. Her tangled blonde hair resembled a bird's nest. But she brushed it off, walking into the kitchen while shedding her outer layers. She poured herself a lukewarm cup of coffee and wedged a lump of loose tobacco under her lip—breakfast was served.

Elin didn’t even want to check her pantry for food; she knew she would only find instant noodles, frozen pizzas, and Gorbys. The only decent items in there were her tins of tobacco and shelves filled with Norrlands Guld and Red Bull.

But those would have to wait until later tonight. She peeked at the clock—08:48.

It felt wonderful to not have to adhere to a work schedule. Elin was content as a reindeer herder—she had no other choice. As far as she knew, she was her father's only child, and he was dead now, leaving her responsible for the animals and the land.

At least she had Nina to help her, the best herding dog she'd ever seen and also a pretty good hunting companion.

Now, the medium-sized black-and-brown female dog perched at Elin's side, gazing up at her owner with the saddest brown eyes, whining for treats. Elin sighed and pulled a handful of dog snacks from a bag on the counter, tossing them across the wooden floor.

Nina scampered around eagerly, devouring the treats, while Elin made her way to the living area—which was little more than a worn-out couch in the kitchen corner. At least she had a cheap but functional second-hand flat-screen TV. Plus, she had Netflix—perfect for hunkering down during a snowstorm. However, the satellite dish was bound to get blown away, so she made a point to download a few movies and find some mindless series to binge.

Only halfway through an episode, she dozed off on the ugly leather couch.

❅ ❆

On the other side of the mountain, the ship had landed between two peaks, hidden among treacherous rocky terrain. The predators emerged from their den and began their hunt through the frozen mountain landscape and valley. Their advanced technology rendered them like frost-covered phantoms gliding across the snow. At this point, the sky had turned overcast, and the temperature dropped further with each passing hour.

But these extraterrestrial hunters were well-prepared; their armor was insulated and fur-clad, combined with temperature-regulating body suits. The instant a snowflake touched their skin, it melted away.

They had been following a blood trail for some time, setting traps along their path. They planned on staying for a few weeks, so it was wise to lay the groundwork early.

The youngest and most eager of the three predators led the way, excited to prove his skills to his brothers. Although they were slower, they growled at him when he wandered too far ahead. But he pressed on, eagerly following the animal trail that wound down a birch-covered mountainside.

Fascinated by the unfamiliar surroundings, the young hunter didn’t realize that the blood trail had ended until his foot became warm and wet. Looking down, he discovered he had stepped in a reindeer carcass.

A low growl from a nearby tree made the hunter look up just as a small furry creature leaped down toward him. In a reflex, he swatted the wild animal away, sending its small brown body tumbling into the bloody snow. For a brief moment, it lay still.

The young predator curiously approached the small animal, intrigued by how something so tiny could kill and drag off something so large.

As he gently prodded its soft body with his foot, it suddenly sprang to life, crawling up the invisible hunter's leg. Before he could react, the creature—a wolverine—had found an exposed area on his waist and sunk its powerful jaws into his side. The hunter grabbed the small animal, easily tearing it away. This time, however, he hurled it to the ground with such force that a sickening crunch of breaking bones echoed, followed by a loud whine as he slammed his heavy foot down upon the wolverine's small head.

This time, it did not move, and the young hunter exhaled in relief. But a sharp pain surged through his body from where the wolverine had bitten him. It burned terribly and began to itch. How embarrassing—what would his older brothers say?

Angrily, the hunter kicked the bloody little wolverine's body before turning to rejoin his hunting companions.

❅ ❆

Elin was jolted awake by Nina's sharp barking.

"Damn it, dog..."

Elin groaned, lazily withdrawing the tobacco from under her lip and wiping it into her coffee cup. She heaved herself off the couch and yawned. Who needed an alarm clock when you had a dog that barked when it was time to go out?

Elin grabbed the cold coffee mug and gulped the last of the bitter liquid.

She glanced at her phone—10:23. Elin peered out the window and saw that heavy snow had begun falling. Quickly and clumsily, Elin dashed around, putting on her outer layers while Nina whimpered and barked.

"Alright, that's enough, girl."

Elin opened the front door. Nina shot out like a bullet, running around as Elin retrieved a brush. She began to clear the snow off the snowmobile. Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she answered, puzzled. It was her neighbor, Janne, who lived across the lake. He likely needed help lifting something or the like.

"Hey, Elin."

Right away, Elin could hear something was off in his voice.

"Hey, Janne, has something happened?"

Elin asked anxiously. Janne was silent for a moment.

"Yeah... I was out looking for a wolverine that attacked my reindeer. Then I found a reindeer carcass. It was one of yours."

Janne explained tensely. Elin sensed there was more he wanted to say, but she felt overwhelmed.

"But damn it, I'm coming over so you can show me."

Elin said, not giving him a chance to respond before hanging up. She revved up the snowmobile, grabbed her helmet and hunting rifle, and shoved a packet of ammunition into her pocket. This wolverine was going to taste gunpowder. Elin dashed outside to her snowmobile and accelerated off, with Nina sprinting a few meters behind. It didn't take her long to reach Janne’s cabin, and she jumped off the vehicle. Elin hurried toward his door and knocked.

A startled Janne opened the door, peering out. He was an old, overweight, bald man—stingy but friendly.

"Good God, what’s wrong?"

Elin asked, puzzled, and Janne suddenly pulled her inside the cabin. Before Elin could protest, he began to speak rapidly and incoherently. Elin grasped his shoulders, shaking the anxious man.

"Calm down!"

Elin said, releasing the older man. Janne clenched his jaw and rubbed his bald head.

"Elin, you can't go out there again! The devil is on the mountain!"

Janne said frantically, and Elin looked at him, confused.

"All my reindeer—they're dead or have run far up into the mountains."

Janne groaned, and Elin could see in his eyes that he wasn't lying. But she didn’t want to believe it; the old man must have been drinking. Wait, what about her reindeer? Elin jolted and, without a word, turned on her heel and dashed back toward her snowmobile. She heard Janne calling after her, but she couldn’t care less. Barely managing to mount her snowmobile, she gunned the engine.

Even though she drove much faster than legally allowed, it felt agonizingly slow. She didn’t slow down as she approached the hill where she usually parked, resulting in her needing to slam on the brakes as she reached the top.

The sight before her made Elin freeze. Her stomach twisted, and a lump formed in her throat as she took in the entire scene. The field was coated in white snow, now stained red with the blood of her reindeer, scattered like grotesque artworks across the landscape.

Nina caught up to her, panting heavily after the run. Elin shakily dismounted from the snowmobile, almost falling off it. She rushed down the hill, tumbled through the snow, and Nina barked desperately, following her as Elin ran towards the bloody field.

The closer she got, the stronger the smell of death became. Elin's heart raced, and her stomach twisted tighter. So tightly that the contents began to rise. Elin ripped off her helmet and vomited. The sour taste of coffee and stomach acid flooded her mouth, and she gagged. Tears filled her eyes as she wiped them away with her sleeve.

Elin's whole body shook, and she felt another wave of nausea but swallowed it back.

Gasping, she trudged through the bloodied snow. It felt surreal, the world spinning as she passed the carcasses of her animals—the ones that had sustained her, the ones she had cared for her entire life—now dead. Everything was so macabre, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she noticed that some of the reindeer were still half-alive.

Elin couldn't bear to watch them suffer. She pulled the rifle from her back. In shock, she approached the guilt-ridden animals and shot them so they wouldn't endure any more pain.

The shots echoed through the desolate mountain, and after the last shot rang out, Elin stood gazing at the lifeless reindeer before her. She was splattered with blood. Breathing slowly, she wiped away the remnants of tears and snot once more.

Nina had been sniffing around throughout the entire ordeal and now returned to Elin's side.

The dog nudged Elin's bloodied hand gently, prompting her to sob and cradle her loyal friend’s head. An emptiness began to envelop the multitude of emotions Elin felt.

"What should I do now, Nina?"

Elin cried, squatting down to embrace her furry friend. It was as if Nina understood, for the dog whined sympathetically. The falling snowflakes seemed to try to conceal this nightmarish scene. Elin felt the sharp wind biting at her back and took a trembling breath. She couldn’t sit here and cry like a child.

So she stood up, hefted the rifle onto her back, and began striding briskly toward the snowmobile. As she walked, her mind raced with thoughts of what to do next. Someone—or something—must have caused all this destruction. But Elin had no enemies, and no wolverine could inflict this much devastation.

On her way, she grabbed her helmet, and when she reached the snowmobile, she turned to take one last look at the crimson field.

One thought dominated her mind: whoever had done this would pay. She put on the helmet and mounted the snowmobile, fueled by a growing anger as she sped toward her cabin.

Meanwhile, Elin contemplated what she would need for the hunt ahead.

❅ ❆

After the young hunter had been bitten, he began to act strangely. Upon reuniting with his brothers, he exhibited alarming symptoms. Yet, this was his first real hunt, and he insisted they continue. His brothers were worried, thinking their little brother was just stressed.

But the more time passed, the weirder his behavior became. He grew disoriented and aggressive. When they tried to persuade him to return to the ship, the young hunter had shouted at them before running off.

They let him be and continued to set traps and explore.

However, upon discovering a group of slaughtered reindeer, they became alarmed. Hearing the sounds of gunfire escalated their concerns, and they began searching for him.

When they reached the site, they stood in shock, gazing at the mass slaughter. They realized this was their brother’s doing. There was no honor in such killing; these animals were harmless and offered no resistance beyond fleeing.

Now it was serious. They had to find their little brother before he caused more chaos.

Furthermore, the weather had not improved.

❅ ❆

Elin burst through the cabin door and rushed inside. She quickly gathered everything she needed for hunting in a snowstorm. She had the right clothes but added a balaclava and ushanka, donning snowshoes and grabbing trekking poles. She packed her hunting bag, which already contained a first-aid kit, knife, dog treats, emergency blanket, GPS, binoculars, water bottle, headlamp, and additional ammunition.

Stepping outside again, the snowstorm had intensified, set to worsen. But Elin didn’t care. She was driven by a desire to kill. She quickly glanced at Nina, considering leaving the dog behind, but Nina met her gaze with determination. The dog was ready, too.

"Let’s go, girl," Elin said firmly as they ventured into the wilderness. The wind howled, and heavy snowflakes fell thickly, reducing visibility. Elin could barely make out the silhouettes of mountains rising in the distance as she crossed the frozen lake.

Taking the snowmobile would have been a bad idea, as its noise would alert anyone within a ten-kilometer radius of her approach. She glided over the snow easily thanks to her snowshoes, but even beneath the balaclava, the cold bit her face.

Nina trotted bravely alongside her, facing the wind.

Elin aimed for the slaughter site, searching for clues of the perpetrator. She had grown up in these woods and knew every tree and stump. While she had seen tracks from bears, wolves, wolverines, and lynxes, she knew none of them could have killed so many reindeer in such a short time. Whatever it was, it had to be human, or as Janne said… the devil itself.

A shiver crawled up her spine.

She was halfway across the lake when Nina halted. The dog's body tensed, and her pointed ears perked up like antennas. Elin paused and listened, but all she could hear was the wind howling.

Nina turned toward the treeline at the lake's edge and started to walk, then sprinted towards the shore. Elin trusted her dog and followed.

Nina led them deeper into the frozen birch forest, and Elin patiently waited as the dog stopped to sniff. Then Nina hesitated again and buried her nose into the snow. Elin stepped forward to see what the dog was focused on. What she discovered was a patch of green snow. She bent down and picked it up; it was sticky, resembling blood, and bore a sweet aroma.

"What the hell…"

Elin murmured, but she continued to follow her relentless hunting companion. Darkness had already begun to creep in, and shadows moved closer. Elin knew the forest was quiet due to the storm, but her unease only intensified. She fished out her headlamp and secured it to her head. The light barely pierced through the snowy haze, but her primary focus was to keep track of Nina.

Their search continued for a quarter of an hour, though it felt like an eternity due to the cold and darkness. Yet, Elin was prepared to search for days to find the monster.

Once again, Nina hesitated. This time it felt different. The dog looked up at a cliffside, and Elin noticed the hair on Nina's back standing on end as she leaned forward. The dog’s ears were erect, and her tail was rigid. Elin stood still at the edge of the woods, cautiously drawing her rifle from her back as Nina began to growl deeply.

Elin disengaged the safety and slowly scanned the cliffside. The poor visibility made it difficult to see, so she squinted her blue eyes. She detected a strange shape contrasting against the rocky mountain and snow—it bulged slightly and shimmered.

Just then, the shimmer broke, and a figure emerged, causing Nina to bark frantically. Elin and her dog were in sync; Elin squeezed off a shot, and Nina rushed toward the creature. The bullet struck its arm, spraying a green liquid, and the being let out a roar. Nina was halfway there when it suddenly jumped from the cliff, landing between Elin and her dog.

Elin's headlamp illuminated the figure just as she realized it resembled a human but was much larger and taller. She had little time to absorb the sight before it lunged toward her. Adrenaline surged through her body—fight or flight? Fight. Elin fired another shot, hitting it somewhere in the midsection. It slowed, giving Elin time to draw her knife and kick off her cumbersome snowshoes.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, letting out a primal scream, which startled the creature into stopping—seemingly astonished.

"I will fucking kill you!"

Elin yelled, and the creature began to circle her slowly. She mirrored its movements, growls and unsettling clicks emanating from the monster while Elin breathed heavily like a cornered animal.

In a dance of sorts, the creature attacked, but Elin jumped to the side, discovering a sharp pain spreading from a cut it inflicted on her side with some kind of blade.

Thinking quickly, she charged forward and leapt onto its back.

It thrashed beneath her while Elin wildly slashed with her knife, not fully aware of where she struck. She felt a thrill upon realizing she was injuring it, seeing green blood spray from her strikes.

Suddenly, the creature threw itself to the ground, pinning Elin between its weight and the snow. Something inside her snapped, and the air was forced from her lungs. Elin screamed, though only a strangled sound emerged. She gasped for breath as the monster lifted itself, realizing it had merely repositioned.

They locked eyes, and her headlamp illuminated a long, metallic face like a mask surrounded by tangled black curls. Elin shuddered as she heard it emit a malicious laugh while reaching for her face with claw-like hands. She had lost her knife and had no chance to shoot.

Elin was sure she would die when Nina suddenly leapt onto the creature, furiously biting and tugging at its curls. The beast bent down, attempting to shake off her companion.

Elin scrambled backward, grabbing her rifle. She quickly fired a shot that struck the creature directly in the face. It fell, but Elin didn’t want to wait to confirm if it was dead.

"Nina, come!"

She shouted, urging her dog to return as she dashed back the way they’d come. She heard Nina panting behind her as she ran through the forest, finally reaching the lake. Thanks to adrenaline, she had the strength to sprint back to her cabin. She fought against the fierce wind and snow that stung her eyes. But Elin didn’t care and burst into the cabin with Nina.

She locked the door behind her and leaned against it as she slid down to the floor. She removed her hat and balaclava, breathing heavily as pain coursed through her body—reminding her of the deep wound in her side and the fractured ribs.

"Damn it!"

Elin groaned as Nina pressed against her. She hugged her dog tightly, lifting her into her arms and burying her face in the dog’s furry neck. Elin sobbed quietly as Nina licked away her tears. Elin managed a weak smile, ruffling the fur of her beloved companion.

"We made it..."

She murmured to Nina, cupping the dog’s face to shower her with kisses. She glanced at the clock: 12:30. So much had happened since she had awoken on the couch, and now she sat in disbelief. The pain from her injuries reminded her she couldn't remain here, immobilized.

With a groan, she pushed herself up, wincing at the pain. Nina followed her anxiously as Elin moved to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed a Red Bull and tucked some tobacco under her lip. Stripping off her clothes down to her underwear, she headed to the bathroom with a Red Bull and the first-aid kit.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Elin noticed she was relatively strong, with defined muscles. Examining the wound on her side, she observed two deep lacerations on her right side. Gently, she began cleaning the wound with saline, wincing as it stung. Next, she bandaged it as well as she could. For the broken ribs, there wasn’t much she could do except wrap an ice pack around them and take some ibuprofen.

When she finished, she downed the Red Bull and fed Nina. It felt surreal to engage in such normal activities after experiencing horrors. Elin laid down in her bed and stared up at the wooden ceiling. What had just happened? She didn’t want to dwell on whether she had killed the creature or not—she had shot it in the head! It had to be dead, right?

The sound of a snowmobile made Elin sit up. It must be Janne. She managed to pull on her jacket just as she heard knocking on the door. Elin unlocked it and cautiously looked outside. A cold breeze hit her face, causing her to shiver.

There stood hefty Janne, embarrassment flooding his face as he took in Elin's attire—just a jacket and underwear. Elin let out a short laugh.

"Hello,"

she said with a sigh as Janne opened his mouth only to be abruptly lifted off the ground by something on the roof. Elin stumbled backward in shock, hearing Janne’s short scream followed by a grotesque, wet thud that silenced his voice. She flinched as his now headless body thudded back to the ground.

Elin gasped, trying to regain her composure as she aimed to shut the door. Just before she could reach the handle, that creature leaped from the roof, landing in front of her.

She heard Nina barking and howling. Elin screamed, quickly retreating into the cabin's kitchen. Panic surged within her as she searched for a weapon. The first thing she grabbed was a knife from the kitchen counter.

She seized it just as the creature bent down, trying to enter the cabin. Its height forced it to crouch to avoid hitting the ceiling. Its massive body filled the hallway. For the first time, Elin got a clear look at the creature’s face.

It was horrific—sunken eyes in an elongated skull, a mouth like that of a spider, with frothy bubbles rising from its throat. Its jaws clicked oddly as it vibrated in her direction. Nina launched herself at the monster.

"NINA, NO!"

Elin screamed, witnessing her brave dog jump at the creature and bite into its arm. The beast hissed, seizing the dog and flinging her out through the kitchen window. The creature let out a hoarse roar and rushed toward Elin. She screamed back. With nothing left to lose, she charged at it with a knife raised. The monster grabbed her arm and slammed her down with its other hand.

Elin’s head spun, and she saw it bending down to look at her. Acting quickly, she kicked the monster in its head.

It bought her a second to sit up and swiftly crawl between its legs. She came up behind it, gripping her rifle.

She managed to turn around just as the creature pivoted to crush her with its foot.

Elin barely rolled away before its massive foot slammed down beside her. But she couldn’t react quickly enough to dodge the creature’s kick. Elin was hurled out through the door and landed hard in the snow. The biting cold stung against her bare legs, causing her to gasp. Blood filled her mouth, and Elin coughed as she struggled to sit up.

The monster moved toward her, and she could see its intent to kill.

She fumbled for her weapon, desperate to shoot, but her hands felt frozen.

Then, in her peripheral vision, Elin spotted Nina limping around the corner. The dog reacted instantly, charging once more at the monster.

This gave Elin the moment she needed to aim, and she fired a shot that struck the creature squarely in the chest. It released the dog, falling backward. Elin watched in horror as it thrashed, emitting wet, choking noises.

She stared in disbelief as Nina struggled onward toward her.

Elin rushed to grab her friend and held her tightly. It was then she felt Nina’s warm blood soaking into her clothes. Elin looked down, feeling a knot in her stomach. The creature had stabbed Nina multiple times. Tears filled her eyes as she realized Nina’s breaths were becoming labored. The dog looked up at her with love.

"No... Nina..."

Elin sobbed, opening her jacket to hold her beloved companion close. She felt the warmth of Nina’s blood trickling down her torso. Elin sat there for several minutes, ignoring the biting cold. She gently rocked back and forth as she cried. Everything hurt—she was sad, angry, and confused. A delicate layer of snowflakes fell as Elin heard footsteps crunching in the snow.

Slowly, she turned and saw two tall silhouettes emerging from the snowy mist. They resembled the creature she had just slain. She sobbed, not caring whether they had come to kill her. She had no one left to live for. The reindeer were dead; Nina was dying. All that remained was this ugly cabin.

Elin wasn’t afraid as they approached her, and she rose cautiously, still holding Nina.

The two creatures paused briefly. Elin glared at them coldly.

They drew nearer, and she could see they were even larger than the one she had just killed. But Elin no longer had the strength to fight. They could kill her if they wanted, but they didn’t act violently and simply walked past her. Elin observed as the two beings examined their fallen comrade.

They studied the body for a while, focusing on its wrist.

Elin felt helpless, merely watching.

After a moment, they straightened up, and she heard a beeping noise emanating from the dead monster's wrist gauntlet. The duo beckoned for her to follow.

They began to run, and Elin followed. They sprinted away from the cabin and the lake, down a slope, and towards a cluster of large boulders. Elin’s feet felt like ice cubes, and she winced as the pain in her injuries grew sharper with each step. Furthermore, she struggled to carry Nina’s lifeless body while running. Elin barely managed to hide behind the stone blocks just as the sound of an ear-splitting explosion echoed across the mountains and the ground trembled. Elin fell against the stone as she covered her ears.

She screamed but could not overpower the blast. A cloud of snow and debris enveloped her, and a brilliant blue light illuminated everything.

Within moments, it was over. However, the ringing in Elin's ears persisted as she rapidly hyperventilated. Confused, she looked at the two strange beings beside her. They sat silently, seemingly indifferent to the chaos unfolding. It was hard to tell since they wore those masks.

Desire for answers compelled Elin to stare desperately at them, but the two stood up, dusted off the snow, and moved on. Elin felt even more bewildered, following their lead and turning to gaze over the landscape, realizing all the trees had been blown away. The ground was charred and blackened while the remaining snow was filthy.

The air mixed smoke and snow, causing Elin to cough.

She turned to look at the alien pair.

The silence was pregnant with tension, and Elin could no longer hold her tongue.

"What are you?"

She asked, feeling foolish—how could she know they comprehended her language?

"Predators."

One of them responded in a deep, robotic voice. Elin couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry, to scream or stay quiet. All she knew was that one of their kind had utterly destroyed her life. Angrily, Elin began to rant about their role in her downfall and how much she hated them. Yet the aliens stood there, completely apathetic.

Her furious monologue was interrupted when one of the predators said,

"You will come with us."

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[teenageartists]

NEW PROFILE PICTURE

[multific]

Marked for Him

Yautja x Reader

Summary: You were meant to be nothing more than a trophy, a rare human prize in a Yautja’s hunt. But instead of killing you, your captor keeps you.

The cold metal walls of the Yautja ship felt cold around you, a stark contrast to the burning heat of your captor’s gaze.

You had expected death the moment you were taken. You expected to be strung up like the other trophies you had seen, their skulls cleaned and polished as a true sign of victory.

But days had passed, and you remained untouched.

Not harmed, not locked away like some caged animal, but kept in his personal quarters, a space filled with weapons, armour, and relics of past hunts. He brought you food, strange meats and exotic fruits.

He watched you, always silent, always hovering at a distance, but never hurting you.

And when another Yautja entered the room one evening, his stance was predatory, his clicking voice was speaking words you could not understand, and you saw the first hint of true aggression from your captor.

The air turned sharp, charged with something primal.

Your Yautja, yes, yours, though you hardly understood why you thought of him that way, let out a deep growl, stepping between you and the newcomer.

The second Yautja tilted his head, mandibles flaring in the challenge, but before he could move, your protector struck.

It happened so fast, claws raking, fists colliding, bodies slamming against the walls with enough force to shake the room.

The fight was brutal and efficient.

And when your Yautja stood victorious, the other writhing beneath his clawed hand, he snarled something low and guttural before tossing the defeated hunter aside like a broken toy.

Then, he turned to you.

His chest heaved, his body coiled tight with something he had been holding back for too long.

Slowly, he approached, his massive form towering over you, but there was no fear in you.

You had stopped fearing him after you just saw him defend you.

He reached out, talons brushing against your cheek, then trailing down to your throat where his claws barely pressed against your skin. Not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel.

A soft rumble vibrated in his chest, something like a purr, something almost tender. As tender as a being like him was able to.

Then, he moved his hand lower, to your arm, where the faintest shimmer of a mark had begun to appear.

A claim. A bond. A mark only he could give.

“You marked me?” you whispered, voice barely audible.

His mandibles clicked, and his eyes locked onto yours.

Mine.

The word was unspoken, but you felt it all the same.

And you knew, without question, that you were his.

His mate. His treasure. His everything.

When his massive arms wrapped around you, pulling you into the safest embrace you had ever known, you didn’t resist. You melted into him, letting the steady beat of his heart soothe the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

You had been taken as a trophy. But you had been kept as something far more precious.

And you would never belong to anyone else.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[killershrike]

*in the tone of welcome willy wonka* heehee haahaa hoohoo,,,,

imagine you're So-yin and Han-e'sain takes his mask off for the first time and THIS is what you see???

(Can anyone blame her for instantly thinking he's hot i mean???)

Feel free to reblog if you'd like! And credit to @karritakar

[yautjalover]

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

Chance by Shalimar79 (Anything of hers, really!)

The Unexpected Human Problem by Eruden

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

The Woman, The Mark and the Warrior by Carajubu

Alien versus Predator: Requiem, the Unofficial Novelization by AlphaLima1980

Beacon by NeverWinterThistle

A Knowledgeable Pursuit by LadyofParchments

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

Demon Caller 9 by Aescela

Fox Hunt by iblankedonmyname

Belladonna by iblankedonmyname

The Invisible Prince by KaterinaWinters (Anything Predator related)

Weird Science by iterations

Show Me the Stars by Diodol

Hunter of My Heart by Leania

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