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Baby Cassius and his mother princess Lucia

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My newest Yautja OC: Cassius

He was adopted by a royal medieval family and is crowned as heir to the throne after his adopted grandfather dies.

Still fleshing out other details

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It’s kinda funny to think about how a Yautja suckling could fuck you up the way a house cat could fuck you up if it truly wanted to. Yeah, they’re cute, yet still potentially deadly, especially if they’re rather feisty by nature, prone to displays of aggression or temper tantrums, or innocently forget their true strength capacity when they just wanna play with you. The average juvenile is probably about my height (5’4”), at least, while they’re still developing into young adults. It wouldn’t take much to get wrecked.

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Reminder that Feral has fucking toe beans

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You know how cats are very particular about having their bellies touched, and they kick or punch people who touch their bellies without permission? Imagine a Yautja doing that.

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A small doodle of Naxa’s prosthetic mandibles. While Kaail would take the time to learn human facial expressions, not all of the clan would really do the same, so he’d commission prosthetics for her to assimilate more efficiently.

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Is predator fandom still alive? *plops this artwork*

[runs away]

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Finished. Wanted to give Kaail and Naxa some love🌸

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Sneak peek of Kaail

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Unexpected Family

Ya’Skur x Reader

Warning: SMUT, Minors DO NOT interract. 

Summary: Somehow, you were always at the wrong place at the wrong time. And what seemed to be your demise, turned into your future.

A/N: Once again, this is a Yautja I made up, hope you like it, enjoy. 

A Yautja was a different kind of being.

Although that was rather obvious just by the fact that they were literal aliens, you did notice similarities between them and humans. Sometimes they were small little things that you noticed and other times they were very obvious.

You, a humble little human, who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

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A little kiss on forehead from little baby for big soft marshmallow :3

@black-suns-rim sorry if I messed up somewhere with your big girl, I really tried >_<

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A little cuteness happened between little one and big guy, nothing unusual hehe :3

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World cold, predator titty nice and warm

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Sweets (Predator x Reader)

You're sick and want a simple request

During the heat of the summer season, a woman sees out into her field, no wind was blowing, it was a perfect summers day. She sat upon her chair, and rocked back and forth, waiting for her sons to return from schooling at the school house.

But to her surprise, she watched her plot of strawberries start to move, no wind present. Thinking a pest was rummaging around, she grabbed her bat and began to walk towards her patch of sweet berries.

Once she was close enough, her eyes must have been playing tricks on her, as it seemed they were being ripped by the bunches, floating through the air, and disappearing.

In her fear, her heart caused her to move without thinking, and she swung her bat in the area where the strawberries seemed to move, it did not budge, and the bat seemed to stop in the air, but it definitely hit something.

The object the bat had hit, it began to sparkle, as if revealing a picture, one by one, little sections glowed and dimmed, eventually revealing a monster.

Over 7 feet tall, his long dreads down by his side, a mask covering his face, with a metal she had never seen before.

Falling to the ground in horror, she screamed and proceeded to run into her house, most likely to get her gun. But when she returned, it was gone, alone with a whole bush out strawberries ripped found the ground.

Word spread around town that a beast had stolen a bush of berries from the ladies farm, and many went out to find this beast, none were able to track down his location. They did find the bush however, plucked clean of its berries.

Giving up on the hunt, they all went home, as did the beast.

Now the beast was as strong as a bear, most likely stronger, but he had a soft spot. As he approached his cave den, dropping his spear weapon, and any other sharp objects, he continued deeper to his nest.

In his nest of pelts and furs, laid a human, you, red with fever, sweaty from fighting it, and even weaker than ever. He squatted down low, hovering above your frame. Taking his long finger, and tracing the curve of your chin, trying to get your attention.

Opening your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of your mate, you wanted to sit up and hug him, but you felt so heavy, so hot, you didn't dare move.

He understood your sickness, and was trying to make you feel better, reaching to his side, a leather bag was tied to him. Untying the knot at the top, he reached his hand in and pulled out a plump red strawberry.

You began to smile, he had remembered your favorite fruit, and went to town to get them for you. You didn't dare ask how he got them, or if anyone else saw him get them, you didn't want to think very hard, as he clicked, signaling you to open your mouth, and as you did, he placed the cold juicy fruit onto your tongue, allowing you to take a bite.

The sweetness of the fruit made you feel better, as many things you had to eat now were meant to keep your strength up, you were happy for a small treat from him.

"T-thank you...", you mumbled weakly, as he sat in the nest next to you, placing his arm around you and sitting you up on him

Taking small bites, he fed you the entire bag, along with giving you water, and necessary cuddles, he waited on you to feel better.

He wouldn't care if anyone saw him anyway, as you were his main priority.

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Bakuub Adopts-Part 2

(Thank you for being so patient. Holidays are hectic. Enjoy! This is it for these two atm but theyll be back in the future.)

She cried for a long time, not caring what the Yautja thought of when they saw her. She wanted to leave this place, to be trailing after Bakuub again. She didn’t jump when a large hand landed on her shoulder, a voice less clear than before, but the English still understandable.

“Who is your father, little one?”

She sniffled and whipped her eyes on her arm before looking up at the obviously elder Yautja squatted down before her.

“Bakuub.”

He patted her shoulder softly, “You would be in pain without Bakuub?”

She studied him before answering, “Would you be in pain without Yautja?”

He cocked his head at her words, other clicks behind him starting up. His mandibles flared slowly then pulled back together. He nodded and patted her shoulder again before standing up and walking back to the table. She didn’t know what it meant, didn’t understand why he hadn’t answered her. She hugged her knees harder and cried again. She was so frightened, so alone. The clicking eventually stopped, a door opened and closed, but no one spoke to her again. She expected the warriors from before too come take her away. She didn’t know where they would take her or how she would survive. She cried harder.

All at once she was in the air, held against a large chest, her body cradled gently. She sobbed. This was it. She was going to be taken away. She felt she should struggle, but she had no energy left. A gentle poke to her forehead made her stop, her sobs going silent. That was something Bakuub did to her when she was upset. She looked up as soon as the thought hit her, her whole body filled with hope. Bakuub stared down at her, his mandibles clicking twice, their way of saying hello. She couldn’t contain herself as she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest.

“Father!”

He clicked above her head and gently patted her back. She was smiling so big her cheeks hurt, her whole body finally sagging with relief against him. He was here, her father was here. She wasn’t leaving him. She wasn’t going to be abandoned again. The stress of the situation finally caught up with her, her eyes drooping as she fell asleep, cradled against her father’s strong chest. She had never felt more safe, the numbness of sleep welcome now.

Bakuub knew the exact moment the child had fallen asleep, her body going limp as her breathing got heavy and steady. She fell asleep against his chest often, needing to be near to him. It was very human, needing physical comfort with someone they trusted. Bakuub had done an enormous amount of research about humans and their children after he had saved the girl. He knew it was a step too late, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself when he had found her huddled on her bed in a world of ice, freezing to death. He had simply scooped her up and taken her with him. Much later he would realize it was because he had no children. He had been gravely injured as a young blood and was unable to sire any suckers. He was an honored, elite warrior who sadly could not pass on his bloodline. The loss had haunted him for centuries, his other clansmen siring tens upon tens of suckers. He envied them, a feeling he truly hated, but he had ignored it and pushed on. He couldn’t change his physical state nor could he take his anger at the unfairness out on innocent Yautja. He had suffered in silence his entire life until EV had come into it. The moment the Clan Leader had informed him the Elder Council was planning to meet about whether to allow EV to stay or go, he had exploded. He had told his lifelong friend that he would sooner become a bad blood and take her with him than be separated from her. His friend had tried to reason with him, saying she was merely a human, an insignificant prey. It had taken every ounce of willpower he possessed to not take the male’s head right then and there. She was significant. She was important. She was his. His daughter, his child, and no one was going to separate him from her. He had walked away from the male, only pausing to wait for EV before he went to make preparations. If he was to leave his clan and take EV to a habitable planet for both of them, he needed to do research and gather supplies.

As soon as they had docked at Yautja Prime he had been prepared for a struggle, but they had come to him calmly, insisting that he speak with the elders, telling his side of the tale, before he departed. He was informed they wouldn’t stop him if he so chose, but that he would be denounced to bad blood status. He hadn’t cared about the status, but if he could convince the council then EV would have a better life with the Yautja as a race. He went for her benefit and told the council his feelings and thoughts about his childless life, things he swore to never admit to anyone. But it was for EV, his daughter, and he found he would do anything for her to thrive. The council had dismissed him, asking that he wait for their decision. It had taken so long, but finally he was asked back into the meeting room, where he found his child sobbing in the middle of the floor. Once again, his lifetime of honoring the Yautja code had proved the only thing from him taking the Elder’s heads’. They had explained the conversation they had had with EV, obviously aware of his rage filled state. When they had told him she had called out for him, for her father, his heart had gotten heavy. He had thought he would never hear those words uttered at him, that he would never hold that title. Yet this tiny human girl had given him the world without realizing it. When he had scooped her up and poked her forehead to get her attention, the look of pure relief and joy on her face at seeing him is something he would never forget. He had soothingly patted her back until she fell asleep against him, his eyes returning to the Elder Council in front of him.

“You allow her to stay for her entire life?”

The eldest member nodded, “She is your responsibility Bakuub. Everything she does or doesn’t do correctly is reflected upon you, as is the case for all fathers. Teach her well.”

He nodded, turning to go, but hesitating. He needed to know.

“Why did you allow her to stay?”

The same elder spoke, “You are an honorable male, Bakuub. What was done to you was an injustice and a tragic accident. To not be able to sire any suckers…to not watch your bloodline live on…that is an unnecessary punishment for a lifetime. We would not punish you further, nor would we punish an innocent. You both have found family in one another. We do not destroy families.”

Bakuub watched as all 8 members nodded their heads at him, a sign of respect. He nodded back, his only form of thanks and the only thing that Yautja would understand. He turned and strode out of the room, gently rubbing circles on his child’s back as she still held onto him tightly even in sleep.

EV woke in her own bed on her home ship, the room instantly recognizable. She clamored out of her bed and dashed out of her room, a room that was attached to a mutual living space she shared with Bakuub, his own room attached at the other side. He was sitting in front of the large window, Yautja Prime spread out before him. He turned to look at her as she stopped next to him.

“I can stay with you?”

He nodded. She smiled.

“You can be my father?”

He blinked and nodded again. She laughed and launched herself at him. She was home, with her father, safe and happy. She leaned back and poked his forehead before reaching up to kiss the same spot. He simply stared at her, clicking lightly.

“Thank you for everything. I love you, Bakuub.”

Bakuub didn’t answer, instead reaching to his side and bringing something that was akin to a simple button into view. He motioned for her to come closer, which she did without hesitation. He gently moved her hair aside and pressed the button behind her right ear, before letting her sit back. She felt the device firmly attach to her skin, her fingers brushing over it with curiosity.

“EV.”

She stared at him in surprise. He was clicking but she could understand him now. The device obviously was a translator. Her smile was huge as she realized she could finally speak to him.

“Yes?”

He poked her forehead gently, “I love you as well, my daughter.”

She laughed and launched herself at him, hugging him as tight as she could. He wrapped an arm around her back, squeezing her as much as he dared, laughing with her.

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A Hundred and One Nights

Characters:  Yautja/Predator x f!reader

CW:  Talk of injuries and illness; talk of death; yearning.  No smut.

Word Count:  4819

Other Pieces:  There is a part two here.

The Yautja aren’t above making mistakes.  When they kidnap a number of elite soldiers and killers from Earth to hunt, you somehow get swept up too.

You, a high school English teacher.  The only things you’ve ever killed are centipedes and a squirrel once that ran under your tires as you drove down the street.  

You were not a killer.

It doesn’t stop the Yautja from making the mistake, which is why you wake up suddenly.  Falling.  Free-falling through a blue sky.  

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Thank you so much for answering the question 🌸

How would kosher food laws affect humans living with yautja? Would it just be based on safety concerns?