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A vampire yautja?

Yeah yeah ik this would be impossible.

One who had a human lover just like you he had lost?

Maybe his love is borderline obsessive, he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you again.

The yautja already value honor, trophies, and dominance. You’re not just a mate, to them you’re theirs in every sense.

He keeps every little trinket, note, lock of lost hair.

He loves being able to hear your heartbeat when he comes near or accidentally scares you.

His skin which is usually warm is stark cold. He uses your body to warm him and his undead heart.

If he’s a bad blood, he keeps trophies and heads of those who threatened you or even breathed the same air as you.

He can’t sleep unless he can sense your heartbeat beside him.

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Do you ever think if your pregnant with a elders child? Like they’re important to the community or something. So every yautja in that clan literally bend backwards for you? Even the females who respect you and are always willing to gossip or help braid your hair?

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Oh lawd someone hold me back

I need to know what monster fucker was designing this yautja because they did a 10/10 job. Even the background yautja looked good. We all staring and swooning.

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Your Yautja writing is so good, just wanted to ask if your also excited for the new predator movie Killer of Killers ✨💖✨

YES I AM!

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Soft Hands, Sharp Claws

Part 1

I feel like if a start a series I’ll be more active and be able to do other drabbles/oneshots!

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Dull skin. Bones poking through skin.

Tired eyes, brittle nails. And these moments, this life. It was her worst nightmare. Born on an alien planet, born from parents who didn’t know each other and didn’t want to live.

Like a calf. She was taken not even moments after touching her mother’s own skin. Her life reduced to experiments and sedatives. 28. It was her 28th birthday. Another birthday celebrated with white walls and bright lights.

The meat of her arm failed to cushion her head. The facility was dark, it was quiet. All she could hear was her own ragged breathing.

One of her many captors opened the door. She learned from her ex-cellmate, they were yautja. A scratched out mark on each of their heads. Some of them colored differently. Uniquely.

The yautja kicked at her, pulling at her hair to make her stand. There was a loud crash in the far distant. The oppressor turned away, alarmed, storming off. Her cell door shut closed. She laid back down, cradling her bruising stomach.

The silence returned, broken only by the low hum of flickering lights. She curled tighter, her breath uneven. Every sound now made her flinch. Heavy footsteps echoed in the distance—different this time. Slower. Heavier. Controlled.

She had sat up to listen.

This wasn’t the rushed stomp of an angry oppressor or the erratic gait of a drunken captor. These steps were deliberate. Calculated. Powerful.

The door hissed. Not a slam, not a forced entry. It opened with almost reverence.

He stepped inside, towering, cloaked in shadow and the dim red glow of warning lights. His helmet was black with a single mark, it wasn’t scratched out ike the others. His armor was intact. Clean. Silent.

Her eyes widened. She expected pain. Instead, he knelt.

And for the first time in years, no one reached to hurt her.

“Let me help you.” His voice was modulated, robotic.

She had cower away, he didn’t move. Instead, he sank lower, crouching—deliberately slow, unthreatening.

His hand extended, palm open. Clawed, calloused—but steady. Offering.

She didn’t take it. Not yet. But she didn’t retreat either.

That was enough.

He spoke again, softer this time. The translation garbled slightly, but the message was clear. “Let me take you to a safer place.”

Reluctantly, she took his hand.

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A fathers love

He vowed to let you go when you were ready, a father who wore his heart on his sleeve.

He knew he couldn’t keep you under his wing forever, eventually you’d want to leave and explore the vast world.

He couldn’t help it though, keeping close tabs on you.

It didn’t matter you weren’t his biological child, the bond was there and it was stronger than any blood bond.

He had no help with raising you, a female usually raising the child but he didn’t mind. It was a learning experience for the both of you.

Protecting you from any male who wished to court you.

Even when you hinted at leaving the house he’d bristle up like an angry cat, saying he can’t have anything happen to his baby.

He’d even sit inside your room in a rather large recliner watching you sleep, only coming in after you fell asleep.

He knew he couldn’t hold you back forever, but the thought of you walking out that door felt like handing his heart to the unknown.

His precious baby always having the possibility of getting hurt and he just can’t bare the thought.

So he’ll keep you as long as he can, even if it means forcing you to stay.

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Imagine an elder who is blind, maybe it happened a little into the relationship.

Maybe now you spend your time describing different things to him, letting him trace your face with his newly filed down claws. Small tears pricking at his glossed over eyes as he realized he will never see your face again.

Maybe he’d have to adapt to the environment, you won’t be able to move anything or else he would trip over it. He’d even become frustrated when he’d knock over or into things. Only calming down when you are near.

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Thank you guys so much for 1000 followers. That is a lot of people! I never thought I’d make it ^_^.

Im really sorry for just disappearing on all of yall too. I haven’t been at my best lately and I just needed a break. Thank you so much to those who reached out. Much love!! <3333

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Being patient and loving an elder who is so broken and so exhausted from his life.

Being gentle when his fingers and hands ache from arthritis. His mind ablaze when he wakes up at night in a cold sweat, the remembrance of his lost brothers and being stuck with the survivor guilt.

Days spent lounging around, his excuse being “I’m just tired”

Only putting up with you because you won’t leave and you do stuff for him. His bones ached too much to even protest with you.

It was one night when he was bathing, you had helped wash his greying tendrils. It was when he said it.

“I think I can love you.” His eyes were closed, he was completely vulnerable and completely trusting in you.

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I hope you’re doing okay. I kinda revisit your story every now and then,especially when I’m feeling down.

Hope translator can convey my feelings to you.

I miss you so much.

I missed all of you too

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girl are you still alive? (^-^)/

I’m alive, I didn’t expect to be gone for a year…

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When will your requests open?

They’re open now

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Arranged marriages, cold shoulders, quiet dinners.

That’s what your life consumed of.

Your marriage felt more like a claiming than a crowning of queen/king.

Your life was dull, your life was sad, your life was black and white.

He, was the color. The vibrant but subtle green and browns. A yautja, other earthly, foreign, beautiful.

He was kinder then your husband, your husband having concubines and never sharing a bed with you.

He picked field flowers to put in your hair, he pecked at your knuckles with the fangs of his mandibles. He treated you as if you were a glass figurine that would break at any moment.

You loved it, you enjoyed his presence. His soft voice despite it being deep, he never shouted.

He was the one who came up with the idea of eloping and running away. The idea completely taboo, but you were willing.

He had taken you on a quiet night, taking you far away.

Your life had became quiet, no guards, no noise. Just silence, besides the heavy heartbeat of your new found lover.

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Platonic yandere elder yautja.

An elder whose strong and powerful in status but not fertile, his seed never taking so he never had children of his own.

He would beat himself up over it all the time, thinking he was not good enough.

He’ll be on earth just wondering around aimlessly when he sees you, a teenager who was crying in the woods.

He would watch curiously, wondering what you were doing alone.

When you get up and leave after composing yourself he’ll follow after you, when you lead him to a house that has two ooman pairs having a yelling match inside he somewhat connects the dots.

He will watch over you over the months, noticing the neglect in the household. He’s so jealous, your parents barely pay you any mind or even care for you and yet he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Maybe one time you’re in your room curled up in bed trying to sleep through your parents continuous arguing when your window slowly slides open, you don’t notice until there’s a big thump and suddenly something is in your room.

You go to scream but a large hand is cupped over your mouth to quiet the sound.

When you wake up again you’re in a different room, one much bigger than your previous one the bed huge and comfortable with alien soft sheets and silk pillows.

A small tray of breakfast sat on the nightstand to your left still warm.

He won’t reveal his scary appearance to you, living as a ghost in his own home as he provided for you better than your parents ever had.

Maybe one day, after a few months of living in the strange very futuristic like house you explore, walking around the grand halls, looking into the various bedrooms, some being children others being for an adult, you simply marveled at the design.

Maybe you walk outside to see the scenery and notice the different colors of the sky, the amber atmosphere.

You wander farther from the house, towards the pristine gates and walk out of them as you look at this ‘new world’ in hopes of feeding your growing curiosity.

Maybe you venture too far, finding you had zoned out and was now in the woods with faint growling and the once twin suns now settling into a dark sky.

Your breathing hitched as you looked around frantically trying to remember where it is you came from, then suddenly something hops from the tree, it is some beast, clearly not from earth.

The beast stalking towards you as it readied itself to attack and then it lunged, you closed your eyes and waited but it never came.

Instead a loud crash could be heard as something ran into the beast, you opened your eyes and seen the beast but nothing else.

It was as if the beast was fighting its imaginary friend, though in this case enemy.

The beast had brawled with the other invisible being, at some point in the fight the beast had landed a hit, the sound of flesh tearing and electric sparks then its invisible cloak was unveiled.

You had been inching back this whole time, slowly but surely won the race right? Though as you inched back, you noticed the humanoid was beginning to slack. Noticing a healing wound on its shoulder blade being the issue of its delay.

You had decided it was clearly on your side so you picked up a size ably sharp stick. Beginning to walk back toward the fight just as the beast had pinned the your possible new friend; you stabbed it right through the throat.

The humanoid pushed off the now dead carcass, standing up slowly. This had given you a moment to look at him truly. He had four mandibles with sharp fangs on the end, along with long dread like hair that was graying. After the awkward pause he had ruffled your hair and pushed you back in the direction of the house you had stayed at.

It had been a few months, your new father now walking around with no invisible cloak. He was in short terms, protective. If you had went out he went along and never let you go far. It appeared he lived alone, in a massive home.

You could get used to it, though you hoped it wasn’t forever it’d be like this.

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Are my exams really what are getting me out of this block? Sure feels like it.

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There’s something so romantic about an elder learning to write poetry and he writes poetry about you and how much he loves you.

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Yall help I can’t do anything! 🙂

I have so many drafts from where I had an idea started, then it just left me.

Maybe I should post them and leave yall on cliff hangers. 🌚