#predator fanfiction

[stealyourblorbos]

“Yautja?” you murmured. “Is that your name?”

“My kind,” he returned. “My species.”

“Then what’s your name?”

A scene from this amazing Predator fic by @charnelhouse

[6lostgirl6]

Promiscuous E.T.

Pairing: Male!Yautja x G/n!Reader

Summary: Since you both were completely different species, you wanted to show your yautja boyfriend one of Earth's finest creations. Just Dance.

TW: cute moments, yautja rage quit, hint of sex towards the end.

Based on this post!!

"Come on," you muttered, fiddling with your old Wii console that was once sitting in your closet collecting dust. Now, it was getting set up to your living room television. "Stupid thing."

For a while, since the beginning of your relationship with your alien lover, you have tasked yourself with showing him things from your world. It started off with the basics, including food, fashion trends, music, and much more. Now, you wanted to show him a small piece of your childhood.

Your yautja watched silently as you fiddled with the old Wii station. He didn't understand your urge to show him these strange things from your planet. However, he thought you were very cute when your Ooman eyes would light up and your smile would brighten when you showed him things. Therefore, he indulged your little antics.

"And what is this contraption, little blade?" He asked in his language with various clicks, which made you pause.

The crackle of the translator embedded under the skin behind your ear took a second to translate, his clicks turning into words in a mere second.

You smiled and turned towards him, "I wanted to show you a game that's very popular on my planet!" You continued to fiddle with it for a few more seconds before the screen finally lit up. "Sweet!"

Before he could continue asking more questions, you quickly headed towards him, holding something similar to a remote in your hand.

"This is a Wii remote," you handed the pink device into his awaiting claws, his hand practically dwarfing the remote as he stared down at it. "You use it so the console can monitor your movements!"

He let out a few curious clicks as he played with the remote in his hand, similarly how you would wield a knife which almost made you giggle. The device was shaped like a thick stick that was decorated pink. He also noticed that it was covered in some rubber sheath with a dangling string.

"How do I wield this?" He asked, patiently allowing you a moment for the translator to help you understand. He stared down at you, silently admiring how small you were compared to him, especially in the nest.

Oblivious, you started explaining the device. "Okay, well, you'll hold this and follow the movements on the screen, basically copy them. The remote will monitor and track on how well you're doing!" You took the remote and pulled out the string as he listened.

"This goes around your wrist and can be adjusted! This makes sure you don't accidentally throw it or drop it." You finished, carefully strapping the fabric around his wrist.

As you were doing that, your yautja continued to admire you. Using his other hand, he played with your hair, careful not to accidentally hurt you with his claws. He loved how smart you were, teaching him something new practically every day. He let out some affectionate purrs the more he thought about it.

He was proud to have such a worthy mate.

Your cheeks flushed a little, smiling up at him which he returned in his own way. His upper mandibles moving to resemble something similar to a smile. "All done, big boy." You teased, pulling away to grab your own remote.

Going through the menu, you selected the game that you inserted a bit ago. After a few more clicks, the song list appeared and you were already searching through some of the songs available.

"Anything that you wanna try?" You asked, looking up at him.

Your yautja shuffled through the songs before one captured his attention. Surprisingly, the beat was very catchy and the characters on the screen was interesting.

"Let's do this one." He said, returning your gaze for your approval.

"Okay! I'm excited for this one, so I'm glad you picked it!" You exclaimed, clicking on the song and getting into position. After a second, you had to pull miserably on your yautja to do the same.

Curse him for being so big, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Halfway through the song, you noticed that your yautja was getting a little frustrated. For the past few minutes, he's been getting a low score.

And your yautja is very competitive.

"Pauk!" He cursed, continuing to get 'ok' on his score and he was starting to get more frustrated.

"You're going great!" You tried encouraging, allowing yourself to get a few low scores purposely without him seeing. "I'm getting a few low scores too!"

However, he didn't hear you, continuing to get more frustrated and moving his arms rougher.

After a moment, something snapped and he swung his arm. In that second, he forgot how powerful he was and his superior strength. The remote flew from his hand, the wrist strap snapping as the device slammed into the screen of the television.

Leaving a large crack.

"Cjit..." He muttered, staring at the television with wide eyes and mandibles spread.

You stood there, facial expression matching his own, your own remote still in your own grasp.

"Pauk, I'm so sorry, little blade." He said, turning towards you with guilt for ruining something that could have been very expensive.

However, you could only laugh as you hunched over, hands on your knees which surprised your mate.

"I-I'm not mad, my love." You reassured, wiping a lonely tear from your face as you straightened yourself. "It was honestly funny."

"But, I broke your television, I shouldn't have lost control like that." He revoked, standing there with his arms crossed and head bowed.

You simply smiled, standing on your toes and patting his head, which made him look towards you.

"I could care less about it. I care more about you and your enjoyment." You stated, leaning in and kissing his lower mandible. He sighed and returned the affection, allowing a few of his mandibles to tickle your cheeks.

"What would I do without you, little mate?" He purred, looking down at you in adoration. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Cease to exist." You teased, biting your lip. You smirked and slowly brushed your fingers through his dreadlocks, tugging on a few. You were rewarded with a low growl.

"Why don't we do something else to let off some steam?"

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@prettywhenibleed

[prey-4-me]

Ooman pet of a bad blood?

Thx for your request; hope you like it! ♥️

Bad Blood Yautja x pet!reader

Yautja Translations

Da’dtou-di — name, meaning little knife

Kv’var — hunt

***

Cetanu roughed you up a bit as a greeting. “You’re up early, my Da’dtou-di,” he growled. Smiling, you nodded. “I wanted to clean your gear for the kv’var… I know you don’t like to wait.”

He grumbled. “Yes.” Clicking his mandibles, he continued, “Anyway. You are going to come with me today.” Surprised, you looked over at him. Usually you stayed at camp to ‘protect’ it. He had his back to you, concealing his face. You couldn’t tell his motives. But you were pleased all the same.

“When do we leave?” You tried to sound casual about it.

“When we are packed. Hurry,” he growled again. You got busy.

*** Snap! Cetanu swiveled around and boxed your ears, hissing, “Ooman! Quiet! Why are you so heavy footed??” He turned around again. Creeping forward, he was strangely silent for something so large. You looked down at the ground, searching for more twigs. You needed to avoid them at all costs. You fell behind as you struggled to be as quiet as Cetanu. You knew it didn’t really matter; he always charged his prey so he would lose you for certain then. But you could easily follow his path of destruction, as well as the typical sounds of Bad Blood battling their future trophy.

Cetanu roared, dashing off. Trees cracked and foliage gave way as he crashed through the jungle. You heard his prey roar back, and the battle begin. You continued carrying his gear, slowly gaining on their position. Roars and the sound of impact reached your ears. You climbed up a small hill and stopped, crouching. Cetanu and two large, lizard like creatures were battling. You watched Cetanu land several solid blows on one of them. It shook its head, dazed. The other lizard took the opportunity and charged him from behind. Hearing the approaching animal, Cetanu leapt an amazing height into the air. Folding his limbs in, he flipped backwards and land on top of the furious creature. It turned its head, snapping and hissing.

The fight raged on until only Cetanu stood. Victorious, he roared into the dusk air. Covered in blood and gore, he turned to you. “Come, come. Let’s field dress,” he roared, blood still obviously hot from the fight.

Cautiously, you approached. He was still raging, growling and snapping his mandibles. He was still ready for a fight.

“Okay, here,” you set his gear down a little bit away from him, but conveniently located next to one of the lizard things. He grumbled, “You do it.” Surprised, you froze. Cetanu never let you touch his kills.

“Do it.” He snarled. Quickly coming to life again, you relied on muscle memory. You used to field dress your own hunts back on Earth before Cetanu ‘found’ you, as if you had been a stray. Originally terrified, you had learned that although incredibly violent, he was mostly all bark and no bite with you. But his temper still kept you on your toes. You didn’t mind. He still took care of you better than anyone else in your life ever had. Plus, there was a certain amount of notoriety that being a pet of a Bad Blood brought, and you definitely didn’t mind that.

Thoughts returning to the present, you found yourself elbow deep in teal and purple innards. “You want the teeth from this lizard thingie?”  You asked casually as Cetanu growled and chuffed, trying to calm down.

“YES,” he roared.

“‘Kay,” you calmly responded.

Cetanu made one of his strange Yautja noises, releasing aggression. Finally he calmed and sat down near you. “Give me the teeth,” he commanded.

You scooped up the ones you had already carefully removed and passed them over. He took a shiny little tool and started to work on the teeth in some way. Trying to stay focused, you turned back to the mouth you were performing your gruesome dentistry on.

***

The sun went down just as you finished the first beast. “Come. We’ll do the second one tomorrow. I’ll hang it above camp so nothing messes with it tonight.” He lifted the dead weight easily. You quickly picked up Cetanu’s gear and rushed to catch up with him, using the the ample moonlight to guide your way.

You arrived to camp huffing and puffing. The gear was heavy. You set it down carefully as Cetanu descended from a tree. You looked up; yup there was the lizard, hanging safely overhead.

“Let’s eat; this meat is good.” He grabbed the package of meat you had carefully wrapped earlier. You started a fire as he tenderized and seasoned it.

“Okay. Here.” He tossed the meat to you. Carefully, you put it on your little griddle. It sizzled deliciously. Your mouth watered. You tended to dinner as Cetanu worked on his tooth project. He was using the little tool on them again.

Finally the meat was perfect. You opened a container of a seaweed-like salad you had prepared before leaving home. Making two plates of food, you presented Cetanu with his. Waiting for him to eat, you sat with your plate in your lap.

He grumbled and set his project down. Curious, you tried to figure it out. “Stop guessing what I’m doing. It’s for later,” he grumbled softly. Picking up his utensil, he tried the meat. “Mm, good job cooking. Very nice.” Happy, you dug into your own plate.

***

“Here.”

You sleepily rolled over. “Huh?”

“This is… yours.” Cetanu’s tone was weirdly soft.

You sat up. You rubbed your eyes; you had been half asleep. “What’s mine?”

He threw something small at you. “Don’t be ooman about it,” he growled.

“Okay,” you laughed, picking the thing up. You held your hands up, angling them towards the campfire. It was the teeth, strung on a small, black cord. But the teeth weren’t smooth anymore. You furrowed your brow and took a closer look. English lettering had been precisely carved into them. You read them out loud, left to right C-E-T-A-N-U-S.

You gasped; a collar? For you?

“Did I spell it right in ooman? Your letters are… stupid.” He commented.

You fastened it around your neck. The teeth hit your collarbones in a pleasing way. “Th-thank you.” You stuttered, unsure if saying thanks was ‘being ooman about it.’

“Don’t be ooman about it. Now everyone will know you’re mine. It’s just being practical.” He grumbled.

Turning away from him, you laid back down. You had a huge grin on your face, but you calmly replied, “Yeah, definitely. Makes sense.” You kept on smiling as he gruffly continued to defend his actions. “I see how some other Bad Bloods look at you. You’re taken; they need to get their own.” He growled angrily. “Now, go to sleep. We wake early again to continue the kv’var.” Smiling, you closed your eyes. It would be hard to sleep, but you would do your best to please your Yautja.

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Twisted Memories

Fem Yautja x Fem! Human! Ex-soldier! Reader

Word count: 928

Warnings: Brief mentions of: suicide, SA, harassment violence, and injury. Themes of PTSD. Nightmares. Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After living through hell, dropping out of service, failing to re-enter civilian life, and trenching across the galaxy, you finally get some peace of mind in your new life. 

A/N: This is probably the most specific fic I've written, and probably the most heavy, but I think it's really good!

You don't like talking about your service, you don't even like telling people that you served. Folks always tried to thank you, and tell you how brave you are. You hated it. There was nothing from your service that was worth being thanked over. You had been forced to kill and maim in the name of corporate interest. You had been harassed simply for the crime of having tits. And so many of your friends were dead, not because they were killed valiantly in the heat of battle, but because they too had been mistreated and abused by the government who they had sworn to protect.

Somehow things got even worse when you left service. The VA was absolutely now help, you had been left with chronic pain from all the shrapnel left in your body. Radio shows and news anchors kept reaching out to hear your story, only for you to tell it and be met with horrified looks and an empty promise that they would keep in touch. The worst part was having to live amongst civilians who had no idea what you went though and would likely vomit if you told them. In the end, getting off planet was the best decision you ever made.

The yautja were much more your style. Their entire civilization was focused on hunting. But not just random senseless killings like back on earth. These hunts had rules, they were fair, and it was for glory. You were treated so well by everyone too. Free, no hassle health care, mental health support, and best of all a loving wife to come home too. 

You loved telling her all about your hunts, but always refrained from telling her about your life before leaving earth. You didn’t want her to know about any of it, and for the most part she didn’t ask. But she did wonder. 

Despite how hard you tried to run from your past it always caught up to you, especially in your dreams. Vivid images of war would regularly flash across the back of your eyelids as your brain struggled to rest. What was worse is that these nightmares were always worse than your memories. They were twisted and warped by your subconscious until they became more horrific than reality could ever be. 

You once again flew out of your sleep, the tendrils of those nightmares slowly fading as your dark bedroom came into view. The soothing voice of your lover wafted into your ears as you slowly regained awareness of the world around you. Even sitting in bed she towered over you, and effortlessly pulled you into her lap and cradled you in her arms as though you were her pup. She loved you like you were her pup. Without even thinking you burrowed your face into her clavicle and sobbed.

“IT WAS SO SCARY!” You wailed. 

“I know love, It's ok, I'm here,” she soothed back. 

“I-I was jus- just tr-try-trying to pull hi-him to safety, and-and they j-just kept SHOOTING AT ME!” You completely lost control as you sobbed and cried into her. She began to rock you as she sang something that you had once heard her singing to a suckling. It was hard to tell in the dead of night how much time had passed but that didn’t matter as your sniffling slowed then stopped.  

“Please,” she spoke, honey and silk dripping from her voice “Tell me.” She didn’t even need to say what, you knew. 

You followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the table. She fixed you both a warm drink before joining you. Almost immediately you poured it all out. Everything you had seen in combat, everything that had been done to you by your superiors, everything. Eventually you had to stop. Your breath hitched, your eyes stung, your nose ran, and the sun was starting to come up. You hadn't even gotten to the subject of the nightmare. Your lover soothed you once again, treating you very much like a sad pup. 

She curled back into bed with you in her arms. Somewhere between the heat of her body, the soft plush of the bed, and the reassuring sounds of the early morning, you were able to fall back asleep, if only for a moment. 

Over the next few days you told your wife more. Telling her how and why you left service, your life after, the many many funerals you attended. Eventually you told her about how and why you left earth, and how everything has been better since then and how you don’t think you can ever go back. She gave you a sad smile.

“My life as well has been better since you have come into it, but I am so sorry that you had to walk though that to be here.” It was at last her turn to cry. Her heart ached for what you had lived though. In that moment the only thing she wanted to do was take that pain away, to take those memories, and to take the nightmares. You both held each other, and embraced for a long moment. Once the tears from both of you began to slow, you pulled away and looked at each other. Her hair painted her face and the tears caught the sunlight to look like jewels. Your rosy cheeks bloomed, and a smile was spread across your face. You echoed back your wife's earlier sentiment.

“I'm sorry I had to go though that too. But fuck do you make it all worth it.”

[shaymin-99]

Just a scene from my fan fic "Peanutbutter is stuck on my ceiling" I will update it tomorrow, I've just been busy with school.

[gardens-light]

Protected

Being a apart of the 'Planetary Frontier' was supposed to thrilling and exciting. Exploring new worlds and, beautiful unusual life forms. At first, it appeared to be a dream come true. Until your research team, accompanied by top notch U.S Military Marines got stranded on a planet that wasn't on your radar. And to make matters worse? Something was out there... Hunting and watching...

Content: Course Language. Small amounts of detailed gore, and use of weaponry.

What is more terrifying? A primal hunter with exceptional skills to attack and stalk their pray for sport. Or a creature of exact same capabilities and skill, but sworn to protect?.

It was a question you'd thought would never be answered. More of a hypothetical question- a theory. Nothing more, nothing less. But most theories of yours and other lab assistants were often ignored. The U.S military personnel running the joint simply wanted answers. All too happy to skip the 'minor details'- which were actually scientific results, and data. And go straight to what they were more concerned with. And unfortunately today was just going to be one of those days....

"Unbelievable!"

Crash!

Bang!

You watched the middle aged Commander push laptops and tablets off the mental benches. Ripping out cables from their ports, throwing lab equipment onto the floor, like a upset toddler.

"Useless! Pathetic! The U.S government has given this department the best technology known to man! And you lab rats are telling me you can't use it? What's the point in having you all?"

Another helpless laptop thrown onto the concrete floor. You sighed heavily.

"Because the U.S government never considered the thought of us, 'lab rats' conducting experiments and research on not only alien technology. But also on a alien planet uninhabited by humans."

The Commander's hazel eyes narrowed on you. "We all knew the risks and rewards, of going on this planetal expedition. We all have a task! Working together, and striving forwards. But you and your team, Ms Y/N, has been letting us down!"

Another heavy sigh left you, as you rubbed your temples. The snickers of the military men behind the Commander could easily be heard. Your team looked at you with hopeful eyes, knowing you'd say something to put the Commander back in his place.

"Me and my team have worked tirelessly around the clock, trying to achieve impossible results, of which you demand! It's not us, or the technology that's 'useless'. It's merely the problem of which we're up against-"

"And what 'problem' are we facing" the Commander asked between laughs.

"The very same problem that you and your trigger-happy, jar-heads Marines have, Commander!" That soon died down his laughter. "For weeks, you've been facing an enemy that's not only hard to wound. But also to kill. Yet you have machine and sub-machine guns, rifles, heavy duty weapons- for gods sake! Your Lieutenant lunched an RPG that this thing! And for what? Me and my team can't research anything!"

You gestured toward the empty examination table. Accompanied by a small metal table with wheels, that only had a strange glowing green liquid like substance. A couple of broken blades, that the closet thing you could identify it too, was hardened steel.

"We have nothing to go by! No research or any experiments can be done, when we have nothing. Not even a body!"

Commander Banks adjusted his camouflaged shirt, as you asked the hard question.

"How many men have you lost, Commander? At least over a dozen? Till you and your men gives us a body. My team won't be responsible for Jack-shit! Let alone carry the weight of 'failing' this 'expedition."

An uncomfortable, brief silence loomed over the lab. Lieutenant Richards cleared his throat as he slowly approached you. Brushing back his blonde locks, and he looked at you with a weak smile.

"I think... What the Commander was trying to say was, that we've all had a good few tiring weeks. To put it gently. Being stranded on this alien planet of a jungle, as affected us and caused tension in one way, or another. Aren't I right, Commander?"

The childish leader barely answered with a "hmp", tutting under his breath while crossing his arms. Lieutenant Richards frowned at his higher-up, before turning back to you. Flashing a weak smile once again, hoping you didn't see his expression earlier.

"Exactly! And as you said, Ms Y/N, we're facing an apex predator. Nothing on the food chain can be higher than this thing. Our weapons barely wound it. Your lab... Stuff-ah! Equipment can barely do... The ah, um- research and development! So, I purpose we work together. Me and my men are going for another 'hunt', perhaps you. Ms Y/N, could join us."

You raised an eyebrow, as your team gazed at you in disbelief.

"What?-"

"With your brilliant, beautiful, scientific mind. You could experience what you need on the field. With the protection of my men."

You crossed your arms, "no way in Hell-"

"We track this thing. Always on its trial. Our last 'outing' a member of your team, retuned with its blood-"

"After falling dead to an infection later in the day-"

The Lieutenant nervously chuckled, "an infection? Ma'am, it was simply a bug bite" he leaned in closer. "Besides... It would do you some good to get out of this lab. A woman of your calibre, doesn't belong among these lab-rats. Come on an 'outing' with some real men."

You pushed his hand away, as he tried to gently brush his knuckles across your cheek. Only gazing at him with an unamused stare...

And that's how you found yourself in this god for shaken situation. Hiding and crouching behind unusual foliage, which also seemed to be similar to the jungles back on Earth. Only the sky was strange and extremely different. Through the pink and orange skies, you could see the rings and shire size of the neighbouring planet, which glowed a gentle green colour. The ruby sun casting dark shades of purple and blue, as it settled behind the trees.

Five men from a squad of fifteen has already lost their lives. All died in gruesome fashion, skinned and strung up upon the nearest tree. Nearly everyone was separated from the original group. You and Lieutenant Richards sat upon the rocks of a nearby stream, accompanied by two men.

All three grasped onto their weapons tightly, like a frightened believer clutching on their bible. Everything appeared still and peaceful, but you knew you were being watched. The hairs on your back stood up. You looked up and down the stream, while the men gazed into the trees.

"We need to get to base!"

"Haven't you noticed? There's a fucking alien jumping around in the trees! And hunting us down!-"

Lieutenant Richards glared at his men, "enough bickering! The base is just across this stream! Now you're the finest men of the U.S Forces. Therefore stiffen your posture and march on!"

You heard their gulps, attempting to swallow their nerves down deep into the pits of their stomach. The two men wondered towards the edge of the murky river, Lieutenant Richards silently gestured for you to follow. You raised an eyebrow,

"Are you serious?" You voice asked in a low whisper. "We'll be out in the open! You don't know who or what could be lurking in that river-"

"And going around like you suggested earlier, is the longer path. We need to get back to the base and fast! I'm losing far to many men to this demon. And don't worry, Sweet Cheeks." His wink and flirtatious tone, left a sour after taste in your mouth. "I'll protect you. Remember, I'm right here."

You had more trust in a bug taking you out with a disease , than this jar-head Marine protecting you.

Carefully stepping towards the river's edge, you cautiously entered into the murky water. It soaked your shoes and trousers, reaching your knees. Using your feet to feel out the riverbed, while your eyes looked around in all directions. Every now again, you stopped and lowered yourself to the water, whenever your ears picked up the slightest rustle within the trees. Or the sounds of the nearby wildlife moving due to being disturbed.

Half way across, the water reached your waist. Your toes just touching the riverbed. Your gaze caught sight of some nearby birds suddenly leaving their branch. The hairs at the back of your neck stood up, and a chill ran through your spine. Lieutenant Richards bumped into you, the end of his gun gently poking into your back.

"We need to keep moving, Sweet Cheeks."

The instincts inside your body screamed for you to run. The gentle nudge from the Lieutenant didn't encourage any movement within your body.

"I'm here, nothing will hurt you-"

As soon, as you immediately knelt into the river. Bright blue flash lunched from beyond the trees, hitting the soldier whom lead the group. Witnessing his chest being shot open, everything inside was burnt except for the spine. The soldier and Lieutenant Richards immediately yelled in grief and frustration, emptying the magazines of their weapons in all directions. Not really targeting anything in particular.

A second blue flash came and attacked the soldier in front of you. His head exploding like a bloody watermelon. The body lifelessly dropped into the river, bright sections of red ran through the waters current. Gunfire suddenly seized, replaced by the sloshing sounds of the river behind you.

Quickly turning to face the Lieutenant, your brows knitting together, as you watched him flee back in the direction of which you came. You wanted to yell out for him, demand him to act like a soldier and fight. But on the other hand, you also couldn't blame him for running away. You certainly would do the same, if your body wasn't frozen stiff. You waited in horror, listening for the final flash of blue. But... It never came. Instead, heavy footsteps sloshed through the river.

Approaching the dead bodies of the soldiers behind you, everything right down to your bones screamed to run. But you couldn't, for fear has its hold over you. Kneeling against the riverbed, with the water reaching your chest. Shivers and chills ran all over you. Your eyes closed, and stomach twisted in a sickening way, as the sound of bones broke, cracked and torn away from the lifeless victims.

All was still and quiet. It felt like the air suffocated you, as you tried to breathe deeply and calmly. The sound of heavy movement approached you from behind, feeling the ripples flowing against your back with each movement. Stopping possibly less than half a meter from you, low growls and clicks demanded your attention. It was talking to you. Whatever it was, wanted you to see it, but why?

You were too scared to move. All you could do was open your eyes. Catching a small glimpse of its reflection within the river. You swear your heart jumped into your throat. It's towering height made you feel so small. Large bracers that looked like steel, framed and protected its forearms, matching shoulder armour framed its board shoulders.

A strong hand reached out for you, claws intertwined into your hair, as they grabbed the strains by the roots, and tugged upwards. At first it was gentle, but after a moment of hesitation, a low growl snarled from the creatures throat. It's hand tightening around your scalp, and pulling you harshly. It was frustrated now-possibly annoyed. Not daring to test its patience again, you cautiously got onto your feet.

The grip upon your hair semi loosened, as you followed the silent command of turning in its direction. If your heart wasn't in your throat before, it certainly was now. Even your breath got stuck in your throat. This truly was an apex predator.

Eyes widening as your gaze fell onto its exposed muscled chest. Brown fishnet netting covered it's torso. Your eyes trailed upwards, a armoured chest piece covered only the right side. Necklaces adorned with canine teeth, claws and bone pieces rested around it's neck. A metal mask, showing small details of slight battle damage and claw marks, covered it's face.

Strange, long cylinder tubes, that reminded you of the smooth texture of hardened rubber. Framed it's masked face and reaching it's shoulders, styled in some dreadlock sort of fashion.

It's hand moved from the back of your head, it's grip upon your hair loosening, as it's claws gently brushed against your jawline. Placing a thumb under your chin, turning your head from side to side. A few clicks and low growls came from underneath it's mask. The tone was almost... curious.

You raised an eyebrow. It's studying me?...

Attempted to do the same, you slowly reached out and placed a hand upon it's chest. Through the fishnet material, you could feel it's skin. The texture similar to a crocodile. Your full height barely reached it's waist, you steadily got onto your tiptoes to try and reach up for it's mask. Although, you barely touched it's necklace's, the creature's hand quickly moved from your chin and grasped your wrist. A deep, disapproved growl, caused you to go back onto the soles of your feet.

"I'm sorry." You spoke in a gentle tone, attempting to hide your fear which still lingered in your voice.

Suddenly it's sight snapped away from you, looking over past you to what caught it's attention. Withdrawing your hand, and closing your eyes, as the sound of a gun clocking into place disrupted the still air.

Don't pull the trigger, Lieutenant. Just don't.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to itself. The creature reached into a sheath behind it's back, throwing a simple dagger at the Lieutenant. Turning it's back against the gunfire, shielding you from the shot.

A painful growl rumbled within it's chest, as green glowing blood oozed from the fresh wound, upon it's shoulder. The creature looked down at you, assuring itself that you were safe and unharmed. You greeted it with a shocked, yet curious gaze. Realising a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Either for better, or for worse. You belonged to this creature now. Guarded and protected by them always, but for what purpose?...

[sunshine823]

Links to Predator Stories on AO3 authored by my good friend “Shalimar79”

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These stories are NSFW.

 

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When the Monsters Come (One-Shot)

You'd heard the stories for years. The elders talked about what happened during the hottest summers in hushed tones, about how the monsters came, but you thought the monsters were only old wives' tales ...

 

The Deal (Complete)

[your-averagewriter]

Hey I was wanting to request a Taabe x f reader from prey since i haven’t been able to find anything about him I’m so glad to came across your page 😊😊. I was wanting Something cute and funny having to do with the quoted stuff I have down below thank you so much can’t wait to see what you come up with.

“I’ll rip the damn thing.” “You will not!”

Summary: (y/n) gets a bit sick and isn't allowed to work, succumbing to boredom she decides to unsuccessfully make a necklace for Taabe (her s/o). (It is so much better and cuter than it sounds I promise). Taabe x fem!reader

Warnings: Kissing, cute stuff (basically just fluff)

Word count: 1.5K

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Plucking the fruit from the bush I quickly place it in my bag before raising my arm and sneezing into my elbow. I sniff before moving on to the next fruit plant. Throughout the day my sneezing and coughing gets worse, my voice becomes croaky and eyes start drooping.

I trek back to my home following behind the others, rubbing my eyes as I watch the sky start to dim. Dropping off the fruits at the storage tipi I sit down by the fire with a few others. It’s where we wait for the hunters to come back, Naru sits down next to me and Aruka sits down just afterwards.

“Hey.” I say tiredly, not even managing a smile.

“(y/n), you don’t look so good.” Naru says and Aruka raises her hands to my face. She holds my face and turns it looking at the bags I know are under my eyes and who knows what else.

“I’ll get you some medicine, you look awful.” Aruka says, worry painted on her face.

“No, I’m fine really, I’m just tired.” I say starring at the dancing flames.

“Go to bed then.” Naru suggests.

“I will after Taabe gets back.” I say almost as a compromise.

“No, you need to go to bed now, (y/n), I’ll send Taabe to see you when he gets back.” She says with her hand on my back and a small smile on her face.

“Okay, fine.” I say getting up begrudgingly.

“I’ll send him to you later with some food and medicine.”

Aruka has always looked after since my parents died when I was a young child. She practically treats me like her daughter and is set on me and Taabe getting ‘married’. 

Dragging my feet I make my way to my tipi. I quickly succumb to sleep when I lay down. It’s easy to fall asleep when what I have look at is the colours of the sky twirling around mixing with the clouds.

Through my closed eyes I see light coming through the entrance (AN: I hope you guys know what I mean) and slowly open my eyes.

“(y/n)?” I hear a voice that I know is Taabe’s.

My eyelids flutter open as they adjust to the light from the fire.

“Hi.” I say with a tired voice.

He crouches down in front of me holding a bowl of something.

“My mother made you something, it’s got medicine in it.” He says in a hushed voice as I sit up, shimmying out of my blanket. He tries to pass it to me but he’s interrupted with me coughing nearly spilling it.

“Sorry.” I say quietly as he nearly spilt the hot food on himself.

“How are you feeling?” He asks passing the bowl back to me then placing his hand on my forehead. “You’re quite hot.”

“Tired and sad.” I say with a small, fake frown.

“Why?” He asks kneeling down on the ground.

“Because you weren’t here.” I say with a chuckle as he reaches for my hand.

“Well, I’m here now, are you happier now?” He says, a smile etched in his face.

“Yes, much.” I say managing a smile as he leans down, kissing my cheek.

“You should get some more rest after you’ve eaten.” He rubs my back gently as I eat some of the soup like food.

“I’m fine, I can still do my gathering and jobs tomorrow.” I say sipping on the liquid.

“I don’t think you should,” He pauses looking at my slightly annoyed face. “Just in case, my love, just in case I think you should take the day off.” 

“But I’ll be fine-”

“Just in case, I think you should stay in bed tomorrow.” He interrupts me and I sigh.

“Fine.” I say giving in. “I won’t go gathering tomorrow. But I still think I could.”

“Thank you,” He says stoking my hair and kissing my forehead before standing up again. “Get some rest.” He says, I nod and he leaves the tipi.

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The sun breaks through my eyelids, blurring my vision as I slowly open my eyes. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes, not hearing anyone talking outside. Everyone must’ve gone to work already. Pulling on my boots and draping my jacket over myself I venture out of my tipi. I feel the cold nipping at my skin so pull my clothing closer to myself.

I walk out, towards the communal area (the fire), I sit down on one of the logs and greet Aruka who’s cooking something.

“Hello.” I say tiredly.

“Oh, (y/n), how are you feeling?” She asks putting down her tools.

“Fine.” I say with a sigh. “Is there anything to eat?” I ask her looking over at the pot she’s cooking out of.

“I saved you some food from earlier.” She says holding out the food with a smile. I take the cooked meat off of her and dig in not noticing how hungry I was until after I finished.

Sitting by the fire, a feeling of uselessness overwhelms me, I could be gathering or cooking but Aruka won’t let me do anything.

“Are you sure there isn’t something I can do?” She sighs, it’s got to be at least the fourth time I’ve asked this now.

“Why don’t you do some beading or sewing?” She says.

“I don’t know how.” I say quietly, embarrassed I never learnt.

“I’ll show you, I always do beading in my spare time.” She says with a soft smile. “Come on.” She says taking me to her tipi.

She shows me how to do it and it seems simple when she does it. 

“Do you know how to do it now?” I nod even though I know I don’t know how. “Okay, I’m going to help Kateri with her baby, I’ll see you later..” She says and leaves.

Sitting on the floor of the tipi I look at the scattered beads and frayed rope. Confused, I thread the pieces together and try to re-bead it but it doesn’t work so I undo it. I repeat different things and try different methods until finally I created something that bares some semblance to a necklace.

The beads are in no sort of pattern and the colours don’t go together. Where the rope is knotted the ends are frayed and sticking out. Sighing, I place it on the floor next to the other pieces of rope and beads. I look at it on the floor and regret not learning earlier in my life, I was too busy playing with Taabe and Naru, I roll my eyes but smile at the thought.

I move the necklace to the side and try to make a new one but to no avail. Eventually I give up and just sit there practicing the different types of knots I know, I had much more success with that.

Finally the hunters get back along with the gatherers. Basically everyone finishes their work for the day. Chatter envelops the camp, laughing and cheering. I’ll go out when it’s time for food but until then I’ll sit and wallow in my misery and boredom. 

That is until the cloth door is pulled aside and Taabe walks in. 

“Hey.” He says sitting down on the ground in fron of me. 

“Hey.” 

“How are you feeling?” He asks pressing the palm of his hand against my forehead. “Your not so hot anymore.”

“Wow, thanks.” I say jokingly but he remains oblivious for a moment too long. Then he gets it and chuckles. One of the things I love about him is his obliviousness to everything but hunting. Put him in the jungle and he’s aware of every single thing, tracks, sounds, everything but put him anywhere else he isn’t so aware. Like jokes, and flirting and things like that he’s completely oblivious to but it’s cute.

“What have you been doing all day? Sleeping I hope.” He strokes the side of my face.

“Mostly, but I tried something new, I tried making a necklace.” I pull it out from behind me. “It was gonna be for you but it didn’t go very well.” I say looking at it, sad I couldn’t even manage to make him a gift. “I think, I’ll just get rid of it.” I say sadly.

“No you won’t.” He says in doubt.

“I’ll rip the damn thing!” I assure him imitating ripping it.

“You will not!” He says taking it out of my reach until I stop making grabby hands. “I love it, okay?” He says putting it on.

“No, you don’t have to, really-” I say looking at the ground

“I know I don’t have to, I love it, anything you make or do I love.” He says sincerely. “I’ll wear it forever.” He says and from now on every time I see him he’s wearing that damn necklace. He wears it to meals, he wears it hunting, he wears it in bed. And every time I look at him wearing it, even from a distance I can’t help but smile.

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AN: I hope you (anonymous) liked this!

Also, I'm so sorry requests are taking so long, my mental health decided to take a bit of a dip and my creativity is taking longer to work (if that makes sense).

I'm trying to work through the requests, I don't want you guys to think I'm not writing them out of dislike for the request I just have quite a few to work through.

I hope you understand :)

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Songbirds And Tigers - Chapter 1 - MouseReader - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

My attempt at a very first fic! I hope you enjoy!

[prey-4-me]

Could you please do an Older Yautja x Reader the reader is helping him/hunting or something and gets hurt. Him being protective etc. If not that's okay too! I wasn't sure if you still wanted requests or not💖

Thx for requesting! I hope you like it ♥️

Older Yautja x reader, no smut, some fluff

Yautja Translations

Kv’var - hunt

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Nat’ka’pu took the ship out of hyperdrive. The planet hung in orbit in front of you suddenly. Turning to you, he grumbled softly, “Here we are. Let’s get on the surface. What biome do you want to land in?”

You considered. “Above the equator, but still warm. Maybe some plains or forests?” You were thinking about Earth lately and wanted something vaguely familiar.

“Homesick?” He asked, turning back to the flight controls.

“Naw,” you denied. Maybe you were a little. It had been awhile since you’d even been in your home solar system, let alone Earth.

He seemed to understand your feelings anyway, “We can plan a trip there. I always enjoy hunting the poachers while they hunt in… what continent is it? Africa?” ”Yeah,” you mumbled, happy at his choice of prey but still unwilling to admit you were homesick.

“It will be a nice trip. Now, let’s get this kv’var going.” He took you down through the cloud cover swiftly. It broke into a view of the ocean, which spread out below you like a large, blue blanket. He skimmed the water, having fun piloting.

“Acting a bit young for your age, hmm?” You teased.

“Never too old to have fun,” he commented, taking the ship up a bit. A land mass was quickly approaching. It broke out of the water like a golden mountain, greenish trees dotting it like sloppy polka dots.

“Here we are,” he took you over a few large hills and landed in a low spot. “This is where I stayed last time. Very nice spots to hunt in several directions from here.” He stood, “Let’s get your ooman camping gear. Since you insist on sleeping outside the ship…” ”It’ll be fun!” You insisted, throwing yourself into his powerful arms. He grumbled happily, wrapping them around you gently. “If you say so,” he teased. He lowered his head to lightly scratch at the top of your head with his mandibles. It was a sign of affection you enjoyed dearly. You smiled and closed your eyes momentarily.

He pulled away, “Come. Time for these things later. I want to get camp set up before nightfall. The nights here are very dark; there are few stars visible through all the cloudcover on this planet.”

You followed him to the cargo bay, where you had carefully packed all your gear. You were excited to use it alongside Nat’ka’pu. Usually you used all Yautja gear, but this time you were going ‘low tech.’ It would be a nice reminder of home, as well as just something a bit different to do.

Sighing happily, you got to work unpacking. Nat’ka’pu dutifully assisted you, careful with your ooman items so as to not damage them. His strength and the fragility of ooman objects always startled him.

Grinning to yourself, you grabbed your backpack. This was going to be great.

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Snap! The sound reverberated through the space as you fell. You seemed to fall forever, in slow motion. But all too soon you hit the rocky ground. The way you landed, you knew you were in trouble. Winded, you laid there evaluating. Something was definitely wrong with your left leg. It hurt terribly. But your guts also hurt. Was it just from being jostled from the impact or where you internally bleeding? Fuck.

You reached for your comm. It was gone. Fuck. It would take Nat’ka’pu awhile to notice you were in trouble; you had split up to take down a bear-like creature he called Mnumu. It would make a fine addition to your trophies. But not if you were dead. You looked around. You had fallen into a small opening in the ground. Turned out it was a sort of cave, albeit a small one.

You knew you had to help yourself. It would take Nat’ka’pu valuable time to notice you were missing and then to search for you. You didn’t want him to find a corpse.

Hoisting yourself up slowly, you moved as fast as you could. It was a snails pace, but it was better than nothing. You stood. Looking around, slightly stooped to hold your stomach, you hoped for an escape route. After a moment of pained investigation, you thought one wall looked scalable. For an uninjured human. You sighed; you’d just have to try it anyway. Time to go for it. You grit your teeth and hobbled to the wall. Gripping stone in each shaking hand, you gathered the courage to climb.

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You heaved your damaged leg over the top of the ledge. Finally. You had made it, after an excruciating climb. It had been painful to climb, but also terrifying. You didn’t want to fall again.

You again searched for your comm. Maybe you had dropped it before falling into the hole?

Nothing.

You gave up. You had to move on. Your guts were still hurting. Maybe even more so than initially. But you could only struggle along so fast. Your left leg was definitely broken. You hobbled along, using low hanging branches to support yourself. You headed toward camp very slowly. The light was already fading. You weren’t sure how active the fauna was at night on this planet, and you definitely weren’t prepared to find out alone. You had to make it back before dusk was over.

You struggled for maybe an hour. The distance was reasonably short, but you were badly injured and not even sure if you could make it all the way. You became afraid as the light died and the darkness closed in around you. Nat’ka’pu was right; it was horrifically dark at night here. You stumbled along, walking into trees and tripping over uneven ground. Finally you took your last fall. You couldn’t get up; you were simply in too much pain and too weak from covering the short distance you had made it. Trying to hold back outright terror, you reasoned that Nat’ka’pu now knew you were in trouble. He was looking for you. He was a well experienced tracker, being the Elder in his clan. He’d find you. You somewhat relaxed.

A twig snapped. You waited. Nat’ka’pu?

Only insect chatter.

You waited some more. Then you heard heavy footfalls coming your way. Nat’ka’pu was light of foot. What was this?

Whatever it was circled you slowly, small twigs snapping here and there. It seemed to not mind that you could track its movement. It probably sensed your injury.

A low growl sounded. More circling. You drew your knife. It was the only thing you had to defend yourself with, aside from your bare hands. An extended growl sounded from very close behind you. You whimpered, scrambling to turn to face it. By the time you had, you had heard it circle around to be behind you again. Fear clutched your heart like a crushing hand.

You turned your head, straining to see anything. But it was dark and quiet and terrifyingly calm.

It charged you. You heard it coming like a freight train. It roared.

Wait, that was a familiar roar. A scuffled ensued in the dark. You heard Nat’ka’pu’s aggressive clicks and roars as he and the Thing tore at each other. You heard a tree branch crack. Screaming, yelping, then silence. Terrible silence. You called out into the dark.

“It’s okay.” The sound was right in your ear. Startled, you yelled and fell backwards. You laid there weakly as Nat’ka’pu crooned to you, “It’s okay, small one. I’m here. The Mnumu is not a threat anymore. Now, let me see.” You heard him clicking through the different visions in his helmet. Finally he growled and clicked softly. Gentle hands reached out and scooped you up.

“We’re not far from the ship. We’ll be there in no time.” You felt him stand and turn and begin walking rapidly.

“Am I… am I okay?” You asked weakly, feeling dizzy.

“…yes.” He didn’t elaborate. You knew you were in trouble. You felt him hug you to himself slightly more tight than before.

Suddenly a great screaming echoed through the forest. It was followed by several other distinct cries. A group of Mnumu?

Great crashing sounds came from behind. They gained on you at a frightening speed. Nat’ka’pu set you down on something bushy and soft. “Stay awake. I need to deal with these.” You heard his laser cannon activate. He turned to face them and let out a bone shaking roar. An explosion went off. In the brief light, you saw Nat’ku’pu grappling with two huge Mnumu. Then all was dark again. Only the gnashing of teeth and sounds of battle let you know what was going on.

Something screamed in pain. Something else roared in anger. Nat’ka’pu uttered a ferocious growl. Then all was breaking tree limbs and grunting. Something heavy fell in the forest. All was suddenly shockingly still. You heard whimpering. Then quiet. All was horribly quiet.

“My heart, are you okay?” Nat’ka’pu sounded strange.

“Yes,” you called out, arms outstretched. You were rewarded with warm clicks and a strong embrace. “Come, little one. We need to go.” You had started to feel cold. You knew you needed to go now.

You felt something warm drip on you as Nat’ka’pu ran through the forest, carrying you in a protective embrace. “Nat’ka,” you called him by your nickname for him, “are you bleeding?”

“A little,” he confessed, still with a strange tone to his voice.  You wondered how bad it was for him. Cold suddenly grabbed your body like a wet blanket. You whimpered for Nat’ka. He growled to you, “Stay awake. My little warrior. You are going to be fine.” You believed him, and kept your eyes open as long as you could. But, they were so heavy…

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“Up, up. Up.” You were being shaken.

You realized you had slipped into dangerous unconsciousness. Whimpering softly, you reached towards Nat’ka’s voice.

Large hands grabbed yours. “Here, I’m here, little warrior. You’re so brave. Now, stay awake for me.”

Pain spiked up your left leg all the way up your spine. Sniffling, you tried to ask what was going on. “Are we on the ship? Are we safe? Did you—“ you babbled.

Nat’ka’pu grumbled softly as his hands worked over your leg. “Your bone is protruding. It will be okay, but this is gonna hurt.” ”What will?” Crunch! You screamed in pain as Nat’ka responded, “That. Now your bone is back in alignment in your body.” He squirted sterile liquid all over your leg. It burned. You wriggled in utter agony, your guts still hurting badly. You realized you had to tell Nat’ka.

“My stomach is hurting. I think I hurt it in the fall too.” ”Fall? What happened?” He continued to work calmly. 

“Uh, I uh slipped and fell into a ravine.”

He grumbled, “Ooomans so heavy footed.”’

Finally you realized the strange tone in Nat’ka’s voice. He was in pain. “Are you wounded?” You tried to sit up to evaluate him. You groaned, too weak and shaky to even lift your head up.

“Yes. It’s not too bad though. Just a bite on my shoulder.” He carefully palpated your stomach until you yelled out. “Right there! It hurts right there,” you panted.

“Okay. Let’s get you in the medscanner. Your leg is repaired for the moment. But this pain could be serious.” He gently scooped you up again. You closed your eyes, guts churning and feeling shaken and battered. As he carried you, your heavy eyelids closed again.

*** ”I’m fine; really,” you assured your friend. She clicked dubiously. “You’re on one leg and your organs are bruised. I dunno if I’d classify that as ‘okay,’ really.” ”Well. I’m alive. And walking. Nat’ka’pu took good care of me.”

A snarl sounded from behind you. You and your friend both turned to face Skemte. He clicked his mandibles derisively. “I see Nat’kapu almost lost his pet. So frail, this soft meat.” He shoved you. Your buddy had to grab you to keep you from falling over. Just as you both were complaining, you heard a furious roar the likes of which you had never heard before. Who was that? You swiveled your neck sharply to just in time see Nat’ka midair. He was targeting Skemte, your erstwhile bully. You snapped your head around to watch the impact as the Elder Yautja pummeled the younger. There was no mercy.

Skemte shrieked and whined, “I didn’t see you there! I didn’t mean anything by it!” Nat’ka’pu stopped, but boxed Skemte’s ears as he growled, “Any attack against them is a one against me, understand?” Skemte nodded, barely able to stand after the beating. Nat’ka let him go and focused his attention on you. “Are you okay?” ”Yeah,” you grumbled, embarrassed you were so impaired at the moment.

He gently grabbed you. “Let’s go; I want to talk to you…” You both thanked your friend for their help. Turning, you felt Na’ta’pu wrap a powerful arm around your slighter form.

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“So, what do you want to discuss?” You asked, once you had reached your shared quarters. ”Oh, nothing, I just wanted to bring you back here so you could rest. I need to watch over you better right now; I can’t believe I let Skemte blindside you like that.” He growled, eyes dark.

“I’m okay,” you reassured. He gently put his forehead to yours. “But you could definitely be better. So, lie down and take a nap. I can see you’re tired. I’ll be here the whole time, watching you.”

Smiling, you laid down slowly, your body complaining. Once comfortable, Nat’ka’pu tucked you in. Sitting next to you, he ran a hand lightly over your head. Purring a lullaby, he soothed you to sleep.

[eruden-writes]

The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 22 (Yautja x Human)

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CW: Violence, blood, death.

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

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

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

And what happens afterwards?

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Confusion settled over Rayelle's thoughts at Tai'dqei's single word command. Run? Why? There wasn't any danger, any longer.

"Why? Zav's taken care of and no one else is-" Rayelle cast a wary look around, wondering if there were other dangers lurking in the shadows. Dangers that would make the yautja tell her to flee.

Tai'dqei took a step forward, barely restraining himself. A strong urge to grab Rayelle and bring her close to him bit along his arms. Under that urge, another seethed, desiring to lose himself inside her. To hear her sounds, while she was caught in the throes of pleasure. To feel her clench around him as her nails raked over his skin. Claws of instinct and heat sunk into him, threatening to tear his self-control apart.

"You. Hit. Me." He bit out each word, trying to put meaning into every syllable. Please, let her remember. Let her understand. Between the adrenaline of the fight and dispatching so many enemies, his instincts were riding hard in his head. Like rivers of sparking electricity, sinking deep into his muscles.

Her striking him, after everything, didn't help his self-control.

"It was an accide-!" Rayelle started to snap, before a memory of Tai'dqei's own words ricocheted through her head.

"One yautja mating ritual is meant to assess the capabilities of a mate by gaining their attention and then running. Challenging them to a different sort of hunt."

She wheeled her attention back to Tai'dqei, her heart skipping at the realization. He stood stiff, fighting something inside himself. Like a dog trying so hard to be good and not gobble up a treat. Heat flared up her body and warmed her face. Rayelle stared at him, in the fading in-and-out light. Tai'dqei was covered in blood of various hues, including his own. Scratches and dents marred his armor.

Before he even intercepted Zav, Tai'dqei had engaged with who-knew-how-many others. How many had he dispatched or incapacitated? How many had he tied up for others to deal with? How much victory had he seen and how did that play into his instinctive urges?

Her mouth fell open, snapped closed, before opening again to say something. But a small contingent of other humans scurried around the corner, each armed with some sort of makeshift weapon.

"Rayelle! What's going on?" Lisa demanded, hoisting a crowbar swiped from the staff's "infirmary." Her eyes wheeled around, seeking immediate dangers, overlooking the hulking armored alien and the grass-scented dead Florizian in the red-black lighting.

Before Rayelle could answer, Abe noticed Zav's decimated form. His free hand half-covering his mouth as the shovel he held in the other drooped. "Oh lord, what's that?"

"Forget that, who're they?" Bette pointed her rolling pin at Tai'dqei, suspicion painted across her features. She looked ready to attack if Rayelle said the word.

With eyes so wide, they nearly popped out of his face, a pale-faced Mizan softly gasped from behind Abe, "Is that a yautja?"

The appearance of the others eased the tension in Tai'dqei. Good. Their human audience dampened the hunger in him. Not entirely, but enough to keep him from straining against his own self-control.

"Are you all done now?" Rayelle snapped, her hands planted on her hips when there was a lull in the rapid-fire questions. When it appeared they were, she pointed to the yautja with her thumb. "That is Tai'dqei. The yautja that ferried me here."

"Him?" Sandra gasped, her eyes almost as wide as Mizan's. Though her expression couldn't exactly be considered fearful, Rayelle acknowledged, as the housewife's eyes certainly dipped down and up Tai'dqei's armored form.

Bette eased from her offensive stance, mirroring Sandra's assessing look before giving an appreciative hum.

Tai'dqei's mandibles flexed as they spoke, not noticing how the others stared at him. He was used to most humans fearing him, given history. And if these were time-displaced humans, their attention was going to be apprehension, no matter the situation.

No, his mind gnawed on the fact Rayelle had told the other humans about him. The only question was if it was good or bad. Likely both, he decided in an attempt to neither get too hopeful or too dire.

"What's going on, Tai'dqei?" Rayelle's question shook Tai'dqei from his thoughts.

He glanced up at her, finding she hadn't moved any closer to her human companions. She stayed rooted in the spot she'd been when they arrived, between them and him. Though her outstretched hand, seemingly intent to touch him, hung by her side now. A part of him bristled, preferring the thought of her hand touching him than not. He shoved the thought away.

Tai'dqei gave what almost sounded like a frustrated clicking sound - though Rayelle doubted it was due to her question - before replying to her. "You messaged me. I came."

"What about the others?" She motioned to Zav, highlighting the implication she was talking about the other aliens. Rayelle had to fight to ignore the pleasant heat that churned up her at his answer. It had been as simple as that, had it? She communicated her concerns, so he came.

"Many are dead. Other incapacitated." Tai'dqei rolled his shoulders, absentmindedly, as he glanced around the corridor. Rayelle didn't miss how, even clad in his armor, the movement highlighted his musculature. It made the corners of her lips threaten a smile, wondering if he had done that intentionally or without thinking.

It was that ghost of a smile on her lips that made Tai'dqei realize what he was doing. He forced his body to still, even though the desire to move - to do certain things - made him fidgety. "Reinforcements will be here soon. I apprised them of the situation in a transmission."

"Other yautja?" Rayelle ignored the slight whine Mizan gave, obviously their experience with the alien race alive and well in their head.

Tai'dqei ignored how one of the humans whimpered, answering simply, "Yes."

"Okay." A tension in Rayelle's shoulders eased. She didn't want to say it outloud, considering the stories she had heard from later generations, but her trust was low for other non-humans. Even if Tai'dqei was an exception, she still felt better knowing it was only yautja coming. Others likely didn't hold the same relief.

Turning to the other thankfully silent humans, she nodded back down the hall, toward the direction of the bunker. "You all go back to the shelter."

"What about you?" Bette asked, raising her eyebrows. The woman's expression made Rayelle feel like a teenager again, being silently called out for being in a closed room alone with their boyfriend.

"Tai'dqei and I have some things to discuss." A blush flared over her cheeks as she explained, trying to indicate to Bette, through her own raised eyebrows, to shut-the-fuck-up. She ignored how Lisa snorted at her answer or the looks the others gave her.

"Now?" Sandra wrinkled her nose, though it was hard to miss the amusement on her lips.

Taking a deep breath, Rayelle closed her eyes and tried not to sound so annoyed with her own people. "Remember what I said of yautja rituals? I accidentally hit him with the extinguisher."

Rayelle opened her eyes, just in time to see Sandra's lips form an 'o' before she nodded and scurried off. If it wasn't for the red light, Rayelle would have guessed the woman blushed fiercely. The others quickly followed after, save for Lisa, who lingered with a shit-eating grin on her lips. "So, if you scream, should we-"

"Lisa, I swear to fuck! Just go!" Rayelle nearly snarled, jabbing a finger in the direction of the bunker. At that, Lisa cackled and trotted off.

Glaring after Lisa, Rayelle was grateful that the punk hadn't decided to linger or try to eavesdrop on them. However, with the peanut gallery of her people gone, silence slipped in. It weighed heavily over Rayelle and Tai'dqei, as the lights faded through a handful of red-black cycles. When her attention turned slowly back to Tai'dqei, she realized this 'talk' should likely wait.

Both of them were covered in blood, her clothing ripped in places. Scratches and cuts littered her body. The blood encrusted fire extinguisher weighed heavily in her hand.

Tai'dqei appeared in worse condition, though the threshold was likely larger for a yautja compared to a human. Parts of his netting were ripped or completely missing, his armor dented and scraped, large smears of blood coated him. She wasn't even sure if he was badly injured or not. If he was, he didn't act like it, but Rayelle suspected that no yautja would, especially high on battle fervor.

"You should go," he finally growled, still not stepping closer to her, not trusting himself. He had to fight himself just to say those words. Her excuse to the others had stirred wonderful carnal heat in him, but Tai'dqei stuffed it down. She wasn't going to humor his instincts, wasn't going to let him rut her right there. Not in the state either of them were in. "Whatever needs to be discussed can be addressed later."

She looked up at him, her expression appraising and unreadable. He tensed as she stepped closer, the muscles tightening down his back. Intuitively, he was preparing for something. What it was, however, he wasn't sure.

Whatever considerations she had about waiting dissipated. Between her surgeries and arriving at the resort, she had stalled. Trying to make sense of her feelings toward the yautja man, so capable and comfortable with killing. Their time apart had given her perspective, understanding.

In this moment, they were here. Together. The danger - according to Tai'dqei - was handled for the moment. Zav, the likely ringleader, was dead. Their little audience had finally retreated to safety. The calvary was on the way.

Rayelle took another step closer to him and had to bite down a laugh as Tai'dqei seemed ready to stumble backward a step. Tilting her chin up, narrowing her eyes while still smiling, she demanded, "Why?"

"You know why." He growled, clearly frustrated. The frayed ropes of his restraint were ready to snap as she took another step closer.

Rayelle's smile widened a little further. He was trying so hard to be good, to not touch her, he completely overlooked her signals. Then again, maybe her signals were foreign to him, considering they were completely different species. Still, she tilted her head to the side, licking her lips before pressing further, "Do I?"

"Ye-" A sudden splurt of foam from the extinguisher caught him in the face. An annoyed rumble vibrated from his chest as he reached up and swiped the mess from his mask's smooth visor. Only to catch sight of Rayelle dropping the extinguisher, turning, and running.

She was fucking running.

Tai'dqei didn't even get a chance to stop himself. No thought lit between his brain and feet as he took off after her. With a snarl, he charged, quickly gaining ground. The second she heard him start rushing after her, excitement prickled through her veins.

The excitement sparked as she sensed, more than felt, a hand reach for her hoodie's hood. A bead of mild disappointment, at the game being short-lived, pulsed through her.

But it didn't have to be that way, she realized.

As Tai'dqei triumphantly closed his clawed fingers around her hood, prepared to yank her back against his chest, Rayelle writhed out of the jacket. She slipped from one sleeve and spun, sharply turning to slip from the other sleeve.

A half-snarl, half-hiss left the yautja as he instantly dropped the hoodie, wasting no time to lunge for the woman. He only barely missed snagging Rayelle as she turned a corner and his boots slipped in a pool of blood.

There was a brief second of confusion, as the sound of his boots faltered and skidded, a dull thump against a solid surface. Glancing over her shoulder, she had to bite back a laugh. Even in the fading red light, she could see him push off the wall he had slid into, a smear of blood that trailed from a puddle the evident culprit to Tai'dqei's fumble.

Was he so focused on her, he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings? The prickle of excitement jolted, piquing sudden and high.

Ducking and dodging through the wartorn Rerli 3 resort, Rayelle only caught glimpses of disaster between bumbling through darkness. Over spilled carts, around large fallen foes, and under vents torn from the ceiling. Tai'dqei had certainly done a number on the place, if that was all his doing.

Some of the damage had to be from other humans, fighting to survive. Part of her knew that. But that part was quickly being shoved to the wayside as delight and hormones took over. There'd be time to worry and fret and grieve later.

Right now, she just wanted to steal some time with Tai'dqei. Even if running away from him appeared counter intuitive to that. More than once, she stumbled and gasped, sure that Tai'dqei would descend on her in her mistake.

Being larger, Tai'dqei had to take more care moving around a building clearly made for human-sized entities. The bulk of his armor slowed him down, catching on debris or bodies skewered to walls or the ceiling. It was utterly infuriating.

Further, whatever Rayelle had sprayed at him was playing havoc with his helmet's thermal sensor. Though, he supposed running into that wall hadn't helped, either. A background thought noted he'd have to get it repaired.

Either way, it made following her movements in the emergency lighting aggravating. Even as she staggered on occasion, whatever ground he gained was lost as the world habitually plunged into darkness. Without his thermal visor, the shadows forced him to slow lest he make another ill-thought mistake and lose her completely.

The longer he followed her, the worse the heat in him grew. As frustrating as the situation was, as ridiculous as he felt for blundering, Tai'dqei was determined to scratch this fucking itch. It gnawed at him for too long. The hunger for her ached through him, spraying fire over his nerves and making it difficult to think logically, to plan, to defend against Rayelle's own tricks.

His thoughts whorled around her. How she'd feel under his hands, under him. Her softness, her heat, the sounds she'd make. An excited growl perpetually caught in his throat as he plunged on, this time not slowing as the lights dimmed.

Rayelle's desperate feet wove the way back to the 1990s and 2000s areas, trying to recall the mental map she had of Rerli's resort. She nearly ran by the door she sought, but she thankfully saw it in the last second of red light.

She ducked through it and into the strangely quiet and seemingly untouched library. Once the lights bathed the world in red again, Rayelle picked up her pace. Racing through the stacks, she tried to remain silent on her feet and attempted to not drip any gore on the library's offerings.

She wasn't exactly sure where to go, just yet. For now, she was just leading Tai'dqei on a chase. That seemed the important part, she figured. It got the blood pumping, the heart racing, anticipation rising. At least, that's what it was doing for her.

Thoughts of what would happen when Tai'dqei did get his hands on her plagued her under-thoughts, as her forethoughts tried to find the next obstacle to make the chase satisfying.

The door slammed open just as she made it three-quarters of the way across the library, to the door on the opposite side of the room. Slapping a hand over her mouth, quieting her gasp, Rayelle ducked down. In a crouch, she moved quietly until the bulk of a desk shielded her.

"Rayelle!" Tai'dqei barked, sending a shiver down her spine as his authoritative tone rattled her bones. His own pace slowed as he peered around. The room appeared to be a cache for books in tall shelving units. So tall, it easily hid Rayelle from view.

Further frustration pulled a growl from his throat.

Coming up to a shelf, he eyed the books. Flashes of memory flickered in his head, from his time with Rayelle, watching her bent over a book and reading. Tai'dqei gave a thoughtful click, as an idea struck him. Working off a theory, he snatched a book off its shelf, flipping it open. After one last glance around, finding no hint of Rayelle, he experimentally tore a few pages.

For a wild second, Rayelle tried to make sense of the hissing sound. It sounded familiar, but nothing dangerous. Realization struck her like a truck and her eyes widened.

Was he tearing pages out of the book?!

Jumping up from her hunkered down spot, losing the protection of a desk, she yelled at him, "Tai'dqei, don't you dare!"

His attention snapped toward the movement before she had even called out. Tai'dqei chittered with satisfaction. Forgotten, the book carelessly dropped to the carpet as he bolted toward her.

A yelp squeezed through her lips as she darted the final feet toward the door, bounding over the threshold and slamming it shut behind her. She doubted the yautja would cause further destruction in the library. There was no doubt in Rayelle's mind he'd only damaged the book to rile her. She only hoped it wasn't something valuable or irreplaceable.

If so, Tai'dqei was going to get a tongue lashing after this was all over.

She had barely stepped out into the hall when the door knot behind her rattled. Her heart leapt in her throat as her feet carried her fast down the hall, not caring how heavy her footsteps thudded against the tiles. Desperately, she looked around for another destination. There'd be little obstruction for Tai'dqei's pursuit in the hallway.

Faint relief swelled as her eyes landed on the kitchen's swinging doors. Swerving toward the door, she pushed through, hearing Tai'dqei gaining behind her. An excited apprehension nipped across her nerves, once more. The sensation dropping deep into her center.

Rayelle careened into the community kitchen, skirting the large island in the middle of the room. Tai'dqei burst in before the kitchen doors even closed and Rayelle turned to face him. She was painfully aware of heat rising in both her face and her core.

"Got you," he growled with pride, hands flexing at his sides as his steps slowed. Now, he walked like a big cat, eyeing its prey. And he was going to certainly enjoy eating her up. Even now, he imagined he could taste her sweetness on his tongue.

Rayelle's heart skittered in her chest, the blush worsening across her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths, but delight burned through her. Even if she wanted to, even if she hadn't been running, Rayelle wasn't sure she could calm her breathing. Electricity snapped in the air around her, both tempting her to give in and continue running.

Tipping her chin up, she tried to sound firm, a teasing half-smile crooked at her lips. "I don't think I'll let you catch me just yet."

A chuff of a laugh left the yautja and he moved further into the room, his steps measured and precise. He let loose another growl, his mandibles flexing. How to go about this, he wondered, a litany of raunchy scenarios playing out in his mind's eye.

As his brain fed him hormone-drenched thoughts, Rayelle's mind noticed his growl didn't possess an undertone of irritation or anger, like when he was fighting Zav. This growl felt playful, somehow. A cascade of quivering heat slid down her spine, as it had when he taunted her in the seat.

Her thoughts stuttered to a halt as Tai'dqei skillfully hopped up onto the island in one jump. His weight thumped hard on the counter. With an alarm curse, she pushed back against the far corner, though her eyes remained on his form.

The surprise turned into a cackle of amusement as, in his intense focus on getting to her, Tai'dqei hadn't noticed the ceiling rack of dangling pots.

Lips of metal pots caught onto the edges between his plates of armor, making him hiss and spit with displeasure. Once he was free of one implement, three more would tangle or bang noisily against him.

Thanking her lucky stars, Rayelle wasted no time racing around the island and the entangled yautja. His frustrated snarls followed her through yet another door and into a new hall. Rayelle's laughter, trailing behind her, sent a stab of impatient fire through Tai'dqei. With an annoyed howl, he grabbed the rack itself and yanked hard.

Parts of plaster and ceiling rained down, as Tai'dqei broke the rack free. A cacophony filled the air as pans and pots and metal utensils littered the floor. Tai'dqei didn't notice any of it. His fiery gaze turned in the direction Rayelle had gone as he tossed the rack against a far wall.

Before the rack and wall made an intimate impact, Tai'dqei launched himself off the island and raced after Rayelle.

He knew he was making ill-thought mistakes. Part of him was frustrated at his inability to think critically, too distracted by Rayelle to focus, but another part of him enjoyed the chase, her laughter and amusement. Even if it incensed something deep inside him, promising to make the rutting Rayelle was about to receive one she would never forget.

The longer the wait, the sweeter the end result. But he'd waited so long already.

After the clatter - and that howl that churned at her insides - Rayelle heard those familiar footfalls behind her once more. She barely kept from looking back. The worry she'd just stop and let him finish the game clashed against the continuously building desire in her.

But now, she had an idea of where she wished to lead Tai'dqei.

A sharp turn ended in a dead end, with no apparent exits. Rayelle spun on her heel, walking backward as Tai'dqei's steps slowed behind her.

His growl was smug, goading, as his head cocked to the side. "Dead end."

"That doesn't sound very sexy." Rayelle wrinkled her nose as her back nudged against a wall. Her hands reached behind her, looking for the console inlaid into the wall. It had to be there, she thought. Unless she got turned around, which was a possibility. Either result would end the same way, but her mistake only ended the game sooner.

Tai'dqei's response was only a growl and further steps toward her, closing the distance. Part of him waited to see what she'd do, though. Would she submit? Would she fight? Or did she have something else up her sleeve?

Her fingertips finally found the screen and she flashed Tai'dqei a cheeky smile. "Let's try once more."

His confusion morphed into complete surprise as she slipped back into the wall. Timed well, her escape coincided with the lights fading to black.

[jeandejard3n]

Predator: No Time To Bleed

[albertavenator]

I've been struggling to write lately, which fucking sucks. But the last couple days I have been feeling very inspired. I've gotten several thousand words written and all I want to do is go hole up in my office and bang out words until my brain turns to goo. I'm so close to finishing my Predator fic and I have a Malevolent fic in the works.

The fact I have to work is a personal attack. >:(

I just want to write about my blorbos.

[aniwaaqada]

The Crazy

I've been renewed again, with fervor for writing. Like I've boiled over and there's nothing burning at the bottom of the pot. It's almost like, like --it's time now.

I am shaking and shivering myself, from how strongly I feel about this. And at the same time, joy. A secret smile. A hidden light.

A light I go commune with in my imagination. We are becoming quite close and I want to be closer still. I-

I see, some. You know? And I see, and I hope. And I know that I want to do life with my light.

I've arrived and I have never, never in my life, met anyone more important. I pray that we honor each other and that I don't care if I'm crazy. Obsessed. That, life, my life should be lived with you. And that I am so thankful and now so unavailable to anything else.

I am busy and I am following my path. Imma be writing til 90. Let me use my time wisely. I have many lifes(yes the spelling is intentional) to write. Many concerns I want the world to consider.

And yes, staring at a wall does indeed work, for me at least-- my logic being that once you start staring at the abyss, the abyss stares at you. I would count this too, as writing.

Other than that, I am real annoyed, real life is really interrupting my writing. I am disturbed by it and shocked that I got here. How did I forget about the rest of life?

Am I crazy?

Anywho, peace to the nation.