#taabe fanfic

[velvet-paradox]

Taken (Part Two)

Summary: Things definitely aren't going as planned and you find out there IS something stalking the woods, will it leave you or take you out?

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, reader discretion is advised, established relationship, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, mentions of death, mention of animal death, mentions of blood, animal death, smut, strong language, explicit content, pregnancy talk, kidnapping.

Tagging: @synnersaint @da-zais @maskedforareason @am-1983 @erensbrow @mynameisabsinthe @capondi

ENJOY!!!

Taabe slotted his fingers between your own at the apex of your thighs, resting them against your spread legs. His eyes were closed, clouded in bliss while his mouth worked you over. 

You gasped his name and bucked your hips, only a few others had gotten pussy clearance level like Taabe and he was the only one to do her justice. He was quick to figure you out two years ago, he had a good memory and picked up on cues, even if they were just barely visible to remind himself the next him he was granted permission to taste you.

You arched and wiggled around on the bed. 

"I know petal, I know. Feels good though, doesn't it? Having my tongue on you... mmm, best dessert ever." Your husband, drunk on you already, half moaned against your thigh. He snuck a quick bite of the meat but soothed it with a soft kiss. 

He had a way to make you forget, to clear your mind and wipe the slate clean. You felt him watching you as you ate outside, enjoying the quiet before heading back to the hustle of the city in a few days. Vacations never long enough to thoroughly enjoy, let alone with something preying on animals out here added to the plate. At least if it's an animal or some sick sinister poacher, you two were warm and safe in your cabin.

Taabe moaned against your cunt, poking and proving his tongue with short, pointed licks to your leaking entrance.

He rolled you over at some point, your bodies becoming one tangled, sweating, moaning mess. You cried into the pillows when you felt the blunt head of his cock rub wetly between your folds, the crown of it catching on your entrance. 

You could feel him chuckled when you lifted your rear to hurry and get him inside you. He titled his hips a bit to give him the leverage he need and pushed all the way in, taking his time to bottom out.

"Fuck yes." The wispy ends of his long hair danced over your shoulders.

"Fill me up so good." You held onto the sheets, gathering them up in your hands.

"Mmmm I know petal, you take it like a real champ," Taabe leaned down and kissed the back of your head as he started to move his hips. "You like that don't you, baby? having me work you open for me. Still so fucking wet and skin fucking tight around me."

"Yes. Yes I love it."

Taabe chuckled again, pushing himself up to his elbows and worked himself against you, your slick coating his cock, slipping in and out at a breath punching pace.

"Fucks sake... if I didn't fuck a baby into you last time I sure am tonight!"

You squirmed and mewled for him, one hand leaving the hold on the covers to grab at his bare and thick thigh, nails digging into the meat of his cheek. He praised you, sneaking a hand underneath you to cup your mound, to press and circle your clit to get you off.

"Oh fuck, fuck me just like that. Just like that."

" 'm so fucking deep in your pussy right now, incredible."

You hung your head and tried your best to hold onto the engorging coil in your belly, fire stoked and played with by your thrust husband. "Not gonna' last baby, please. Make me cum, need to cum."

"Oh I know baby, I know. You're doing so fucking well, just hold on a little bit longer. Can you do that for me, petal? Wanna' cum together, I'll fuck you through it."

Taabe was out of breath, panting your name like it was the only thing he knew how to say. You smiled, blissed the fuck out and riding the tidal wave of pleasure and desire. The want to please him and yourself, to cum together. Taabe liked to mention how cock drunk you'd get, now here he was drunk and slurring from your cunt.

....

As if your husband knew what lay ahead, holding your head and nuzzling his smooth face against your own did you hear the foreshadowing words; "Keep an eye out for bears."

You wanted to return the favor as Taabe had done for you that morning, going down to the lake bed wasn't off limits or an unfamiliar route. You wanted to bring him a few rocks to add to your collection back home. You weren't expecting to see two cubs playing and rolling around across the way, so easily. Granted , yes, you were out in the elements, in their surroundings and home of the forest but, every other time you and/or his family had come up to the cabin, you had only seen footprints of bears, not actual, big fuzzy creatures. You ducked and flattened your chest and belly to the grass on your side, the rushing current deterring any other sound.

Fuck.

The two cubs were more preoccupied with tussling amongst themselves then with you, that tipped the scales in your favor but you weren't sure and couldn't see where their mother was. That made you nervous and as much as you willed yourself not to think and worry a fucking hole into the situation about it to cause your heartrate to jump, you couldn't help it.

You inched your way from the tumbling cubs, one pounced on the others' back, chomping lightly on the thick skin of their siblings neck with a cute but terrifying growl.

There was a clicking, almost rattle like behind you. Yet there was nothing there when you stole a chance to look. You quietly rolled along the bank, dirt and grass covering your city-girl scent the longer you and your husband stayed out in the wilderness. An added bonus, you thought, but not good enough.

The next unforeseen roll in the had you yelping as you pinched your back on a storm thrown branch. The little bears stopped in their play, beady eyes searching for the disruption. You held your breath.

Too late.

The loud sniffing of the mama bear thankfully came from the other side of the lake, but still way too close for any inkling of comfort. You pressed your face into the dirt. Shitshitshitshit.

It wasn't enough. You took a peek and unfortunately caught the eye of the giant bear, she stood up on her hind legs and roared. You'd been spotted. It was far too late and well overdue to try and yell and clack the rocks you'd found together to frighten her away. Your heart lurched into your throat. She roared again and wobbled a bit into the rushing water.

You jerked at the burly sight, another unfortunate event which made her snuffle the air again. That strange clicking clicked behind you and instead of looking for its' source you carefully pulled the long, flat grass and slipped into the water. Maybe, just maybe if you kept a low profile you could use the current to your advantage and coast along with it. If you could just cover your mouth, these waters were jagged like teeth from the rocks that had tumbled down. It would shred your clothes and your body, bears can smell blood...

Mama bear dropped down onto all fours then, another roar and gnashing of her teeth echoed as a few rocks tumbled into the water behind you. Knowing to never turn your back on a beast, let alone one in the absolute wild, you took your chance and hopped up in the middle of the lake and bolted. Your panicked splashing on two legs was drowned out by her four.

You didn't scream. You didn't dare scream even though every joint in your body willed you to. Even when you heard that clicking sound.

There was a well built beaver dam just ahead, the mama bear close behind and you felt the rush of her air and speed and chose to dive under the current. Catching the hole the (thankfully!) plump beaver had built you pulled yourself through the thick lake mud, coating your body and clothing. The bear rushed up to the dam, a harsh wave in her flurry doused you with water as you covered your mouth, terrified of the gnashing teeth and razor sharp claws.

....

Your clothes were ruined, your body still reeling and shaking from the encounter of a fucking lifetime. It was so big, so ravenous. Your socks were squishy and the evening air made you shiver as you held yourself and made it back to the cabin.

Without a care in the world you watched Taabe hum to himself in the doorway of the kitchen, moving a light tune coming from an old radio that until now, you were certain was for decoration only.

The smell of sautéed onions filled your noise, better than the dirt and grim from the lake bed.

Your steps were soggy.

Taabe moved from one side of the kitchen to the other, only stopping with a genuine smile when he caught sight of you. But that quickly changed and he was rushing towards you, you couldn't hear what he was saying but his facial expressions were frantic as he shook you.

"Hey hey! petal, what's wrong? what happened?"

You came to and stared at your husband, he cupped your face.

"It's not... not safe out there."

"What? what happened? jeez, you're fucking soaked! let's get you out of these clothes before you get sick." Taabe helped you into the bathroom, the two of you just barely fit as he sat you down on the toilet and he helped take off your socks and shoes.

You stood under the water, watching the dirt glide down the drain. You wanted to scrub the junk from under your nails, images of what happened or could have happened by the lake flashed behind your eyes every time you shut your eyes.

Fur. Fangs. Claws. Blood.

"Here," your husband softly said with a steaming mug of tea, sitting you down on the couch, wrapped in an oversize hoodie and spare sweats. "Do you feel better?"

"Better would be an understatement," you chuckled without humor. "We should go."

"Why? did you run into someone out there?"

"No. Not exactly," you took a hot sip and let it warm through you before turning to look at him next to you, concern on laden on his eyes and mouth. "There's something out there, Taabe."

"What did you see?"

You took a shaky breath and another sip before explaining. 

"... it was massive, bigger than the mama bear and twice, no... ten times as ferocious! it was like I could only make out half of its' frame, like it was shrouded with something. It made this terrible clicking sound and killed that bear, right next to me in the lake. Swiped it right open. Blood went everywhere, it covered its' head with it," you recalled with a shiver, seeing something so grisly up close made your mouth water. "I was lucky it was preoccupied so I could get out of that dam and coast down stream."

Taabe wiped his mouth.

"It wasn't from here... or maybe it was but-- it's face..."

Taabe looked at you then, taking the warm mug from your hands. "What about it?"

"It was like..." you brought up both hands and pinched them together. "Like pincers or mandibles. Not like--"

"Mandibles" Taabe took a long drink of your tea and set it down on the coffee table. "Yautja."

"What?"

"Yautja. The elders used to tell us stories about them, warned us about them, tried to frighten us before bed so we'd come home on time, in fear of getting caught in one of their nets. They're hunters, predators," Taabe gave you a curious look as he spoke. "You weren't a threat to it."

"What does that mean?"

"That's why you were able to escape it. They're supposed to have these helmets that can sus out the nearest threat, it only challenges something the deem worthy of a fight. To the death. Thankfully then, the bear was revved up because of her cubs being close to you, it attacked her and not you."

"Do you think it would follow me then, follow me here!" you jumped up and ran to the door and locked it, even though it was already locked up tight. 

"No petal, you weren't a threat. It wouldn't track you unless you meant harm to it." Taabe was after you, his warm hands on your shoulders. "You're safe now. But you're right, if that Yautja is out there we should leave."

"Taabe, I'm scared."

"I know, petal. Lucky for you, you have an incredibly brave and capable husband." He chuckled at your guff of approval, hugging him tightly when he turned you around.

He was right but you were still nervous about that thing outside, the name of it circling your head like tiny, cartoon birds.

Yautja.

....

You couldn't sleep. Quick flash images of that bipedal creature, with it's claws and working jaw, drinking blood, no doubt the creature that took down those buffalo. Took trophies. That unexplainable sound, the clicking.

You sighed and got out of bed, mindful of a soundly sleeping Taabe beside you. He snorted when you placed the hand that was on your hip, to the mattress and went to the window.

Wind blew through the trees, the moon shone brightly between the gaps in the leaves. You hoped that it didn't follow you, that whatever heat signature you'd left wasn't enough for it to catch on to your heat.

"What're doin'?"

You looked over your shoulder, no matter the season Taabe was one to sleep shirtless, and rubbed his jaw on his shoulder.

"Can't sleep."

You just caught a small smile on his face. "Thought so. Want me to eat you out again?"

You chuckled. "Really?"

"Yes really," he preened in the darkness. "You know I'll do it just for fun."

"You're insatiable."

"Isn't that why you married me?" He joked and patted your empty side of the bed.

"No," you left the window and climbed back into bed, wrapping your limbs around him. "I married you for your cock, not your mouth."

"Yeah right." Taabe laughed and kissed you. "You're a terrible liar."

Your husband was right, you weren't any good at fibbing or white lies, even omissions made you sick and you had an eager need to confess when you did. Taabe had you out of your mind, nothing of what happened at the lake made any coherent sense as he spread your legs apart, his mouth seeking out any flesh he could get his lips and blunt ends of his teeth on once he got those sweatpants off. 

Nipping the chunky flesh of your inner thigh, groping the outsides of them as he navigated his tongue between your folds. Taking his time to capture your inner labia between his lips, making you arch and reveal that part of yourself.

"Baby, you read me like a book..."

Taabe nodded against you, hooking his arms and hands around your hips, an attempt to slow your wriggling. Your labored breathing like music to his ears, you could tell he couldn't help himself and nor you as he left your pussy wanting more, rolling you onto your side, his hand beneath your shirt as the other pulled down his own pants and rutted against you. Slipping hotly between your wetness, gathering what wetness he could before plunging himself deep in one fluid, rocking motion. You mewled and bit at the sheets.

....

It's noticeable how quiet the woods are, no chirping, nothing. You hoisted your bag over your shoulder, following your husband down the path to your car, to sanctuary. A leak but safe air hung around as you walked, noting the empty headed skulls of animals laid at your feet, bloody pools that stunk. Even small creatures were considered a threat apparently.

Taabe cut down a few wiry vines and bushes along the way, making way for your feet. You trudged behind him then stopped when that clicking sounded again. You stopped and looked around. Nothing in sight, you kept on until a single, thick metal arrow nearly clipped your ear.

You ducked and grabbed for your partner.

His wild eyes told you to be silent, a single finger to his lips as he crept a bit further, telling you to stay put.

Peering around, another arrow shot out, just beside you into a fallen log. You held your breath.

The clicking sound was deafening, covering your ears after tapping where Taabe had slipped through your fingers. You called his name as another arrow came flying through the air, ducking down as you had by the lake you made out the creature. The monster. The Yautja. Sizable and menacing it sniffed around, its' bone helmet seeked you both out behind the brush.

Taabe circled back and attempted a headlock, your husband was big but not big enough to engross the predator. Taabe landed on his back with a grunt, fishing for his weapons when you clapped, trying to get its' attention. It snarled and started towards you in heavy, thick strides. 

"Petal! iNo!"

The scary creature chased you down the hill, even when you tumbled and rolled, kicking up dirt and debris. Vines roots roots tore your sleeves as you landed in a small clearing. You caught your breath and ran, zig zagging through trunks and brush untii you thought you were out of reach.

You tucked and rolled behind a thick fallen log, catching what you could for breath. Taabe threw his hatchet towards it, landing into the trunk with a CHUNK.

The air was stifling, a fog of heaviness leaves you panting for breath, hidden behind the log. Another arrow hit the trunk of the tree in front of you, scrambling back you knock your head against the barrier. Tears have long spilled from your eyes. You're exhausted. You're desperate. The safety of your car miles and miles away by now seemed hopeless. You'd die out here.

You didn't dare look behind you, the sounds of Taabe grunting and fighting, whooping when he'd made a direct hit. You did steal a glance when it grew quiet.

Peering just over the log you watched the alien beast turn in circles, Taabe wasn't in your line of sight but you knew he was around. The creature made that clicking sound again, with a rush of leaves Taabe came running full speed, an attempt to spear the thing with its' own arrow your husband had plucked at some point.

Taabe broke through its' skin, it gave out a terrible screech as Taabe used the talon sharp edge to slice at its' legs. He came quickly to your side of the tree, hiding behind the opposite side, out of breath and waiting.

The alien stomped and roared. Taabe hopped over the log to you, a few scratches slashed his face and hands, you'd have to disinfect them with that little emergency kit Naru had given you for Christmas last year.

"This is as far as I go. No more." Taabe grabbed your hand, bloody and covered with muck, he gave it a squeeze. He gripped the hilt of his hatchet with the other. "This is it."

"What? no no no don't say that."

"It thinks I am the threat; not you."

No. This was wrong. Taabe wasn't supposed to use those words unless he meant them, and surely he didn't mean them now. He'd be willing to do just about anything for the comfort and safety of hiss family and friends, you were certainly more than that. He couldn't mean them. He just couldn't!

"No! We're supposed to do all things together, Taabe."

"And we are, petal."

"I don't want you to--"

"You can't go where I'm going," he cupped your face, squishing your cheeks like he'd always done, assurance that you weren't able to say anything further. His glassy brown eyes told you more than his voice ever could as he pressed his forehead to yours. "Not yet."

"Taabe!"

"Take care of our family." His kiss was feverish and on the verge of being sloppy. It tasted salty. "I love you petal."

"No Taabe wait!"

He didn't.

He let out a war cry and went to fight another round. Only this time you scrambled up after him. You took out your blade and made your way to help but... the predator was choking Taabe with both claws, hefting him up into the air. Your husband kicked and scratched at the gnarled hands, his hair shaking from side to side.

You screamed his name and they both turned to you. The alien snarled and moved out of the way when you took aim and chucked your blade at it, it stuck into the meat of its' thigh.

Taabe held out his hand for you to stay put. You aren't the threat...

As the creature looked at you, he gave Taabe a hard shake by the neck and tossed him like a used tissue, Taabe's head hit a tree funny and made a sickening sound. The laid limp and still face first in the dirt. 

Your scream was shrill and terrible.

Through your hysterics and shock you fell to the ground, a mechanical hiss sounded behind you. Large footfalls crunched the branches and debris on the ground, the Yautja Taabe mentioned, bent on to its' haunches and looked over your husbands' body.

Its' large clawed hand cupped the back of his head and you screamed.

"No! you leave him whole," the Yautja, without it's bone-like mask tilted its' head to you. You swallowed and got your bearings, what was left of your nerves and at this point without your husband, you had nothing to lose. Its' features completely foreign with or without the armor. And maybe it would kill you too. "He needs to be whole."

The beast looked down at Taabe, longer than what was comfortable. You wiped your face and eyes.

"You should be proud to have a warrior for a mate, he was a worthy opponent."

You felt your knees weaken at the low timbre and sound of this alien creature speaking to you. In English and not some garbled space language.

"You... Y-you can talk."

It looked at you and took its' hand off your husbands' skull. "Of course."

"And you understand..."

It nodded.

"Fuck you," you shook out and stumbled to your feet, kicking up some dirt and leaves as you marched up to it. "Fuck you! You took my partner you big fuck," you pushed his scaly flesh but he didn't even move, just gave you a curious look. "You-- he was my husband! My Taabe and you just... fuck you."

"Apologies little one, just know he will make a fine-"

"He won't make a 'fine' anything! If you need a fucking trophy take this instead," you spat on shoulder, again he didn't make a move as you crouched down, stroking Taabe's fine hair. You'd never feel them between your fingers again, to help wash and condition it in your shower back home. Home seemed so far away. You sniffled and blinked the tears that slipped out, splotching on the ground as you dug in Taabe's back pocket, fishing out his keepsake.

You held it to your chest and rolled it over one final time in your hand. "Here. This is Taabe's trophy, he earned it on his first hunt with his father."

The alien took the leather wrapped antler, it looked puny in his palm, the nail of his thumb was damn near twice the size. He sniffed it and his mandibles twitched, they looked insanely sharp and just as menacing as he did when he stood at its' full height. To your surprise he gave it back to you.

"You keep it."

"Why? Taabe said you guys are head hunters, collect trophies."

"We do," he stood, slowly and placed his mask he was clutching with his other claw, back on, tubular almost dreads swaying over his shoulder. "As I said; your mate was worthy. Which means so are you."

"Huh?"

"You'll make a better trophy, I can put you on display for my brothers and sisters."

"What? No. I'd rather you kill me."

"That can be arranged."

Without so much as another peep the alien grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Your piercing screams and flailing didn't slow the alien down, with a stead pace he carried you into the forest, away from Taabe, away from your life, your world. 

"Put me down! No no no," you punched his shoulder and cried, your arms aching to stay with your husband, to hold him. "Taabe!"

The alien grunted out something in another language and punched what looked to be coordinates onto his arm that held you.

"Taabe..."

Tears streamed down your face and your palm felt hot, gripping the bound antler tighter as he carried you away. Through blurry vision and sobs for your partner, you swore you saw him move. Maybe lifted his head a little, one arm out stretched to you on the forest floor.

But you couldn't be sure.

[your-averagewriter]

Hi, can I please request a Taabe x reader where reader is an outsider who has been injured and found near the tribe. Taabe vouches for her and nurses them back to health

Summary: (y/n) is chased by the Predator through a forest and is luckily found by Taabe and taken back to the tribe where her injuries are treated.

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: blood, injury detail, monsters?

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Italics = Comanche

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Stumbling through the forest I trip on a root before falling over. I hiss as my shirt is cut leaving scratch lines across my arms. Sighing and wincing I pull myself back up and try to continue, just trying to put one foot in front of the other. I wipe the sweat off my aching head and look at my hand seeing the red, metallic liquid coating my fingers. 

I feel my head becoming heavy but I refuse to pass out, not in this situation. Something’s chasing me, or it was. A massive creature, taller than any man, with some sort of braids reaching past its shoulders. It was covered in metal, a mask covering its face and plates attached to all parts of its body. It made a clicking sound as it disappeared into the trees, quite literally disappeared - it seemed to just stop existing at the click of a finger.

A stick cracks underneath my feet, I drag my feet behind me then I hear the clicking sound again, It’s back.

I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing is hitched as I try to run. My legs burn as I make myself go forward, my body begging me to stop. I trip over again as I push myself after one of the trees. Still falling to the floor I feel the sharp stones and chunks of wood cutting up my skin

“Arrêt! S'il vous plaît! (Stop! Please!)” I say feeling the tears trickle down my face before a different mysterious man appears in front of me holding a spear. I look up at him before finally passing out. Before I’m out cold I hear the clicking sound again.

A few moments later, it could’ve been minutes or it could have been days, I wouldn’t know. My body’s moving but I’m not walking. I can hear footsteps, they’re in time with the way my body moves. My eyes flutter open as my head rolls around but suddenly I jolt up and look around. My vision is still blurry as I try and identify where I am and what’s happening. 

Wincing, my headaches as I finally re-adjust to waking up. I look up at the man holding me in his arms and feel my stomach drop as I see his forehead covered in blood.

“Que fais-tu? Que ce passe-t-il? (What are you doing? What's happening?)” I ask, startled but he just looks at me confused and holds onto my wrists as I start squirming around. I look at him and how he’s dressed, the dress and patterns of the local tribe. I researched it before I got taken here, culture being one of my interests. I repeat the same questions in Comanche and notice that he seems to understand and then replies.

“I found you in the forest.” He says.

“We’re still in a forest,” I say, drowsiness evident in my voice as my head rolls from side to side.

“I’m taking you to my tribe.” He replies as we emerge from the forest.

I lift my head up and look around. Tipis line the horizon and smoke flies up from the fire. Women and children walk around cooking, and gathering whilst the men are finishing up with their hunting and unpacking their hunts.

“It’s incredible here,” I say in English as I tend to switch in and out of languages routinely.

“It’s pretty.” He replies and I’m a bit shocked that he understands English.

“You speak English?” He nods with a small smile before the rest of the walk is spent in silence.

Heads turn as the man, who I now realise I don’t know the name of, continues carrying me. Suddenly the injuries I suffered start to hurt again, it feels like my skin is on fire. 

I hear whispers in Comanche.

“Who is she?”

“Why is she here?”

“Is she okay?” 

Hushed questions and whispered curiosities. The man walks past all of the people and places me down in one of the tipis.

“Where are you going?” I say starting to feel my heart race at the thought of him just leaving me here even though I don’t even know his name or who he is.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” He says before walking out of the tipi and closing it making sure that the sunlight doesn’t peak through.

I hear speaking outside but it still only takes minutes for me to fall back asleep. 

Sunlight shines through the tipi as someone pulls it open and walks in sitting down by the side of me. Feeling the warmth on my face I blink open my eyes and rub my forehead although not from the pain this time. For some reason, I don’t feel any pain. I look down at my arms and legs and notice the cuts are covered by cloth tied tightly but not too tightly. A piece of cloth decorates my head as well, with a little dangly bit which I tuck behind my ear. 

Sitting up I feel a bit of dizziness in my head but turn to look around and see the man sitting next to me. Jumping slightly, I take a breath before smiling at him slightly.

“Hey.” He says, silently chuckling at me as I jump at seeing him.

“Hi.” I reply. “Did you, umm, do this?” I say indicating to all the pieces of cloth tied to my arms and legs. He nods. “Thanks.” I say running my hand through my hair, untangling a couple of the knots. “What’s your name?” I say after a small pause.

“Taabe. What’s yours?” 

“(y/n).”

“Nice name, foreign name.” He says.

I take a sharp breath as I remember the creature from the forest. 

“What happened to the creature?” I ask desperately.

“There wasn’t a creature, I must have scared him off.” He jokes slightly. “How are you feeling?” He asks tightening one of the bandages.

“Better, what did you do?” I ask.

“My sister is a healer, she gave you some plants to help with the pain.” He says with a small smile.

“Why are you helping me? I heard them shouting about me earlier.” I say rubbing my arm slightly awkwardly. 

“You’re hurt, you’re not gonna hurt me.” He says, matter-of-factly. “You’re a translate aren’t you? Question is, who for?”

“This French guy, my parents owe him something so to pay him back I’m helping with translation.”

“Thought so.” He says. “I told them you're not a threat, you can’t hurt us and I don’t think you would. You’re not in a great position to do so.” He says with a smirk. “They said you can stay.”

“Well, thanks.” I reply.

“Don’t worry, you can pay me back sometime in the future.” He says with a wink.

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AN: I am so sorry this request took so long, I hope you enjoy this (and still want it written.)

[demigoddessqueens]

Hi I know it's a bit weird but before I give you the details I was wondering if it would it be fine to have a Prey 2022 scenario with Taabe x S/O. Love the guy, he's an absolute gem. But there's not much content for him.

Ooohh yes!! I loved Prey! Best of the movies! 💕

Taabe was such a sweetie, such a good brother!!

First off, he will absolutely brag to get your attention! Half the time you indulge him and the other half just bantering with him.

Naru likes you automatically! You’re her friend and in a way, you keep her brother humbled but she knows his feelings for you.

Also may tease you both (mostly him)!

Taabe has a bit of a soft side to him as well. Wanting to take you on walks in the woods, made a flower crown for you once, kissed you under the sunset

A whole sweetheart! Flatterer and always has a sweet compliment or nickname for you

Bit protective of you but knows you can also handle yourself

If you’re a healer, weaver, or would-be hunter like his sister, he’s entirely supportive of your choices and helps you with whatever you need

In the quieter moments, he can be a bit of a cuddler and kisses start off sweet and tender before his arms are around you.

[imasimpyes]

I've written it. It's done. It's posted! Just click the link! It's something else entirely-

🥲👀✨️

Now that Taabe could actually see it, the monsters physique was nothing like what he'd expected.

His blood rushed south and Taabe felt the twitch of his cock under his clothing.

[theboyercannon]

Wait you all guys are looking for reader x taabe fic. Here my gullible ass looking for something gay 🥲. Seriously, I wasn't even expecting anything even after this, I searched with a little hope and found nothing. Honestly,I don't even know whom to ship him with. And one more important thing, how the hell, he has not become the tumblr pretty man yet? He is so gorgeous and wtf, people here are sleeping on him.

I wasn’t looking for fanfics or to ship him with anyone. I just wanted to see people gush about him like he deserves. HE DESERVES PRETTY MAN STATUS

[firstdove15]

It was lowkey monster week for me.

With Prey coming out on Hulu, I was in the mood to watch the first two Predator movies first because I never watched the whole movies properly (saw like the last ten minutes of the first one and at least half an hour of the second one). After that I finally watched Prey and then watched Alien vs. Predator because I knew the main human character was Black and she ends up earning respect from one of the Yautja.

1) Predator 1987

I saw the last ten minutes of this movie like...ten years ago? Dad was watching it on TV and I recognized the character but I knew nothing about the lore. The laugh haunted me ten years ago and it haunts me now. O_O But for real though, I highly enjoyed the movie when I finally watched the whole thing properly. My favorite part was Dutch trying to trick the Jungle Hunter into his trap and JH looking at him like, “You really think I’m gullible, don’t you?” He looked down at the booby trap and all. XDDDD

Also, because Mom watched Prey before I did, she paid attention to how I reacted to this movie and said, “See? If you can handle the gore in this one, you can definitely handle Prey.” (She had spoiled about the wolf in Prey and, listen, I love my wolves. XP) And she wasn’t wrong...even if I did jump at seeing the flayed men for the first time. Holy crap.

2) Predator 2

When I saw the last thirty minutes, I just thought of it as, “Okay, even I can tell the first one was better but this at least looks like it was entertaining.” Still my opinion upon watching it from beginning to end. Still hyped knowing that they legit had the Lakers play the Yautja clan at the very end. I thought it was neat and cute. I knew about Kevin Peter Hall and his untimely death and thus knew this was the last Predator movie he did. He did such a great job so the first two movies have a special place in my heart for his performance alone. I also found out he played Harry in Harry and the Hendersons so he was a part of my childhood without me realizing it.

3) Prey

This movie was amazing. Just beautiful. @@ I’m definitely watching it again soon. Probably today (it’s after midnight; it counts). Dane DiLegro did great and I was just as fascinated with his Yautja as I was with Hall’s Yautjas. Feral Yautja can catch hands for what he did to the wolf and Taabe though. I was also the most invested in Naru’s story out of the stories between her, Dutch, and Harrigan. 

4) Alien vs. Predator

Easily my least favorite out of the four I watched but I kept my expectations low due to when it was made and the fact that it was a crossover (looks at Freddy vs. Jason). I didn’t dislike it; I actually had fun but it really shined for me when Lex and Scar teamed up against the Xenomorphs. The teamwork, the respect. I totally ship it and I’m already reading fanfic because I’m garbage. It is what it is. XDD

I’m planning on watching the original Alien movie today or my next day off despite being terrified of the face huggers. Just that alone is a nice tall glass of nope. But I heard the movie is case of everyone would have lived if they had listened to the main female lead so, fine, I’m here for that aspect. Funny enough, Mom and I did watch Prometheus a long time ago but that movie is a total blur for me. Dunno what that says about my initial experience with it....

Anyway, felt like writing about it. Good night. XP

[gehayi]

Fandom Snowflake Challenge--Day 3

Day 3 In your own space, post recs for at least three fanworks that you did not create. For this, I thought I would rec all the stories that I have bookmarked that I thought need more love. All of them are complete (no WIPs, though I do wish some would continue). I made notes on some when I bookmarked them, so where those occur, they're included.

Also, this is LONG. You have been warned.

14th CENTURY CE RPF Hallowmas, Or Shortest Of Day by skazka Isabella, future girl-queen of England, receives a visit from a predecessor. Commentary: Melancholy and sweet, with wee Isabella as an adorable seven-year-old who's very much at sea and Anne of Bohemia as the gentlest and kindest of ghosts. It's A Terrible Reign by angevin2 A dying John of Gaunt, with the aid of his long-dead brother, walks the road not taken. Commentary: Wickedly deflates the "It's a Wonderful Life" premise simply by having John of Gaunt be himself--confident, convinced that what he wants is surely for the best, and blunt enough to point out that most of the awful stuff that could have happened DID happen anyway. Also, Gaunt and the Black Prince are both believable and hysterical as brothers. Jesu dulcis memoria by angevin2 Master Ladislaus's only regret is that his greatest masterpiece--the Wilton Diptych--is one born of grief. Commentary: Brief, sorrowful and stunningly beautiful. I had a lump in my throat when I finished reading it. Remembrance of a Weeping Queen by angevin2 Anne of Bohemia contemplates her purpose in life. Commentary: It’s not easy dealing with public crises while coping with private grief. If you like royal ladies who make a difference in their world and who smile sweetly and gently despite heartbreak, this is for you. *** A STUDY IN EMERALD - NEIL GAIMAN: R'Iyeh Is Not An Empty House by Trobadora It all began because of the woman. *** ARTHURIAN MYTHOLOGY Wheels Within Wheels by Philipa_Moss “Have you heard?” Linet asked. “She’s back.” *** AUSTIN & MURRY-O'KEEFE FAMILIES - MADELEINE L'ENGLE Galois Theory by primeideal Five times everything fell into place. That Unexpected Fateful Hour, Once Again at Hand by ElegantPi Charles Wallace is assigned two new classmates and a task, just before his winter holiday. Wordless by CG (NYCScribbler) Three times Calvin O'Keefe hasn't known what to say. *** BENJAMIN JANUARY MYSTERIES - BARBARA HAMBLY Escargots by Nary Rose was not one to offer platitudes for a man she hadn't known, to a man who hadn't cared about him. "What killed him?" she asked instead, for she couldn't think of any reason why Shaw would be telling her about this if it had been a natural death. "Poison's our best guess." He paused, as if considering how to most gently say what was coming next. "He took his final meal at the Hotel Iberville last night. So as you might imagine, I got a pressin' need to speak with your nephew, Gabriel Corbier." Commentary: This story belongs to the women, and deservedly so. Rose January/Janvier is brilliant and shrewd and a fantastic scientific detective in 1830s New Orleans, while her sister-in-law Olympe Corbier solves half the mystery by deducing what posion was used. It's sharp, smoothly written and as thoroughly researched as any of the books. Honestly, you could drop this into Barbara Hambly's Good Man Friday (the book in which Benjamin January goes off to Washington DC, a trip which Rose mentions in passing) and it would fit in seamlessly. I'm honestly not sure that the person who wrote this for me isn't Barbara Hambly. If you love historical mysteries, stories featuring characters of color, or both, then read this story. Five moments in the life of Augustus Mayerling by sevenofspade Becoming Augustus Mayerling is a process. Commentary: The details of how Augustus Mayerling became Augustus Mayerling. Detailed, sharp and utterly right. Headcanon accepted. Magnificat in New Orleans by Taabe On the eve of Benjamin and Rose Vitrac January's first Christmas in their new home, at the end of a Reveillón, Ben and Hannibal have a run-in with a less peaceful holiday tradition, and they and Rose take a in young stranger in more need of help than even they realize. Commentary: Dazzlingly beautiful, brilliantly researched, and powerful enough to make your heart ache. A magnificent Magnificat. *** BISCLAVRET - MARIE DE FRANCE J'ai Vu le Loup by Gileonnen The hunt collapses the distance between man and beast. Commentary: A canonical medieval gay werewolf. I love it. *** CADFAEL CHRONICLES - ELLIS PETERS A Flourish of Gold by thelittlestbird When a murder disrupts the peace conference that might end the Anarchy, Brother Cadfael must solve one last mystery. Fortunately, he has some very competent people to help him. *** CANTERBURY TALES - GEOFFREY CHAUCER Mordre, She Wroot by sistermagpie At least one pilgrim will not make it to Canterbury. *** CHRONICLES OF NARNIA - C.S.LEWIS Clipsie the Mariner by Transposable_Element The episode of the Dufflepuds and the Magician's book, from the point of view of the Chief's daughter, Clipsie. Dark and Deep by the_rck Tumnus delivers Lucy to the White Witch, and Aslan never comes. All four children end up in Jadis's hands, and she decides to see what she can mold them into. *** CROSSOVERS Chronicles of Narnia/Harry Potter And Bide the Danger by MiraMira Susan Pevensie: former Unspeakable, legendary beauty, possible Dark witch. A young Amelia Bones, eager to make her mark on MLE, has just been assigned to track her down. But the further Amelia proceeds with her investigation, the more questions she uncovers - especially once she meets Susan herself. Dark Tower/The Stand On the Plains of the Crimson King by magistera Eight years after Randall Flagg was defeated, life goes on in the much-reduced circumstances of post-Trips America. But when Fran and Stu's son begins to have disturbing (and all-too-familiar) dreams, it's a sign of change to come. Commentary: This ties together the stories of The Stand and The Dark Tower, blending the worlds and explaining why Flagg saw Fran Goldsmith's baby as so much of a threat. The tone and the characterization are spot-on, and there's one action scene early on that chilled me. And despite all the supernatural occurrences, which are handled beautifully, this world is solidly grounded. It feels real. Honest to God, if I didn't know better, I'd think that Stephen King fanficced himself. Doctor Who/Mrs. Pollifax - Dorothy Gilman Mrs. Pollifax and the Christmas Party by Emiline “Since you mention it, there was something else,” she admitted. “I’d like you both to come to my Christmas party this year.” With gate-crashing by the unstoppable Jack Harkness. Doctor Who/Wicked Voice - Vernon Lee The Sapphire of Rassilon by zopyrus All Grace Holloway wanted was an ordinary night at the San Francisco Opera. But when the Doctor shows up unexpectedly (again), Grace finds herself travelling back to 18th-century Venice—with a stop along the way to pick up the forgotten Victorian author, Vernon Lee. Murdered composers, lesbian drama, opera singers, and more! Commentary: A gorgeous crossover with the Eighth Doctor and a canon called A Wicked Voice, set mostly in Venice of the 1700s and 1800s. It's a gorgeous story--vivid and colorful, and capable of making you see the Venice of both time periods. This is a story to get lost it. Read it. You'll be glad that you did. Dresden Files - Jim Butcher/Tale of the Five Series - Diane Duane Fire Working by melannen Herewiss goes through a Door that is probably not the Door into Starlight, and meets a man who uses the Fire. Romeo And Juliet - Shakespeare/Midsummer Night's Dream - Shakespeare/Peter Pan - J. M. Barrie Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. by fresne Perhaps, the story went this way. Perhaps, it went that way. Perhaps. *** DRESDEN FILES - JIM BUTCHER Johnny's Little Secret by shiplizard A mafia errand boy worries about his junior partner. Slash implied, friendship explicit. Rated Teen for language. *** EAGLES ARE TURNING PEOPLE INTO HORSES: THE MOVIE (2009) Eagles are Turning People Into Horses: The Movie: II: The Horses That Used To Be People But Were Turned Into Horses By Eagles Strike Back: The Revengening by KiaraSayre "This is real life, Brian. There's no ignoring the fact that eagles are turning people into horses. We just have to learn to live with it." Commentary: Glorious crackfic. Every line made me smile, grin or laugh. Quintessentially Yuletide. *** ELIZABETHAN AND JACOBEAN THEATRE & LITERATURE RPF Sad Stories of the Death of Kings by angevin It's 1593, and Kit Marlowe is trying out a new genre. Commentary: If you're intimidated by the canon's title, don't be. Kit Marlowe and Will Shakespeare are playwrights and rivals, each criticizing each other's work while writing plays that are strongly influenced by the same. Marlowe is gloriously OTT, as he was in real life, and Shakespeare is the ultimate fanboy who can't quite tell if his idol is flirting or not. This made me smile. A lot. *** EVERY HEART A DOORWAY - SEANAN McGUIRE The Mirror Cracked From Side to Side by Amazing_E_Ko Nancy has left her old life behind, but when Jack comes tumbling through a portal bearing news of an apocalypse, her sister speaking prophecy from beyond death, Nancy is pulled back into the world of living, breathing things. With the help of Kade and Christopher they must unravel the mystery of the disappearing worlds, and uncover the truth behind all their journeys. Post-canon. Commentary: Absolute magic. I am not entirely certain that the writer isn't really Seanan McGuire. And I am so very grateful that I found this story. *** FAIRY TALES AND FOLKLORE Der Rattenfänger von Hameln | The Pied Piper of Hamelin (Fairy Tale) If I Miss You Call the Tune by lalalalalawhy It is 100 light years since our children left. Commentary: A fairy tale retelling in space. Heartwrenching and so, so good. Sneedronningen | The Snow Queen - Hans Christian Andersen The Enchanted Hawk by Alona In which the robber girl encounters a dysfunctional royal family and makes the most of it. Commentary: The robber girl--no longer so little--is beautifully sly, cunning and practical, defying conventions both in her world and in ours. She doesn't assume that enchanted animals are necessarily truthful, she takes the time to scout out a situation, and she knows what she wants and goes after it cheerfully and unashamedly. I'd love to read more about her and her adventures. *** FALLEN LONDON (FORMERLY ECHO BAZAAR) Fortune, Fate, Freedom by escritoireazul Are we the sum of our choices, or are we our fate? Commentary: A Choose Your Own Adventure tale about the Cheesemonger, the finest of all spies. Hard To Find by Kastaka As if the Comtessa would let a little thing like social ostracism stand in her way. Commentary: When this was first published, it was the first Echo Bazaar fic I'd ever seen, and it continues the story of the subject character--the Missing Comtessa--smashingly, not to mention capturing the atmosphere of the twisted world of Fallen London so well. If you know the game of Echo Bazaar, you'll love it. If you don't know the game, you'll STILL love it, plus the story may inspire interest in the game. Either way, you win! or leave it by anstaar A tough shares their story. *** FIREFLY Can’t Take The Sky by Glinda Serenity does not understand grief; Serenity understands grief all too well. Inundation by lilacsigil When knowledge is power, it's important to keep knowledge controlled. Shepherd Book is here to help. *** GREEK AND ROMAN MYTHOLOGY Medusa's Tale by Area51Fugitive Ah. You've come. I knew you would. Commentary: The very best retelling of the Medusa myth I've ever read, and the only one that ever made me cry. *** HARRY POTTER - J.K. ROWLING Poseidon's Prisoner by esteoflorien Young Cassiopeia Black sets off in search of her brother - and receives assistance from an unlikely person, making her reconsider the way she previously viewed her world. *** HIGHLANDER: THE SERIES Mnemosyne by Medie Wounds of the flesh heal easily for Immortals, the ones of the soul, less so. Commentary: A sympathetic and angry Cassandra, after the Horsemen Arc. *** HIS DARK MATERIALS - PHILIP PULLMAN Valleys of the Shadows by finch (afinch) This is not a happy story. This is the story of three girls who find themselves in the middle of a new African war. There are witches' revolts, daring escapes, the killing of the bears, echoes of freedom, the lack of mercy of the pirates, chains stronger than any steel, and three deaths, one by one by one. This is not a happy story, there are no happy endings, no miracles, no subtle knife, and no angels. This is the story of three girls, a slave, an unwilling pawn, and a refugee. This is story of three girls and three dæmons. *** INVISIBLE LIBRARY: FANWORKS BASED ON IMAGINARY WORKS MENTIONED IN FICTION Miserable Les, Les Misérables - All Media Types, Discworld - Terry Pratchett Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably-priced love! And a black coffee! by greenet Wherein everybody is protesting, drinking a whole lot of coffee, and falling in and out of love. Nina Lightfingers learns to appreciate the elegance of a lady’s fan wielded with murderous intent, Petiterre is over-caffeinated, Evgeni is banned from reading self-help books, and Brusher is over-protective. Among other things. Commentary: If Terry Pratchett had written an in-universe musical about the events of Night Watch, it would have been this story. That is to say, it would have been perfect. P.S. Miserable Les is mentioned as a possible opera in Maskerade. *** JOHN LEWIS CHRISTMAS ADVERTS Please, please, please... by AdaptationDecay Lewis knows exactly what he wants for Christmas. Commentary: This is a stealth crossover, but I'm not going to mention what it's crossed with. That would spoil the impact of the reveal. *** MARY POPPINS (1964) Pictures in the Pavement and Magic in the Rain by El Staplador (elstaplador) Time moves on, and when the wind changes, things happen. Usually Mary Poppins is there, somewhere. *** NCIS No Such Thing by circ_bamboo There's no such thing as zombies. (Or: People should have realized that, sooner or later, pouring the liquefied remnants of corpses in the municipal water supply was going to lead to zombies.) Commentary: Absolutely the best and the funniest zombie story I've ever read! The NCIS team is spot-on as a bad situation snowballs gloriously. Also, I will never think of cedar shavings, sodium intake or tiki torches the same way again! P.S. Here are more sources about resomation: http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-14114555 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alkaline_hydrolysis_(body_disposal) https://funeralbooker.com/blog/everything-need-know-resomation/ *** ONCE UPON A TIME (TV) Staying Found by misscam “I will always find you,” they say. And they did. Now they just have to get used to having been found again, together again, a relationship again, all the little things again. [Snow/Charming + minor Emma, Henry, Belle] *** PETER PAN - J.M. BARRIE The Art of Becoming by LostWendy1 “Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but will never afterwards be the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter. He often met it, but he always forgot it. I suppose that was the real difference between him and all the rest.” (Peter Pan, Barrie) Commentary: The story of Mr. Darling--and the origins of Captain Hook. *** PRINCELESS There's No Such Thing As Elegators by psocoptera Sparky, Adrienne, and Bedelia have an encounter in the grasslands. Commentary: You don't often hear stories from the dragon's point of view. *** REBECCA - DAPHNE DU MAURIER A Thousand Words, Or Simply Three by Skogkatt Danny, faced with a new mistress of vastly inferior rank, ruminates on the past. *** RUBYQUEST Rubyquest II: The Island by AdaptationDecay In your inventory, you have two walkie-talkies and an empty champagne bottle. Time to save the world... *** SHAKESPEARE King Lear - Shakespeare 'Tis Strange by lorata Lear Enterprises' CEO prepares to divide his company's controlling shares between his daughters and their subsidiaries. Edmund, non-powered and disaffected son in a superhero family, plots to turn villain. Regan and Goneril abandon their father to the zombies after he endangers their safehouses one too many times. Gloucester scours open space for the former commander of the star system, set adrift in a malfunctioning lifepod. Cordelia and her dragon prepare to take on her sisters with the help of the French aerial dragon corps. Some stories aren't just universal, they're multiversal. The tale of King Lear, from eleven different worlds. When She Was Bad by lorata LEAR: Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts? Act 3, Scene 6 SERVANT: If she live long, And in the end meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters. Act 3, Scene 7 Even the sweetest pup will bite if handled roughly, and Regan is no innocent. The making of a girl who embraced her demons and turned them to her purpose. Richard II - Shakespeare A Signet On Thine Arm by skazka Kisse he me with the cos of his mouth. For thi tetis ben betere than wyn, and yyuen odour with beste oynementis. Richard and Anne make out in the bath. Privilege by angevin2 Richard kissed a girl and he liked it. And then things got really complicated. Six Variations on Loyalty by angevin2 The King's party (for it is, in fact, still the King's party) has not even left Flint Castle for London before Henry of Hereford, now styling himself Henry of Lancaster, begins trying to seduce Edward of Aumerle. Thy Rebuke Hath Broken His Heart by Aris Merquoni (ArisTGD) Soulbonds between men and women are the most romantic form of marriage in the known world. Soulbonds between men and men make bards and poets salivate with the prospect of terrible, epic tragedy. Richard and Henry think that bards and poets are assholes. Romeo and Juliet - Shakespeare Starling by loathlylady Rosaline in the hot sun. *** STORIES BASED ON ARTWORKS La fiancée hésitante | The Hesitant Betrothed - Auguste Toulmouche Les Femmes Acharnées by Violsva Blanche has a plan, Céleste has a plan - really, everyone has a plan. Commentary: An excellent story of marriage, murder and female friendship. *** SWAN LAKE (BALLET) Juno's Swans by La Reine Noire (lareinenoire) And wheresoever we went, like Juno's swans, / Still we went coupled and inseparable. *** THE GOBLIN EMPEROR - KATHERINE ADDISON Passage by bigsunglasses Released from his role as Prince by the birth of a son to the Emperor and Empress, Idra is allowed to attend university. But he can't escape his past so easily, or perhaps at all, particularly not when he meets someone who walks under a similar shadow ... Three years post-canon. *** THE SANDMAN The First Conversation with Death by evilhippo What happens when someone is no longer an aspect of the Endless? (An imagined epilogue to The Wake.) *** THOMAS OF WOODSTOCK (PLAY) like brambles to the cedars by angevin2 Queen Anne isn't used to English customs. It doesn't help that her husband and his uncles can't agree on what they are. Commentary: This is the story of a gentle young woman adjusting to life far from home and adjusting to political currents she doesn’t quite understand. If you like sweet and feminine Sansa Stark singing songs or sewing expertly, you’ll love this. *** THURSDAY'S CHILDREN - RUMER GODDEN A Bitter God to Follow by Bakcheia In which everybody is in love with ballet dancer Yuri Koszorz, including Yuri. Commentary: A story of seductive charm and self-absorption. Yuri is a likable young man, even as he heedlessly captivates everyone around him, not caring whether anyone gets hurt. *** WATERSHIP DOWN - RICHARD ADAMS The Story of Hrayatha and the Rabbit Who Left No Tracks by Luzula Pipkin listens to a story. Post-canon. *** WENDY TRILOGY - S.J. TUCKER (SONG CYCLE) Always keep your head by LeaperSonata So Wendy'd got herself a crew of ruthless men and brave and they'd terrorize the Lost Boys each and every Saturday. One day Wendy says to Peter, "I'd like more girls on my crew." So Peter goes a-hunting Lost Girls and brings back Green-eyed Sue. Commentary: You don't have to know S.J. Tucker's songs--specifically, the Wendy Trilogy--to understand this story about the time when Wendy Darling became a pirate called Red-Handed Jill. This story is about Green-Eyed Sue, Jill's first mate, but more than that, it's about finding the place where you belong. Most of all, it's about identity and love and being honest with yourself. Highly recommended. Journey's End by eris_kyrall (kereia) The decision to go back home had not come easily to Wendy Darling, and the hardest part of it was saying goodbye. Commentary: This story deals with Wendy's departure from Neverland, but it treats her decision to leave as right and natural, as if Wendy were a potted plant that had outgrown its container. At the same time, it shows that those who didn't follow Wendy home were also right. Also, I love the female friendship in this story. Bittersweet.

[imasimpyes]

Gahn'tha-cte

It's posted on Ao3 as well!

Main paring: Feral Predator/Taabe (Prey 2022)

Tags: Smut, Alien Sex, Predator/Prey, Human/Monster Romance, Rare Pairings, Large Cock, Size Difference, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Fisting, No Incest, Sibling Bonding.

Warnings: graphic smut

How shameful Taabe is, how ashamed he should feel about himself. He watched everything happen, saw how the lion made it's way towards his sister, cornering her until she was distracted by the light in the clouds.

Yes, he'd seen it too.

The lion took advantage of it, and pounced. He near screamed for his sister and rushed to her side as she layed unconsious on the ground.

The lion had gotten away when he carried Naru back to the village.

Taking a torch with him, he returned to the same tree. Used the same tactic as his sister and yet diminished her. It was Naru's plan that made him succeed.

Well, there was the help of whatever it was out there. Stalking him and the lion from wherever it was hidden in the night.

***

Taabe felt the presence of another being not too far behind him the moment the lion came back into view.

Hesitantly and stupidly, he opened his mouth to speak. "Who are you?"

The only reply he recieved was a trill then an animalistic growl.

His entire body tensed. The growl was a warning, not because he had offended whatever it was but because he had become distracted and the moment he felt his limbs again, the lion was staring right at him.

Jaw open wide, baring it's teeth at him and let out a roar. It resounded all around the jungle.

Taabe audibly swallowed, he exhaled a trembling breath when, suddenly, a sharp and shiny object flew over his head, stabbing the big cat in front of him.

It's pained screech was followed by another growl. To which Taabe realized wasn't from the lion.

It was deeper, louder, more intimidating and it was standing right behind him. Taabe could feel it's breath against his nape.

"Use" A blade was presented to him from behind. The outstretched arm was tattered in scars and patterns. Was it skin? Was it armor? It's color wasn't natural.

"W-what?" He stuttered.

It repeated, "use".

Oh. It wanted him to use the blade.

With the feeling of uncertainty crawling up his spine and gnawing at his brain, he took the blade and used it to scewer the lion. Killing it.

Silence enveloped them. Merely the whistle of the wind and the rustle of leaves were heard.

"I..." Taabe began, voice trembling still.

"Do not. Ooman keep meat" It said. Stomping of feet were all Taabe heard now. He wasn't mentally prepared to see what exactly it was.

But he didn't have to be. For whatever the thing was, wasn't even there.

His eyes widened, mouth agape at the sight of the lion being picked up by the skin of it neck. It was lifted in the air, being held up by absolutely nothing.

"Keep. Ooman rightfully claimed it." The distorted voice spoke. Why was nothing there in front of him? There was obviously a voice. So... why?

Taabe's world began to waver and he could feel his body sway. His vision blurred before it blackened.

***

Had he feinted? Why wss he back in the tent? Wasn't he out there with... with it.

Perhaps it was all a dream?

"Taabe." His sister, Naru, kicked him awake.

"Ow" On reflex, Taabe had said.

"Get up" She crouched in front of him, shaking his arm annoyingly.

With an eye roll, he sat up.

"Ou-"

"Wait, Naru" He finally said with a sigh.

It was returned to him, only much more frustrated and Naru left the tent.

Taabe's eyes followed her movements. Why was she mad? What happened last night? How did he get here?

He followed Naru's directions and made him presentabke before showing himself to the rest of the village.

Smiles and greetings were given to him while the chief had the same gentle look in his eyes as he held the war chief staff in hand.

"Taabe" He spoke, motioning him to move forward.

So he did. And he now stood right in front of him. Confused, and worried. Taabe stayed silent.

Until the staff was given to him.

Taabe blinked several times. What?

A celebration was held even whime Taabe held the confused expression on his face.

Naru, of course, had noticed and walked towards him.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a quiet tone.

"What... happened?" He tried. Feeling weird all over with the staff now in his palm.

"Villagers found you. Passed out in front of them with the lion on your back" She explained.

Did it carry him back here? What... Taabe was still confused. Honestly, even more than he was before.

"Did you see it?" Naru asked.

He turned his attention to her again, "hm?"

"Did you see it?" She repeated.

He shook his head, no.

"But... I heard it" He saw a determined light shine in his sisters eyes.

"Naru. If you wish to seek it out, I want to come with you" He knew that was her plan, and he wanted to keep her safe.

Alone with meeting it again, of course.

His sister gave him a sly, approving smile.

"Fine" She agreed.

They both nodded to each other, determined. Most probably for different reasons.

***

They woke earlier than the rest, careful not to alert anyone and they went on their way.

Straight into the jungle.

"How did you hear it? What did it sound like?" Naru spoke first.

"It was distorted. It's voice wasn't human, Naru." He said.

"You didn't believe me before." Naru halted, suddenly upset.

"I want to keep you safe" He half-lied.

"You think i'm not capable on my own." She stated, not asked.

"Naru. It's not that, It's just- I had to ca-"

"Carry me back? When you were passed out in front of us by the time you got back?" She said. Pointing a finger at him.

"It attacked me!" Taabe raised his voice.

"It attacked me to!" Naru yelled louder.

Taabe sighed. He didn't want to turn what was supposed to be an already stressful mission into a screaming match with his sister.

"Whatever. Let's keep moving." Naru ignored his protests and calls of her name.

The whimper of Sarii alterted them. Shutting them both up in an instant as worry washed over them.

"Sarii" Taabe was first by his side.

"Sarii!" Naru rushed to him.

There was a bear trap right on the tip of his tail.

Without a moment of hesitation this time, Taabe pulled apart the teeth of the trap while Naru readied her remedies.

She took hold if Sarii's wounded tail before spreading whatever it was around it.

To show his thanks, Sarii licked both their cheeks and it made them relax, smiled resting on their faces now.

***

Perhaps Taabe had been too hasty. He decided it was a good idea to separate from his sister. Allowing her to hunt whatever she could find while he searched for the beast.

Their deal was to meet back at their makeshift campsite by nightfall. To not attract any lerking predators when there was already one they were trying to hunt.

Taabe heard a loud roar. A bear, not of the other beast. Then a bark from Sarii.

"Naru!" He screamed, running as fast as he can.

"Taabe!" Naru turned her head in panic.

"Where's Sa-" Just in time, Sarii's bark called their attention. She ran in their direction with a brown bear chasing after her.

A stuttered cry was let out by Naru, she was first to turn and run. Pulling Taabe with her when he stayed put.

"I'll shoot at it!" He yelled.

"You won't be able to aim!" Naru yelled back.

She slipped and fell into a patch of broken up wood that created an arc. He went to catch her only for the bear to roar once again right at his face and he jerked back.

It turned it's attention back to his sister. Breaking apart the roots to reach a paw at her, attempting to wound her.

"Hey!" He screamed out. Trying to gain it's attention.

It stayed turned at his sister.

"Hey!!" He screamed louder, his voice breaking.

Taabe readied his bow, taking aim and preparing to let go of the string.

Just for the bear to be forcefully pulled away from Naru by the leg.

They both stayed still in their positions. Staring wide-eyed as an invisible thing wrestled the bear.

It looked unreal to Taabe. He saw Naru in his peripheral view, with the exact expression he has.

So this is real?

Lumious green liquid splashed into the water and along the bear's snout.

There was deffinetely something there, especially with the screech that resounded all around.

Taabe forced his bosy to move, picking up the bow he realized he had let go of. And repositioned himself, this time, immediately letting go of the string and perfectly hitting the bear in the eye.

The invisible thing showed it's hand.

The patterns! They were exactly the same! The color of it's skin was just as he remembered from a few nights ago.

"Naru! Come here!" He called to his sister, who thankfully reacted and eent to his side. Breaking the side to escape.

They both watched the... thing. Carry the bear with both it's arms.

Blood poured onto it and Taabe finally saw what aided him.

A monster. It was a literal beast.

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The monster turned to face Taabe. Tilting it's head.

"Is it looking at you?" Naru asked in nothing but a whisper.

"It's looking at me." He confirmed.

It continued to stare, just as they stared back.

Now that Taabe could actually see it, the monsters physique was nothing like what he'd expected.

His blood rush south and Taabe felt the twitch of his cock under his clothing.

Awkwardly, he tried to peek at Naru through the corner of his eye.

Thankfully, all her attention was on the thing in front of them, flexing it's defined muscles and leting out a victorious roar. Holding up the dead bear as if it were a prize.

"Should we run?" Naru wondered, turning half her attention to him.

"No. No, it-it'll chase after us" Taabe gathered the strength he had into not allowing his voice to crack and expose the feeling he had blossoming deep inside him.

The beast still looked at him before dropping the bear. It's body hit the water with a splash and made Naru lose her balance. Taabe's arm instinctively wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling.

It would be a lot more difficult to run again if she was sitting on the ground.

The beast's motion stopped. Tilting its head once again before resuming.

"Taabe" Naru whispered while it made a move towards them.

Taabe saw no true hostility in how the monster walked, so he stayed standing.

Naru, on the other hand, was panicking.

"Taabe!" She screamed just as the monster made a trill.

No, it wasn't a trill. It was a sound of curiosity.

It's head tilted down and all the color in Taabe's face disappeared. He knew what it was looking at. The tent in his pants was that obvious now.

"Naru, go first" He let go of his sister, pushing her away.

"What? No!" She shouted.

"Naru, go first." He repeated. His tone was full of authority, the kind he used when he was either mad or irritated at his sister.

Though he wasn't made at her right now. Maybe she knew that, maybe she didn't. Either way, it made her feet take her away.

His attention had gone from the monster to his sister, that the moment he returned to it.

The beast was standing right in front of him.

He audibly gulped while his cock twitched once again in his pants.

"Aroused" This was by far, the most embarassing moment in Taabe's life.

A thing not of this world was seeing how vulnerable Taabe was at the moment. A vulnerability only his future wife was supposed to see.

"Aroused jehdin" It spoke again.

jehdin? What did that mean?

What was it saying?

"What?" He risked his life on the question.

The beast who stood at 7 feet in front of him remained silent.

"m-di mar'ct ooman" What?

"Are you able to speak in my language...?" He tried again. A stupid decission, but he let his shoulders and back relax. Hopefully, to the beast, this was a sign of having no agression.

Perhaps it was, with the way the monster copied his movements.

"No killing ooman" Finally, it spoke in English after it clicked on whatever it was on its wrist.

With less hesitation than before, Taabe nodded. "Yes."

Taabe couldn't believe it, he was holding a conversation with a monster of legend.

"Take prize" His voice was still distorted when he spoke.

He?

Yes, Taabe realized. The voice he used was similar to a man. Deep and firm.

"What prize?" He didn't take a step to follow him when he turned.

"Prize" He said again, walking towards the bear to pick it up.

The monster was still drenched in blood and the luminous green liquid.

"Thwei"

"I can't understand you" Taabe spoke freely now.

"Blood." He transelated.

Oh. It's blood was green.

"You're wounded?" Taabe asked and a nod was recieved.

"Can I help you?" He asked. Daring to step closer to it.

Thankfully, he didn't attack.

"sei-i" Again with the foreign language.

"You can help" He said.

Taabe nodded. Even if his sister was better at medications between them. He, atleast knew the basics.

"Do you live somewhere here?" Oh, his stupidity will quite literally be the death of him.

"Yes" Oh, he did have a home.

"Will you-"

"Yes" He agreed.

How did he know what Taabe was supposed to ask?

Only now did he realizd the predicament he was in.

The Tent in his pants hasn't gone down, if the way the other stared at his pants was anything to go by.

"I apologize" Was all Taabe could say now. Shame overcame him. He held his head low.

"Do not be" The other said. Going down on one knee to reach for Taabe's cheek.

The human froze on the spot, petrified. Only for his face to be gently caressed by the weird hand.

Taabe felt a swell in his heart. And the same swell in his pants.

Saliva gathered in his mouth when it felt dry suddenly.

"Aroused"

He knew what Taabe was feeling. Which was why he kept staring.

"Uhm, I-"

"You help me. I help you." With that, Taabe gasped as a pair of large, muscular, and unhuman arms wrapped themselves around his back and behind his knees. Carrying him in a bridal style.

Taabe looked ahead, then back at what was carrying him with wide eyes. He saw that his head wasn't actually that white skull thing. It was merely a mask.

"What... are you?" He asked.

"Yautja"

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Carried across the mountainous plain, Taabe found himself being brought into a cave.

The.. yautja's home.

"Will help?" The yautja asked.

"Yes" Taabe confirmed. He was set down on the rough ground and the other sat beside him. His arm still oozed green.

He took out the ointments wrapped around in leaves given to him by his sister from his belt.

"I'll use this" Taabe tried to soften his voice, tried to lose the tremble of it.

His clothing repeatedly brushed against his erection. Making him sensitive and needing more friction.

With how close the yautja's leg was to his thigh, the want to grind on it proved to be too much for his already slipping control.

"Help you?" The yautja asked as Taabe lathered the ointment onto the yautja's open wound.

"No, it's okay. Sorry" Taabe allowed the apology to slip from his mouth.

He stilled when the yatja's hand came up to his own head. Taking the mask off and exposing a... truly uhuman face.

Taabe caught himself staring and immediately went back to spreading the oitnment.

There was a surprising genteless to how thr yautja looked at him.

"Wait" Taabe remembered something.

"Do you have a name?" He asked.

He was looked at for a few seconds, well. The yautja looked at his problem for a few seconds before looking back at his face, meeting Taabe's eyes.

"gahn'tha" an un-Earthy name for an un-Earthy animal.

What did it mean?

"What does it mean?" Taabe asked aloud.

"Gahn'tha-cte. Ruthless" Gahn'tha transelated.

As soon as their little talk was done, Taabe noticed that the wound had closed up, and Gahn'tha managed to slip his leg right in between Taabe's thighs without a sound.

He gulped, not from fear but from the spiking arousal.

Gods, what had he done to deserve this? Many things, most probably.

"You heal fast" He stated.

"Yes" Gahn'tha confirmed.

Why hadn't he said anything then?

"You wanted to help" Gahn'tha answered the unspoken question.

"Let me help you" He said.

"Huh?" Taabe held no dignity any longer, he was absolutely vulnerable in the presence of a predator and he wasn't even able to give a proper reply to the suggestion.

"Let me help you" Gahn'tha's hand was already sliding up Taabe's leg. Inching closer and closer to what was between his legs.

Heat pooled in his core, exited and waiting.

"Wait-" He tried, only to find himself with his back right against the hard, rocky ground and Gahn'tha right on top of him.

His knee was slotted in between Taabe's legs, constantly making contact with his erection.

Gahn'tha elicited a sound of pleasure. Taabe couldn't call it a moan. No one would say it sounded like a moan, but Taabe could hear the arousal of the yautja on top of him from the clicks its mandibles were making.

Taabe stopped to think with what's left of his working mind. How would they do this? Do yautja's even have genita-

Oh.

They did.

He saw how the tip of Gahn'tha's cock peaked out of the slit in between his thighs.

Curiosity had him reaching out to grab it, careful under the watchful eye of Gahn'tha.

"Can i?" He asked.

A nod.

He held it, felt the slime all over it, it felt like oil, or pre-cum. It was both sticky and slippery.

Taabe felt the weight on him lessen, and he noticed Gahn'tha's face going further from his.

Gahn'tha sat back on his knees, taking Taabe's hand in his and pushing a finger into the slit.

The loud, high-pitched roar was definitely a moan.

His finger was still being pushed in until the knuckle, and Gahn'tha reached for the next. He repeated the motion until Taabe could curl his fingers inside the wet, sticky mess into a fist.

His eyes wondered to Gahn'tha's exposed eyes. The dangerous, sharp mouth of his was opened wide in a silent cry.

Then, suddenly, Gahn'tha was no longer quiet. Every pleasureable sound Taabe could pull from him, he did when Taabe repeatedly pulled out and pushed in his fist.

Gahn'tha's cock slowly slipped out and it felt like hours before his entire legth showed. Taabe could imagine how it would feel stretching him from the inside, leaving a burning sensation along his rim as it thrusted into him.

Not intending to, he let out a low groan at the thought. Just feeling the mere weight of it pressed along his ass, it made Taabe want to take it himself and skip the preparation

A territorial growl was given to him, and he was once again pushed onto the ground. This time, with his chest down and ass up. Right in Gahn'tha's grasp.

Taabe could feel the sharp claws digging into the soft flesh, tightly holding on but not forceful enough to draw blood. Gahn'tha was being careful with him and it warmed Taabe's heart. At the same time, warmed his body even more.

Taabe felt the weight of Gahn'tha's cock on the small of his back, the way it slipped down his ass and how it stretched his rim as he tried to push in.

"Wait!" He curled in on himself.

"Your fingers. In me, like what i did to... to you" Taabe had trouble speakinng without breathing heavily.

Gahn'tha understood, and the feeling of his dick against Taabe's hole was gone. Now replaced with a clawed finger.

Perhaps Gahn'tha could feel the way Taabe tensed even further. Gahn'tha's free hand held on Taabe's. Intertwining their fingers together. Holding him with the utmost care, conscious about his sharp nails.

Taabe felt a stretch in his hole, and gods, if felt exactly like how he'd imagined. It was painful but pleasurable. It hurt but he enjoyed it to it's fullest.

Soon, another joined. Two fingers were big enough to stretch him but Taabe remembered he wasn't going to be taken by a human. He's about to have sex with someone who wasn't human.

Taabe peaked behind him, seeing how Gahn'tha concentrated at his ass. It was so erotic, seeing someone as powerful as him being fascinated with Taabe's body when he didn't even have that much to give and show.

"Mate" Taabe heard the low growl.

Taabe took in a heavy breath, his mind was tired of thinking but his body was feeling too much ecstacy to stop.

"In, inside, Gahn'tha" Taabe said, panting in between every word.

He swallowed nothing, throat dry when he felt the press of Gahn'tha's dick return to his hole.

"Ah!" Taabe tossed his head back, the exposure of his neck made it easjer for Gahn'tha ti grab on, choking Taabe in a way he enjoyed.

To say Gahn'tha was big was an understatement. Taabe could feel every push and oull of the muscles inside his body, it felt almost as if his insides were being rearanged to sculpt the exact shape of Gahn'tha's cock.

Behind Taabe, he could hear the erotic sounds Gahn'tha was making. He thrusted at a relentless pace and Taabe couldn't even keep his balance anymore. He let his entire torso lay flat on the rough surface of the cave while his arms were spread out, one of his hands was still being held by Gahn'tha for reassurance.

"Cum–gonna, ah! Gonna cum!" Taabe screamed, white liquid puddled on the ground below him and felt a surge of heat fill him.

We came together Taabe smiled, in a daze.

He felt strong arms circle around his front, oulling him up until his back met Gahn'tha's chest.

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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 :)