Guysssssssssss the yautja fic won so here y'all go. Also,to the person who requested the other platonic kid reader,I am working on it,but I promised I would do this first,sorry.
Also a warning,I have never watched predator and have only read a ton of fics with yautjas,so pls no judging,this is just for fun.
Yautja x kid! Reader (platonic)
So,I think there would be two ways this "adoption" could probably go
One,you were abandoned/your parents died and a yautja found you and went "small kid. Must protect".
Or maybe,you were an hungry orphan who might or might not have stolen a few dead preys from him to eat.
Let's go with the second one cause why not.
He was definitely pissed. Who dares to steal his preys?! His throphies!
He was planning to kill you,so he splayed out some food as if he had just left it there for a moment to go do something else,hid away and waited.
He was just gonna strike,expecting some wild animal or some desperate yautja. Intead,he saw a little hooman,no older than 6 or 7 (hehehe) years old,thin enough that he could snap his spine with just two fingers and looking on the brink of death.
He had seen a lot of desperation in his life,both from his preys and from his own spiece before they died,but you just looked so...hollow. Like you were moving simply out of instict,not even to live but just because you didn't know what else to do.
And you were so very small...
Fuck it.
He came out of his hiding spot,and you tried to bolt away. You were actually pretty fast,especially considering the state you were in. That's good. He still caught on in no time,of course,but at least it was a start. You had good reflexes and speed for such a little hooman,and he could appreciate that.
He grabbed you from the back of your neck and lifted you easily,ignoring your struggles and screams. He tried throwing you over his shoulder,but you cried out as soon as your stomach hit his aromred shoulder. Damnit,it was such a small,patethic sound. You were clearly in great pain,and yet you were still trying to get out of his grip,and you even tried to stab your little fingers in his eyes. That was definitely a smart move. Useless,of course,but smart nonetheless,especially in your panicked,pained state,that was proof you were still capable of thinking at least somewhat clearly,or that you were used to this kind of situation and knew to go for the eyes first.
He secretely hoped it was the first option.
He ultimately settled for carrying you bridal style,trying not to jostle you too much as it was clear it hurt you.
You were still screaming and kicking,and you were even able to hit him in the face once. Shame he had his elmet on,and you just ended up hurting your foot and crying out even louder.
Your body eventually gave up and you passed out,but you fought till the very last moment you could. He respected that.
He took you to his house and put you on the bed,looking for wounds.
You had many barely-healed or wrongly healed scars that he treated,and a broken rib from fighting God knows what. Thanks to the yautja technology,he was able to heal you fairly quickly thought.
He covered you with a fur and left you to rest. You looked like you needed it.
As soon as you woke up,you tried running away.
Obviously duh,you woke up in a random yautja's bed,you were scared shitless.
And damn,now that you were healed you were definitely faster. He almost found it a bit difficult to catch you. Almost.
He obviously still managed to in no time,but that's a lot for a hooman kid. Like,a lot lot.
He was impressed.
Even more so when you kept fighting him. Again and again,no matter how useless it was,you still fought thoot and nail,and that said a lot about you.
He liked that.
You end up calming down a little bit after he gave you food. You pratically inhaled the whole thing,and then stole some of his own food when he wasn't looking. The nerve.
He pretends not to notice.
You two end up building a genuine bond.
Now,yautja in my headcanon are pretty good parents. Sure,they have a very,very different way of raising children than ours,but still they love their offsprings and want to see them become strong,honorable yautjas.
Or hoomans,in this case.
He teaches you everything he knows. How to hunt,how to kill,how to clean a prey and cook it,how to patch yourself up...
He also tries to teach you his language,but your hooman vocal cords just aren't made for it,so you both just end up learning sign language to communicate if you don't know how to speak any earth language. Otherwise,you just use his translators.
He also does some adjustaments for you.
You are two different spieces,and you're the kid here,so of course he's the one having to help you.
Instead of teaching you how to fight with brute strenght,he opts for stealth and quickness. You're weaker than any yautja obviously,but you're small,fast and very smart,so he taught you how to use that.
He keeps you a secret from the clan at first. At least until you're ready to fight and hunt,when you're 15-16. Only then does he introduces you.
The other yautjas aren't happy about it. Why would they want a hooman in their clan?!
They shut up once you come back from your first hunt with a shit ton of throphies. You proved to be worthy,and they have to respect that whetever they like it or not.
But don't be fooled,just because now you're officialy an adult and part of the clan,your yautja parent is still protective of you.
You're just so much smaller and weaker than him,and so much...softer. Your skin is so soft and easy too break,nothing like yautjas rough and thick one,and your bones are still so very thin,he could snap any of them with just one hand.
He will fight other yautjas/any other creatures for you. No one hurts his baby hooman! (You’re 20 and one of the strongest member of the clan)
If you get hurt,he gets incredibly wooried and so snappy. Not at you,of course,but at anyone who comes even just close to you. So he's always the one patching you up.
Could you do it yourself? Yes. Will he let you? No.
In the end,you will always be that small,scared,struggling starving boy he carried home so many years ago. Even if you now tear heads off of xenomorphs on a weekly basis.
WE ARE SO BACK GUYS
