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Crimson Blood

Pairing: Val’kar (Yautja) x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Lost.

You were undeniably and dreadfully lost. Searching for your crew in the vast expanse of unknown land, alien and incredibly dangerous.

It had only been a few minutes you stepped away to free a poor little creature who had found itself caught in a vine. The soldiers were contemplating their next move anyway, you figured they would be there for a while.

What could you miss in those few minutes?

The animal was scrawny as it hung by its limbs, dangling from a towering tree. Its big beady eyes had met yours and it bared its sharp teeth, mouth wide, awaiting soft flesh to break into.

You’d spoke gently despite your slight unease, explaining that you meant no harm as you untangled the vines. It looked at you with what you could only recognize as disbelief that you would so willingly help it.

It was scurrying off before you could even register that its skinny limbs slipped from the vines. You tilted your head and pouted, only praying the poor little thing wouldn’t get caught again.

As you walked away, you didn’t notice the vine extending out to twist around your backpack, barely missing as you unknowingly had slipped just out of reach.

When you made it back, they were nowhere to be seen. The soldiers that had so insistently strung you along in case they needed medical assistance, left you.

Your stomach dropped and panic threatened to surface, but you pushed it down and pulled yourself together. They couldn’t have made it far.

And even if they had, someone would notice you’re gone and they’d come back for you, right?

So here you treaded, feet careful not to step on any unsuspecting danger and ears on alert, listening for any distant voices of your friends. It was uneasily quiet, only the slightest sounds of life echoing amongst the trees.

You went on for hours, the sky growing dark and lightening striking the sky. A gentle drizzle of rain pattered down on the forest floor. You looked up, savoring the feeling of cool rain after such a warm day.

You’d been trained yes, but it was rushed and you were confident you’d die out here alone. They’d warned you of this being a “death world” that everything would try to kill you guys.

You had no doubt in their claims, and only now cursed yourself for being so stupid that you would agree to come. It was a suicide mission, no matter how much they pushed the idea of scientific discovery.

Tears welled in your eyes, you wanted to go home.

A blood-curdling scream brought you out of your thoughts. You jerked, startled as a chill ran up your spine. The tone was familiar, someone you knew, but you couldn’t pinpoint who. They needed help.

You could hear faint gunshots, yelling and chaos as they were attacked.

The rain began to pick up as you ran toward where the sound came from, the water droplets growing with your fear. The loud rumble of thunder masking the sound of your feet hitting the muddied ground, muting your sharp breaths as adrenaline spread throughout your body.

The gunshots stopped, as quickly as they’d begun. The shouting seemed to dwindle, as though each voice was being silenced one by one.

Another scream, followed by a deep, malicious trill that send a wave of fear through you.

You smelled it before you saw them, metallic and thick. An unmistakable tinge of iron that made your nostrils burn. Then you saw it.

Through the clearing bloodied, mangled corpses of your once friends scattered the ground, guns held limply in their twisted arms. Heads bending at unnatural angles, some even ripped off their bodies- a long tissue covered spine trailing behind.

You felt sick, stomach churning as a lump formed in your throat.

Then you saw the perpetrator, a set of deep red eyes staring at you, mandibles flaring. A tall, menacing male. A Yautja. A species you had heard far too many horror stories of, all of which seemed gut wrenchingly true.

He was scarily large, skin different hues of charcoal- chest lighter than the dark shadows of his arms. Yours eyes shot up as his mandibles twitched, gaze still dead set on you.

You knew two things for certain, they were all dead and you were next.

Your feet had moved before you could even processed the thought of running, carrying you away as fast as they could under the false pretense that you really could elude his pursuit.

You zipped among the trees, running in confusing twists and turns in hopes of losing the Yautja, careful of your steps and the slick mud forming on the ground.

For a split second you thought you had escaped death-

Without warning your backpack was pulled up and off of you, forcing you to fall back onto the hard, wet ground with a gasp, the air leaving your lungs.

Your eyes widened in horror as the Yautja moved to pin you down with harsh clicks, sharp mandibles hovering just above you. On instinct you grabbed a large stick to your right side, swinging it up to hit the pointed crown of his head, hard.

The stick merely broke at impact, the effort futile against him.

Your eyes met his, crimson eyes squinting in fury, an unspoken challenge as he snarled at you. His clawed hands slammed your arms against the wet ground, weight holding you down with ease.

The blood from his previous slaughter staining your clothes, washing off of him and onto you with the rain.

You’d never felt so weak, so helpless as you tried to wiggle your legs free from the grip of his thighs. His fingers flexed around your forearm, the extremities appearing so small and frail within his grasp.

You were now the vulnerable creature wrapped within pulling vines, only there was nobody to save you. No kind soul to rip you free from your tethers.

A pitiful sound escaped your lips, a mix of terror and frustration at your capture. “Please!” you cried as you writhed beneath the Yautja.

He seemed to enjoy this, your fear and weak little body squirming in a pathetic attempt at freedom. He relished in it, eyes darkening when you nearly slipped your leg free from his.

He said something, ticks harsh and in warning, the words foreign though you understood the idea. Be still.

Your eyes fluttered in defeat as tears welled within them, lip quivering. There was nothing you could do, you were entirely at his mercy.

He moved like a viper, one hand now holding both of your wrists above your head, he paused and observed you with a scrutinizing gaze, red irises following every move you made.

He was testing you, seeing if you were done putting up your worthless fight.

You wondered why he didn’t just kill you, why he was toying with you in this sick little game of cat and mouse.

Tears rolled down the sides of your temples as you remained still, muscles softening beneath him as you forced yourself to relax in a desperate last-resort to stay alive.

His free hand moved along your sides, long clawed fingers scraping at your ribs and reaching behind to your back, trailing at your spine… down further and further-

You squeaked in horror, “Stop it!!” body once again thrashing under him.

His mandibles widened in annoyance and he continued his search, feeling at your pockets and anywhere you could hide a weapon.

Your wiggling slowed as you realized he was looking for firearms, maybe knives, none of which you had on you. Unlucky for you.

Your chest rose and fell with quick breaths, he checked your ankles next, suspicious when he found nothing along the sides of your boots.

Those daring eyes met yours again, curious of your purpose. You were weak, defenseless, and seemingly of no help to anybody.

You could feel his judgement scorching into you and scrunched your nose in defiance, eyes still watery as you fought to stay strong.

He seemed to come to a conclusion, red irises staring at you sharply. They squinted again and he reached to his side. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting an end that never came.

Instead, tightly bound rope twisted around your hands. Your brows furrowed in confusion, “W-what are you doing..?” you said softly, accusingly.

The Yautja moved to your ankles, restraining them so swiftly you wouldn’t have realized if it weren’t for the harsh burn of the rope against your ankles.

“Keeping you.” a gutteral voice grumbled from above, raspy and mixed with low clicks. You were at a loss for words, so shocked by him speaking your language you hardly processed the gravity of what he said.

Your eyes dilated at the prospect, throat tightening. He just massacred the only humans on this cursed planet with you, and now he’s going to keep you?

Before you could react he stood and slung you over his shoulder, bound arms trapped between your belly and his pointy shoulder. “Wait, n-no,” you’d started only to be cut off by a snarl that vibrated through his body.

Mean and absolute.

It was as though he was just upset about this as you. The audacity. You opened your mouth to protest, almost immediately shutting it and biting your tongue, not wanting to anger him further.

The fight within you dwindled as you stared at his back, thoughts running faster than you could keep up.

You rocked atop his shoulder with each step he took, unease gnawing at your insides as a foreboding feeling set over you.

Your adrenaline soon dwindled down, leaving you entirely exhausted. You were too tired to feel scared, for now at least. Body shivering as the cold rain continued to pelt down on you both.

The Yautja didn’t seem to mind though, his large and surprisingly soft hand holding your thighs against him, sharp nails a silent warning against your skin, yet keeping your increasingly limp body secure from falling.

His hand was warm, and only moments ago ripping the spines out of the soldiers you once knew. Your thoughts began to blur, rain continuing to hit your back as sleep overtook your drained body.

[therainywriter]

Crimson Blood (Part 4)

Pairing: Val’kar (Yautja) x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

His ship was in fact not close.

It had taken you another two days to reach the vessel, you hadn’t believed him when he said you had arrived.

You were staring at nothing but a clear opening to a meadow, grass fading from green to white razor-like blades. It glistened under the sun, beauty a double edged sword.

You gasped when his ship materialized before your very eyes, having been cloaked and invisible while he was away.

It was a known fact that the Yautja have cloaking abilities, a stealthy tactic they utilized well in combat. You were in awe to see it yourself, something that seems so impossible, possible.

You followed behind him as he made his way inside, the interior was spacious yet perfect for him. Though it was massive to you, this was one of the smaller ships, fitting for one or two hunters.

It was dim inside, comfortably so, red lights lining intricate designs on the walls and doors.

You sat your bag near where you entered, frowning at how mangled it looked. You’d fix it up one day, that little bag was all you had left.

Everything in the vessel was advanced and efficient, serving a distinct purpose.

You looked into what rooms were open, one seemed to be a trophy room. Countless skulls were displayed, features sharp and imposing. The giant head of a xenomorph- multiple of them hung proudly among the other monstrous skeletons.

Val’kar was a hunter, an exceptional one at that.

You wondered what it was he sought on this planet, if what he was doing so for is own gain or for his clan.

You quickly left the room, an eerie feeling settling over you the longer you lingered.

There was a room closer to the control panel, a firm looking bed coming out of the wall was all that occupied the space. A single pelt of soft fur covered the wide metal, no pillows or plethora of blankets.

A sort of canopy came over the area, blocking the low lights that illuminated the area above.

Your back hurt just looking at it.

You wandered some more and found a small room that seemed entirely empty at first. Then you saw a shower head at the very center on the ceiling, a dip going into the floor where the drain resided.

There were a few buttons on the wall, strange symbols covering them that made no apparent sense to you. It was tempting to press them, but you refrained, not wanted to be doused in water.

You were further pleased at your restraint when you saw that there were no towels. Nothing remotely near to dry off with.

You found your way back to the head of the ship, passing by the weapon filled armory he was reloading within- pausing to admire a shiny helmet among the area he would hang his armor.

It was shaped to vaguely resemble his head, it was just as menacing as he was, design threatening. The eyes were red like his, sinister to whatever prey was found in his hunt.

You forced yourself to continue forward, waiting patiently by his command center. You couldn’t help but admire the dark, ornate chair. Though it looked to be more of a throne than a chair.

It wasn’t long before you left the vessel, making sure to grab your bag on the way out.

You’d spent the next couple weeks scouting the forest for whatever he was searching for, some sort of trophy he wouldn’t elaborate on.

You wanted to go back to the comfort of the ship, the fur covered metal seeming far more comfortable than swatting off bugs and smelling like burning wood.

You hated it.

Every night he’d find a body of water, whether it was a river or lake you would have a chance to clean up. To wash the dirt and sweat from your tired body.

At least you had that much.

You’d changed the dressing on his leg a few more times, amazed at how quickly he was healing. He didn’t even need the gauze to protect it anymore, the torn skin having already formed thin scars where the cuts were.

He would observed you closely, sharply. Crimson eyes regarding you with bloodlust, a hunger that made you falter.

Your wrists had gotten better long before his leg, the glowing blood he lathered on them had the rope burn nearly gone by the next morning.

It seemed to have a systemic effect- healing your leg as well, the bruising from where that vine had squeezed you so tightly scattered and yellow- as opposed to the purplish blue that had started to develop.

Your days usually consisted of a lot of walking, sometimes he’d teach you about the flora and fauna, show you plants to not touch and fruits that were safe to eat.

He’d climb the trees sometimes, helping to pull you along when you’d struggle reaching a branch. Those times you would rest, safe enough on high ground to give your body a break.

He was always alert, even when you thought he was sleeping. You learned that the hard way when you tried to sneak a flower into a crevice at his belt.

You thought you got away with it until you looked up to find red eyes squinting at you in wordless accusation.

Yet he never removed the flower, only closed his eyes as you struggled to explain yourself. It seemed like an amusing idea at the time…

And it was a little goofy to see him walking around with a dainty flower in his belt. It didn’t fit the whole scary, grumpy… Val’kar thing he had going on.

You’d learned he spared you because you were unarmed, that honorable Yautja only pick a worthy fight. Though you doubted that was the only reason.

The way he looked at you, looked through you. It felt like so much more.

At first you feared it, but now you found yourself having a penchant for those moments. Letting him pull you close when you need to be stealthy, slotting you between his legs as he crouched to remain hidden.

You’d gotten better at avoiding danger, but couldn’t help but slip up every now and then. That’s how you got yourself in trouble yet again.

There was a single large egg you found out of place on the ground, and without Val’kar looming over you- you picked it up.

That proved to be a grave mistake, as soon after, a massive reptilian vulture squawked in fury. Val’kar was quick to grab your wrist and start running.

He scolded you as he dash between the trees, seeming to know your newfound enemies moves before they even happened.

The creature would leave to grab rocks, dropping them on exploding plants once it returned. He yanked you off to the side and tugged you into a tight fitting cave.

“Sorry,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath as you slotted yourself between him and the cave wall.

His skin was warm against yours, cold armor a stark comparison as he pressed against you. You clutched your hands at your chest, holding them awkwardly. You had to tilt your head to the side, the gear at his torso starting to dig into the top of your temple.

You were tempted to poke his belly, force him into giving you room to breathe.

You were about to say something when he pulled you up high into his arms, hands at your thighs as his weight held you firmly against the uneven cave wall.

Your knees grazed the rock behind him, you realized he really didn’t have anymore room to offer you.

Your stomach jolted, skin tingling under the sharp press of his fingertips against the fabric at your thighs. He continued to look toward the entrance, scanning the forest outside.

Your hands moved to rest against his armor, holding onto the deep ridges of the gear.

There were far too many times you found yourself held against him, especially considering your traumatic introduction. Though it all seemed like a distant memory now.

As days turned into weeks you’d begun to trust him.

He was like your… messed up guardian of sorts. An unstoppable force that ensured your safety despite everything.

It was a confounding dynamic you weren’t sure you’d ever understand.

You could feel him breathing against you, chest rising deeply. His scent encompassed you, clean and rich- an earthy, spicy smell.

You took a breath in as he invade your senses. You were convinced he did it on purpose, somehow made you feel this way.

You shifted uncomfortably, an attempt to escape the unwavering heat flourishing- spreading within your body, like a wildfire that couldn’t so simply be tamed.

You wiggled, it just wouldn’t stop.

“Ki'cte!” he hissed against your ear, hands tightening at the flesh of your legs.

“Stop moving,” he growled, a few harsh clicks following his words. You ceased all movement, what would’ve scared you before, now only fueled the fire.

Your belly fluttered, you tried to ignore it. Tried to think of the danger just outside of the cave, of the big beast who’d chased you into this position.

Yet you were flustered, brain frustratingly foggy at his proximity.

There was something truly wrong with you, you should be scared right now. Worried about a creature that was hunting you down at this very moment.

Val’kar tensed, mandibles flaring ever so slightly.

His attention once more turned to you, fierce red eyes meeting yours. His mandibles flared again.

“You enjoy this,” he recognized lowly, voice heavily accented as he trailed off in his native language, “I can smell it.”

You shook your head in denial, beyond mortified at his words- but you knew it was true, as horrific as the realization was.

“No, I… I don’t,” you opposed anyway, the dull throb between your legs saying otherwise.

He scoffed in response, clawed fingers digging poking holes in your pants as he experimentally moved your hips against his abdomen, rubbing you against the hard muscle.

You mewled at the sudden sensation, at the pleasure that spread at your core. Your hips twitched against him, it was miserable how much you ached.

“No?” he sneered, eyes dilated as he tilted his head.

You took in a shaky breath, turning your head in feigned disagreement, body betraying you as you tightened your legs around him.

The loud thud of a hefty rock dropping in front of the cave entrance frightened you out of your haze.

The vulture-esque creature had found you.

He growled what you assumed to be a curse, lowering you down to the ground and bending to your ear, mandibles grazing the side of your face.

“Next time,” he clicked lowly, a dark promise that left your head spinning.

He was gone before you could say anything, the reptilian bird screeching in the distance. You could hear him fighting it, thermal blades activating.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, stomach twisting in both excitement and fear. You faintly wondered if you’d imagined what just happened.

[therainywriter]

Crimson Blood (Part 2)

Val’kar (Yautja) x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Your wrists and ankles burned, the entirety of your body sore and aching. With a huff you rolled to your back and tried to stretch- only to be met with painful resistance. Then it hit you.

You gulped, throat dry and itchy. Visceral images stained with red flashed in your eyes, the memories of yesterday plaguing your mind.

The screams, blood, him.

With a slight struggle of your bound limbs you managed to sit up, scanning the diminishing fire beside you that crackled with gentle pops, smoke twirling up and into nothing.

Your heart fluttered when you saw your backpack, a strange hope building within your chest. You wouldn’t so easily be overtaken.

The Yautja was nowhere to be seen, clear of the raging river just in the distance and the lush forest that surrounded you entirely.

He couldn’t have left you alone, and even if he did- he wasn’t far. No, you were positive of that.

You had to try regardless. Not letting your opportunity go to waste, you scooted over to your bag and rummaged through what your binds would allow. Nothing, absolutely nothing. You should’ve known better.

He’d taken your knife, the one thing you could use to defend yourself. The rest of your bag was filled with bandages, first aid supplies, and medicine. Absolutely nothing of use to you against him.

Frustration bloomed within you.

He was silent in his approach, appearing from behind you without so much of a glance your way. You clenched your hands, willing your body to stay calm as fear crept up your tinging spine.

You studied his movements, watching his scarlet tipped dreads gather at his shoulders as he bent to pick up a dark metal chest piece.

Red seemed to highlight the sharp points across his body, deep and rich like the gray of his graphite skin.

You watched him put the armor on, arms lifting to accentuate two deep scars on the right of his chest, the healed lacerations running sideways to his waist.

You wondered what kind of creature could cause such a gruesome wound. A morbid feeling came over you as you thought of what he did to thing that so undoubtedly injured him.

His chest piece was layered, elegantly so- yet intimidating, strong and angular. Articulated in a way that would keep silent in a hunt, lethal to unsuspecting prey. His lean abdomen remained exposed, vulnerable.

What looked to be a serrated vertebrae strung down from the left side of his waist, the gear decorated with bones of monstrous enemies.

Trophies that you felt had significance, a feat only other Yautja would understand.

He looked up, adjusting the gauntlets that matched his armored chest. One swift motion had three incredibly sharp blades extending with a near silent swoosh. They glistened black in the sunlight, retracing back with one swift motion.

A threat? Most certainly.

Disdainful, red eyes stared into yours, finally acknowledging your existence. Though you wish he hadn’t. Your pulse picked up, breath hitching when he moved over to you, bending with a growl to throw you over his shoulder again.

You used all your might and kicked your tied legs up and into his gut. He stumbled back with a huff, grimace fading into something akin to intrigue. A vehement curiosity that you didn’t want to explore.

“Let me go,” you attempted to state with confidence, a strong voice. What came out instead resembled a broken plea.

Though your eyes held fervent determination, a wordless notion that was met with an unwavering gaze.

You blinked and your cheeks were being squeezed, jaw cradled in his palm as sharp fingers pinched at the soft flesh of your face. You tried to jerk your head away, at no avail.

His voice rumbled, low and venomous. “Such a fight for being so weak, pyode amedha.”

A flash of anger spread across your skin, all caution being thrown out the window.

Your head turned in instinct to grab a mouthful of the thumb pressed at your cheek. You caught his flesh between your teeth and bit down, hard.

He hissed yanking his hand back, red eyes snapping back to you with such an intensity you began to regret your little stunt, stomach sinking in a way that made you nauseous.

That same hand grabbed your throat, lifting you up and back until the dull sting of bark gnawed at your already sore back.

Sharp appendages hovered at the sides of your face ever so gently, it would only take a second for them to close and pierce your soft flesh. You wavered at the grip on your neck, legs dangling midair.

His grip was firm yet loose enough to keep your airways open, you were trapped but unharmed. Your heart thrummed against your chest, anger and fear molding into something you couldn’t quite place.

Before you could raise your legs to kick him, his right arm grabbed them in one, confining your weakened limbs at his side.

You let your head fall back against the tree in defeat, tied hands pressed against the alien material covering his chest. His words echoed in your head, keeping you.

“What do you want from me?” you asked as your eyes welled with tears. His eyes squinted slightly as though he was trying to figure that out himself. If he wanted you dead, you would’ve been in the same position as your friends by now.

Yet you remain alive and breathing, even after biting him.

“You stand no chance here,” he uttered lowly, the clicks between his words reverberating against you. It wasn’t an answer, but rather a statement. One that you couldn’t deny, without trained soldiers to fight off hostile flora and fauna, you were walking prey.

Your brows knit together in confusion, a tear escaping your eye, “So why help me..?” you questioned, voice unsteady.

The hand at your jugular tightened, claws slightly digging into your warm flesh. You gulped, wanting nothing more than to wiggle out of his grasp. But you were cornered, nowhere to go, no way out.

Deep crimson eyes looked into yours, as though he was looking straight through you, further searching for the barest part of your being. Any reason to truly explain just why he hadn’t ripped your skull from your body.

A sea of red bore into you, pulling you deeper within the bloody tides. The faintest flecks of gold scattered around his pupils, so sparse you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so close to his face.

Two scars cut the right side of his face, from his temple to cheekbone, just barely missing his eye. It had to have been from the same creature that gnarled his chest.

You caught his gaze once more, realizing he’d seen you so intently observing his scar, the inhuman features of his face. You suddenly felt warm, too warm, curiosity having gotten the best of you.

Something in the air changed, thickening and suffocating. You didn’t like it.

He let you go without warning, reaching at his side to pull out a razor sharp blade, as dark as obsidian. Your eyes widened as he freed you from your binds.

Though your question still remained.

“Do not do anything stupid,” he grumbled in warning. His eyes regarded you sharply, as if daring you to slip up. You blinked and nodded, absentmindedly rubbing at your burning wrists.

You rolled your ankles, wincing at the ache that spread up to your knees.

The leather of your boots indented from how tightly he’d secured the rope. You massaged your joints through the boots, ankles not hurting nearly as much as your wrists.

It felt good to stretch, even through the pain. You used the tree behind you to steady yourself as you stood, legs a little wobbly but sturdy enough to hold your weight.

You found your way to your bag, eying the Yautja cautiously as you unzipped a section, grabbing a small tube of ointment. He paid no mind to you as he reached to place bone cutting discs at his back.

You took a shaky breath in, pulling your focus to yourself. The ointment soothed your abraded skin, flesh greedily soaking it in.

You’d inspect your ankles tonight, assuming you’d have a chance to settle. You weren’t so worried about them, your boots taking the brunt of the damage.

You put your ointment back in its designated pouch, slinging your bag around your shoulders.

You stood warily, wanting nothing more than to dart off and face the consequences of being caught. One more chance at escape.

Even if you did slip from his grasp, he was right. You wouldn’t last another day by yourself. You weren’t at all acclimated to the harsh environment they’d sent you to.

The thought was defeating.

You didn’t trust him, every cell in your body screaming danger as he stared at you, expression all too knowing. He would enjoy the hunt, he wanted you to run.

A chill ran down your spine, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Without a word he began walking, strides long and calculated as you hesitantly followed behind. You kept a distance, legs moving quickly just to keep up.

You wondered what his name was, what his purpose was on such an unfavorable planet. Were there more of them here?

You let yourself speculate answers, biting at the dry skin on your lips. You tensed as you caught sight of the dark red staining your gray shirt, once more reminded of the bloodbath you’d so willingly walked into.

Though he hadn’t directly stated it, he offered you his protection. A source of security in this unforgiving world. Why would he when he seemed so harsh, so cruel when his eyes met yours?

Your head buzzed, feeling light as you forced your troubling thoughts away. He was dangerous, a ruthless killer that took your only companions in this alien world. You couldn’t let your guard down, you wouldn’t.

[therainywriter]

Crimson Blood (Part 3)

Pairing: Val’kar (Yautja) x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air, a tension that was almost suffocating.

The Yautja walked with purpose, his steady pace leaving you to struggle behind his large form. You suffered in silence, almost wishing he’d throw you over his shoulder again just to give your legs a break.

He gave no explanations as to where you were going, or at the very least how far away your destination happened to be. Absolutely nothing. He was merely dragging you along.

And for what reason? That question was going to haunt your dreams.

A part of you wanted to ask him, to give in and question your captor. But you refrained, fear lingering at the pit of your stomach, a constant reminder of what he’s capable of.

He paused in his tracks, clicking a few times with indecipherable words as though thinking aloud. You tried to pick the strange phrases apart, entirely clueless as to what they could mean.

Instead you eyed the round blades attached to his back.

You wondered how close you could get to grabbing them before he would notice, how long it would take him to turn around and snatch your wrist. Those red eyes would squint at you in warning, daring you to try.

You wanted to challenge him, to seem less meek and helpless. You remembered biting him, observing him a little too intently all while he did the same to you. The air had shifted then, thick with a strange tension you couldn’t quite explain.

You scrunched your nose, entirely disturbed, goosebumps rising along your skin in recollection.

At the same time you were scared, terrified of him. You knew what he was capable of, the carnage he brought to those soldiers. The friends you shared laughs with by the warmth of a campfire. No ointments or medications could save them now, their corpses left to be picked apart by the carnivores of this world.

You frowned, conflicted as your chest tightened, thoughts more tormenting than the male ahead of you.

You took a breath in, attempting to clear your mind. It was now you noticed a vine wrapped around your ankle, your head tilted in question- wait…

The beady eyed animal flashed in your head, its frail body caught within similar vines to those that seemed to curl around you further.

“H-hey! I think-“ your words were caught in a scream as the vines lifted you up into the air. The Yautja darted after you, yelling something you didn’t understand.

The root crept up your leg tightening its hold as another picked at your bag. You bent yourself up trying to pry your limb free, fingers breaking off little pieces of the branch.

Your efforts only seemed to worsen your current predicament, “Stop it!” you shrieked, feeling a strap of your backpack tear off from your shoulder.

You held the other strap as tightly as you could, trying to kick your leg free with a pitiful cry.

Your eyes found the Yautja running after you from below, all fear abandoned as you reached your free hand out to him in desperation. Seeking safety from the very thing that caused you so much distress.

A deep growl emanated from him, mandibles flaring as red irises locked onto your outstretched hand. He somehow moved faster, gaining on the creature that had you in its vice like grip.

A vine slithered at his back, trailing at his feet with malice, but he was too focused on you to take notice.

“Behind you!!” you warned, pointing at the snake like branch that was getting closer every second that passed. His head turned and he reached for the circular blades you’d been looking at only moments before.

He pressed something in the middle and the ends glowed a burning orange, with a swift throw the sharp weapon cut the vine in half, sizzling as it burned its way through the root.

The end of the branch opened to expose a mouth of sorts, making a screeching trill as it was severed. Those trills seemed to surround the two of you, coming from every which way.

You curled in on yourself when he threw one of those glowing blades your way, your body free falling down mere seconds later. You shrieked when he caught you, instead expecting the unforgiving impact of the ground.

The Yautja’s strong arms cradled you, warm as he clutched you tightly to the hard material at his chest. He quickly moved you over onto his right arm, forearm tucked under your legs as he held you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, grasping him with all your might. You caught sight of what surrounded you, those vine-like branches were closing in on you. They moved like vipers, met with lethal slashes from the Yautja when they got too close.

He’d been successful in fighting them off thus far, but there were far too many coming from every which way, and you were only holding him back.

He snarled, the sound venomous as he hastened his pace further. Your eyes widened when you saw what he was headed for- a cliff. You could see through an opening the murky green water ahead, a waterfall crashing down on the other side of the flowing valley.

You squeezed your eyes shut, stomach lifting as he jumped. Gravity pulled the both of you down fast through the misty air, cold water meeting you as you crashed below the surface.

His arm never left your body, hand wrapped around your waist as he swam up, taking you with him. You helped the best you could, pushing up against the weight of the water.

Your nose burned as water filled it, not enough air within your lungs to blow out. You pinched your nostrils, the surface feeling so incredibly far away.

Cool air met your face and you gasped, taking greedy breaths in as you coughed. Your bag felt heavy in the water, a lump sunken within your grip.

“Are you okay?” you asked breathless, treading water as the Yautja deemed it safe to let you go. He grunted and swam toward the rocky shore, “Yes,” he huffed. You pushed against the water, sighing in relief when you felt rocks below your boots.

Everything felt heavy, clothes soaked as they clung uncomfortably to your frame. You grimaced and tried ringing out what you could, glancing over to your captor.

Water dripped down his drained body, head tilted back as he caught his breath. His muscled flexed as he wiped his eyes, flicking water droplets off his face. It was now you noticed the green luminescent blood slowly dripping down his left thigh.

It was an abnormal sight, the color an off putting contrast against his dark skin- disturbingly beautiful.

“You’re hurt,” you voiced weakly, having a momentary battle within yourself before you moved his way. Crimson eyes observed you as you looked him over, small hands cautiously tracing the scattered cuts along his arms.

They weren’t bad, faint… it seemed as though he was mostly unscathed.

“They will heal,” he rasped, chest still heaving from exertion.

Your brows knit together at the liquid green trickling slowly down his leg, “This… needs wrapped,” you said hesitantly. He leaned against a large rock, half sitting to look at the wound.

His mandibles were relaxed despite his obvious discomfort, eyes meeting yours after he investigated the injury himself.

It was deep, but not terribly so. Two lacerations at his thigh having the most depth, cutting under the gear that was supposed to protect the flesh of his leg. Smaller cuts surrounded the larger ones, a nasty show of just what those creatures could do.

The vines were agile, finding a way to harm even the most adept of predators.

Your hand shook as you palpated the skin at his thigh, feeling the textured flesh curiously. Warm alien blood oozed from the cut. The Yautja dipped his pointer and middle finger into the glowing liquid.

You froze when he smeared it on your wrists, the rope burn that encompassed them both. You were familiar with the healing properties of their blood to humans, a strange reaction scientists couldn’t fully explain.

His gaze was guarded, still sharp as you quietly thanked him.

You searched within the soaked cloth of your bag, threads torn and a strap missing. You were just happy you still had your supplies after the attack. Something of yours that had not been so easily taken.

Just when you were about to give up, you found a bandage wrapped in plastic- one that hadn’t yet been opened.

You rummaged around some more, finding little bandages to help hold the edges of the cuts together. You didn’t have any clean water to rinse the wound, so your cold plunge would have to do.

You applied a thin layer of ointment, the muscle beneath you- slightly tense as you worked quickly. You closed the wound edges the best you could, and bandaged his thigh, holding pressure as you wrapped it.

You were finally content when green stopped leaking through the elastic fabric. You looked up with a pleased smile, expression falling as you met his gaze.

He watched you with a piercing stare, eyes dark in a newfound understanding. There was ardor within the deep red of his irises, an all consuming hunger you did not want to face.

So you didn’t. Your heart picked up and you backed away, movements jerky as you yanked your bag along with you.

You gulped, regarding him warily. “What’s your name?” you asked after what felt like an eternity spent wondering.

He stood without a word, looming tall above you as he stretched out his leg, testing how well he could move the injured muscle. He hissed slightly in pain but otherwise seemed content with the result.

Red eyes glanced your way, sharp yet not as cold. “Val’kar,” he answered, voice deep and strong. You tested the name on your lips, unable to pronounce it as he had, throaty clicks missing in the second half.

You offered your own name, an unspoken olive branch you weren’t sure you wanted to give. But he saved you, put himself so willingly in harms way to ensure your survival.

It was beyond perplexing.

“We will settle here, my ship is near,” his voice rumbled out as he started building the base for a fire pit. In an attempt to make yourself useful you grabbed some dry sticks close by, placing them down beside him.

Val’kar moved with ease, placing the sticks particularly before lighting them up with a device he’d taken off his belt. His motions were fluid, as though he’d done this a million times before.

Your hands gravitated towards the heat, wet clothes making you shiver as the wind picked up. The sun would fall soon and the temperature would drop further.

You got spare clothes from your bag, laying them out among the rocks to dry. He said nothing as he began to take off his gear, resting it beside the large rock you’d bandaged him on moments ago.

You tried to look away, yet found yourself unable to tear your gaze from his moving form, the way his muscles tensed beneath dark gray skin, holding such overpowering strength. You let your eyes wonder down to his lean abdomen as he took off his belt, leaving him in nothing but his armored loincloth.

Wrong, this was wrong.

You closed your eyes and curled up beside the fire, focusing on the warmth that comforted your body. You felt like a traitor to your own kind.

Time passed quickly, sky growing dark as you sat alone. Val’kar had gone to capture you food, the thought leaving your mouth watering. You were starving and thirsty, your flask of boiling water still cooling.

You’d used the bathroom while he was hunting, feeling beyond relieved after your bladder was empty and you were all washed up. You felt a little more like yourself, thrilled that your clothes were nearly dry.

The fabric was thin and breeze strong enough to slowly wick away the moisture. You’d change tomorrow, not wanting to risk being caught half naked.

It felt like he’d been gone for an eternity, stars now beginning to dot the sky, glimmering in a way that reminded you of home.

A series of clicks alerted you before you saw him.

He emerged with some sort of meat, a few plum-colored fruits along with it. He offered you some of the raw muscle at first, withdrawing his hand when you grimaced. His mandibles flared ever so slightly, disapproval evident.

“What is this?” you questioned, eying the rich purple flesh. The thought of it being poison crossed your mind, but the idea fled as soon as it came.

Surely not.

“K'yatu, it is sweet,” he explained lowly, saying a few more words in his own language. A further explanation that he couldn’t quite put into human words.

You grabbed one with more effort than expected as it engulfed your palm, your tired arm aching as you pulled it to you.

“K’yatu,” you repeated to yourself, taking an exploratory bite. It was delicious, flavor and texture most similar to a peach. An abnormally large peach at that.

The fruit was soft beneath your teeth, nectar syrupy as it melted against your tongue. The middle was a honey yellow, little black seeds floating at the pit.

You ate two of them, leaving the third for Val’kar. Your stomach felt full, satisfied as you laid on your side.

He didn’t eat until you were finished, scarlet eyes menacing in the darkness of the night. Only now you didn’t feel as scared, more so treacherously safe as he sat guard.

You didn’t know what he wanted with you, but you were determined to find out. Val’kar, his name was at least a start.

[therainywriter]

Mindless Curiosity (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

You were in a hammock of sorts, tucked within Rh’auks arms while he caressed your sides. His claws drug lightly against your flesh, shirt having ridden up from his ministrations.

You wiggled and flipped around with his help, mindful of not tipping the both of you over and onto the cold, hard forest ground.

You cuddled into his chest, closing your eyes when he resumed his gentle touches. He purred at your little nuzzles against him, heart swelling at just how sweet his ooman was.

You mindlessly reached up and touched his dreads, something you’d yet to do. You felt at the strange appendages, long between your fingers, warm and slightly rubbery.

He clicked sharply, jolting at the touch. His hand shot up to remove yours, pulling it away gently.

You frowned and looked up at him, eyes wide and confused, clouded with worry, “Did I hurt you?”

His gaze was soft, “No, you did not hurt me. Don’t fret dear one,” he responded, sharp nails now trailing along your back.

You were instantly comforted, melting once more against him in reassurance. Yet you still wondered why it had garnered such a reaction out of him.

Rh’auk was very stoic, not much could break him from his usual serious dementor. Well, aside from you of course.

You broke through every barrier his flesh held, his soul entirely bare to you. He would have it no other way,

He sighed as though he could hear the thoughts running about in your mind. “You are curious, yes?”

You nearly smiled, he knew you too well. “Mhm..” you admitted softly, leaning in your head up from against his chest to look at him.

“While they usually help my species in combat, the… sensors of sorts are pleasurable at certain times,” he’d begun, having paused his explanation to find the right words.

You grew hot at the implication, realization setting in. You should’ve known, you felt beyond embarrassed for making him explain.

“It is like when I play with yo-“you hid your face in your hands, “Okay, okay I get it!” you interrupted.

He chuckled, mandibles clicking together in amusement. “Do not get shy,” he smirked, lowering your hands from your face with his own.

“It would not make sense for you to know,” he said with a kiss to your knuckles, “we both must learn.”

Though you still felt timid, he was right.

You smiled softly and kissed his exposed chest, the muscle warm under your lips.

He hummed and hoisted you up, closer to him. His voice had lowered and eyes held a promising gaze, “You may touch them, but I can not promise to hold back.”

The mere suggestion had you flustered, and once more you felt at the appendage, smooth below your fingers.

[therainywriter]

Mistaken (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk x Reader

Request: Hi, I’m a massive fan of your writing and I adore your yautja fics, but I have to ask if your consider writing something similar to the jealously fic. Like reader is jealous thinking one of the much larger women yautja are trying to court your mate, only to find out your mate is jealous cause it’s clear the woman is trying to court you instead.

Your mate was in a meeting with important members of the tribe, occupied inside the hut you sat outside of.

You weren’t sure what it was about, though you were curious now, hearing their low, muffled clicks. You smiled, recognizing Rh’auk among them.

The breeze was warm and humidity comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean your head on the tree you sat against, letting your eyes shut and mind rest.

You didn’t fight it when you began dozing off, Rh’auk would be a while anyway.

When he finally emerged from the hut, he found you where he left you, only now you were sleeping peacefully.

He was beyond fond of his precious little hooman, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and nap the evening away.

Alas, there were things to be done, tasks he couldn’t brush aside, not even for you.

He crouch in front of you and brushed a clawed finger against your cheek, waking you gently with pets and small kisses.

You grumbled at first, so cruelly being pulled from your light slumber.

But once you saw him you grinned, arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled him into a tight embrace.

“You’re back,” you mumbled happily, nuzzling yourself closer.

His chest rumbled lowly, mandibles clicking together occasionally. Your warm greeting making his heart melt- as it does only for you, “Yes, I am back ank’te.”

He lifted you to your feet with ease, immediately missing your arms around him as you released your hold at his neck and stood with a small yawn.

“How was your meeting?” you questioned, interlacing your hand with his larger one as you began your walk back home.

He thought for a moment, “It went well. There is much to do in little time.”

You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his arm, deciding not to push for details he didn’t wish to share.

You felt slightly aggravated when a female Yautja stopped you and Rh’auk in your walk. It was ridiculous how often they fawned over your mate, even with you clinging to his side.

She was strong and tall, bigger than Rh’auk, but still delicate in a way. Gold accents of jewelry rest upon her skin in a beautiful contrast, shimmering with each movement she made.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure at her powerful elegance. She was worthy, worthy of a male such as Rh’auk.

Her eyes were soft as she looked at you, but harder when your mate spoke their native tongue, demanding her attention.

Rh’auk seemed more territorial than aggressive towards her. He growled and snapped at her words, whatever she was saying, he really didn’t take lightly to it.

They seemed to be arguing, a part of you worried they’d begin fighting.

You flinched when she hissed, mandibles flaring before backing off. She gave you one last soft glance as she wandered elsewhere.

You looked up at him confused, “What was.. that about?”

He grumbled, “She wished to challenge me- to court you,” the words came out sharply, fading into indecipherable, sharp clicks.

Your eyes widened, oh.

“There is always one to threaten me for you. What am I to do?” he picked you up bridal style, continuing walking whilst he glanced down at your wide, surprised eyes.

“You are lucky I did not take you then and there for everyone to see mei’aki.” he huffed, making your body heat up at the mere idea.

“I thought she was trying to court you,” you said after a moment, fingers absentmindedly tracing the deep scars on his chest.

He shook his head, the sharp appendages at his jaw moving as he chittered, amused.

“She is not the only female who has sought you out ooman,” Rh’auk seemed so sour again at the idea of anyone stealing you from him.

You kissed his chest, feeling the way his hands tightened on your skin, “You’re the only one I’ll ever call my mate,” you said sweetly.

He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks and lean down to kiss you, your words meaning far more to him than you’d ever imagine.

He could only think to show you how much they meant to him.

[therainywriter]

Na-Baron (Suggestive)

Pairing: Feyd Rautha x Reader

So sweet and polite, you didn’t belong in a place like this.

Everyone around you was a scum, a lying piece of filth that would only use that innocence to their own benefit.

You knew this, you weren’t ignorant, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to treat them as they did you, as low as it made you feel.

Fear kept you quiet and respectful as well. All it took was one slip up, and no matter how little you’d be begging for your life.

You’re the newest addition to the Harkonnen’s house, a servant for the Na-Baron, Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. They never enlightened you on what happened to the previous chambermaid, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

Some things were best kept unheard of, especially in this treacherous place.

You kept your head down, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the perfect women around you. They all were beautiful, delicate with a smooth complexion.

Much like their shared appearance, their lack of joy was all the same. At times they seemed almost lifeless, their souls worn down and stripped of any hope for a better life.

Sadness for them bit at your chest, this was no way to live.

Feyd watched you with an unreadable gaze, and though he paid you little regard, his eyes were always searching for yours.

He observed the way you shifted in your stance, fingers intertwining behind your back as you grew nervous. How easy it was to make you squirm.

You hadn’t thrown yourself at him like the others, offering your body as means to please him. They all were so eager, but you- you shied away from him.

In the halls you always pay notice to him with a small smile before bowing your head down, eyes glued to the floor as you passed by.

It drove him insane that such a meek little being could push him to madness.

His eyes hardened and grew dark, he wanted to ruin you, to corrupt you entirely, to own your very existence. Then, perhaps he would see you as he does every other woman in this house.

The day passed slowly and before you knew it you were rounding the corner to the Na-Barons chamber.

You moved quickly, knocking a couple of times before entering when you heard no reply. His room was always clean, pristine even.

It was his training quarters that constantly seemed to be splattered with blood and laden with needle sharp weapons.

You clean the knives first, washing the somewhat fresh crimson off with a worrisome mind.

You always wondered whose blood was spilled. The rational part of your brain knew they were discarded in a bag somewhere, but you could only hope that they didn’t face their end at his hands.

Feyd watched in the doorway as your hands halted their cleaning, your mind was elsewhere, eyes staring distantly as a familiar red swirled down the drain.

“Careful,” his coarse voice insincerely warned.

You jumped, finger sliding against the edge of the knife, skin splitting like butter on the blade. You gasped and pulled your hand back, a loud clink meeting your ears as it fell into the sink.

With a tsk, he moved toward you, holding back a smirk at your wide eyes. “I told you to be careful.”

You gulped, “Forgive me, Na-Baron- you startled me..”

He now stood in front of you, his hand reached for your wounded one. It took every fiber in your body to not fight against him.

Dark, sullen irises stared into your own as he let your blood flow from your finger to his. There was a malicious glint in his eye that made you want to cower away.

“Na-Baron, wha-“ your words halted in your throat as he stuck your finger in his mouth.

His tongue swirled against your lacerated flesh, sucking gently as he coaxed more irony syrup from the cut.

Your skin burned where his hand held your wrist, his long digits wrapping around it so effortlessly. He was enjoying this, his eyes shut as he hummed at the taste.

Your insides twisted at his unhygienic yet somehow intimate behavior. You liked it.

You nearly crumpled at the realization, burning shame coursing through you.

He only drew closer when you tried to pull away, his lean body pressing you against the sink. Your heartbeat was hammering in your ears, mind hazy at his sudden proximity.

His mouth released its hold on your index finger, black tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“There’s something about you,” he said, voice laced with slight irritation, eyes sharp and piercing.

He was enjoying this too much, playing around with you. He wanted to wrap his hands around your pretty neck and choke you until you told him why.

But he didn’t. No- he rather pressed closer, knee sliding between your thighs, lips skimming along your cheek.

Your breath hitched, body tense as you couldn’t possibly lean back anymore. Your brain was screaming for you to run, but you couldn’t.

His hand gripped your jaw, and lips moved to yours, ghosting over the warm skin. His eyes locked onto yours, “Tell me,” he purred against your mouth, “are you scared?”

“Yes,” you responded, voice hushed and small.

At this, he grinned. Black teeth shining at you as he chuckled, the sound low and disgustingly attractive.

He was pleased with your response, and before you could so much as blink, had the knife you’d been cleaning pressed at your abdomen.

“Good,” he said lowly, “always be afraid.”

Your brows slightly knit together in both conflict and confusion.

His lips pressed against yours, tongue forcing itself into your mouth as he kissed you. You moaned against his mouth, leaning up for more when he pulled away.

“Do as you were,” he ordered, twirling the blade between his fingers as he left the room.

Your lips were puffy and mind in disarray, what cruel game he was playing at?

[therainywriter]

Rh’auk (Fluff)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

Yautja women were larger than their male counterparts, stronger too. One would be a fool not to fear them.

You weren’t that fool, but a growing sense of resentment prodded at your chest as a certain female joined in your conversation.

You knew she had no desire to talk to Dekvah, a highly respected Yautja who was standing tall to your right. No, the entirety of her attention was directed toward Rh’auk, your mate.

It wasn’t uncommon for females to seek out his attention, much to your frustration.

He was bigger than most males and rank sat right below the clan leader, an honorable recognition among predators.

He could sense your irritation. You always seemed to tense up when a woman of his species demanded his regard, which he never gave them.

His stance widened and mandibles flared slightly, he was steadily growing agitated. It deeply bothered him when you were upset, his small ooman. He only desired to please you and keep you pleased.

You watched while her eyes took him in. She stood a bit taller, looming over both males with a nearly inaudible chatter.

You recognized this behavior. From what you remember it was a subtle mating challenge, though Rh’auk and Dekvah seemed to ignore it.

By now your body was molded to his side, arms wrapped around the lower portion of his big one. You rubbed your thumb along his skin, feeling at the familiar texture as you cast you eyes down.

You so desperately wanted her leave. A bitter feeling stung your chest as you thought of her clawed hands on him.

You gasped and jumped when a loud snap erupted above you. The noise followed by a low, menacing growl. A warning.

The female quickly cowered back and slouched her frame, an attempt at looking small.

Your eyes widened and you glanced at Dekvah who had taken a step back as well, though he still stood straight.

Rh’auk’s mandibles flared again unhappily. He chittered quickly, sharply.

It didn’t take long for the female to leave, her golden eyes meeting yours for an uncomfortably long second before she withdrew.

Why’d he do that?

You looked up at him in both shock and question. He said something to Dekvah before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Rh’auk, wh-?” you’d begun, only to be stopped by a deep rumble resonating from him.

He pulled you into his arms and nudged his head against your hair, inhaling as his tusks bit gently against your neck.

You gulped, body heating and mind suddenly aware of the other Yautja around you. Although they all, for the most part, paid no mind to your mate being so openly affectionate.

“Arhi’sa threatens you, little mate,” he said in deep, heavily accented English, random clicks working their way into the words.

You couldn’t help but feel both satisfied and a little guilty. “Well you didn’t have to bite at her,” you mumbled, resting your hands on his shoulders.

He chuckled against you and purred, relaxed after his outburst. He couldn’t just stand there and let his ooman be so aggravated, now could he?

He lifted his head and looked to your eyes, a clawed hand holding your chin carefully to look at him.

“I did what I must,” he said with a gentle and playful nip to your nose.