#taabe prey

[neechees]

Prey + Name Meanings

[theblueonyx]

A/n: He was so fine in this movie, my jaw dropped seeing him in the cinema. I'd also like to add, I'm not native American or Indigenous so please take anything I say with a grain of salt.

Taabe x Fem!Reader

LET ME IMPRESS YOU

Synopsis: Taabe's constant life goal, in almost every aspect, is to impress you, his love.

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It wasn't unusual for men to puff out their chests and try to impress the girls they felt something for or their women, it was something even birds did, and Taabe was no exception.

He was an exceptional hunter, he cared more than his words would allow but his actions always said everything you needed to know, his skill set was built on how to provide. Provide for his family and now, provide for you. He is cocky when it comes to what he can do and even some things he can't do. He's a confident carer through and through.

Though, he isn't just prideful about his abilities, he is about yours too. Whether you weave or forage or heal, he is always subtly bragging about you and your abilities. He's proud of you as a whole and the fact that he gets you all to himself. You could be doing nothing at all and he'd be admiring you, he's enamoured, something his sister loves to point out.

Taabe would return from hunts with something specially for you, every time. The bigger or more beautiful the catch, the more excited he was to present it to you. An eagle with gorgeous feathers which he would later pluck and gift to you, and you would turn into jewellery and a hearty dinner. Even that he would fight you on, insisting he would take care of dinner that night, the same line he used every time he'd see you begin cooking. A deer he would carry back himself, no matter how hard the trek was. Doing the gross work like skinning and cleaning, giving his mother and sister the rest of the meat and saving the parts you taught him were most tender for you, bringing the pelts to you after they had cured. He'd never been more proud than to see a pelt he had brought to you, turned into a pair of boots you wore often.

You would carefully take care of his hair, threading your fingers through it, braiding it perfectly. He found it calming and comforting, as if it was somehow moulding your souls together. He would take care of you just the same, taking care your hair, no matter the texture or length, he would learn how to treat it right. He'd watch you with a fixated, loving gaze if you ever helped him with his body paint before hunts or ceremonies.

His need for closeness to you was something that even surprised him when you both officially got together. He certainly wouldn't smother you, he'd let you do your own thing and he was simply there to catch you if you were ever to fail or fall. But, he was definitely always there. When the sun set and nightfall came, he'd crawl into the furs and blankets next to you, surrounding you in his arms. A silent protection even in a time of rest. In those moments, he would whisper things he thought were impossible to express with words, vulnerable and raw when it's only you before him. And when winter came, he would keep you warmer than he kept himself. Thicker robes and bedding. A fire he kept lit, even if it meant waking up periodically during the night. Those nights, he would keep you tucked against his chest, insulating you within his body heat.

His sister, Naru, is the biggest moving obstacle between him and you. It wasn't that she didn't like you, in fact she loved you and acted as if you were her own sister, she just loved annoying her brother at every turn. Sometimes it was completely unintentional, preoccupying your time with questions and advice or asking you to watch her throw her axe, while Taabe tried to capture your attention again. And other times she knew exactly what she was doing, she'd step in and drag you away when he'd be settling down next to you, sit down as you two were talking and making a duo, a trio. You never truly minded Naru's antics, Taabe however, was never happy and would try to end her reign of annoyance as quickly as possible, which would only egg her on more.

He would learn something new for you, even if it "wasn't meant for men". He saw it differently, if it was something you enjoyed or were fascinated by, he saw it as important and a way to understand you better, rather than something to do with gender roles. He also found it a way to impress you, that he was knowledgeable on something you cared about.

He would wear anything you made for him, even if it wasn't something you were particularly proud of, it was made for him from you, he will wear it. Beaded necklaces made from carved and dyed wood, boots made of fur he had brought to you, bracelets and arm cuffs with carved patterns or even animal designs of things he's hunted or plans to hunt one day. His head always held high wearing something made by you. He'd be ecstatic if you made him a new bow or bow string, there's something so warming about getting a practical gift, showing you paid attention to when he would complain about resistance or wear on his current bow. Lifting you off your feet in a hug and spinning you around.

When spring would arrive again, he would take you out away from the tribe and lay on the grass with you between the wild flowers, cloud gazing, talking and sharing stories. And when day faded into night, you would star gaze and he would recall tales of his ancestors. For a few hours, it's just the two of you, as the world melts away, quiet and undisturbed.

[myshipsmyotpmylifeistrash]

I love when men have sad looking eyes that droop down a bit

[astoldbyaja]

I think he deserves a one shot…. Or a least a 50 chapter one shot lmao he and his warriors are secretly watching some French merchants who are on their lands and they of course bring African slaves to serve them. Mm it would be so easy.

[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.)

[velvet-paradox]

The Taabe fic is longer than expected (ikr shocker!!) & the first part will be up tonight so..

[jikooks-butterfly]

I think I kinda like this one better than the other one I did of him

[flysafepapi]

I fucking knew Taabe took credit for killing that lion when Naru did all/most of the work.

I sat here listening to their mother tell Naru that he carried her back going “But how did he get close enough to rescue her if her plan didn’t work and she didn’t win??”

I fucking knew it.