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Stars Shine Through The Darkness
Pairing: Woftik (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader
Word Count: 3066
Summary: In the north pole of Yautja Prime, lives only a select few clans, let alone yautjas that bare the below freezing temperatures. Though the land is pretty barren for anything green to grow, there are still sights to go explore. Including a cave. Only to find out you weren't alone in that cave.
Author Note: Okay... this isn't the most fluffiest thing for Woftik buttttt my hand started to write and I went along with it. Hope you enjoy!
Masterlist
Ao3
Wind howled over the mouth of the cave. The day’s weather suddenly turning for the worst. A scowl etched into your features at the notion that the plans for exploration was bested by Yautja Prime. The thick fur scarf covered the majority of your expression from the broad figure.
A downward cast of his near black eyes caught your gaze. The white Yautja was dressed properly for this and made a noise of mirth. He bent at the waist and gingerly bonked his forehead to yours. The brim of your fur-lined hoodie prevented any pain.
“Worry not, my mate. This slight will not prevent our travel into the caves bowels,” Woftik promised with a soft purr. “You wished to explore and we shall.” Your scowl washed away by your excitement once more. A new twinkle in your shining eyes. His gloved hand cupped your covered cheeks. The bare tip of his thumb swept across the hint of your cheekbone. A shudder racked your body at the biting cold that nipped from his frozen finger tips.
“We can still go? The twin don’t be an issue?” You had no clue how the cave may react to such weather as the battering winds that wanted to steal you from the ground. It always happened after a terrible storm. Like the terrible after taste of Tequilla that burns the back of your throat. Horrible and ungodly.
Woftik shook his head. His own hoodie protected the majority of his features from the biting wind. His short tresses tucked away safely. “Once we pass through the first chamber, the wind is diverted down a different, much smaller entrance.” The cave had been formed to wield any strong gusts out of its bowels. “Plus, I promised you this, little one. Since the Great Hunt will start in two days time, I wish to fulfill my promise first.”
You couldn’t help the shudder that ran a course down your spine.
The Great Hunt. Where at least one life always falls to join the eternal hunt beneath the surface of Yautja Prime. And that one Yautja could be your mate not returning home. Where his body shall be burned and returned the hunting lands he grew up on.
This was Woftik. Chief of a clan many don’t expect to survive in conditions such as these. He would always prevail.
His gloved hand fell away from your cheek. Instead of dwelling of the dangers in two days, you smiled and forced it to reach your eyes. “Then, what are we waiting for? The wind to force our hand into the caves?” you teased him then gripped his hand. It only took, at best, a minute tug to get him to follow you into the dark depth of the cave.
Then, Woftik helped guide you through the first section of the cave.
This cave wasn’t as traversed as other but it was well documented. Every last corner that a Yaujta could had been explored. It wasn’t all that special as any other cave went. Yet, it was something different compared to the barren, white, snowy lands of Woftik’s tribe resides in. So, you, of course, begged your mate to take you to one. Just to explore, to see something new and get you out of the hut.
Of course, Woftik couldn’t say no to you. Not when you pushed out your bottom lip and gave a sweet doe look. And that’s how you ended up here, wrapped up and swaddled in the necessary clothing.
Snow and ice quickly gave way to sone and rock. The studs on the bottom of your boots bit into the uneven pathway. You were thankful that they had been gifted to you. Or else, the first step into here would’ve landed you on your ass.
Despite the snow outside intensifying the sun’s light, with one curse, the cave instantly grew dark. The temperature was noticeably even colder the first twenty steps inside. You clutched to Woftik’s hand and ensured the tips of his fingers didn’t freeze off. The male squeezed your hand back.
Once the light had grown to sparse for you to see, Woftik pulled out a flashlight. Bright, white light instantly filled the cave, showing off your path to a chamber. You licked at your dry, cracking lips and peek around the fur-lined brim of your hoodie at Woftik. He feels your gaze on him immediately and turns his attention to you. A brow raised.
“I was wondering… who all was coming to the hunt?” you asked him, feeling nervous to be talking about it at all. Was it going to be one you knew? Someone close who’s body they’ll burn and spread the ashes across the lands they grew up in? Yet not knowing is worse than knowing in your opinion. Because you can at least accept the gut punch afterwards.
Woftik grunted and card his fingers between yours the best they could do to the size difference and the gloves. “The new group of blooded shall be joining. Eager for the hunt, they are.” The rocks and some ice crunch under your boots. Then, he began to list off about seven names. Three of which you would consider yourself close with. You winced.
Though, it was more likely the younger ones were the ones to perish. Less experience. In this field, experience outweighs everything.
It was an experience that you’ve only been around three times to know about. The only plus you saw about it was the meat, fur, and bones. Massive bones they used to make their huts. No trees could grow up in such a harsh land. Bones was the next best option.
Every year, you beg for him not to leave you. No one else was sworn to ensure your life to live and safety to continue. A new chief would be appointed only minutes after his death. They wouldn’t be bound to you in the same manner you are to Woftik. You feared the cage some may return you to.
Lost in your thoughts, the tug on your hand had you snapping back to reality. You stumbled back and glanced up at Woftik, ready to ask what’s the problem. Only to shut your mouth quick. The determination and focus in his face had you tensing up. You followed his gaze and blinked a few times at what blocked your path.
A tiny softball sized… spider? Some sort of insect-like adorn in white and blue. It stood in the middle of the cave’s pathway. Black eyes stared directly at the two of you. You shuddered at the sight and inched closer to Woftik who hadn’t move a muscles. Was he, too, terrified of spiders as well?
“Run,” he growled lowly and released your hand to draw a simple hunting knife. What? Like the idiot you are, you stood there, eyes darting between the spiderling and the side of Woftik’s face. “Run!” The order and demand to obey in his voice laid thickly over you. You finally find it in you to spin on your heel, ready to bolt to the entrance only to gasp.
“Woftik,” you said his name in warning and took a couple of steps back. Said white Yautja glances over his shoulder. Hundreds of these spiders covered the cave walls.
“C’jit,” he grumbled then scooped an arm around your waist. Swiftly, Woftik tosses you onto his shoulder and bolts further into the cave. A scream leaves your mouth as all the these spider-like creature give chase, screeching. The sound pierce the cold, frigid air. All you could do was clutch onto Woftik as he ran for the sake of your lives.
The deeper he went, the more hope you lost of ever returning to the surface. His bulky frame easily carried him and you into the dark tunnel. The spiderlings barely kept up. They scrambled over each other in hopes of sinking their fangs into either of you.
“We’re going the wrong way!” you screamed at Woftik. A yelp escaped your lips when one was able to leap for far too close for comfort. You scrambled to lean away, anything to make sure it didn’t land on you.
A deep growl came from Woftik who tightened the arm pinning your legs to his chest. “They were blocking our route, if you happened not to notice, little mate.” At any other moment, you would’ve smacked him. “There are other routes out of here.”
Okay, that did increase your chances of survival.
The flash light was grasped in the hand that held your legs and pointed at the ceiling. It offered enough light to see the horde chasing you two. You screamed as a white blur leapt once more and landed on your shoulder. It’s horrible legs gripped sharp barbs into the thick fabric of your jacket, ripping it. The thing was quick to start tearing at your clothing. You wildly beat at it.
“Oh my god! Get off of me,” you screeched and scrambled in Woftik’s grasp to free yourself of the horrible thing.
“Stop flailing,” Woftik barked then reached up, blindly feeling for the creature. It noticed the movement. Instantly it’s small form leapt to his hand and sunk its fangs into the thinner material of his gloves. Woftik smashes it against the wall while running.
Dark blue blood sprays out with its inners staining the rock and his gloves. He makes no worry about his own neon green blood joining the mess of his glove now. You unsteadily settled back down. Your body shaking despite his firm grasp on you.
All of his wild turns don’t discourage the insects. Worst of all, they only continue to creep closer. You’ve beat more off of him and yourself but more of them replace them.
When Woftik takes a rather sharp corner, the studs in his boots can’t prevent him from slipping. His entire left side slams into rock. Your head ricochet off of it. Pain blasts to life inside your head. A cry leaves your lips as you curled up over Woftik’s shoulder.
For a moment, you feel weightless then gravity chains you. Still in his arm, Woftik does his best to curl his body around you before slamming into something hard but it too gives way.
Bitter, gnawing cold consumes your whole body. Swallows you into its freezing depths. The involuntary gasp you makes fills your lungs with something other than air.
Panic.
Instinct drove you to fight. For survival.
Your limbs unfurled and clawed through the liquid you’ve ben plunged into. You open your eyes only to find nothing but more pain straight to your head. An ill attempt of a cry leaves your lips but it wasn’t a noise. Just forcing out the liquid out and taking in more.
Something hauls you in a random direction. A firm grasp on your forearm. The water you were submerged in was gone but that cold was still there. It nearly drowned out the pain in your head. But you still couldn’t see despite knowing your eyes were opened.
Liquid and bile surged past your lips. Hands helped you to lean on your side. More came, wracking your body with cough and spews until you were dry-heaving, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Same hands began to peel off the drenched, useless clothing that stuck to your form like a glove. Your shaking didn’t go down, not even after you were able to comprehend what was happening. What scared you the most was you still couldn’t see and the terrible pain pounding in your head.
The touch you recognized.
“Woftik?” you croaked out and reached blindly through the inky black for something, anything.
“I’m here. I’m here,” his familiar voice soothed over you. You tried to relax your muscles but the cold has locked them in a steel hold. “I’m going to move. But I will not leave.” A promise that you used to warm up your heart from the cold that grips it. You sense him move away from your trembling body. Your teeth clattering so much that you feared one may break.
There was a rustling a few feet from you until Woftik’s hands were hauling you up against him. His usually blazing hot scales were only mildly warmer than you skin. But to you, it felt like fire. A fire you were desperate to have. You curled up the best you could to him as Woftik began to carry you away from wherever you’ll landed.
“The spiders!” you choked out, head whipping all around but there was no light to be offered.
“They cannot get us here. They fear the water,” he explained and drew away from what sounded like a river. The very one the two of you landed in and about died in.
“Cold,” is all you’ve had to say even though, the trembling of your body was also a obvious sign as well. Woftik’s arms tightened around as if he wants to bury you under his scales and give you his warmth.
“I know. I know.”
Wherever you’ve landed, Woftik can see perfectly. You can feel as you enter a tunnel of sorts. You rest your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes. There was no point, you couldn’t see anything in the pitch blackness. His arms are wrapped around you tightly, squeezing you to his body. To give you any sort of warmth his bulky body could offer you. He carries you through another tunnel.
His body tenses up for a moment. You hummed and snuggled deeper into his scales. Only for a soft light to hit your eyelids. For a moment, you didn’t even realize it at first. Thinking it was the cold messing with you, causing you to hallucinate it. Another grumble left your lips then you blinked open your eyes.
Soft blue light shined from behind you. You peered behind your shoulder and gasped. The tunnel went a little deeper but opened up to another chamber. The entire ceiling was covered with something glowing. Bug? Maybe. Your whole body was shaking too much for you to see clearly. The tips of your fingers have long gone frozen like the ice that surrounds this place.
“Just hold on,” he whispered into your ear. That was all you could do. Your limbs frozen like a popsicle and clutching at him, praying he doesn’t drop you. Not that you believe he would.
Soon enough, you were being set down on the frozen floor of the cave. It took him prying your arms and legs off of him to make you let go. You instantly curled up on your side, arms hugging your knees. Your teeth chattering so loud, you feared they crack under the force. Woftik moved away from you. Panic shot through you at the sight of his white form walking away from you. But, you couldn’t stop the chattering of your teeth long enough to cry your mate’s name.
Woftik knelt down a few feet from you and skipped a pack from his shoulders. It was set down and opened to reveal dry items. Relief flooded your tense muscles, sending some licks of warmth into you. Clothing, food, misc. items were pulled from it. It wasn’t much but enough to give you an added hope for survival. He puts some flammable materials into a ball close to you. With a striker, sparks fly towards the pile. He feeds it some air and watches as it grows to a steady flame. Before you had a chance to even move towards the heat.
Your mate grabbed you and dropped you in his lap. His thick arms wrapped around you torso and pulled you pressed against his chest. You crossed your legs on top of his only to feel the heat from the fire licking at your skin. Instantly, you shoved your feet close to the fire. It’s warmth already licking at your skin, slowly unthawing your frozen toes and feet.
If you had more strength, you would’ve struggled against Woftik to throw yourself onto the flames. Said white Yautja kept you secure against his chest, caging you there in his grasp.
Soon enough, the feeling in your limbs started to come back. With a vengeance. A prickling feeling started at the tips of your fingers. You flexed the thawing limbs and whimpered at the pained feeling. Woftik carded his thick fingers between yours and squeezed to get the blood flowing.
“That’s it. Let me warm you up, he murmured into your ear. The fire worked it’s magic. You began to slow your shivering with each passing minute. Woftik would scoot closer and closer as each half how passed. You had stopped shaking at that point. Now, you had been left exhausted.
He laid down with the fire at his side and you laid upon his chest, still stealing what warmth he produced. His large arms wrapped around your torso. Your face buried into his neck, keeping your nose from freezing off.
Your name is softly called. “Look,” he whispered, voice rough with lack of effect. Blearily, you picked up your head and followed his gaze to the ceiling.
Stars. It almost looked like the night sky full of stars blinked high above you. They reflected in your gaze. You gasped softly and perked up higher to straddle higher with your hands on his chest.
“What… what are they?” Hopefully nothing else that wanted to eat you, too. Woftik let his hands slide to the tops of your thighs. His flesh has warmed a considerable amount as yours struggled to fight against the cold.
“Gems. They only need the smallest of light to shine that bright.” The fire was close to dying but its light fed the gems. “This wasn’t on the map though. We must be the first ones down here.” You smiled then shivered and laid back down on his chest.
You didn’t imagine today would end up here; in a cave in a new chamber no one has been before; with beautiful, shining gems above your head. “Hm, at least today wasn’t all that too bad,” you murmured half-mindful and closed your eyes. You couldn’t held the yawn that left your lips. Woftik turned his head and pressed his closed mandibles in a mock kiss.
“Sleep, little mate.” You couldn’t disagree with him and let yourself slip into a deep sleep.