Time for some of my headcanons no one asked for some of the Yautja lads
Wolf: would be a dom but would let you think you could be in control on occasion because he loves seeing you try. Always rubs his chin and mandibles against you.
Kwei: is a romantic and loves to pamper you and is somewhat of a softy, very good at cuddling. Loves to play with your hair and hum.
Baron: is cranky to most but absolutely smitten with you and lets you get away with pretty much anything. Enjoys having you sit in his lap while he pilots.
Jungle: would be very patient and enjoys quiet moments with you and loves sunbathing with you. Loves to braid your hair (if it's long) and put trinkets in it.
Grendel: will let you boss him around a little behind closed doors, he likes if you challenge him, (he will always be the boss). 100% loves when you bite him.
Feral: very curious about your likes and enjoys listening to you, loves when you play with his dreads. Will be the "my girl tells me to shut up and I do" type.
Fugitive: you can dom this man he will allow it, he has an open mind and enjoys exploring. Enjoys being pampered and returns the favor 10x.
Celtic: likes to think he is the boss but would do anything for you. Likes to massage your hands when you talk to him. Loves when you pull his dreads.
A/n: at first I was just gonna post this on my a03 account but I'll post this here for other wolf lovers :)) hope you enjoy<3
Warnings: minor injury description
Word Count: 3.2k
You were Wolf's partner, at least that's what you called yourself. You first met on Earth, and after killing a xenomorph and, in turn, saving his life, he offered you a place with him on his ship. With the lonesome life you lived on earth, you didn’t have much trouble leaving this world behind for a new, more exciting world. As expected, the start of you living with him was awkward and often left you feeling more like a prisoner than a possible partner, but as the months passed and you earned his trust, you were treated more like an equal. With that came the unexpected development of feelings toward that yautaj, but one thing remained the same. Wolf barely touched you. The only times he would was to get you out of harm's way or to get your attention. Aside from that, it was like he purposely trained himself not to touch you, but he didn't have a problem with you touching him. He never protested when you hugged him or let your hands linger on his skin much longer than usual, but even then, he wouldn’t often touch you back like he wasn’t used to receiving affection of any kind. The first few times you hugged him, he stood there awkwardly, mandibles clicking with curiosity, and his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, but over time, he grew used to it. Though he rarely touched you, one thing he did do to show his appreciation for you was petting you. You learned early on that he wasn’t the talking type, so through his actions and body language, you figured out what his actions truly meant, and his head pats were his way of praising you. When you assisted him on more casual missions or hugged him, he'd pet the top of your head gently with a deep yet oddly soft growl of approval, and you savored it every time.
His culture and true personality were a mystery to you; he was painfully stoic, only ever showing emotions like anger, and rarely answered your questions about his culture. The few pieces of info he did give you, you managed to find out why he seemed so cold. In his culture, showing emotions like fear was seen as a form of weakness, so he concealed all his emotions except the ones that mattered, which were anger and mercy. His walls were built high, but you had no problem climbing them. You were patient and understanding with him, which made him trust you enough to do as you pleased around his ship, accompany him on missions, and get close to him. He didn’t show it on his face, but through his actions, you could tell he, too, was getting used to your company and started to like it. At least that's what you assumed. He wasn’t much of a talker, but the quiet sounds he made, the mild softness of his eyes, the way his muscles visibly relaxed around you told you more than he’d ever say. When you first met, you were terrified of him, like any person would be, but spending this time with him made that fear dissolve into something new: Endearment. You began to understand what he meant through his body language, and it was telling you that you weren’t the only one with feelings, but it also told you he was resistant to fully expressing them. That was until today.
Today was like any other day on the ship; you roamed around freely, entertaining yourself with anything you could find since Wolf was gone on a mission. Since he left you behind, you knew it would be dangerous, and that worried you. Wolf was a strong and smart hunter, an elite. On missions that seemed damn near impossible, he’d succeed with minimal injuries, but still, part of you couldn’t help but be worried. When he’d go on a dangerous mission, and you’d insist on joining him, he’d simply instruct you to stay put and watch the ship, but this time was different. When you verbalized your eagerness to join him, his words were harsher when instructing you to stay, not filled with anger but fear. Not for his sake but for yours. He knew whatever he was going up against would cost you your life if you came, so he did what he does best: protect you. Even if his mission was on earth, he knew you’d be safer here than out there. That alone made your anxieties skyrocket, so you forced yourself to straighten up the room he gave you in an attempt to silence your thoughts.
Being with him for this long meant your once boring walls were filled with an array of things you gathered from your trips with him and some things you took from your home planet. After a few hours of keeping your mind busy, you decided to nap until he returned, but as soon as you got comfortable, something violently shook the ship's walls. Outside, you could hear an explosion in the distance. You sat upright and dashed out of the room, trying to locate the source of the sound. In one of the ship's windows, you saw the explosion that extended for miles. You stared at the sight in terror, your hand retreating to your mouth to muffle a gasp you let out. You weren’t sure what caused that explosion, but you knew it had to have something to do with Wolf. Fear and worry stirred in your mind as you watched the smoke clouds darken the sky, hoping by chance that he wasn’t dead, but as time stretched on, your hope dwindled like a weak flame in a snowstorm. After the explosion, commotion erupted. Several helicopters and other aircraft flew into the grey, stained skies near the explosion, but there was still no sign of Wolf.
You paced around the eerily quiet spaceship, trying to make up excuses as to why that explosion happened that didn’t involve him, but nothing convinced you otherwise. It was like time was purposely slow, each second feeling like a minute, minutes feeling like hours, hours feeling like days. You could feel your chest tighten and your eyes begin to water at the thought of losing Wolf. You never admitted it to him, but you did love him. You cared for him, finding your life more fulfilling with him, and the thought that you could lose him made your heart ache like never before. The world behind you became a distant memory; the only thing you could focus on was the pain that grew in your chest. It felt as though a knife plunged deep into your heart, twisting back and forth to deepen the ache that burned in your chest. This mind-boggling pain continued until the sound of the ship's docking bay opening snapped you back to reality. You wiped away the few tears that crept down your cheeks and went to the docking bay, not before grabbing one of Wolf's spears just in case. You arrived at the bay, staring into the darkened world outside with the spear in your shaky hands, ready for whatever was about to come your way. Then, emerging from thin air was Wolf, one hand clutching his side tightly and the other holding his mask. His body was covered with his neon green blood and new scars he obtained from the fight. He was battered and bruised, but he was alive.
You ran towards him with a relieved expression etched into your features, feeling overwhelmed with joy knowing he was alive. You stopped a few feet in front of him and clasped your hands together over your heaving chest.
“ You made it back! Jeez, you sure know how to worry someone!”
You said with a light laugh, trying to brighten the mood and distract yourself from the worry that lingered, but his expression was unchanged. Stoic and emotionless. Cold even. Your smile faded as he inched towards you, your mind anxiously running wild as you stood there until he stood before you. You both looked at each other blankly, then, without warning, Wolf bent down and hugged you. His chin rested on top of your head as his free hand wrapped around you. You froze immediately, taken aback by his unusual display of affection. He had never once hugged you unless you hugged him, and the fact that he did this today, you knew something horrific must have happened. Your arms found their way around his sides, and you hugged him back tightly, cheek pressed against his strong, blood-stained chest without a care. Wolf never showed true vulnerability, never showed what he’d considered weakness, but through his hug, you could feel his walls begin to crumble. A purr rumbled in his chest, vibrating your ears in a way that comforted you. You could feel the mighty thump of his heart begin to slow the longer you held onto one another. You enjoyed this moment, relishing in his warmth, not caring that his blood now stained your clothes and skin. You both needed this more than you both dared to admit. As much as you wanted this moment to last forever, you slowly pulled back but his hand remained on your body, gently resting on your lower back. Your hands slowly slid from his back to his chest while your eyes traced over the new scars on his muscular form. A soft frown formed on your lips at the sight. He had obtained numerous scars in his many years of being an elite hunter, but it still pained you to see the new ones he’d get. You let your fingertips glide across his chest lightly, rewarding you with another deep purr from him.
“ I’m glad you're alive, Wolf…I’ll…I’ll go get some water to clean up this blood.”
You muttered softer than you intended, your voice laced with a gentleness that was new to Wolf. Reluctantly, you pulled away from him and went to gather some water. You moved swiftly as you grabbed water and rags; the feeling of being away from him for a minute felt unbearably long. While you were busy with that, he worked on getting the ship up and in the air, heading off this hellhole and back to his home planet.
With the bowl of water and rag in your hands, you ventured quickly down the hall and towards his room. Assuming he was still steering the ship, you walked into his room without knocking, keeping your eyes glued to the bowl as you placed it on the ground near his bed. You began to stand up, but stopped in your tracks when something caught the corner of your eye. Wolf’s foot. Your eyes slowly scaled up his legs, past his hips, and finally met his eyes. All but his lioncloth remained; all his armor, weapons, and fishnets were discarded elsewhere. You gawked at the sight of him, this being the first time you had the privilege of seeing his body like this, even if it was by accident. God was he beautiful, you thought yourself, unaware that you’d been staring at him. His head tilted down at you, and that's when you finally forced your eyes off him and covered them with your hand, embarrassment rushing throughout your body as you stood up and went to leave.
“ Sorry!- I didn't mean-”
“Stay.”
His voice cut you off, not offering but instructing you to stay. His voice, compared to earlier, was still rough but slightly softer. He wanted you to stay. His voice alone was enough to convince you, but that look in his eyes when you turned to face him truly made you want to stay with him. For the first time since he’s met you, his hardened gaze softened, his darkened eyes brightened ever so slightly, yet you noticed it clear as day. The warmth in your body grew like a wildfire, and the redness on your cheeks deepened from the look he gave you. You nodded your head, then stepped towards him, sitting on the edge of his bed, and then he joined you, keeping a few inches between the two of you. He scooped up the bowl and rag and slowly began to clean away the neon green blood that stained his body. Anytime he’d come back alone from his missions with new wounds, he’d always tend to them privately. You’d offer time and time again to help, but he refrained from letting you help or even sit in the same room as him while he aided himself. Now, however, here you were, sitting beside him, seeing him without his armor and watching as he cleaned the blood away. The walls he had built so high began to crumble, bit by bit, stone by stone. You were getting the chance to finally see who Wolf truly was underneath the layers of armor. You were so bewitched by his new appearance that you forgot to pull your eyes away again. Your lingering gaze wouldn’t go unnoticed. He finished cleaning the blood away and set the bowl and rag down on the floor before turning to look at you, leaning back on one arm with an amused look in his eyes. A deep laugh rumbled in his chest, snapping you out of your daze.
“Ahem- uh. You okay?”
You asked, voice cracking with embarrassment. He nodded slightly, examining your every move, from the way your chest rose and fell to how you subconsciously moved closer to him. Silence fell in the room, both of you not daring to let your eyes leave each other, then he pointed to the back of his bed. You glanced at it then back at him, tilting your head in confusion.
“What?- Nothing's there.”
“ Move there.”
He instructed like before, words roughly leaving his mouth, but not an ounce of malice or anger behind them. You assumed you were in the way of something he needed, so you quickly moved to the front of his bed, pressing your back against the wall and letting your eyes fall back on him when you got comfortable. Then he moved, not to the edge of the bed where you thought he’d go, but towards you. Your eyes widened as you watched him slot himself between your legs. He rested his chin on your stomach while his arms slithered beneath your legs and wrapped around your lower back. Your face flushed and your hands awkwardly raised at your sides, caught off guard by his out-of-the-blue, affectionate behavior, but enjoying it far more than you thought. Your heart boomed in your chest as you fixated on him, loving the feel of his skin against you and his face on your stomach. His muscles loosened, and a deep purr-like growl vibrated in his chest. You let out a breath you didn’t know you held, and slowly you dropped your hands, one resting by your side and the other hesitantly held the side of his face. His half-lidded eyes opened at the feel of your hand, but he didn't pull away. His manbiles twitched lightly, another purr filling the air as his face leaned slightly into your grasp. Your wide-eyed expression remained as you watched him in awe. He had rarely touched you unless you did first, and if you didn't, his hands would dare touch you unless necessary. But this time was different, he was the one to touch you first, and the one to cling to the other. He was the one who seemed to crave this closeness more than you.
“ What’s up with you, huh?”
You whispered to him, but refused to answer. He didn’t have to answer; you were smart enough to figure that out. He needed this. Wolf had always been alone; he was an elite hunter who was called on to clean up messes others left behind, but outside of that, he was alone. When he was hurt, he treated his wounds. When he was stuck, he got himself free. When he was in trouble, it was he who got himself out of it. He didn't need anyone else, nor did he call anyone. Why would an elite need help? When you joined him, his elite hunter mindset didn't falter. He could do this himself. He didn't need the help; he was more than capable of doing his work alone, but over time, he realized that relying on someone wasn't as terrible as he thought. He realized that having someone to help didn’t make him weak. It didn't make him weak to have someone tend to his wounds or have his back, but he was resistant to believing it. In his culture, weakness was frowned upon and punished. Every fiber of his being believed that relying on others for anything made him weak, so he refrained. This belief began to dwindle the moment he offered you a place with him. Your help didn't make him weak; in fact, it made him stronger in a way. You just being around, showing him in your own way that you cared about him, and how you'd go to great lengths to help him, made the sturdy walls he and his culture built so high begin to erode. He still honored his code down to the letter, but now he allowed someone to be by his side instead of staying alone.
When he came back from his mission, he expected to be met with his empty ship, but seeing you there, happily waiting for him, made something stir inside him, something that he had never felt before. Solace. If his anatomy would let him, he was sure he'd smile at the sight of you. But instead, he did what you'd do when you wanted to show appreciation towards him: he hugged you. He didn’t understand human affection, why humans seemed to need it, but in that moment, he finally understood why they did. It wasn’t a necessity; it was just nice to have. Nice to hold onto someone you cared for and vice versa. It was comforting to know someone would embrace you after your hardships. It was reassuring to have someone show how much they appreciated you when their words weren’t enough. And Wolf wasn’t a yautja of many words, so he showed his thanks through actions, affection in the human way he was unfamiliar with but willing to understand. Willing to learn because of you. So he leaned his mandibles into your hand more, savoring the warmth and comfort he had never known he wanted or craved till now. He took off his physical and mental armor, letting what hid beneath them be shown to you with worry or shame.
Your heart wished for something like this, but now that you had it, your body didn’t know how to react. Your heart rattled in your chest, and your face flushed so intensely that you were sure that your face would burn your fingertips. When the initial shock finally wore off, you let yourself fully enjoy the moment. Your body melted into his touch, letting your thumb stroke his mandible while your other hand reached for his dreadlocks, gently running your hands through them. When you touched him before, he merely acknowledged that you did, not showing any sign he liked it, but now he did. He purred, the sound resembling a lion's purr, mighty but very cute. You smiled warmly at him, your lovestruck gaze never shifting away from him as you continued playing in his dreadlocks. You both cherished this moment as if it would be the last time, but the way your bodies were intertwined, you knew this couldn’t be a one-time thing.
a/n: Hopefully you guys enjoy this and my portrayal of him!
