Hi, I'm Thi! Good to see you!
📌 I write monster, robot and alien romance/spice whenever I have some free time on my hands and post the result here. Mostly short works and oneshots, no beta and English is not my first language - this is really just for fun! :)
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I love your Hey Lover fic! Kwei deserved better than what he got in canon, so I will patiently wait for the next chapter. Look forward to seeing more works by you in the future hopefully!
yeah he really did deserve better :(
thank you so much for reading!! I'm glad you enjoy my works! I hope to be able to write the next chapter soon, I'm just a little busy right now
You've really been one of the inspirations to help me write again too! I stopped writing blurbs and fics myself after I fell out of my Fandom spaces, but I'm really wanting to try again.
I love your Hey Lover fic! Kwei deserved better than what he got in canon, so I will patiently wait for the next chapter. Look forward to seeing more works by you in the future hopefully!
yeah he really did deserve better :(
thank you so much for reading!! I'm glad you enjoy my works! I hope to be able to write the next chapter soon, I'm just a little busy right now
please stop telling me to hurry up with the new chapter of the Kwei fic, I’m still recovering from a car accident and to be honest, it’s annoying as hell lol
I’m not even trying to be a jerk here, but half a dozen people in the last two days alone have BEGGED me to update that fic again. and call me old fashioned but I think begging fanfic authors for new updates has always been and will always be kinda rude
please stop telling me to hurry up with the new chapter of the Kwei fic, I’m still recovering from a car accident and to be honest, it’s annoying as hell lol
Title: Hey Lover
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Predator Badlands
Ship: Kwei (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood & injury, angst, explicit content
Author Note: Chapter six of my multichapter fic for Kwei! And as always, the full work can be found on AO3! Thanks for reading!
Summary:
You're the sole survivor of an alien attack on a research station on a nearly dead planet. After a bloodbath and the inevitable fight for survival, you've definitely been through hell and back.
Injured and desperate to call for help, you barricade yourself in the habitat - until another survivor seeking refuge arrives, just as a storm is about to hit. Now, you're trapped with a young Yautja warrior whose first hunt didn't go as planned.
"Absolutely not." Kwei doesn't need to understand the words coming out of your mouth to know that you refuse to do what he's suggesting. Your gaze is fixed on the ventilation shaft cover hanging above you like an ominous box, eyes wide with fear and indignation.
Then your hand gestures upward toward the plastic cover, which is attached to the ceiling with a few screws and behind which is the grille that opens the way into the habitat's air duct system. You look at him with a look that tells him he can go fuck himself.
Well, there's no other choice though. So Kwei nods his head and points at you and then up at the shaft.
You shake your head vigorously.
He nods again.
Angry words escape you, like the agitated chirping of a small Kr'choh. Your ranting and stomping are not unlike a pup's tantrum, and he sighs inwardly - humans don't seem to have very good control over their emotions. They're impulsive, rash, and loud. Undisciplined.
But there's no other way. The snake-like early stages of the Kainde Amedha, which lay their eggs in the bodies of their victims, love to hide in dark and high places. Air shafts are definitely among their favorite hiding places, so someone has to look for them there. And since he himself is too broad to fit into one of these shafts, you have to crawl in there. Which you are obviously not thrilled about.
You curse and hiss like a small animal when the Yautja grabs you by the collar of your overalls and pulls you up with a swing until you are sitting on one of his shoulders. He holds your legs tightly with his arm so that you won't fall down - or escape. You do squirm in his grip, but it's no use; whether you like it or not, your soft little body is going to move into that shaft and seach for possible danger.
Now that he's holding you so tightly, he notices how disturbingly soft you are. Full, round, and soft, yet fragile. Easy to break bones and yielding flesh. That and far too few muscles to fight effectively. You're so different from the Yautja - almost a stark contrast, like night and day.
As you unsuccessfully try to fight back, Kwei reaches up to the ceiling and rips off the air vent cover with one hand. The hard plastic piece clatters to the floor. With minimal effort, he also rips off the following metal grate, which lands with a clang on the floor of the small storage room.
Around you, there are shelves filled with boxes and packages of materials needed to maintain the habitat; this was supposed to be the last room to be searched, until his gaze fell on the ventilation shaft cover, opening up a whole new, area of possible dangers. Every crack and corner must be searched so neither of you is unpleasantly surprised by one of those nasty little parasites, there's simply no way around it.
This would all be much easier if his wrist gauntlet weren't broken. He used the gauntlet to block a nearly fatal blow from the black beast, and now it's barely even functioning. Even though the device can still perform simple scans, the sensors are too damaged to scan for signs of life. Therefore, the search of the ventilation shaft must be done by hand.
The shaft now hangs open above you like a dark gateway to another world. The blood drains from your face, accentuating your exhausted appearance.
Ever since the two of you first saw each other in front of the airlock, you've had a hollow, tired expression with a blank look in your eyes. Kwei recognizes this expression; he has seen it on the faces of the Yautja paraded in chains before the Bloodfight. Souls with no honor, who've fallen from grace and been stripped of their right to live. They too have this empty, dull look that carries a certain... hopelessness.
Obviously, the brutal demise of your crew has affected you emotionally. Humans seem to have strong social bonds, just like the Yautja, and they mourn each other when someone they love dies. With a death as gruesome as that inflicted by the Kainde Amedha, that's not surprising. Though it's an interesting discovery that humans are so emotionally intelligent. He did not expect that.
Nevertheless, Kwei just snorts as you try to defend yourself against his strong hands. Then, he lifts you up and stuffs you into the ventilation shaft.
A muffled scream of protest, followed by what he assumes are profanities, echoes through the shaft. Your legs are still hanging out of the the dark hole in the ceiling; you kick and writhe, but without his arms holding you, you have no choice but to continue wriggling further into the shaft - or risk falling and hurting yourself. He listens to the chirping and ranting as your body disappears into the dark hole; and when even the soles of your boots disappear, the Yautja snorts with amusement.
You're strangely entertaining.
Annoying? Oh, absolutely! On top of that, you're soft, cowardly, whiny, and weak.
Title: Hey Lover
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Predator Badlands
Ship: Kwei (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood & injury, angst, explicit content
Author Note: Chapter five of my multichapter fic for Kwei! And as always, the full work can be found on AO3! Thanks for reading!
Summary:
You're the sole survivor of an alien attack on a research station on a nearly dead planet. After a bloodbath and the inevitable fight for survival, you've definitely been through hell and back.
Injured and desperate to call for help, you barricade yourself in the habitat - until another survivor seeking refuge arrives, just as a storm is about to hit. Now, you're trapped with a young Yautja warrior whose first hunt didn't go as planned.
It feels like suffocation.
Your room in the habitat, which was a safe haven until now, is little more than a cell. The bare walls seem to be closing in, shrinking the space until there is hardly any air left. The more you huddle up and pull your knees to your chest, trying to breathe deeply, the worse it gets.
All you wanted to do was get your spare boots out of the closet. It's time to search the habitat to make sure there aren't any Facehuggers lurking around, waiting for a moment of weakness to catch you or Kwei. It's questionable whether the Yautja has moments of weakness, though.
Unlike you.
The day was so packed with adrenaline and stress that it took your body hours to come down from that high - but it eventually did.And now that the initial shock of the Xenomorph bloodbath and the subsequent shock of negotiating a truce with an alien warrior are slowly fading, your strength is dissipating. Muscles tremble and refuse to obey, the legs are as wobbly as rubber and your arms won't move either.
Your entire body has instinctively curled up into a ball against the wall next to the closet. Just breathing is hard work, as is keeping the eyes open. Your gaze stares aimlessly into nothingness, a silent remnant of something that was once human.
Are you still human? It's really hard to tell.
In any case, you are less than you were yesterday. Smaller. There is less space in the world for you than before.
The small radio is still in the chest pocket of your overalls, but it's now turned off and silent. The annoying song used to be like sandpaper in your ears, but it dispelled the silence that enveloped everything. Now that it's quiet, you hear the distant echoes of death cries, ribs breaking, and gurgling as dying bodies take their last bloody breaths. These sounds crawl out of the shadowy corners of your room like vermin and lodge in your brain where they scratch and bite; death death death.
Moving seems impossible. This body feels foreign; it's merely a vessel from which you've been ejected. You're far removed from any reality, floating in what could be the deadly, infinite vastness of space. You're weightless, with no way to find your way back. An astronaut without a safety line, drifting away from his ship with no chance of rescue.
A pair of black boots stand in front of you while your bare feet are cold. The floor is hard and freezing. You really want to put on the shoes to protect your feet from the cold that's eating into your bones, but you can't. You just... can't.
And then - you cry.
You cry for your deceased crew and friends who are gone forever. You cry for what was lost today: this part of a human soul that has been shattered forever. But most of all, you cry because you can't even put on your own damn shoes.
Tears of exhaustion and loss blend together until something clear emerges from this dark mixture. One deep, urgent desire blends everything into one: I want to go home.
Go home. Go somewhere safe. With no space monsters out to lay eggs in you or bash your head in with their creepy tiny mouth that's inside a mouth.
With the back of your hand you wipe the tears from your face, which is now red and slightly swollen from crying. Slowly, your body begins to move, driven by the strong desire to go home. Back to Earth. To feel the wind in your hair and the sun on your skin. To look up at the night sky and wink at the moon, who stands guard over all humans. Fuck. You should never have left this paradise.
With slow, laborious movements, you reach for the first boot and put your foot in it. After one, two, three attempts, you finally manage to pull the boot over your heel; but then, with too much force, your foot slips into the tight boot, causing your fingers to loose their grip and lose the boot with a painful sting. You feel the fabric rubbing hotly against your skin as it slips from your hands.
The pain is there, but it feels strangely... distant. Normal you would have hissed a loud 'Ouch!', but current you can only stare.
After the second boot, you need a break.
Breathing and staring into nothingness requires your full attention, so a few seconds pass. Seconds turn into a minute. Two minutes. You continue stare, shoelaces in hand, unable to tie even the slightest knot. Reality floats by, as do the stars.
Title: Hey Lover
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Predator Badlands
Ship: Kwei (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood & injury, angst, explicit content
Author Note: Chapter three of my multichapter fic for Kwei! And as always, the full work can be found on AO3! Thanks for reading!
Summary:
You're the sole survivor of an alien attack on a research station on a nearly dead planet. After a bloodbath and the inevitable fight for survival, you've definitely been through hell and back.
Injured and desperate to call for help, you barricade yourself in the habitat - until another survivor seeking refuge arrives, just as a storm is about to hit. Now, you're trapped with a young Yautja warrior whose first hunt didn't go as planned.
The first hunt is special.
It's a duty, a test, and a privilege. It's a sacred ritual that has been performed for ages: Young Yautja, aspiring members of the clans, are given the opportunity to prove their worth. Only those who can hunt have value, and only those who prove themselves in battle may call themselves true Yautja. Only those who follow the code of honor have a place among the ranks of the great warriors.
Kwei has been looking forward to his first hunt for weeks. He wants to prove himself to Njohrr and the clan, he wants to take his rightful place as the eldest son of a great warrior. All eyes are on him until he throws his trophy at his father's feet. He's the successor, the next in line. His success is important; failure is not an option. Failure means death. If he does not die in battle, his father will ensure that he dies anyway.
He looks down at the lifeless body of the Kainde Amedha, the Xenomorph. The huge rock that fell on the monster crushed its skull completely. Using the fragile rock as an execution device was an impulsive move; the beast had done much more damage to his trained body than expected.
Now, little remains of the creature but a black puddle of slime, its acidic blood slowly spreading across the floor. There's no head, no trophy to present to his father. There's no proof of his courage or successful hunt. Although it was a dramatic kill, with the Kainde Amedha's screeching and hissing echoing off the walls of his small cave, it ended with the crunch of the armor being crushed under the rock, rendering it worthless. An impulsive act with a frustrating consequence.
Kwei huffs.
The tip of the monster's tail is lodged in the Yautja's shoulder, just below the collarbone and next to the shoulder joint. Xenomorph tail tips are extremely sharp and pointed — perfect for piercing flesh. Had he not cut off the thin end of the tail with his sword, the beast probably would have dragged him under the rocks to share its fate. Now, his mask is buried under the rubble, lost forever. Great.
He grunts. The pain spreads through his chest like slow-acting poison, throbbing and tugging at his patience like a disobedient pup. For a moment, Kwei has to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Focus. Use the pain to fuel the hunt. Use the anger. Let it flow through your veins like liquid red rock, making you invincible. His father's teachings help him in moments like this, keeping him from feeling overwhelmed and drowning, even if they don't solve the problem.
After some deep breaths to calm his wild heartbeat, he then thinks of his mother's teachings—she's a distinctly strong, stern warrior. Even though she left him in his father's care years ago, her training was intense and impressive. It was refined and focused on an eye for detail rather than just raw power. To be smart about things and to avoid rushing in without a plan.
Assess the situation.
One of the beasts is dead. Another beast was killed by humans who built a station on this planet. He saw the decapitated body where the humans broke open and explored the earth with large machines. The third beast lurks in the shadows of his ship, which is therefore a contaminated zone. In his current state of exhaustion and injury, with a storm looming on the horizon, it would be unwise to rush into the ship and try to kill the beast in a confined space. And who knows how many early-stage parasites are hiding in the cracks and corners of this planet? Perhaps even more grown Kainde Amedha. The hunt is not over yet, but a tactical retreat is necessary to prevent failure.
Father would probably be angry about this decision. Good thing he's not here.
Title: Hey Lover
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Predator Badlands
Ship: Kwei (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood & injury, angst, explicit content
Author Note: Chapter two of my new multichapter fic for Kwei! And as always, the full work can be found on AO3! Thanks for reading!
Summary:
You're the sole survivor of an alien attack on a research station on a nearly dead planet. After a bloodbath and the inevitable fight for survival, you've definitely been through hell and back.
Injured and desperate to call for help, you barricade yourself in the habitat - until another survivor seeking refuge arrives, just as a storm is about to hit. Now, you're trapped with a young Yautja warrior whose first hunt didn't go as planned.
As your peepaw always said, life is full of possibilities.
And through all of life's endless possibilities, you ended up here on Jakal 2. Didn't end up in a colony where you slave away in the mines until you die, nor did you stay on Earth to rot away in huge, overcrowded cities. A few hundred years ago, Earth was a hopeful place with something for everyone—until things went downhill. The gap between rich and poor became too wide. The rich became too greedy, and mega-corporations put up neon-lit company signs like the cross of Christ; people made pilgrimages to commercial centers to buy away their loneliness. The few who still carried hope within them flew into space to reach for the stars—until even that became just a job. And when it was your time to go and see the world, the moment to decide what your life would be like, you didn't set off for a better world, fly to a new utopia, or stay in the contaminated Eden.
No, you're here, millions of clicks away from home. You're contractually bound to explore this planet for resources, and now you're being chased by a muscle-bound guy in a loincloth.
A life full of possibilities, huh?
A full, trembling roar follows you as you slide around the hallway corner. You almost trip over your own feet and stumble—one, two, three steps until your balance is restored. Two precious seconds gone. Seconds that may decide over life and death. Keep going!
The pain in your injured thigh is just a fleeting echo in the back of your mind—not urgent enough to drown out the violent pounding of your heart, the raw panic in this exhausted body.
The bone-chilling roar echoes off the bare walls and seems to spread everywhere, pursuing you like a monster from a nightmare. The stranger snorts and growls; his footsteps thunder on the floor, sending vibrations through the entire hallway like the rapidly approaching thunder of the glass storm. The severe weather is almost here, and with it, the deadline for sending a message to the company ends. Things are going from bad to worse, as if life itself decided to fuck with you today.
Adrenaline pumps once again through your body, pushing away exhaustion and pain, and allowing you to fly through the world. The orange alarm light floods the habitat, casting wild shadows that dance on the walls like dark grimaces bearing witness to an unequal chase. Run! Run away from the new monster consumed by the desire to take your life. Though even your legs are as fast as the wind, and your head thinks clearly despite the fear - running only gets you so far.
The door to the command room is at the end of the hallway, light reflecting from the small window embedded in the double-reinforced mechanical sliding door. Not even a giant like the stranger can get through it.
It's only about 15 steps to the end of the hallway and the room that will save you. Then, you can barricade yourself in and hope that Mother sends help soon - but things are never easy with Weyland-Yutani. The muscular guy triggered the emergency protocol by forcing open the airlock. All of the station's security routines are currently active, which means...
Yang's codes.
You don't have Yang's security codes. You can't get into the room without the codes from the dead commander.
"Fuck!" you yell at the approaching door, which greets you with a red control panel.
[ Security protocol active. Alpha clearance required. ]
"No! No, no, no, no!" With trembling fingers, you frantically press the panel, but it only reluctantly beeps and refuses to accept anything other than the commander's security code. If you had enough time, you could break open the panel and try to hack the mechanism - but you don't have time. It's the most important resource, slipping through your fingers like sand.
There's no other explanation for this except that it's all a bad joke played by the universe. Despite all the adversity—blood and death, the brutal decapitation of an alien monster with heavy research machinery, near-suffocation—you managed to stay alive. And now, help is just one door away. Unreachable.
'Bad luck,' Peepaw would say. 'Bad fucking luck.'
The command room is locked. Access to Mother is blocked.
Well … I’m stupid. I read Hey Lover on ao3 while looking for more fics of Kwei or Dek. Read Hey Lover thinking the writing was familiar. I find your Tumblr post of Hey Lover while also searching for more Kwei or Dek fics on here and I see that I’m already following you. Then finding the final puzzle piece that you in fact wrote The Warlord’s Mate. Welp. I can’t believe I forgot your username on both ao3 and here [insert nick cage eyes meme]. This means I need to re-read all of your fics 🙌
it’s okay, that’s what being an alienfucker does to your brain
Title: Hey Lover
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Predator Badlands
Ship: Kwei (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood & injury, angst, explicit content
Author Note: Chapter one of my new multichapter fic for Kwei! And as always, the full work can be found on AO3! :)
Summary:
You're the sole survivor of an alien attack on a research station on a nearly dead planet. After a bloodbath and the inevitable fight for survival, you've definitely been through hell and back.
Injured and desperate to call for help, you barricade yourself in the habitat - until another survivor seeking refuge arrives, just as a storm is about to hit. Now, you're trapped with a young Yautja warrior whose first hunt didn't go as planned.
"Shit." The airlock is firmly closed. No matter how desperately you bang on it, it doesn't budge an inch. And no matter how many times you press the button on the external console, this damn door just won't open. "Open up, you piece of junk!"
Your suit beeps ominously.
[ Oxygen level: 8%. ]
This has to be a joke. First, you survive the bloodbath at the research station, then a hand-to-hand fight with that deadly alien. Now, this? Are you really going to suffocate because you can't get into the habitat? No, this has to be some sort of sick joke from the universe.
"Come on!!" you plead, trying to push your fingers into the door slot—in vain. Even if you were strong enough, the spacesuit gloves can't grip the smooth material of the door. Shit. Now what?
Your gaze wanders over the white paneling of the Weyland-Yutani station. The box-shaped habitat with rounded corners looks very futuristic and expensive, but it offers no way to force your way in. Every hatch retracts into the body and disappears completely, leaving you unable to pry it open with a lever.
[ Oxygen level: 7% ]
The atmosphere on Jakal 2 is breathable for humans, but only for a maximum of two minutes. After that, your blood will be poisoned by carbon dioxide, and you will suffocate miserably like a fish out of water. It's not a pleasant death, especially considering that you just killed an insane creature and practically cheated death. Fate seems to be a very nasty bitch.
You curse and slap the outer shell of the habitat with your flat hand. The outer wall of the living space, which once housed a research crew, is as thick as a heavy cargo ship's hull. Unbreakable. And that very crew now lies in pieces in the research station a few kilometers away. One of them is Yang, the commander of this team who has the emergency codes for all Weyland-Yutani facilities on this planet. Yang now has a hole in his chest the size of a basketball, too.
And unfortunately, there's only one way into the habitat: through the airlock.
Exhausted, you lean your back against the white material and slide to the floor. The suit emits a soft hiss. Combined with the constant warning signal and beeping, it sounds like despair. Is this really how it will end? Suffocated just a few meters away from the atmosphere that could save you? That's bullshit.
The wind howls and picks up speed.
Jakal 2 is an extremely hostile planet with little more than pointed slate mountains and deep furrows reaching down into its very core. Hardly any life exists here, only highly specialized beetles and lichen species that spread across the mountains and valleys like a mosaic of life and sterile death. All this is topped off by the weather: Storms are the order of the day. Judging by the black clouds stretching over the eastern mountains, a glass storm will soon sweep over the habitat. Great. The good news just keep coming in!
If the lack of oxygen in the suit doesn't kill you, you'll be definitely killed by a dark storm with fist-sized shards of slate that the untamable wind breaks off the mountains. It would be like being thrown into a shredder—not a single body part would remain intact. So, which kind of death would you prefer? Suffocation or being shredded to bits?
Wait. The roof. The flat roof of the habitat has ventilation access. It's a narrow shaft, but maybe you can squeeze through it. Maybe a tragic death can be avoided after all!
You quickly get to your feet, stumble briefly over the clunky boots of the suit, and rush to the side of the residential complex. With trembling hands, you grab the rungs of the metal ladder attached for maintenance purposes. Step by step, you climb up the side of the building even though the sensor in your suit beeps faster and faster, warning you that you'll soon die of oxygen deprivation. To make matters worse, that black alien creature has caught your leg, and the deep cuts on your thigh burn like fire as your overalls rub against the wounds with every movement.
Upon arriving on the roof of the habitat, you are greeted by the sight of the storm front climbing over the mountains on the horizon like a dark omen. This glass storm will hit the plain soon and last for days. Hopefully, the habitat's technology is still functioning properly - nobody wants to sit out a glass storm with no heater or running water. And for now, the fact that you will first have to search every nook and cranny for unwanted black aliens once you get inside is a minor issue. For now.
Access to the ventilation shaft is intended for maintenance purposes only. The air filters purify the air sucked in from the planet, making it breathable for humans. These filters need to be replaced occasionally, and that's what this narrow shaft is for. Though it doesn't usually provide direct access to the living area. It is, however, your last chance to survive.
saw Badlandsin theatre and oughhh Kwei........ he's getting his own reader insert fic. might be a longer one tho and I'm so busy :( but I'm trying to get it done asap
How would a Yautja react/do if we had the moves and skill of Deadpool ?
Being able to k!ll 3 men with 1 bullet, k!lling Armed men with just a skeleton, joking and dancing as we go along K!lling people, Jumping of buildings into running cars, etc
the Yautja would kill you over and over again. fun times
