Hello!!! The request I wanna do is slightly specific, but also I'm shocked that I haven't seen much fics/oneshots of this idea, so I hope you wouldn't mind doing this (if you do not have time or just don't wanna do this, that's completely fine).
The idea that I'm having is that Reader is also a alien species, but their species and the yautjas hate each other to the core. Like endless fighting has been going between the two species for years. That's until Wolf and Reader coincidentally find each other in a hunt on a seperate planet, and slowly start to fall in love. This can be seen as enemies to lovers if you want to, or just make this a "love at first sight" deal.
Again, if you do not have time or just don't wanna do this, that's completely fine. But if so, please take as much time as you can with this. Thank you very much!
Pairing: Wolf (male Yautja) x Alien!Reader
Word Count: 4763 (Damnnnn)
Summary: Your species do not mix with Yautjas. It's been a blood feud before even the oldest of your kind was born. Yet, your cultures are similar. As a young warrior, you go to a planet called CT-38. Far in the universe. Far from Trisson, your home planet. All to hunt an unkillable beast. You crash land on the planet and are no stranded. When you meet a yautja, you wanted and attempted to kill him. Only to come to a truce to hunt the beast together.
Author Note: I was so glad I was able to use one of my forgotten characters/species that do hate the yautjas. You're right. I've not seen much about this. Mostly about humans/yautjas. Thank you for the ask!
Ancient coordinates guide your ship through the treacherous side of the Fangs of Solitude. One of the most dangerous places to travel to. Let alone hunt a beast no one has killed. Expect for today. Many would call you young and naïve, but you will bring home the delicious meat for your tribe. If preserved properly, it would serve your tribe for a whole month. The pelts could adorn the next generation of Inekar on your home planet Trisson.
Young as you were, you’ve still earned the title of warrior amongst your tribe. You will further your status as well once you brought home a hun-hoolie. It’s bone will soon decorate your body in the ritual after your return. Failure was not an option. Not for you.
Blaring alarms jolted you from your thoughts. Though you lacked conventional sight, you saw in different ways. The six, mostly flat limbs that protruded from your back, between your shoulder blades and up, produced a mental picture. Sight better than normal sight. Your three fingered hands gripped the ships controls as an asteroid struck your ship. A snarl sounded from behind four mandibles. All four fangs tipped up towards the nonexistent sky.
This section of the Fangs of Solitude hasn’t been mapped all that well. The ship attempted to correct its path for a safer route through the asteroid field. Its defenses activated and blasted bounders that wouldn’t crushed your craft. Yet, there were too many for it to handle. You took control and manually flew through the danger.
Less rocks struck your ship. But the damage had been done. After clearing the field, you realized what it shielded. CT-38. Home of the hun-hoolie. The prey you seek.
After the dangers your ship endured, you felt something was off with it. Your fingers expertly glide over the controls that you didn’t need sight to see them.
“Repairs required. Must land in T-minus five minutes,” you ship explained to you. A choked hiss escaped you. Five minutes?! Your mandibles tightened over your mouth. This was going to cut it close, way too close for comfort. Your fingers danced along the controls before grasping the steering and pushing your craft towards the planet in hopes of landing in time. Before you ended up in a giant fireball on entry.
As you entered the atmosphere, the last minute countdown began. Silent curses slipped from your long, purple tongue. You pushed your unsteady craft faster towards the ground.
“30.” You were still in the upper atmosphere.
“20.” The lower atmosphere.
“10.” This was going to be a rough landing.
“5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0.” The ships engines cut out and sent the hunk of metal gliding free through the air. Your stomach felt like it entered the back of your throat, lodged there as gravity snatched at the craft. This better not be the way you die! You will die as a warrior to honor your parents’ bloodline.
You sensed the impact before it happened. The console met your face fast. Everything went silent afterwards.
An achy, grogginess stirred you awake. Your senses were slow to come back and make note of what happened around you. The destruction beyond repairs you could preform. The sensory organs on your back/shoulder area vibrated, picking up every small detail average sight wouldn’t see. Yet, you knew for certain, you were stranded on the planet your tribe wouldn’t come looking. They’d suspect your life was taken right from underneath you. This far from Trisson, no communications would make it home. You were utterly stranded.
Death hadn’t come to claim your soul. The god, Taurn, has offered you a chance at survival. A chance you would take in stride and prove to your ancestors you are worthy of the Inekar blood that flows through you.
With that final thought, you forced yourself to rise from your destroyed pilot’s seat. Despite the ache that threatened to ground you, your feet padded on the metal floor to the weapon vault.
There was only a handful of weapons stored away. Young and inexperienced. You strapped on your bow and full quiver to your torso. Knives and a kusarigama. A sickle attached to a chain. A warrior born and made. One last check to ensure you had been prepared enough. Then, you strode to the hatch to the outside world. The latch was unlocked and the door slipped open to reveal a world you’ve never hunted before.
The air felt heavy in your lungs. High in oxygen. Not ideal for such a creature such as yourself. You stepped out onto heavily covered in moss ground and took the time to take in your new surroundings.
Sharp as the various blades strapped to your form, smoke burned your nostrils. You gagged with a shake of your head before slipping easily into the temperate forest surrounding you. The bitter, overwhelming smell of smoke grew distant as you introduced yourself to the biome around you.
Different smells filled your nose this time. Critters and creatures alike. Predators and prey. Fruits, food. And a stunned pause. No. Every single drop of your blood blazed with an instinctive hatred. Your hands swiftly readied your bow with an arrow notched. An arrow dipped in venom from a say-noew. Makes the body go limp but every though can be felt. While they eat you alive. Razor sharp teeth to tear the flesh from your bones. But you’ll do worse when you capture this prey.
Their ability to cloak was simply defeated by your sightless sight. They hide from the naked eye but can’t disappear from your sense. That’s what makes Inekar the greatest species alive.
That sense that made your kind different than most species casted out, painting a mental map. Every detail down to the wood-eaters killing a young tree to your left appeared in your mind. Your nostrils flared wide as a deep, lungful filled your chest. There was that faint scent that made your blood boil in the air. It was near. It must’ve been nearby when your ship crashed into the planet’s surface and come to investigate. Well, there’s going to be a nasty surprise when it arrives to find your ship empty and an arrow pointed at its back. For its heart.
Your lean, lanky form slinked through the foliage. The color of your scales doesn’t bled well with the red and yellow of the world. A detail you heard about before coming to CT-38. So, you hugged the thick bushes as you stalked through the underbrush of the trees that towered over your form fifty times over. Trees that have seen your ancestors grow and will see the generations after you thrive on Trisson.
The creature you now stalked had one trick up its sleeve you couldn’t counter. Heat sensors. Their masks can track different views, including heat. Your heat runs higher than average, making you stick out. So, you had to find the prey before it found you.
Snap! A twig lost the battle against weight. Yards away from you. Your senses zoned in on the sound only to realize it was a creature native to the world. You huffed and allowed your senses to blanket around you.
Only to freeze at the sharp whistle of metal cutting still air. Your body fell back into a roll and narrowly dodged decapitation. The bow in your hand was pulled taunt with a notched arrow. An arrow zipped through the tense air, aimed at the large body mass twenty feet from you. Until a serrated whip snapped the ironwood in half. Another arrow was released at your new target with a snarl from your mandibles.
A metal, emotionless mask stared at you. A lean but muscular arm snatched the arrow out of the air. Right before the poisoned tip could pierce the soft tissue of its belly. You snarled again and rapidly fired a third arrow. The target simply dodged by twisting its body out of the way. The wood of your bow creaks under the pressure you exert on it.
“Yautja,” you spat the word out as if it was bile on your tongue. Your senses narrowed on the yautja, down to reading his steady heartbeat. Calm. Calculated. Scars. Highly decorated. An elder or close to it. He was far more experienced and well equipped to your younger status.
“Inekar,” he rumbled. His voice even, nothing betraying his true emotions.
Another arrow was notched. “We both know how this will go. If you surrender now, I’ll make your death swift. Promise.” Your bottom mandibles spread out in a mock kind gesture. As if you would give a yautja mercy.
All you had to do was hit him once with the tip of your arrow. Then, the prize would be yours. A yautja and a hun-hoolie. You’d have to find a way off of here to show your tribe your glorious win.
He unleashes his whip once more and nearly latched onto your forearm. You snarled while leaping back and taking a shot. Like all the previous shots, the arrow found its home embedded in dirt. Miss after miss. You were shaming your bloodline at your actions.
Pain ripped across your thigh as the trail end of the serrated whip struck home. Blue blood spilled and soaked into the earth. “You’re going to regret that,” you hissed at him. The two of you were heavily panting. You reached an arrow in your quiver only to notice only one remains. The bow was tossed to the side. You spun out of the way of a whip while grabbing at your Kusarigama from around your waist.
The chain rattled as you counterattacked by launching the sickle end in an arch towards the yautjas head. He reuses a forearm and lets the blade bounce off of his gauntlet. Sparks flew through the air, dying out before it could hit the ground. You yanked the sickle back into your hand, jus tin time for him to lash at you and wrap around the handle of your sickle. A sharp tug pulled it out of your grasp. You gripped the chain tightly and attempted to brute force it back into your hand. Your toes dug into the soft dirt and moss under your bare feet.
A growl sounded from the back of your throat. You felt the air buzz with energy and heard a high pitch whirl. Plasma caster. The yautja fired a bolt at you. The chain was instantly dropped and became his property. You rolled off to the side. A searing heat passed at your side, barely missing just in time for the blades of his rip at your exposed back. Flesh and sinew tore away at your back. A yowl of pain tears at your throat.
You narrowly miss another opens hot at your exposed flank. While gaining on his territory. The whip was harsh and unforgiving at this distance but would become useless at close combat. The issue was getting close enough to become a threat to him.
Metal swings down on you. There’s no time to dodge. You raised a forearm and felt the serrated blades sink into your flesh. His muscles flex. You move with his motion of yanking back, trying to severe your forearm off. One moment you were ten feet away. The next, you landed on top of him, sickle in hand and poised at the skin top of the armor around his through. One cut would bleed him dry..
Another high pitch whirl. The barrel of the plasma caster was aimed between your nonexistent eyes. An instantly death. A draw.
“I slice your throat, there’s nothing you can do to save yourself,” you hissed at him, mandibles twitching rapidly. The energy in your frame was only building the longer the draw continued.
The plasma caster whirled higher. You pressed the blade firmer to his throat. The two of you pant hand, breathing mingling.
A deafening roar miles out echoed in the forest around the two of you. “Hun-hoolie.” The thing you hunt. The whole reason you’re on this planet.
“You hunt the hun-hoolie?” the yautja clicked in question behind his metal mask. Of course the yautja hunts what you seek.
Your mandibles tightened over your mouth. The sensory organs on your back vibrated. “I do.”
His grumble almost sounded like laughter. You pressed the blade more into his neck. “You are vastly, unprepared,” he rumbled. “The beast would make quick work of you.”
Was he seriously demeaning you while you held a blade to his throat? “Yaujta are weak period it would have used your bones as toothpicks!” there was impulsiveness you needed to get under control period “at least the death I bestow upon you would be swift.”
Suddenly, you were on your back, staring at the dusty yellow sky. The whip was pulled free from your forearm. You bit back a cry and got to your feet to use your towering height over him. Wounding his whip back up notching it on his hip. You used your foot to pick up your stolen weapon and wrapped it around your waist like a belt.
“You didn't kill me,” you stated. Blue blood dripped down from your various wounds amongst your frame.
“The same can be said about you.”
A grumbled spilled past your mandibles. How dare he be right?
But he wasn't your main goal. The hun-hoolio was. The meat and pelts was what you wanted most from it period to elevate your status amongst your tribe as the only Inekar to hunt a hun-hoolie.
“Why are you here?” you snapped then walked backwards to pick up your discarded bow and slung it on your shoulder. You pulled a Berry from your medicine pouch and ate it. Then, a green root was removed as well and smashed enough to be paced. You smeared it across your wounds.
“To hunt the hun-hoolio.” You paused halfway down on your thigh.
“Seems like we have a common enemy,” you muttered and continued spreading the paste. It smelled sweet but stung as it helped congealed your blood and speed up your skin nodding together.
“It does, doesn't it?” he grunted in return.
The thought of hunting with the yautja made you want to be eaten by a pack of say-noews. When you changed the thought of hunting with him and his skills...You didn't feel the need as strongly. A huff escaped you.
“Say… if we hunted it down together, how would you like to split the winnings?” All you were concerned about was the meat and pelts. You were willing to share some of it if he’s willing to hunt alongside a Inekar.
He raised his head to look at you through his metal mask.
“The skull and parts of the skeleton are mine.” He immediately lays claim. Right. Yautjas and their skull collection. “Some meat as well.” Hm, easy enough.
It was a condition you could come to an agreement on. A split of supplies to go on your own ways. You’d still need to find a way off the planet; with all your meat this planet gave you. You eyed the yautja in front of you. Blood boiling hot at the thought of being on the same planet as a yautja. Let alone hunting with one. But this had to be for your survival..
Plus… you liked his fighting skills. He was able to keep up with you.
A huff escaped your nose. This will be the most interesting hunts since you were brough into this world and probably long after.
“I agree to your conditions,” you spoke in an even tone and offered your arm to him.
He slightly ducked his head down. His hand grabbed at your forearm while you returned the same gesture. “I agree to your conditiions as well, Inekar.” You feel the bite of sharp claws into your touch skin. Your bottom two mandibles spread out into a grin.
Both species born to despite the other aid each other in a hunt against an unkillable beast. You stay crouched low to the ground while on the scent trail of the hun-hoolie. The yautja used the trees for travel, hopping from branch to branch. Barely making a sound on the rough branches of the planet’s native trees.
The two of you have tracked the beast for over thirty spins of the planet. From your research, it was an elusive beast. It intelligently used bushes to coat its scent with the plant. The beast’s scent was marked there but it would be the only spot with its scent. With your intelligence, you were able to track through the bush’s smell. Though, picking it out of the forest’s rang of odor’s took a high amount of skill. Even you struggled. The yautja followed you in the trees.
Your sight was pushed to the limit as you drew up every sense, every feeling in the forest. From the smallest critter nibbling at the inners of the trees, to the Bourink. Living, moving islands.
Soon enough, the scent picked up again as its camouflage rubbed off. You paused and knelt down. A strand of hair was caught on a branch. You pulled the piece free and lifted it up to your nose. The scent filled your lungs. Hun-hoolio. It was close.
His presences landed with barely a sound next to you. The clawed hand plucked the piece out of your pinched fingers. The appendages covering your eyes twitched. You resisted the urge to snatch it back. Just think of what you can get out of this, you thought to yourself. The title and status you’ll earn. All you have to do is withstand hi attitude and ego.
“It is near,” he spoke lowly, voice a deep rumble. A snarky reply hung on your tongue. So close to tell him to fuck off.
“The scent grows stronger. It will reapply its camouflage soon,” you told him. The six appendages on your back vibrated and sent signals to your brain. There was a change in your mental image. Slightest brush of what had to be a hun-hoolio. You straightened. “It is near.”
He clicked his behind his metal mask. “Shall Paya smile upon us,” he prayed for the two of you. The yautja dropped the strand before scaling the massive tree to his right. He stopped on the lowest branch and waited for your next move. You rolled your shoulders then took off, feet not making a sound on the forest’s floor.
Through the biome, you moved like a born hunter. Wind rushed passed you. Your blue blood sang with the need for the hunt, to tear apart the prey you seek. This is what you trained for, lived for. Even as a young Inekar, you had the skills to go on a hunt of this caliber.
Up ahead, you heard a massive form slinking around. You came to a halt before slowly moving through the underbrush. Your nostrils took deep breaths in, smelling the beast. It was so close, so near you could almost taste it on your tongue. A low groan clawed at your throat but you forced it down.
The plan started to slide into action
Your quiet feet stalked across the forest floor without a sound. Only a hint of bark scraping above is the only sound you heard from the yautja. A noise that could be mistaken as nature. You sneaked closer, the underbrush thick and unforgiving. Maybe you should’ve followed him into the trees even if your planet doesn’t have a single one on it.
Long, flightless feathers poked out form behind a tree that had no right being that big. Every muscle in your body froze like ice. Your lower mandibles twitched. It was right there. The prize of a century. Your sense honed in on the creature, all like you were becoming one. You hunted for any weaknesses, old injuries or sickness. You scented for any young on, in, or around it. Clear. Lastly, the size. It was smart to have help from a yautja. This was a two person job.
There’s a singular click of keratin on keratin above you. The signal.
You pressed forward without hesitation. While stalking towards it, the beast forged for berries and insects. Its long tongue scenting the air in front of it. All while you stayed downwind and out of sight.
Every detail about the beast created a mental image. There were no old weaknesses you could sense but others you could use against it.
Soon, you were right behind it. The beast none the wiser.
The chained sickled around your waist was carefully unwrapped from around you. One of the beast’s long, feathers ears twitched towards your direction but it didn’t make any other concerning moves. You gripped the short handle of the curved blade. Then, you launched it through the air, curving with just enough length to strike a soft spot near its armpit. The blade hooking onto a rib.
A pained roar tore through the air. You felt the disturbance above before the yautja landed on the hun-hoolio’s back, shoving two wrist blades into its armored back. Only for the blades to deflect off the feathers. The hun-hoolio bucked and threw the yautja off of its back before digging its claws into the soft, moist dirt. Then, it took off.
Your chain snapped taunt before dragging you forward, face first into the dirt. Yet, you didn’t release your grip. You get your feet underneath you and dig your heels into the soft dirt, creating scrapes in the ground.
It attempted to use the massive trees to knock you off, but you’ve grown up doing this. Skiing in the desert. There weren’t trees but there were bushes you’d have to dodge.
You noticed a familiar figure giving chase and catching up. He used the tree to run along the branches to launching himself at the stampeding hun-hoolio once more. The beast attempted to buck him off again. This time, the yautja wrapped a wire around the beast’s neck. The bucking slowed it unit it stopped moving forward. You used the moment of pause to wrap a chain around a small tree. The hun-hoolio continued to buck but the yautja wasn’t coming off. You tied the chain and sprinted to the beast. The last arrow in your quiver was pulled free and held in your hand.
As you neared the beast, you noticed the end of your sickle was barely holding onto the rib. It slipped free the moment you reached its back leg. The hun-hoolio reared up too bar back and three its weight over. You watched in horror as the yautja barely had time to slip off of its back. He rolls away just as the beast came down and caused a small earth quake. You rushed forwards the beast squirmed on its back. The poisoned arrow aimed directly at the open wound on its armpit.
The arrow pierced through the open flesh and lodged deep. It cried again and scrambled for its legs but swayed once it was up. First it front legs went limp then the other before it completely dropped limp on the forest floor. A wide grin spread across your features. You unwrapped the chain just as the yautja joined you. Blue blood coated your weapon.
“Say-noew venom. Enough to take down a hun-hoolio,” you explained while he stared at the conscious but unmoving creature. “Keeps their prey immovable but awake. Say-noews like when their prey is as fresh as possible.” Over the course of many cycles, you’ve become more talkative to Wolf. The two of you trading stories and tricks in the hunt.
Wolf grunted and knelt down next to the white arrow embedded in the open wound of the hun-hoolio. “You knew its weak point.” It was said more of a statement rather than a question.
One of your sensory organs twitched on your back. “I see with no eyes as you know. We can sense weak points, breaks in armor, even old wounds or sickness.” After working with Wolf for so long, you trusted him enough to spill these secrets. You saw him not as a yautja that you despised, but as Wolf. A hunt partner.
Another grunt left his throat. Grumbly, old. It made you chuckle.
Wolf stood back up and joined you at the exposed throat of the beast. You sliced your hand and drew Taurn’s mark on the hun-hoolio’s throat. A sign of respect and thanks. Then, you handed the knife to Wolf for the final kill. There’s a moment of hesitation from him before he unsheathes his own blade but doesn’t strike.
Your limbs on your back jumped. You have him the option because his kind had an honor code. He couldn’t take credit of the kill if you had delivered the last blow. But, you’d be able to take both the credit and hunt supplies from the kill.
In unison, the two of you sliced through its throat and watched the life blood drain until the beast’s soul left this world into the next. You wiped your blade with a cloth before sheathing it and standing back up. Wolf followed your moves. Now, comes the leavy lifting.
Over the course of a day, Wolf brought his ship near. The two of you began to divide and clean the kill. As promised, the skull, some meat, and hide was given to Wolf. Several of the impenetrable feathers were given to Wolf. The rest were placed into your pile.
As the hunt had come to a close. The two of you piled into Wolf’s cruiser. You sat in the secondary seat in the cockpit. Wolf pulled his craft into the atmosphere and headed into the darkness of space. You cleaned the chains and curved blade of your weapon. A peaceful atmosphere washed over the interior of the ship.
“I can’t wait to tell my superiors of this hunt,” you spoke once the ship entered space. There was one issue. Wolf. You couldn’t speak of him or else you’d be cut down where you stand. Same with showing up on a yautja ship.
“I can’t go home. Not like this.” With your ship destroyed, you’d have to find a new one. One that wasn’t smelling like Wolf. You needed a deep, cleansing bath to ensure Wolf’s scent wasn’t left on you.
“Stay then,” he offered to you. Stay with Wolf? He was offering that to you? But you couldn’t. It was too much of a risk to stay around him longer than necessary.
You shook your head. “I can’t. If either of our kinds find out about this partnership, we’ll be dead where we stand. Take me to the nearest port. It’ll find a way home.” The fact you felt sorrow at this scared you.
A heavy silence engulfed the two of you. Wolf’s hand hovered over the navigation panel before his fingers moved. The ship jumped through space and time. You leaned back in your seat with a heavy sigh.
Hours later, you felt the ship touch down on solid ground. You perked up and casted out your sense. People. Noises. Smells. A port, just like you’d asked for. Disappointment nipped at the back of your mind for a moment before you buried it. You stand up and head to the small cargo hold where everything is stored. Wolf enters a few moments later. He pulls something from his belt.
The two of you unload all the items off of his ship. As you descend the ramp on last time, Wolf’s hand snapped out and grabbed your bicep. You stopped in your tracks. The male yautja presses something into your hand. You casted your senses to the object. A small skull laid bare in your palm.
“Keep it. A reminder of our time together,” Wolf explained. His touch hand hesitated before letting go of you. You were silent for a moment before snatched the bone necklace around his neck and dragged him into your space. Your mandibles clashed with his, uncertain and uncoordinated in this sign of affection. You pulled away, taking in one last full look of Wolf before stepping down the ramp. You knew deep down this would be the last time you would see Wolf. It’s forbidden.
Behind you, the ramp closes and seal the two of you apart. Despite the heaviness in your chest, you pick your head and began to make your way through the port for a ride home.
