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Say you're a female from another species, could be human or something else, and after a hefty battle or straight up just helping them on some far away planet, the Yautjas end up offering you a ride back to your home world as a way of saying "thank you' for your aid (in some way or another). Little did you know that two of the few Yautjas who died during the battle were a pair of mates who unfortunately left behind a little pup. So you're on the ship, sitting in one of the unoccupied pilot's seats when one of the other male Yautias strolls up into the pilot control center with a crying baby Yautja. (I don't even know what a crying yautja would sound like, or if they even cry so bare with me here, Ima) He was clearly irritated & unsure as to how to deal with this-especially since males don't usually take part in raising the sucklings. He ask the pilot Yautia for help but he's totally unsure how to deal with this as well, why he hasn't even sired any children yet! So, as you slowly began growing tired of hearing them bicker and click back and forth along with the growing cries of the baby, you end up taking the little suckling off their hands (with a little bit of compromising that is) and sitting back down with him. You wrap him up tighter in his blanket and began to sing to him, soft singing with low, smooth notes (probably a song from your home world). His cries slowly stop and eventually he falls asleep, snuggling up to your chest while purring softly. Meanwhile, the other two Yautjas in the room are both amused and a little taken a back. They're scratching their heads, unsure as to how exactly you made those sounds and why it even worked. But in the end you basically adopt the role of a surrogate/ adoptive mother, especially since it's probably attached to you now...

Oh yeah and; Overtime you and the other Yautjas start growing closer during the time period it takes to get back to your home planet. Say at one point they feel compelled to bring you back to their own planet, surely the rest of them would want to hear how brave and ferocious you were in battle. After all, they can consider you one do them at this point. Maybe you grow even closer with one in particular. And though he knows it's forbidden and breaks code, he slowly starts to fall for you romantically, though he won't admit it for a while, maybe not even at all if you still feel desired to return back to your home planet. It's seeing how gentle and motherly you are with a child that's not even part of your own species that makes his heart skip a beat. It's knowing that you teamed up with him and his crew while fiercely fighting against and defeating something other worldly that makes him want to take you as a life long mate. Eventually, he may start to try and court you, even at the cost of his own honor.

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• Okay, so your appetite for one. We all sure know that pregnant human women can crave some of the strangest of combinations and have increased appetites. Now imagine that but 10x worse... I feel like your hunger would be especially vicious, maybe even more so than a regular female yautja, because this is a hybrid you’re dealing with. You could potentially even scare your own mate with your raging desire for meat (not just cooked, but strangely raw too) and fruits from all over the planet. What happened to his little human? Who is this beast that now sits in your spot?
• You’re definitely gonna have to do a lot of resting and nap-taking, a lot more than a human mother would. Your pup won’t necessarily be as large as a yautja pup, but they won’t be as small as a normal human baby either. (Though who knows, maybe you could get lucky and be blessed with either a tiny little suckling or whole ass yautja.) But yeah, you’re gonna be drained from doing every day activities that normally wouldn’t make you so exhausted. Hell, even walking for a little bit might tire you out, especially in your last trimester. 
• Be prepared to gain a large amount of new battle wounds—and by that, I mean giant stretch marks and even some vaginal scaring. Now I’d imagine that when baby yautja are born then don’t have the tusk (maybe just little stubs but for the most they’d grow in as they age) and they probably don’t have any teeth either. But the ridges along the skull where the dreads start growing might cause some issues and tearing while birthing. And as I already mentioned; the potential size of your guys’ suckling will be playing a huge role as well. Who knows what the full outcome will be, you might not even survive if you’re that unlucky, to be honest.

Based on everything listed above, as you can tell, you’re gonna gain a lot of weight, my dear. But don’t fret, your mate just sees it as ‘extra padding’ to protect your child. Besides, if you’ve been integrated into yautja society as a warrior then chances are sometime after birth you’re gonna end up training with your mate again (don’t worry, he’ll try to be be gentle with you for a little while until you can get the hang of it once more). 

• I don’t really know where and how the actual birthing process of a yautja plays out, but chances are that under normal circumstance a female yautja would give birth in the safety of their home or some other structure with maybe two/three other female companions around to aid her. (Depending on if she has a life mate or not, then I only think in rare occasions that the father would actually be there.) Basically, what I’m saying is that you’re probably gonna have some female companions there to help you along. Mostly yautja who have already mothered children or female elders would be there. Your mate too, but they’d probably make him wait outside, lol. (This is only if you’re accepted into and living in the yautja society though, otherwise prepare to go solo with your clueless ass mate.)
• Once you finally give birth... literally every fucking yautja on the block who knows about your partnership is gonna be like “ayo let me see your kid I wanna know what a hybrid looks like”. Spoiler alert: probably not that different from a full blooded yautja besides some human features/weird enhancements. (Like maybe they just have more ‘human’ like eyes or dreads that look more like hair and less like tendrils. Maybe even some more strange/intricate markings or molting and skin coloration.) Either way, there’s gonna be a lot of talking and gossip surrounding the two of you and how exactly your pup is gonna turn out, some may be good and some may be bad. 

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If there were any moments in time that you enjoyed the most, they were moments like these.

Usually you’d spend your times together hunting, exploring, or even enjoying a few drinks—very rarely did you get to sit down with him amongst the setting suns, surrounded by the flora & fauna. The heat and humidity belonging to this alien planet was slowly becoming easier to tolerate as night settled in, something you were rather thankful for. At some point you’d have to venture back, wouldn’t want to become dinner to some strange alien creature.

But for now, you’d have yourself perched atop a large, smooth boulder with your mate sitting peacefully on the ground below. His mandibles occasionally twitching, and his purrs were low and gentle, a sure sign of his comfort. The yautja’s head stayed resting in your lap, his arms draped over your legs and eyes closed. He let himself become enveloped in your touch, your soft skin felt good against his own rough, reptilian exterior.

You hummed a dulcet tune, a little lullaby you were taught back on earth. You dragged your fingers up and down his jaw and all along the little spines adorning his head. He was enjoying it, perhaps a little too much, as he wasn’t used to this type of treatment from anyone. The only, just barely similar, sort of attention he could previously get was from females during rutting season, so this was new.

You’ve been around your yautja long enough to earn a large understanding of their anatomy and inner workings. Some of it was confusing, but you learned more as time went on. However, the most intriguing thing about his entire appearance was his… tendrils? Dreads? They certainly weren’t like normal human hair for one, they could bleed for god’s sake. To your understanding, they were almost like the yautja equivalent of an octopus’s tentacles, or even a cat’s whiskers?

You weren’t sure, but now it made you wonder, what exactly would happen if you touched them? Surely nothing bad would happen, you thought. Just a gentle caress of one of his dreads to see what they felt like, to maybe see what would happen. While he was calm and resting, you could just maybe get away with it.

Trying to hide the scheming look in your eyes, you slowly worked your way up to one of his dreads. You dragged your fingers just a little closer each time, trying to go unnoticed by your companion. And eventually, you would reach his dreads, unbeknownst to him. Your hand floated just above the base, debating weather or not it would be a good idea.

You’ve known for a while that the yautja’s dreads were a rather sensitive part. They were always decorated with colorful rings made out of some sort of metal material, and some even had their dreadlocks tied up. Some had short dreadlocks, others had long dreadlocks. So certainly his reaction to feeling you touch his tendrils should’ve been expected, you supposed.

But his eyes opened instantaneously, his mandibles flaring gently. A low, rumbly purr—almost a growl—escaped from him, he was most definitely taken by surprise. In turn, you quickly pulled your hands away, you didn’t realize they that sensitive. Your eyes widened, now realizing what you had done. You let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry…” Was all you could say.

Your mate had turned to look at you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. You just about that he was gonna tear your throat out the moment he started to get up, slowly raising himself off the ground and being sure to not loosen his grip on you. But you remained calm, narrowing your eyes at him while remaining in place. But that didn’t prepare you for what happened next.

His mouth came closer to your neck, a low growl eluding from the back of his throat. Just as you thought he was about to rip out your jugular, you felt his other hand let go of your thigh and rest itself on your waist. And now you were just confused. He didn’t want to kill you it seemed, it was more like…

You blushed hard, your face turning as red as a tomato once you realized what had actually happened. Oh no, you thought to yourself. He wasn’t trying to kill you, hell, he wasn’t even angry.

He was aroused…

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The house felt cold and barren, like an icy wasteland. The only light that seeped in belonged to the moon, just a small smidgen of it filled the quiet room. Your sniffles were the only sound that could be heard, that, and the faint clicking of your beloved partner. But you could not being yourself to look at him, not your tear stained face and tired eyes. 

"Mate?" He spoke in his broken English. You flinched at his gruff, scratchy voice. His clicking became rapid at he soon started to realize something wasn't right, something—or someone—had shattered your spirit, had left you in a state of melancholy. His footsteps got louder as he progressed closer, only stopping for a moment to place his helmet on the cold hard floors. "Mate... sad?"

"Yeah, I am." You managed to choke out, all while whipping your tears away as quickly as you could. 

His clicking had soon turned into purrs, soft gentle purrs that he often used as a means of comforting you. Once he had reached you, he kneeled down to bring himself closer, his armor clinking as soon as he made contact with the floor. You still didn’t bother to look up at him, much preferring to rest your head in the palms of your hands. One hand had set itself on your bed, the other being placed on your thigh. Oh, how his touch sent shivers down your spine. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, you weren’t exactly used to the truly gentle and tender side of him. 

But there was no answer, only touch. Without hesitation, he begun to softly nuzzle your neck with the top of his head. His purring became louder as he continued to rub against you like a touched starved cat. His hand that laid on your bed has soon been placed on your neck, his two top mandibles splaying into what you have learned was the yautja version of a smile. 

He felt warm, the vibrations of his purrs sending tingles all throughout your body. You only felt yourself tear up more, your arms wrapping themselves around his and neck, holding him close. You begun to cry once more, but you only felt him move closer, he let you cry. Though he didn’t exactly understand why, the only thing that mattered was that you were hurt, someone had hurt you.

“I’m so sorry, so, so sorry...” You apologized, you hated roping him into this and showing weakness. 

“No such thing.” He said. He didn’t care that you had showed him weakness, he didn’t care that you got your tears on him. He only wanted to comfort you, to make you happy.

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General 

• For some reason, I really feel like Wolf loves studying ancient transcripts—be it that of the yautja, humans, whatever he can get his hands on. I feel he was always one that despite valuing strength, he valued intelligence and intellect very much as well. Maybe not as much in his younger days, but definitely in his older ages. I don’t really know, I feel like he valued intelligence more than your stereotypical yautja, lmao. 
• I think he also has collector tendencies. As we can see from his weapons, he has many that were never seen before with other yautja. So perhaps he’s the type to collect things such as antique weapons, skulls and bones of all kinds, trinkets and artifacts, that sort of stuff.
• Says he dislikes kids, no matter the species, but is actually really good with them. Like you could have your back turned for five seconds only to turn around and see him showing a child some cool weapons and trophies he got. Or would be the type to sit all the kids around the campfire and tell them how he got his scars and lost one of mandibles, or how he took down a Quatza-Rij on his own. (Really good at telling them too!)
• I think that Wolf was probably on the verge progressing to an Elder or retiree, or at least had thoughts about it. He strikes me as a more intellectual yautja, perhaps one they may study philosophy (as some Elders do seem to study this aspect). He also comes off as fairly wise, and he seemed to be enjoying a comforting life while sat on his throne before the predalien incident in one of the beginning scenes of Requiem. 
• Despite being on the verge of retiring to elder status, I think he will always work and practice, always find a way to test his strength. He may be getting ready to take things a little easier for now on, but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna let his strength and skill get shabby. Who knows, there could be another predalien incident and he would be the only one available to work on it. Besides, gotta make sure all the young-bloods and un-blood know where their place is.

With Human S/O

• In his younger days, the thought of mating with a human might be rather repulsive, even just for one night. But, as he got older, he slowly lost interest in the fights for dominance and the ladies, why should he have to fight for the attention of a woman who he will only mate with for a few nights and might never see again? Besides, papa wants to get ready to settle down with a life-mate. And humans usually life-mate, right? And they’re definitely more easier to impress and get the affection of!
• See, this is where bumps into you. Now it’s not a secret that the majority of yautja value strength and honor in not only themselves, but a partner. Even older yautja who no longer felt the need to look for mates would be enticed. And you were just that. A human with a hell of a punch, a sharp mouth and respect for even the dirtiest of dogs. Though it definitely took him time to come to the conclusion he wanted you as mate, he eventually came around to it. Now how ya’ll met is up to you, but chances are it was during a battle, be it against each other or another situation.
• Oh my god, if you could play music for him, especially acoustic guitar, he would be the happiest yautja in the galaxy. There is something so calming and ethereal about taking it easy while the one he loves most plays a sweet tune. It’s a total difference from the roaring and clicking of other yautja, from the constant sounds of plasmacasters going off and the intense sounds of an animal in distress after being shot down by another yautja. Would definitely enjoy if he could rest on your thigh, back, whatever while you play a few soft tunes or two. Damn, age really is catching up to him. 
• Would like to teach you how to clean and display skulls and bones. It would be a very nice bonding activity, and he can teach you something new (if you didn’t already know how). Along with this, he would bring you skulls and bones from his hunts for food, would make you small gifts from the hides of his prey—all things he’s always wanted to do but never truly got the chance too. But, would be absolutely flattered if you did the same for him, catch him displaying them on the walls of his ship. 
• Would absolutely love to just go explore foreign planets and shit with you. Maybe not necessarily hunt the life that inhabit the planet, but perhaps learn about them and get accustomed to them. Find some new plants and make things from it, find a pretty stone and carve a necklace or a little trinket for you. Now, if he did end up having to fight something, you can bet your ass he’s not holding back and going all out, and he’s going out honorably. All the while you’re with him, if he’s gonna go out, y’all going to hell together and with your claws and blades extended.

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You quickly stepped inside of your warm and cozy home, instantly shutting the front door behind you as to finally block out the cold air. You tapped your shoes together, trying to shake off as much snow as possible. Your breath was ice cold, you see it from a mile away and your hands shivered and cracked. Hell, you thought you were going to freeze to death in this icy cold wasteland.

“Damn snow...” You quietly cursed to yourself. 

As quickly as you came running in the door, you stripped your layers and instantly headed into the upstairs bedroom. Perhaps a nice hot shower could warm you up, maybe a nice cup of tea or hot cocoa afterwards would make you feel better. All of those delicious thoughts were put to the side the moment you felt a stinging pain rush to your palms and fingers, a pain you didn’t feel before hand most likely due to the frozen nerves in your hands.

You slowly lifted your hands up to your face, and just as you suspected. They were cracked, even leaking small droplets of blood. Your hands were as red as a ripened tomato. 

“Remind me to stay inside until all of this shit is over...” You spoke to yourself, irritation visible. 

Within a seconds notice, your alien companion had appeared around the corner like a dog hearing a treat bag. That’s right, you’re bleeding. 

“What happened?” Your mate questioned, trotting over to the crime scene. 

They took your hand in theirs, only loosening their grip slightly when you winced in pain. Their eyes followed every crease and cut on your poor hands, certainly this isn’t good.

“Dahdtoudi... you’re hurt.” They assessed, their mandibles begun to flare and a low click had been released—clearly, they were pissed. Who did this to their little human? 

You laughed nervously. “Yes, I am hurt. But it’s not from any sort of creature, believe me.” You pleaded with your yautja partner. 

“Then... where from?” They questioned, their sharp golden eyes narrowing.

You begun to explain, hopefully they’d listen. “Look, it’s just...”

You continued to explain and talk it out, but their attention was now focused on something else. The strange texture and look of your dry, cracked hands. It was certainly not something a yautja experience, maybe never even seen. They ran the softer, scaly pads of their fingertips over and across your ever bleeding wounds and lacerations.

Your hands were cold, cold to the touch. They felt withered and stiff, very much frozen until you finally walked inside. Your yautja only slightly grimaced at this, how very strange and… revolting. Humans are quite odd, your mate thought. 

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• You’re just so... elegant. Sure, as a female of her own species she’s not as brash and testosterone filled as the males. But you? You’re a small, graceful flower swaying in the wind. Every single move you do during your ballet lessons has her attention. She’s just so not used to the gentler, softer humans of earth.  Hell, most female yautja hardly even leave home planet, very few ever decide to become blooded go to earth.
• So, maybe yautja have ceremonial dances or choreographies of some sort, but this is far different than that. On the outside, she may come off as a little gruff on the topic, thinking it to be “such human behavior”. But deep down, she wants to be that elegant and graceful. Her whole culture is surrounded around hunting down prey and battling for the top spot, but what if she just wants to be a giant, suave Venus flytrap for once?
• She won’t admit it, but she loves the way you twirl and how your costumes flow and take the shape of your body. It’s very majestic and very entrancing. It reminds her of the way an elders cape flows in the harsh wind or how the plants on her home planet sway in the sun. Makes her nostalgic. 
• Eventually, she may take your hand and teach you some ceremonial dances, or she may offer to practice with you. She’ll gladly lift you up in the air like a bird (mainly because she can show off her strength) and be your support. Don’t expect her to do any soft twirls or such, but she’ll help you with yours and keep you on your feet. In turn, she’ll want to show you some ceremonial dances from her kind. I feel like the clothing and outfits for these dances are more flowly as well, so she’ll definitely want to put you in their ceremonial outfits. She probably won’t put on a tutu or leotard, but she’ll help you go online shopping with you for them or even make you your own if she has sewing and weaving abilities. 
• I don’t think she’d mind too much if you were slowly losing your sight. She might be more protective and possessive over you, but she does it out of a place for love. It’s nothing new to her, it may be less common in yautja society and the younger one is with such “defects” the less likely they’re to be treated as second class citizens due to their lesser ability to fight and hunt, but it does happen. Occasionally you’ll run into a yautja who was blinded while on a hunt or an older yautja who slowly lost their sight due to aging or a potential sickness of some sort. (I do feel the older a yautja is, the less likely they are to be treated as such.) So yeah, no worries, she’ll always be there for you, being your guide yautja when you need it. 

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• First off, I think your yautja would find your profession rather interesting, very enticing really. Death is a common part of yautja culture, they only have two gods, one representing life and the other representing death. So I think they would very much respect your profession, but they may not pay attention to it too much at first. Like I said, death is common and an everyday thing in yautja culture, it’s not shielded from innocent eyes. Only once they may actually see you working in the morgue or perhaps here you explain the process, they would then grow much more interested in the process, considering it’s another species. 
• You’ll have to keep watch if they do manage to sneak into the morgue without freaking anybody out. They’ll be picking things up, touching stuff, examining it, etc. All in great interest, especially if their a young blood, as it’s truly not hard to bewilder them. They’ll try to ask you what things are, and might stick their hand in something they’re not supposed to. They’ll only click in amusement after you yell at them. But hey, at least they’re interested in trying to understand the during and after process of human decay. 
• Will probably try to bring you other deceased creatures and people, but they’ll only think they’re helping you with your job. You’ll face palm, but laugh, at least they tried. Also, be careful leaving them unattended, they might try to steal a body part or something like that, perhaps to keep at a trinket or even eat if there’s still flesh on it. 
• Expect them to show you off and to tell their buddies about you. Your work with death, you’re surrounded by death. From embalming, to cremating, to funeral directing, doesn’t matter what you specialize in you’ll have garnered the respect of many yautja. Some might believe you’ve been blessed by the god of death himself, truly an honorable achievement. Not only that, but this’ll give your mate definite bragging rights, they’ll be grinning like a haughty lion. 
• At some point, your mate might ask you to perhaps try and work on one of their own species. You’ve got the skills and knowledge, all you need is the dead body. If the yautja was someone close to your alien companion, they’ll kindly ask you to take care of the body for them. They trust you with it. 

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Anonymous said:

Imagine: Your Yautja bf experiences a crippling defeat against a rival, severe injuries and all. He feels very ashamed and dishonored and fully expects you to move away from him to find a stronger, more honorable suitor. You realize this after making the connection between his glum silence and other warriors presenting you trophies and gifts. He's so worried you'll leave him. While well integrated into Yautja society, you're shocked to find out about his fear. You fiercely explain to your bf that humans do not iust leave their spouse when they are at a low point, but instead support them and help them get back on track. In this, you'll fully ignore Yautia customs and promise him to stay with him even if he got defeated. You're all his, good times or bad times. He's speechless. After realizing the extent of your devotion he promises you the same.

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You sat quietly at the kitchen table, the room was dead silent and the air felt cold. It was raining, a gloomy and cloudy day it was. The only light in the entire house came from the ceiling light in the kitchen, even then, it was faint, slowly dying down each day your mate had been absent.  With a cup of warm tea in hand, you kept your attention on the computer screen before you.

You sighed, thinking to yourself. Your eyes may be on the computer screen, but your thoughts else where. It had been a few weeks now, your alien partner had went on a hunt. They said they would be back soon, in a week or two at most, but it had been almost a month. You were growing more and more worried and antsy each day, fearful thoughts clouding in the back of your mind. Were they okay? Had they gotten lost? Injured? Killed, even? The thoughts made you wince, they made you tighten your grip around your cup in the slightest bit of anger and worry. 

You tried to wait out the days and look to the bright side of it, trying to keep as positive as an attitude as you could manage. You bit your lip, perhaps they were caught up in other things, maybe they need to attend to business back on their home planet. But as the days passed, your doubts grew and your fears only worsened by each possibility you could think of. ‘Why did I let them go alone?…’ you questioned yourself internally. 

The thoughts slowly settled in more and more, you could feel a mix of angry and sadness arising deep within. You weren’t even paying attention to the show you were watching, your mind was elsewhere. You were just about to call it quits and head to bed, despite the sun having not yet fully set. You needed some time to think to yourself, you felt more than overwhelmed at this point.

Creak.

You froze, a new sense of panic and fear arising within. A creaking sound, from the other room, you determined. Your breathing hitched and you slowly turned your head to face the door way from the kitchen to the living room. A million thoughts raced through your head, the sound of footsteps, too unfamiliar. You gulped and paused your show, slowly setting your drink back down on the table. 

More creaking, yet the sounds were closer now. 

You took a breath in, your gaze now slowly turning to the utensil drawer, a knife, you knew you needed. You needed to fend off the intruder, for sure it’s what your mate you would’ve wanted. Well, time to make them proud, wherever they are, you supposed. You blinked slowly and narrowed your eyes, it was either sit here and let yourself be vulnerable, or defend your skin. You opted for the second idea. 

As quickly as you could, you pushed back your chair and hopped up on your feet. Maybe the noise of your quick reaction would scare off the potential intruder, perhaps the sudden sounds would warn the predator lurking around in your home. But besides that, you ran to the drawer and opened it, almost breaking the knob for sure. You pulled out the biggest blade you could find in such a short times notice. You held the knife up and kept an iron grip on the handle. 

Crash.

Your senses heightened, something had been broken. Now, you were fully alert and aware, you were in guard and ready to fend off the invader the best you could. Just for safety measures, you jogged over to the kitchen door leading out back, that way, if you couldn’t fight back, you could escape. 

There was a short moment of silence, the sounds of something breaking appeared to have caught you both off guard. Only when the footsteps started up again, did you dare to speak. You could see the shadow of a figure, something big was stalking you, heading closer to the kitchen. “Stay back! I have a knife!” you called out, trying to erase all fear from your voice. 

You stopped, your grip slightly loosening around the handle of your blade. You heard a purr and a click. 

“…” you couldn’t even speak, your mind had went into shock, you couldn’t even process what was happening. 

The culprit jumped around the corner, their eyes wide and stance slowly relaxing as soon as they saw you. Their blade retracted, and their alien face brightened. 

“Dahdtoudi?” They questioned, a sort of relief present in their voice. 

You lowered your knife and gulped. “You’re… back?”

You felt the air become lighter and almost thought the ceiling light above had brightened. Your stance relaxed and soon it felt like the room had no longer stayed quiet and was now bursting with energy, and especially relief. 

Your dear yautja and best friend had finally returned. 

Your face brightened and you threw the knife on to the counter, quickly picking up your face and throwing yourself onto them. They purred and clicked in amusement and dropped their helmet off onto the same counter top. They wrapped their muscled arms around your smaller frame and rested their chin on the top of your head. 

You giggled, a little bit of playful aggression present in your voice. “You scared me, I thought you were an intruder!” You breathed in their familiar, yet foreign scent. Definitely came back smelling more like flesh and blood than themself.

Your mate laughed, or at least the yautja version of a laugh. “I thought you were intruder.” They exclaimed, rubbing their chin all over, being sure to rub their scent all over you. 

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, totally. Still in hunting mode?” You asked, looking up at them with a shine in your eyes. 

They only clicked in response and dragged their claws gently and comfortingly across your back. You kissed them passionately on the neck, the least bit bothered by the accumulated dirt and sweat on their body. It was the only response you needed to feel satisfied, you were more than happy with your love finally having returned to home. You decided to question them and their whereabouts later, for now, you wanted nothing more to embrace your yautja partner.

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The sun was about to start setting, but it’s raze still captured all of the greenery below. The occasional breeze would pass by, trying it’s best to keep you cool during the hot summer season. Every now and again, you would listen for the birds or watch a family of squirrels scatter into the trees. The cool green grass felt ethereal on your skin, the music you had playing through your earbuds amplified the feeling, though you left one out to bother Celtic every now and again. Your mate, on the other hand, had been keeping himself occupied instead of relaxing and enjoying the summer afternoon.

Celtic sat on a tree stump next to you, his attention more so focused on the tools and object in his clawed hands. Luckily, he cut back on his gear today, instead opting for just a simple groin cloth with the addition of his wrist blades. You kept his bio-mask next to you, occasionally admiring it’s features and asking your yautja partner questions about it’s functions. 

“Hey, what does this do?” You asked him, pointing to the triple laser mechanism. You’ve seen him use it, multiple times, targeting lasers you knew them as. But you didn’t care about asking him such a stupid question, you were only trying to get him to pay attention to you instead of whatever thing he was working on. 

He clicked in response, not even bothering to look up at you. He knew that you already knew.

You sighed and placed his helmet down on the grass. What exactly was he so focused on? What was he even carving? The one time you found yourself alone with him, he just had to be focused on something else, something that wasn’t you. “Celtic.” You spoke his name, turning to your side and to rest your head on your hand.

He grunted, still not caring enough to look up at you. You narrowed your eyes and this time you fully sat up, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire time. “What exactly are you doing?” You asked, crossing your arms. 

He didn’t yet respond, still picking at and carving the object in his hand with his wrist blade. You both sat in silence for a few short seconds, the only sounds coming from the shaping of whatever it was that he was oh-so focused on and your typical outside summer sounds. You always knew Celtic was far more quieter than his brothers, he kept more to himself. But that didn’t mean he had to ignore you, right? 

You were finally about to break the silence, ready to ask him if you should leave. But his following actions caused you to say. 

“Look.” He purred out, holding up the sculpture for you to see. 

You furrowed your brow. He held up quartz from the creek not too far from your home, it sparkled and shimmered in the sunlight. The gem was tinted pink in color, rose quartz. Only after gawking at the way it shone in the light did you notice the shape. 

You questioned him. “It’s a heart? You’re kind is familiar with these sort of things?” Now you were more curious and less annoyed, completely forgetting about before. 

Celtic moved his gaze to lock eyes with you. “Not familiar. But you are.” He proceeded to hand you the gem heart, his claws grazing against your skin as he set it down in the palm of your hand. 

You stared at the little trinket, looking back from Celtic to the bauble that was now if your hands. The look in his face, or at least what a yautja could convey; he was pleased with himself.

“You made this? For me?” You asked, slowly standing up and walking closer to your beloved alien. 

“For you.” He reflected your words, a little purr escaping from the back of his throat. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, a smile forming on your lips.  And you thought he was being distant with you, when in reality, he was only focusing on you. You looked back at the object, then stuffing it in your pocket. 

“Thank you. It means a lot.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his neck. 

Celtic purred in delight, retracting his wrist blade and in a swift motion, wrapped his own muscled arms around your waist. He pulled you closer to him, making it so you were sat on his lap. His mandibles played through your hair and his claws dug lightly into your skin. You closed your eyes and started to again appreciate the lonesomeness left with you and your mate. Despite how closed off he usually was, he didn’t mind being open and loving with you. Which made your heart flutter at a million miles per hour. Such a loving creature he was when you got to know him, you thought to yourself. 

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• Okay, I’ll start off my saying, your yautja is both mesmerized and confused. Especially if their first time coming across you was while you were in costume, swimming around in the cool waters with your beautiful mermaid tail. A small group, just a few yautja, might have heard about the folktales and legends of oomans with fish tails—but none of them have ever met one in person, or even laid eyes on one. 
• For a yautja who’s heard of the legends of the mermaid, unfortunately my dear, you’re gonna wanna keep watching and prepare yourself for the first few meetings. The only thing your newly found alien…friend… is gonna have on their mind, is to hunt you. If they can manage to bring home the tail and head of a completely unheard of sub-species of their own prey, they’re gonna get honored. They’re gonna feel the waves of pride sloshing around in their minds. Why would you look at this? Me, a single yautja, has managed to hunt down the first ever fish ooman. I betcha they’d want to find all sorts of uses for your fins and skeleton.
• Anyways, as for a yautja who’s never even heard of this human legend, they’ll more than likely show more confusion and interest. They didn’t know that some humans had tails and could swim! That’s only if they don’t perceive you as a threat right off the bat, though. 
• Either way, expect one thing—a lot of questions. They ask you about what in the hell is going on here. Why is half of your body fishy? Why is the other half a human? You don’t have legs?… THAT’S the moment you tell them that you’re not a real mermaid. You’re an actor, one who specializes in professional mermaids and the art of preforming in the water. 
• Wait wait wait, hold the phone. You’re not a real… “mermaid”? As you humans call them? You’re an actor? Either expect a very curious yautja or one with every last drop of aspiration leaving their body, lol. How dare you trick them, human! You humans really are masters of disguise and trickery, how clever… and disrespectful of you.
• Expect your yautja to want to learn more about this human practice. What is the point of it? Why do you pretend to be something your not? I hope you have patience because you’re gonna be here for a while explaining. 
• Then, they would notice you shivering. You’ve been in the water a while now, your legs are cramping from being in the tail for such a long amount of time and your getting hungry from all this cardio. However, much to your surprise, the thing called a “yautja” helped you. They helped you warm up and even tried to hunt for you, after hearing your grumbling tummy. Chances are you chuckled and smiled, huh, so maybe these alien hunters aren’t as terrifying as you thought. Now, everyday after your practice, you’ll find your yautja waiting for you. They themselves love warmth and wouldn’t mind warming you up, you can find them waiting for you at the edge of the clearing ready to carry you inside. They almost forgot you still had your tail on and didn’t even notice they were getting water everywhere, all over your newly cleaned floors, too. 
• Might want to swim with you. Or at least have you teach them a thing or two. I’m sure they love to swim along side you, only to get side tracked by another animal they’ve never seen before, will definitely be adding the unfortunate critter to their growing trophy collection, hehe.

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Vampire S/O

Imagine going on a hunt and finding a human to feed on, but unbeknownst to you someone else was eyeing your target. You aim for your prey, leaping in the sky like a lion hunting down a gazelle—only to to hit something hard and oh-so inhuman. Your prey got away and you eyed the culprit, who looked just as irritated, but you didn’t expect to come face to face to the creature in front of you…

• Sure, yautja have definitely had run in with creatures and things that most certainly were not human. But when you grow so familiar with a species, you don’t expect anything new. So expect a very curious yautja, one that’ll definitely feel inclined to explore you and the way you work, from your fangs to your other human-but-not-so-human attributes. Now depending on your yautja, some may instantly want to get to know you and will walk walk up to you with wrist blades extended, simply just wanting a closer look. Others though? May follow you for a while, but won’t warm up to you for sometime I’d imagine, at least in a friendly sense. Will eye you and watch your every move from afar, just inching a bit closer each day. 
• Depending on how you head canon vampires (i.e. having superhuman strength, speed, sight, etc.), imma say one thing, prepare to be challenged. He’ll want to test your strength and see what capabilities a so-called “vampire” like yourself may hold. You’re so human looking, even from the same planet, but at the same time so not human. It’s strange, sort of like how you have the regular predators we’re all familiar with and then the super predators we saw in the Predators (2010) movie, the ones they have a blood feud with. (Mentioning because of the vampires vs. humans situation.)
• It’s probably hard to always catch live human prey I’d imagine, especially with things such as cell phones and security cameras being more relevant today. But guess what? No need to worry when you’ve got a yautja on your hand, he will have no problem hunting down and bringing you human prey. He’ll skin the corpse and make some nice little trinkets for you to keep, will definitely bring you the whole body as a gift. (Like a cat bringing you a dead mouse or bird.)
• I feel like he’d be rather intrigued and aroused watching you feed. The way to drain the lifeless body of it’s life-force is just so charming to them. The look in your eyes, the soft growls of pleasure, the way the once lively human being slowly loses all color is rather seductive in a sense. Very enticing to your yautja partner, you may not be a man-eating monster with a feral personality, but it doesn’t change the amount of strength and power you hold over a standard human being. You’re the predator, they’re the prey. A very arousing thought to your yautja for sure. 
• Will be curious about your abilities on other planets. Can you also drink yautja blood? Can you drink the blood of other inhuman creatures? Ah yes, nothing like the combo of a big feral alien man and a space vampire. But that’s if you’d go with them on their other missions and hunting trips. Quite a combo, I’d say so myself. 

Flesh-Eating Demon S/O

Now imagine your future yautja partner coming across you while hunting for your next meal, better yet, stumble upon you while you’re feasting on the unfortunate human. Equally disgusted as he is horny.

• A vampire may already be an interesting thing to come across, but a flesh eating demon? Yeah, now that’s both scarier and more arousing, I’ll be honest. The level of danger you hold is for more alerting to him than a vampire. Not only do you consume the blood of your human victims, you eat the human victims—flesh and all, from muscle to muscle and foot to head. Basically, expect a very wary yautja during you’re guys’ first introduction to each other. Hell, he may even try to hunt and kill you at first, after all, you are a threat to him and his prey, at least in his mind.
• Now I know I said he’d definitely see you as threat at first, I also feel like a part of him will be interested and rather… aroused. Female yautja themselves are big and strong brutal, they’ll make a male yautja seem more like a chihuahua than a German shepherd. And that’s exactly what I think he’d like about you. You remind him so much of the yautja females back on home planet, you’re a literal man-eater. It would bring him a sense of familiarity and comfort, nothing like a big strong lady who can eat his face off, ya know?
• Anyways, praise. Yes, expect a decent amount of praise from your yautja companion. Loves presenting you with gifts, such as the skulls of his rivals and the pelts of giant beast he’s had the privilege of hunting on other strange planets. But guess? Would be even more honored if you’d challenge him. Why? Because in his mind, you deem him as worth your time and attention. You consider him strong enough to challenge you, while also taking him as your life mate. After all, female yautja only take the strongest of mates, only those at the top of the mountain can mate. What’s more pride boosting to a yautja than that.
• Would find it a nice activity to take you hunting with him, at least during the times when he’s okay with sharing his prey. The both of you would make one nasty team, the savagery that an alien hunter race and a man-eating demon can hold alone, let alone together, would be enough to make most quiver. Even to the point where you might garner the attention of other male yautja, maybe even females too, in the sense they’d see you as worthy challenge and would love to test their strength against you. Not only that, but I mean like… some yautja who consider themselves as alien fuckers would find your entire self fairly attractive. Like I said, what’s more arousing to a yautja than a big strong demon lady who eats human flesh? 
• This wasn’t originally supposed to be NSFW, but on another note: THE SEX WOULD BE IMMACULATE. Hardcore kinky alien/demon sex, would fuck you up so bad to where he’d have to hunt and bring you human sacrifices because you can’t walk. Goes the other way around too, would love if you rode him, would love to see you on top and taking charge, just like the female yautja back on home planet. There would be so many new feels, the feelings of a strange alien cock, pulling his dreads to get him riled up, his claws dragging themselves across your body… Hell, even in your end with whatever demon powers you have would send him over, most intense sexy y’all would ever have. Sure, sex with other female yautja may be pleasurable as well, but it’s more like one and done mating sort of thing, ya know? But with a demon from another realm of existence, yeah y’all are gonna have to hot kinky sex. (I think I might a little scenario for this, hehe.)

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You fluttered your eyes, a yawn escaping from the back of your throat. You sat quietly and contently in the passenger chair, your arms crossed and your mind else where. You were but enjoying the view.

“How old do you think that star is?” You asked, keeping a solid gaze on the glimmering blue and white star off in the distance. 

It twinkled and lit up but a section of the vastness of the black void. But it wasn’t the only star that decorated the lacuna that is the universe. Stars and planets of all sizes and colors had kept your attention for the majority of your journey with Wolf. Reds and whites, bright and dull, all kinds of space anomalies decorating and occupying the empty crevasses of the all-surrounding darkness. 

“Old.” Wolf responded. 

An alien of few words, you laughed to yourself. He was fairly quiet in nature, but perhaps part of it was because his attention was casted elsewhere. The red lights of the control panel contrasted with the black and chromium colors of the rest of his ship. Every now and again, he would tend to some other duties, but the majority of his awareness stayed on commanding and controlling the ship. 

You took a deep breath in, and a deep one out. “Hey.” You had begun to speak once more. 

Wolf didn’t bother to respond, he didn’t bother to even turn over his gaze to focus on you. But that was only because you were going over to him. 

You stood up and stretched your limbs. You walked slowly over to your companion, each footstep echoing throughout the emptiness of the mostly silent ship. As you moved closer, the feeling in your heart grew, a sense of warmth and comfort, mostly in knowing the point you were at in your life. The point in your life with your beloved counterpart by your side. 

Wolf cocked his brow as you stepped closer, but eventually that cocked brow turned into a resting one. A content feeling and surge of hearth ran throughout his scarred body, he would never admit it, but he loved the feeling of your touch. Especially during now, the very moment you wrapped your arms around his muscled limb. His cool skin contrasted with the warmth of his own body, a strange but comforting sensation. You rest your head on his arm, nuzzling deeper into his muscles, trying to seek out what closeness and heat you could in the cold plains of space. 

“I love you.” Those three words were the only words you needed to voice. Your actions of affection had already sent Wolf soft enough.

The man had been through much and had dealt with many, but never someone as affectionate and compassionate as your own self. You showed such kindness to the old beast, something that Wolf hardly received back on prime planet. Sure, he had gotten much respect, but affection and kindness were a far more foreign concept in his society as a whole. And you were spoiling him with it, you may not have realized it, but you were the one who had made his tough skin softer, metaphorically. 

“Love…” Wolf repeated in his scratchy, alien voice. 

His mandibles twitched for a short second, and then closed. His clawed hand laid to rest on your own hand that grasped his arm. You chuckled at the slightest as he purred and rubbed against the top of your head like a sweet, old cat. He rest his chin on the same place, his mandibles gently running through and picking at your hair. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying and sucking in all of the feeling he could get. 

For once, and as strange as it was, he felt peaceful. Traveling through the void of the universe with no one but his beloved. From every star, planet, meteor, and so forth—his peace with you never changed. 

Wolf purred, a gentle, soft purr of tranquility. “I love you too, Dahdtoudi.” 

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You panted, heavy and labored breaths, your chest started to ache in pain from the pressure you put on yourself. Not just on your attempts to breathe with ease, but your entire body ached. Your legs, your feet, all the parts of the body used to run. That’s what you were doing. Running. 

Sticks and rocks shredded your pants and you lab coat as you ran through the thickets of the forest. Your legs and arms were covered in scratches and bruises, not just from running, but from that ‘thing’ after you as well. But you didn’t care about the pain, no matter how much it affected you. You only cared about running and finding a safe spot for yourself to hide in. You held a firm grip on the knife in your hand, you were armed and ready battle if it caught up to you. 

And that’s exactly what the creature did, they pointed their strange looking gun and fired. A yelp, one that yielded pain. A strong sensation of hot and cold to content and pain surged through your shoulder like a powerful bolt of electricity. You dropped the knife in shock, the only item you had protecting you from that strange, growling and purring beast that pursued you like a lion hunting a gazelle. 

Despite your hardest to regain your composure, your legs gave in to the moment of weakness. Your knees hit the dirt and rocks decorating the soil, more pain, you noted. It was all so fast, too quick for you to even comprehend what had happened. Nothing even settled in until you tumbled forward and forcefully hit your head on a big, giant boulder. Great. Shockingly, you didn’t pass out, but you had begun to feel a warm liquid stream out of the back of your head. 

You shook your body in both fear and agony, and you knew it. You were gonna die here. That beast of prey—which you’ve heard your colleagues refer to them as a “predator”— circled you, keeping your body pressed against the large boulder and sending you begging for mercy on your knees. You were ready to give in, there was no use in fighting for your life anymore. They had you cornered, their blade extended, a mix of growls and roars filled your hearing. The only things you could hear, and the last, was that monstrous being chasing you down. 

Yours eyes closed, this was it. You could only ask for it to be quick and painless. You wanted to fight for your life, but there was nothing to help you fight. Now, you could only do one thing, and that was to await for your inevitable death. 

Growling. Roaring. And the sounds of blades clinging against each other. 

Your eyes tightened themselves shut, you were but awaiting the painful feel of a blade piercing your skin. 

But that feeling never came. 

Only the sounds of that angry creature. And… another predator?

A deep, heavy grumble of something… bigger… eventually became the only sound left. Heavy footsteps, the strange sound of claws scrapping against the ground. A loud, thunderous growl. 

You were almost too afraid to open your eyes, but something, something deep within compelled you to at least slip in a peak. Fear was still surging through your veins and replaced all of the blood that once occupied those spaces. But you still went ahead and did it. You still opened your eyes, you wanted to come face to face to the culprit who caused the sudden silence.

Your eyes widened in pure shock. It looked exactly like those things chasing you earlier, but bigger. It’s coloration was exotic, and it’s eyes, almost felt like they could kill you just by staring you down. You looked from side to side, but the thing, an ultimate—an ultra version of that predator who trailed you and hunted you down earlier—kept it’s eerie gaze on you and your wounds. You bit your lip, almost refusing to turn back and look at… it. 

Eventually, you turned your eyes back around to meet the gaze of the beast before you. 

“… I-… Why?…” That was the only word you could speak, the only thing your brain could process at the moment. 

The thing, however, it stayed silent. But it’s actions? It’s actions helped you understand, or at least helped you to try and understand. From the way it stared down at the lifeless body of the predator to the strong kick it launched to the head of the barbaric fiend. It grimaced, you could tell by the way it’s… mandibles? Tusk? What even were those things… from the way they moved and the brow upturning into a look of anger and disgust. 

It was like it held resentment, or even hated that thing that was after you earlier. 

Maybe that’s why it helped you, maybe that’s why it killed the creature before they could get to you. It hated that alien as much as you feared them. Perhaps the ultimate version of that predatory creature only killed them to be petty, or maybe it felt bad for you. You were not sure, but it slowly moved away with it’s piercing gaze as the last sight you see.

It’s- His clawed hand gripped the blade he held on his wrist, adjusting it, preparing for another future fight. 

“Hey… wait…” You tried to stand up and dust yourself off, perching yourself against the boulder. 

The alien turned his head towards you, a low grumble of seemingly annoyance, maybe even displeasure escaped from the back of his throat. 

“I’m coming with you.” You reached down and grasped your knife in your other hand. 

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Anonymous said:

Imagine exploring the depth of word "love" with your mate. They definitely have no description nor they understand that kind of thing's term. Making them slowly understand and realized they "love" you like they never could for anyone, explain why he finds you different from other. Love is complex yet simple feelings, but it gives him a brand new perspective of
life!

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You cocked your gun and bit your lip, keeping a hawk’s eye gaze on the serpent crawling across the ceiling. It’s disgusting, slimy black body glimmered amongst the flames and smoke on floor level. You growled, covered in dirt and sweat was not your ideal Saturday, but you were not about to let this alien monstrosity reach the outside world. It’s screeches and roars made your ears bleed, how did this thing teach earth’s grounds?

Well, you could ask the question later. For now, you focus was on exterminating the serpentine creature slithering on the ceiling of the old warehouse. 

The thing ducked in and out of the smoke, the rising flames on the floor of the abandoned building had made this entire scenario unbearable. The heat made you sweat bullets, the smoke tampered with your breathing. But nonetheless, you held an iron grip on your firearm. Focusing in and out, trying to get a perfect shot on the creature was proving to be far more difficult than you originally intended. 

“Stupid fucking alien… You better hope god has mercy on you, because I won’t.” You threatened, speaking under your breath.

The moment ‘it’ came to a halt, you aimed your weapon and lined it up with your sight. The alien glanced around the room, looking for an escape route. It was either now or never, you reasoned. 

With your hand on the trigger, you took a deep breath in. Preparing to shoot down the monstrosity before you. Every second seemed to be more like minutes, you were nervous, it was evident by your hands shaking like the earth. What if you missed the shot? What if it managed to escape? 

Three.

Two.

You could do it. You’ve never been in a battle quite like this one, but in the end, it was either drown in fear or rise to the surface to breathe in fortitude.

And…

You didn’t even pull the tigger. 

But a screech of pain, pure pain, emitted from the alien creature. It’s clawed grip weakened, slime and drool exerted from its mouth, and a disgustingly green substance was left behind. It’s body tumbled into the pits of hell below, leaving nothing behind but the green substance scaring the ceiling of the abandoned warehouse. You grimaced, the substance seemed acidic and dangerous, a far better reason for that thing to be eliminated.

But again, you didn’t pull the trigger. 

You stood there for a moment, shock running through your veins. Shock from the strange phenomenon that had just occurred, and shock from a sound that sounded predatory and alien, a sound that seemed to come from right behind your back. 

Your breathing hitched, you felt frozen in time. Clicking. Purring. Growling. Something was behind you, but you weren’t quite sure what it was. Could it be another one of those black alien serpents? Your mind was being torn into shreds. What exactly had just happened? And what the hell was behind you?

More growling and more clicking filled your hearing.

You swallowed your fear, you gripped your gun tighter, it was almost as if you could break your fingers with how confining your hold was. You gulped, bitting the inside of your cheek and finally decided to make the decision to turn around and face whatever the hell cornered you. 

You gasped. A strong, clawed grip clutched onto your waist. You were almost sure you were about to have your insides ripped, you were about to be disemboweled. But whatever gripped your waist, tossed you forward, leaving you tripping over your own feet in a state of pure confusion. You almost couldn’t move, the heat and smoke no longer became much of a concern. Not as much as a bother as compared to the growl and then the nudge you felt on your back. 

“Go!” The creature spoke. That’s right, it spoke. 

You shook your head and for some reason, did exactly what it had asked you to do. Perhaps it was because your mind was lost and seeking new leadership to put you back on track. Or perhaps it was because of the clasp the thing held onto your arm, forcing you forward with it. You couldn’t process what was happening, except follow the lead. 

You tripped over your feet once again, your head still spinning. But you followed whatever it was that was leading you. It’s growls and powerful latch on your arm we’re now one of the few things clouding your mind. You simply followed and complied. 

In a moments notice, your body hit cold. Cold air. Fresh, cold air. Your body had hit a cold surface as well. The strong and sudden sensations were enough to wake you up from your trance. 

“…What?…” That was the only word you could let out, the only four letters you could even think of.

Soon, you felt pain. Pain from holding the cold, hard, slated ground. The contrast of cool air hitting your heated face and body sent your kind into a twirl. Much to your surprise, you felt something let go of you, but you didn’t even realize it’s hand supporting your back, or even it’s oh-so audible heavy breathing. 

Your eyes turned to face what was now the sky. A dark, but shimmering night sky. Blacks and blues, and the speckles of glowing white stars now filled your vision. 

That’s right. You were outside now. 

You almost fell backwards at the sudden movements of the strange looking thing next to you. It’s hand finally let go of your back, the new creature itself quickly regaining balance, dusting off the dirt and grim that caked on. It growled, a growl filled with disgust and disdain as it looked on at the warehouse, how fully engulfed in flames. 

But you? You could only watch your alien hero. You were to busy enjoying the fresh feelings of coolness on your wounded and burnt skin. In only a second, you were instantly flung up from deathly position on the ground and on to your feet. 

“Who are you?…” You finally decided to ask, still trying to regain composure after all of that mess and chaos that had just happened. 

You couldn’t tell if it was look straight at you or perhaps eyeing something else. The mask it had on blocked what could you see if it’s face. Facial expressions, eyes, everything. Except those strange black dread looking things that exuded from it’s head. 

“…Wolf.” That was all that… Wolf… said, in it’s deep and scratchy voice. It had a name? Well, what you presumed to be it’s name echoed through your head. You almost audibly repeated it. 

But the silence was broken, broken by the sounds of sirens and beaming red and blue lights off in the distance. They were closing in on the scene. The sounds had caught you both off guard. Wolf quickly turned his head, his black dread like things almost hitting you in the face. You as well looked forward, eyeing the sirens and letting the sirens drown out all other sounds. 

Wolf turned to you in an instant, you matching his energy. You both eyed each other, possibly the same thoughts running through your head. You both knew what was to happen now. Wolf nodded, you nodded in return. It was time to run. 

You were still shaken up after all that had happened, but at least you had Wolf now. 

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• So already the concept of a human struggling with medical issues and mental disorders and the like is a very interesting topic for yautja. I think the fact that humans can have battles derived from their own body and mentality is a largely untouched topic and yautja society. Your yautja will definitely ask for information and will want to be educated on the subject matter. After all, the more knowledge the better. 
• He’ll be sure to keep a watch on you. He’ll help you through daily struggles and the like, making sure you don’t end up acquiring any injuries. Though he cannot be with you all the time, when he does come back from a hunting trip or from scouting around the area he’ll look over you and ask you what you did today. He may seem rather overbearing, to be honest, but trust me, he’s doing it from the good of his heart. He just doesn’t want his mate to gain an injury, at least not one from a battle or hunting trip. 
• Though in the real world, having CIP can be rather dangerous as you’ll often acquire more injuries than the average person and telling something dangerous apart from something safe can be a bit of a challenge. But to your mate? Honestly, I think he’d see it as a strength. The fact you cannot feel pain, in his mind, makes you a powerful force to be reckoned with. If you already know how to fight and hunt, while he’ll be sure to keep a close eye on you, he’d also love to take you on his trips. You can battle and fight till the end. Why? Because you can’t feel pain. Like the terminator. 
• Now, you may not be able to feel pain, but you can tell the difference between things such as hot and cold, sharp or dull. So your mate will teach you how to tell by the sensations you feel that these things can be dangerous. How strong the sensation may be to how weak it can be, you can expect him to reach you these things and help you go on with your life without having to worry a about constantly injuring yourself.
• Just as I said about sensations, those are the things you can feel and can process. And I think your mate will take advantage of that. But more so in the sense that he’ll let you rub your hands all along his mandibles and teeth, to the ridges on his head and the dreads that decorate them. Your yautja has a lot of things on him that could potentially harm you, so he can help you learn how to tell when a sensation becomes dangerous by using his own body. Which in turn, can form a stronger bond between the two of you, and hell, maybe even a little bit of sensual touching can turn into something more. 

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Anonymous said:

Imagine: Reader is at her mates clan at Yautja Prime and draws the attention of the young pups. One day, a pup challenges them to a play fight and Reader dramatically loses and gives one of their many braided bracelets to the pup as an award for beating them. The pup brags to the others about his great triumph and shows off their "trophy, making the others jealous and slowly, one-by-one, Reader is challenged by the pups, pretend loses, and gives each a bracelet until a little group of them starts looking for Reader and Readers runs (yes, runs, because those pups are absolutely ruthless and hides, coincidentally where their mate currently was and their mate blinks in confusion while Reader hides but sees a little group of pups come in soon after and ask where Reader is. Their mate thankfully catches on and tells the pups their not there and to go back to their mothers, which they do with disappointment. Reader comes out of hiding and glares at their laughing mate (a couple of the other adults were laughing as well) and tells their mate how their situation occurred and their mate continues to laugh.

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• Your yautja’s first reaction to you sharing the knowledge of your craft with them is that of pure star-struck and wanderlust. Humans with magic… what a concept in the eyes of a yautja! Chances are they’ve never heard of anything like it before hand, at least on planet earth. 
• There are all kinds of witches and practices you’d explain to them, and I can assure your your alien companion will make an effort to at least learn about your practice. How do you use and control magic? Are there others like you? Can you speak to the gods and ancestors?
• The look on your yautja’s eyes when they see you perform a spell or do some tarot/oracle readings… Absolute astonishment. Sure, the yautja have their own set of beliefs and mythology, but human witches and beliefs are something they are not very well versed in. So expect a very curious yautja.
• Shamans and spiritual leaders, I headcanon, are a thing on Yautja Prime. I think your yautja might be interested in taking you to meet their spiritual leaders. Have you ever seen Avatar? Yeah, I imagine something like that. 
• They might be interested in seeing if you yourself can connect with their gods and ancestors. If you can speak to and ask for guidance from spiritual beings on planet earth, perhaps you can do the same on prime planet?
• Now, religion and craft are similar but aren’t exactly the same, so seeing a human (of all creatures) with the ability to guess future actions (intuition) and the world working under your fingertips would almost terrify some yautja…. Can you, uh, bless them with good hunts and battles? Sure, Cetanu is already a thing, but double the power means double the win and honor. 
• Incense, candles, and smudge sticks… my oh my! What a concoction of smells and… uses? Dragons blood incense… you mean, you humans have giant fire breathing lizards here on earth? And their blood is used for your craft? You’d have to explain to them that no, there are no dragons on earth, lol. No, yautja, we do not use their blood for our craft.
• Good luck getting them to keep their hands to themselves. Practically impossible when there’s so many shiny things and aromas and books of craft. Can I eat this? Why does it smell so strong, ‘ooman? Damn aliens just can’t keep their hands to themselves, and hopefully they won’t touch your altar… 
• Your yautja might first meet your familiar thinking it was a snack for them or something like that. No, you cannot eat my cat, you’d have to explain to them. Queue the hissing fights between your earth cat and your alien cat.