#slasher short
Ya’Skur x Reader
Warning: SMUT, Minors DO NOT interract.
Summary:Somehow, you were always at the wrong place at the wrong time. And what seemed to be your demise, turned into your future.
A/N:Once again, this is a Yautja I made up, hope you like it, enjoy.
A Yautja was a different kind of being.
Although that was rather obvious just by the fact that they were literal aliens, you did notice similarities between them and humans. Sometimes they were small little things that you noticed and other times they were very obvious.
You, a humble little human, who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
You got captured by a Yautja when you accidentally walked right into their fighting grounds.
They took you to their planet as a hostage in a cage, they of course didn’t see you as a worthy opponent, but they did enjoy the fact that you ran away often and they had to chase you back to their home.
You were terrified, you didn’t know what to do. It was about the third time when you ran away and they brought you back that you realized just how bad this truly was.
You thought they might kill you if you don’t have any purpose.
So, running and then having them bring you back was one way of keeping yourself alive. But what kind of a life this truly was?
You lived in a cage. You ate whatever they gave you and all you could do is watch them, trying to understand them.
One day you saw them starting to prepare something. Like someone important was coming. They even washed you and gave you some form of clothing, but you remained in your cage.
And sure enough, someone important arrived. In a huge fancy ship, wearing bones and a different armour. They were bowing to him.
They respected him. You assumed he was some form of a leader. And then it all clicked.
They will give you to him. You could already see him wearing your spine as a belt after he killed you. You sat back in your cage and just watched.
They all ate and after, it was your time to shine. They tied your hands and brought you to the leader. They made you kneel in front of him as they talked. Then he leaned forward, taking a good look at you, your eyes met his but you knew better that to stare.
You were taken away that day, he took you with him. But you weren’t surprised. What surprised you is instead of killing or putting you in a cage, he just locked you into his home. A huge structure with a garden. The entire house was filled with different bones, some you recognized but most, you didn’t. He had servants, not many, and you barely saw them, but he did. And he spent a lot of time with you.
He made you wear a collar, it was made out of bones and leather.
He basically put a leash on you whenever he felt like it, he took you on walks like you were his dog.
And you were, to a certain extent.
Then, as time passed, the leash disappeared. But your collar of bones remained.
You could go with him outside his property, watched the others as they lived their lives. And that is how you began to see the similarities.
The women and children had very similar roles as humans back in the ancient times. They were respected, yes. Men were the hunters, collectors and providers. Everyone had their own role. Every one of them without a doubt.
Some went hunting for food, some went hunting for fun, some remained with the clan to keep them safe, some trained the others. It was like a perfect society.
You felt truly privileged to see all this. They were incredibly smart and advanced, but their core values were the same to humans.
They respected their families and did everything in their power to keep them safe.
You even saw their courting techniques. Instead of flowers and dates, males proved their worth in combat.
Their children were loved by their parents. You assumed men wouldn’t even care, but they sure did. They cherished their little ones.
One day, you were sitting in the gardens, enjoying the sun on your skin when you saw him get closer, you remember his name is Ya’skur. He come over and placed a small skull in your hands, a skull similar to a cat’s.
You smiled. “Next time, keep the kitten alive. Why are you giving me this?” you asked as you saw him getting closer and sitting down next to you.
Then you realized, he was courting.
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Sadly no one wrote a book titled “What to do When a Yautja is Courting You” so you were on your own.
You were so unsure but Ya’skur was a true leader and he wasn’t afraid to lead you as well. He made you lose the collar, but you still kept it in your room. Also, you were given a proper and big room, which you were surprised to see, was actually his.
Yautja were similar to humans.
Ya’skur was similar to a human male.
He was possessive, protective and horny.
All he needed is your permission and he made sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. Even if you were rather scared when you realized for the first time that he wanted to have sex with you, you would be lying if you said that there wasn’t something about the way it also intrigued you.
Yautja were similar to humans.
Ya’skur was similar to a human male, even his anatomy. He didn’t have balls like a man does, but he does have a dick. A long, thick cock that made you wet even just by the sight of it. You tried to remind yourself that this was a literal alien species, he could easily kill you with one movement, but your mind wasn’t focusing on those facts.
Your mind was filled with the pleasure he gave you. He did claw you a couple times, leaving cuts and bruises, but you knew that just like you, he also needed to learn.
And learning you both did.
You learned that he was so dominant, he didn’t even give you the chance not even once to be on top. You learned that he was in the mood any time and anywhere. You learned that he was not afraid from others seeing him, but he never let anyone see you. Shielding and protecting you was his priority.
And you weren’t sure why. Was it love? Could they fall in love? And more importantly, were you in love? Or were you just doing it to keep yourself alive?
He also learned, he learned that you were very sensitive and easy to break. One time he wanted to know where your limit is and he was shocked to see how fragile you were compared to him. But he learned and he knows what he is allowed to do.
You were his female. You slept in the same bed as him, you always laid your head on his chest, listening to his weird heart beat, that somehow overtime calmed you more and more.
One day, you were around in the gardens, at your usual place while Ya’skur was out hunting on a different planet.
You then heard a noise behind you in the bushes.
Then the noise turned into a small clicking noise, just like Ya’skur was doing every time he spoke. And soon enough, you found a little one, crying in the bushes, he was covered by leaves, left there to die. You looked around to see if maybe this was all a trap, but no one was there.
You dusted him off and you soon noticed why he was left out there in the wild. He was missing his two top mendibles. You assumed his parents didn’t like that he was born deformed so they left him to die.
His cries clenched your heart. Poor little guy.
“It’s okay.” You said as you pulled him close to your chest and walked back to your home. “Let’s get you something to eat.”
Thankfully you had a female in the house who usually looked after the food so she showed you what to feed the little one.
You often watched as he slept. You thought Yautja didn’t throw away their children. They weren’t like Spartans, they were a very accepting species who gave a chance to every member no matter how small or big they were.
Sure, Aidi might have had parents who thought differently. But no one ever looked for him. After finding him, you went out every day to the same spot to see if his parents would come, but no one came or looked for him.
A week passed, and you weren’t sure still why you wanted to keep him so badly. The female in the kitchen did help you a lot, even helped you pick a name.
Aidi. You decided, and hoped it didn’t mean something wrong.
Aidi adored you, like any baby would their mother. He liked to grab your clothes and not let go for hours, making you carry him with you wherever you went. You assumed this could be because he was alone in the woods, who knows how long.
But you swore to keep him safe and raise him as your own, even if Ya’skur wouldn’t like the idea. But you needed to wait and see once he was home.
Aidi and you bonded every day. To the point where you didn’t even put him down for a second. He was a very clingy baby. He liked to sleep on your chest. He liked whenever you fed him and lulled him to sleep after. He was clingy but quiet.
You liked to have him in the same bed with you. Made you less lonely while Ya’skur was out hunting who knows what.
Once again, you were sleeping in your comfortable fur bed with Aidi by your side, his little clawed hand holding yours when you heard a noise. The familiar footsteps soon reached the bedroom but you didn’t move, you knew who it was the unmistakable noise of bones on his body making a noise as he moved, you didn’t need to open your eyes to see him.
All you did was move your son closer to you so the adult Yautja could lay down, but he didn’t he seemed to have stopped as he reached the bed.
He knew you were not able to get pregnant from him. He knew that. But then why did you have a little one in your bed?
You opened your eyes to see him standing there, you moved to grab him, you were too tired, and you pulled him.
“Sleep.” You simply said. And he recognized that word before. But instead of moving he pointed at the baby. “I found him.” You simply said, a little more awake now. “I decided to keep him.”
You could tell that Ya’skur was not sure as he hesitated for a moment. You feared he would reject Aidi and you would have to leave him.
“Please.” You said as a last attempt and you didn’t know why you were begging. To have him accept your decision or not to hurt the little one?
Both.
In the end, he laid down with you, grabbing Aidi from your hands as he placed him on his other side while he pulled you close as well.
At that moment, you knew he accepted him, or at least he will try to. So, you pulled your blanket furs up and fell right back to sleep.
Excited for a future with your son and husband. You found a family in the most unexpected place.
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Hannibal Lecter x Reader
Requested by: @sourdrop
Request:Good morning/evening :) Could I request a Hannibal x reader fic where she is helping him make dinner one night & Hannibal confesses his feelings to her & reader is confused/ kinda shocked because no one has ever expressed any romantic interest in her before & also she’s had a huge crush on him for awhile & then maybe it ends with a sweet kiss tysm
Having dinner at Hannibal’s was something you worked into your daily routine.
It started off with him inviting you to an event of his, then he asked you to come over more and more frequently.
Monthly, weekly and soon almost it turned into a daily thing.
If it wasn’t for your workplace and responsibilities, you probably would have been over every day.
And just as those dinners grew closer, so did you to Dr Lecter.
He was charming, there was no denying that. Even a blind person could see that he was a work of art.
But you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.
Every time you met someone new, you hoped, they would have some feelings for you. You desperately wanted someone to have as a partner and not just as a friend.
You had enough friends.
But, men worked differently.
They never wanted you, they never saw you more than just a friend or colleague. You were always alone, and each time a little piece in you died.
The piece that craved intimacy. Someone to share time with, someone to go home to and cuddle with.
Maybe that’s why you liked going over to Hannibal’s place.
You made yourself believe that it might be true, that this time might be different, that you finallyfound someone that wants to spend time with you, more than just a friend.
And each and every time you had to remind yourself not to let yourself believe these tales.
In your lifetime it never happened before, ever, so, why would this be any different?
And as time passed, you slowly started to see how silly you were. Each night when you left to go home, you laughed as your hope slithered away.
You smiled as you got into your car and you had to remind yourself that he saw you nothing more than a friend.
And so, you stopped having expectations. You stopped getting your hopes up.
“I was thinking, we should go and see a play, if you’d like.” Hannibal said as he put the dessert in front of you.
Another day, another dinner.
“Oh, I do you know you like opera?”
“I was thinking more of a… romantic play. I hoped you would come with me as a date.” he said with a small smile and you couldn’t help but stare.
Did you hear him correctly?
“A date?” you asked, placing your spoon down.
“Yes, call me bold but I think our chemistry is fantastic and I would like to take you out on a date.” you looked at him, waiting for someone to jump out from behind you, trying to find the hidden camera.
“Are-Are you joking?” you asked with a low voice.
“No, of course not. I would never play such cruel games with you.” he immediately said. “Is it that awful to think I would have such interests in you?”
“Wh-No… Hannibal, no I-I don’t know what to say. I was never…Men usually well, rather often actually, have no interest in me.
“Nonsense.” he chuckled. “They are blind not to see your beauty and intellect. Or possibly they were all blinded by your beauty too afraid to voice it.”
That made you laugh a little.
“I doubt that.”
“No doubt on my end. So, date?”
You smiled at him as he did at you.
“Okay, yes. I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Wonderful, I’ll make sure that you will enjoy yourself. I will make you forget about al those silly little boys who were too afraid to even look at a stunning woman like you.”
You were sure he will.
Hannibal was a man of his words, you noticed that the moment you met him.
You were all giggly and happy for the upcoming days, waiting for your date, you even bought a new dress.
This was different. This date was very different, you knew that.
And just as he promised and eight in the evening, he appeared wearing a gorgeous suit, with flowers in his hands to whoo you.
He went all out and you couldn’t be happier for his confession.
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Michael Myers x Reader
Summary: What if Michael wasn’t in his sister’s room to stare at his own reflection?
Other’s could only speculate, make up scenarios and even if they didn’t make any sense, they tried to somehow fit it into their own narrative.
Michael was a legend in the community, every Halloween, people gathered to talk about their encounters with him.
You just sat among them, listening and softly laughing at how pathetic they all were.
They didn’t know anything about him.
Nothing.
But they spoke as if they did. Trying to empower one another to help and move on. How silly.
They spoke a big game, trying to make it seem like they had any chance against Michael if it came down to it.
They had no idea what he was capable of. They spoke as if they knew, but they had no clue at all.
And their latest theories included why Michael liked to stand in that specific window so much.
Someone said to look at the people he was going to kill.
Someone said he was thinking or planning.
Then another said he was looking at himself in the reflection, seeing pure evil.
But none were correct. No one knew the truth.
At that time, not even you.
He was there to look at the girl living across the street. From his sister’s room he could clearly see her every day.
Sitting in her room reading, brushing her hair or listening to music and dancing to it.
Michael watched her, she was the only person who was kind to her, she was the one to help him up when others bullied him in school.
He was too young at the time to understand what that meant. You were too young at the time to know better. He was your only friend, even if he barely spoke.
Even now, he had no clue.
But every time he was able to go home, he looked at the house across the street, trying, hoping to see her pop up in the window, but she never did.
But you never did.
After your abusive father finally managed to make your mother leave, he had no one to hit anymore but you.
One Halloween, you head about Michael’s escape, you sat in your window, trying to even just see a glimpse of him.
But your father arrived earlier.
He started trashing up the place and yelling as he usually did. You locked yourself in your room, but he broke the door down.
You assumed Michael saw you from the window. Because after a couple minutes of struggling, yyour father was on the floor chocking on his own blood.
So, how could you ever hate Michael when he saved you? He did what no one else could, he got rid of your father.
He saved you and you loved him for that.
Someone started yelling that Michael was outside in their car, everyone started grabbing weapons.
How cute you thought as you finished your drink.
They have no chance against Michael.
You knew he would go home. So, while they chased whatever was in that car, you headed back home. You knew that a gay couple was now living in Michael’s old house, so, you expected him to deal with them first.
And while the people in town chased a ghost, you knew better.
And sure enough, there he was standing at the window, looking right at you. You gave him a small smile and just stood there.
Then you heard the engines, the cars and the people as they all arrived to kill him.
Fools.
You watched as he killed them all, one by one.
And you were happy, happy to see him free. Happy that he was finally with you. And once he was done with all of them, you just waited and he came, he stood right by your side, where he belonged.
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Brahms Heelsire x Reader
Summary:Starting a new life as a nanny was not easy. Moving to another country, running from your past, you certainly wasn’t expecting to look after a doll. But how challenging could it truly be?
You were happily chopping up some vegetables for the soup you were making when Malcolm entered the kitchen.
“Good morning, Y/N…Brahms.” He said with his usual cheery voice. You smiled.
“Good morning Malcolm.”
“I brought everything and the things you asked for. It’s your birthday?”
“Thank you.” You whipped your hands dry and turned to look at him. “Not today, but yes, it will be so I plan on baking a cake for us.”
“Oh great I love cakes!” you smiled but inside you didn’t.
“Do you want to go somewhere? For your birthday? We could go dancing or something.” He offered as he put all the groceries away.
“I don’t know.” You said as you looked at Brahms before looking back at him.
Malcolm was able to read the room, so he decided not to ask again.
Soon, Malcolm left and you were about to finish your soup, feed yourself and Brahms before you headed to the living room to let Brahms listen to music while you read a book.
You soon looked up at the clock. It was time for bed.
You grabbed Brahms and turned the music down.
“Let’s go to bed, I have a special story for you today.”
After telling a story your mother used to tell you, you kissed him before standing up and turning a couple lights off.
You then turned to him, looking at his porcelain face and empty glass eyes.
“I’ll never leave you, Brahms, I will not go with Malcolm or anyone else, they will have to drag me out of here and I’d still crawl back. I love you. Good night.” You said before leaving to take a nice warm bath and you headed off to bed.
You ignored yet another call from your friend before falling asleep. You just thought about how special Brahms truly was. A very special boy.
Every day went by the same usual way. You did your daily routine, getting Brahms breakfast, checking the mouse traps, you headed to the garden to have some tea with Brahms.
You baked your birthday cake, making sure to leave some for Brahms as well. You happily blew out your handles.
Then, a very bad storm arrived later that night. Wind and thunder scared even you a little.
So, after pulling Brahms to bed, you went to your room, but you couldn’t sleep.
The thunder kept you awake, so you decided to head back to Brahms’ room.
“I can’t sleep. Can we sleep together?” you asked as you got into the bed next to him and pulled him to your chest.
You fell asleep instantly.
The next day started as every single usual one, you started off with breakfast then you moved onto the garden you had to clean up the leaves from last night.
Later that evening as you entered the living room, you stopped in your tracks immediately as you saw none other than your abusive ex standing there.
“Jake what are you doing here? How did you find me?” the only thing that kept you calm was Brahms in your arms.
“Your little friend.”
“Emma…”
“Yes, she told me. So, I’m here to bring you back.”
Malcolm entered the room. They started to fight and all you could do was stand there and watch.
You didn’t want to intervene in their fight and from previous experiences you know better than two do anything.
Jake started to yell and throw things around, finally, he got so angry he got close to you and snatched Brahms out of your hands. your ears were ringing so you didn’t know what happened exactly but the one thing you did remember is when he smashed the dolls head against a table smashing it into millions of tiny pieces.
You watched with wide eyes, looking at Jake before the walls began to shriek.
The mirror shattered and you could make a figure out in the darkness.
“Brahms?” you softly asked as the man in the wall stepped out. He immediately attacked Jake, and you just stood there. Not moving an inch as you watched Jake getting his neck sliced.
When he was done, he stood up looking at you.
Now it all made sense.
The cold feeling of someone watching you, the feeling of someone standing right behind you or beside your bed as you were sleeping.
Now it all made sense. The rules, the loud music, the traps, the disappearance of your dress.
You looked at Jake then back up at the tall man in front of you.
“Y/N?” a child-like voice said and it took you some time to realize it was the giant of a man in front of you talking. He stepped closer to you.
He was supposed to smell gross, it would have made it easier for you to hate him for all this creepy stuff.
But he smelled like wood. It was comforting in a way.
He did what no one else could. Not the police or your friends, he killed the man who caused you so much pain.
“It-It’s time for bed Brahms.” you ended up saying. Your mind blank. “We will clean this up tomorrow.” you said pointing at Jake before you grabbed his hand and guided him up to his bedroom. Your mind was completely blank.
This man lived in the walls. watching you everything you did. Who knows what else he was doing.
And there you were, reading him a night story, kissing his porcelain mask before trying to leave.
But he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bed with him, making you lay down as he cuddled to your chest.
You wanted to scream, cry or just do something.
But you didn’t.
You just laid there, looking at the ceiling as you listened to Brahms’ breathing.
You figured you’d sleep a little. Maybe tomorrow you will figure it out.
Yes, tomorrow, new day, new you with lots of ideas.
—
Well, that didn’t happen.
You woke up early, Brahms still holding onto you tight. Then, you woke him and made breakfast. It was weird to actually see him sit at the table and not the doll. He didn’t eat though. You figured he didn’t want to remove his mask and you didn’t push it.
Instead, you just ate your half.
Now, a lot of things made sense.
“They were never going to come back were they? Your parents I mean. They went crazy in here. And so, they left you. With me.” you said, although you didn’t expect an answer. He did give you a nod.
So, he realized it too.
“Why did you choose me? Your mother said you had quite a few nannies here.”
“Pretty.” is what he said with a child-like voice.
“Thank you. You don’t have to live in the walls. I’d prefer if you showered a bit more often and changed clothes. But this is your house Brahms, so do as you please. Malcolm will come tomorrow, so you better clean up the mess you made last night, I’ll help don’t worry."
You washed the dishes and as you did you looked out the window, at the backyard. You let out a long sigh. You made a mental note to call up Emma and thank her for giving you out to Jake like that. If it wasn’t for Brahms…
How could you be so calm? You lived in a house with a man in the walls watching you. His parents killed themselves to get away from him, but why? He was only a boy. Well, a full-blown man now, but still.
Your mind was racing with ideas, your head hurt as it screamed at you to run, get away, but you couldn’t Every time you looked at Brahms it just didn’t feel right to leave him.
So, you stayed, this was your life now. And instead of a doll, at least you had an actual person, so it felt less lonely, and creepy.
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Ya'jaur x Reader
Words: 2200
Warnings: Smut, predator x human relationship, alien pregnancy. If you don’t like these, please don’t proceed, also minors DO NOT interact!
Summary: Every clan leader Yautja was an extremely powerful one. They had to lead the clan, show the way to grow and rule. Some used that power and respect to do horrible things, others never broke the code.
A/N: The above picture is NOT mine! Full credit goes to the owner, it just inspired me to write and create Ya'jaur as a character!
Ya'jaur was a great leader, he brought in new traditions during his long life. Even long before you knew about them, he had already been a leader.
And just as other yautja, he kept trophies. Skulls of their enemies. But Ya'jaur was different, he kept a trophy no other yautja ever, he kept you.
He kept you alive, at the time you thought it was to punish you, took you years to realize why he kept you.
Ya'jaur was big, scary, spikey and rough. Every time he was in the same room as you, you could swear he could kill you in a simple motion if he wanted to.
But he never did.
During your first week, or what you assumed to be a week, you tried to escape, run and leave, but you were never able to. It always ended up with him dragging you back to his home. Often with minor injuries due to the traps around the clan’s home.
And once you realized there was no use in running, you just wanted him to kill you. Finish your suffering and just kill you. But no matter how much you tried, how angry you made him, he never once hurt you.
What he usually did when he wanted to teach you a lesson, you wouldn’t see him for days. Well, days on that planet were confusing. But you didn’t see him for longer periods of time. And again, at that time you didn’t even know that was a form of punishment.
The first thing you realized, finally something you understood was when three of them came in, made you wear this crazy leather and bone necklace-like thing and brought you outside.
As you looked around, you quickly realized what this was. It was a wedding.
All members of the clan gathered, everyone just looking at you and Ya'jaur.
You didn’t understand their language, but the signs were clean.
You were about to get married to Ya'jaur.
But you knew better than to run. So, all you did was stand there and behaved. You wondered what this meant. Why did he marry you, did he choose you? You wondered if now you had some kind of authority, wouldn’t they be angry that a primitive being like you is the one chosen by their leader?
And why did everyone look so happy? Well, as happy as their mandibles and face structures allowed.
By the end of the day, you were the clan leader’s wife.
—
Years passed.
But you never aged.
You weren’t sure if it was the climate or the food they gave you.
But you just stopped ageing.
Your husband, mate Ya'jaur and you lived what you assumed a normal yautja life.
You slowly learned a couple of words, you knew his name, you knew that he understood you a little as well.
And he was no longer rough.
Ya'jaur took good care of you. Always make sure you were comfortable before he did anything. Let that be sleeping in the same bed, eating or even sex.
Sex for them was almost the same. He dominated you every time, never allowing you to take the lead. But he knew your limits. He knew how to push your boundaries and please you. It made you think if he had done some research or not.
After the many years you spent with the yautja, you learned a lot about their culture. And you knew you never wanted to go back to Earth. You were happy there.
With your mate, Ya'jaur.
You were the clan leader’s wife, which meant almost nothing. You were there just to be pretty and put on the leather-bone collars or dresses they made for you. It was their way of showing their loyalty, giving the leader’s mate gifts and seeing her wear them filled the yautja with great pride.
Took you a long time but you realized just how much you cared for them.
But most importantly you cared for Ya'jaur. Every time he left for a hunt, he would come to you, say his goodbye and you knew it meant he might not come back. But he always did. Every single time.
Yes, there were times when he came back with injuries, minor or major, you were always by his side.
Over the years, you learned to love this creature. Even if you couldn’t give him an heir, you two cared deeply for each other.
One day, you sat around the fire with everyone, they were chatting, you assumed sharing stories of their hunts, you understood words like, prey, run and hide.
You watched as the young ones played around behind them.
Then a female came over to you, you forgot her name but you have seen her. Her belly was huge, you knew she was about to give birth, and she did. She came over and handed you his youngest one.
This was almost like a ritual to them. They needed your approval to accept the newest addition. You, unfortunately, made the mistake of not understanding it before and you lost a little one. You never forgive yourself for that.
So, when she handed you her little one, you took the chance and watched it. Small mandibles, at least the younger versions didn’t look as angry as the grow-ups, they were cute if you were honest. It started reaching out to you, you smiled and nodded at her. Giving your approval for a strong new member. She nodded and took her child back.
These interactions were normal. But lately, they made you realize what you cannot have or give.
You didn’t know that Ya'jaur watched you closely during this interaction.
Every night you slept by his side. He liked to keep you close. You knew in his eyes you were a weak human, but there was something about the way he held you.
It made you feel a kind of safety you knew no one could ever provide for you. You started running your hands, up and down his side, finding his scars. From many, you healed him or rather helped him heal.
Ya'jaur healed very quickly, his species did too.
After the event at the fire, everyone headed back to their homes. You did too, following your mate as he walked in front of you.
You looked up at the sky, seeing the other planets and the four moons.
How can you call this place home?
Easy, because he was here.
Once you were back, you took a quick bath before joining him in bed, he was laying there, looking at the ceiling, as if he was in deep thought. You knew him by now, even if you didn’t understand what he was saying, you knew his behaviour.
“Something’s troubling you.” You said. He moved his head, looking at you, eyes boring into you. You undid your robe, opening it to reveal your naked body. “Do you want to?” you asked and he moved, but instead of pulling you to the bed as he usually did, he closed your robe back up and laid back on the bed, pulling you to his chest to sleep.
This never happened before. He was always down for a good time. Something must trouble him very badly. You wanted to help, but you didn’t understand him, all you could do was let him hold you.
The next day, your mate took you to the healer yautja. You have seen him before when you got sick. They talked for a long amount of time, you didn’t understand a single word. They both kept on looking at you and talking more.
Then Ya'jaur looked at you, and he looked, hopeful? Happy? For someone who cannot express themselves much, his eyes were a dead giveaway.
“What?” you asked but then the healer came back with a syringe in hand. “Umm.” You pulled away. “Why?” you tried to keep your communication to the minimum so Ya'jaur would understand. He then said one word. One that you understood perfectly and the best translation of that word is,
“Baby.”
You looked at him shocked.
“What?” Just as the healer was about to give you the shot, you pulled away. “I don’t want it! Just because I looked at the little one? What is that anyway?”
“Strong. For baby.” He said. Oh.
“Oh.” Then you just let it happen. Ya'jaur hoped to get you strong so he can get you pregnant? So you could carry his child?
You couldn’t say no to that. Even if you had your doubts.
Ya'jaur did not hesitate. Getting right to the point as if it was his mission to get you pregnant.
It was strange because he never behaved like this, he never went to the healer to give you something so you could carry a young one.
You didn’t complain though, you would be a liar if you said you didn’t think about it. Getting pregnant was something you really wanted to, you wanted to be a mother, you were just not sure how.
And now here he was.
Ramming into you like an animal in heat, pounding you to the max, filling you and making sure his seed took.
And it did. Really soon it did.
You were pregnant in a short time. You expected this pregnancy to be a strange one. Carrying something in your womb that was half-alien, might be a danger. Ya'jaur took you to the healers often. And as your belly grew, so did his protectiveness.
He didn’t let anyone close to you, he didn’t leave for hunts.
Which was a bit strange since from what you saw yautja didn’t really behave differently around their pregnant females. Males had different roles during and after pregnancy. Their role was mainly nothing. But there was your mate, caring for you, bathing with you, carrying you, bringing you food that you liked.
You feared giving birth. You didn’t know what might happen. Could a baby half yautja half-human survive? Could you survive?
Often late at night you laid in your bed and just feared these things, even when he joined you, one clawed hand on your belly, other holding you close, not even that helped to ease your mind.
But you should have known better than to believe your mate wouldn’t do something, anything to help you and ease your mind.
What he did was amazing, the day you went into labour, it was as if he knew that was happening. He didn’t leave your side.
And with their advanced medicine, you were in pain, yes, but not nearly as much as you should have.
And you gave birth.
To others, humans, this was a monster, but to you, your son. Who looked just like his father. Your little warrior.
Later that day, you were brought to the baths. You enjoyed the hot springs very much. From what you assumed, this was a place they all brought their new-borns. You smiled as you walked around in the warm water holding your son.
You talked to him, although he was barely even born. The warm water did help a lot with your abdominal pain.
“I love you more than anything. More than anyone I ever have. You mean the world to me. I’d die before I let anyone lay a single finger on you.” He had your eyes as he looked at you, you just noticed, it made you tear up a little. “You know Little One, you’ll need a name. A name worthy of a special little thing like you.”
“Ah'kei” you heard behind you. This is when you noticed your mate joined you in the water. “Name, Ah'kei”
“Ah'kei” you repeated and you actually liked it. “Perfect.”
You felt Ya'jaur move his arms around you as he pulled you close to himself in the water. You were at ease. Complete bliss. Happiness.
How you went from a trophy to a wife and now a mother it was beyond you.
Your memory hid all the horrible things, only remembering the good. You spent a long time here and you plan on staying a lot longer.
You had a family now, a son and your mate. A completely different life.
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Wolf x Reader
Warnings: Mention of Smut
Words: 1580
Summary:You never fit in, not in school, not at work. You were sure something was wrong with you. When you moved to Colorado, you hoped things would change, and to a degree they did, but as you grew up, you were still not fitting in. You didn’t know what to do, until one evening when all hell broke loose.
Every time he arrived home from a hunt he was never sure what to expect.
After all, he forced you to go with him.
You were his. His mate and so, he intended to keep you safe. His clan took you in, but you never felt welcomed. How could you? You were so different after all.
You didn’t know anything about them. You didn’t speak their language, you didn’t know their culture.
But then, how did you get there?
You lived in a small village with your family. You lived a quiet life, you never spoke when you didn’t have to, you tried to avoid people as best as you could.
You never understood why couldn’t they just leave you alone, you didn’t want to go to parties, meetings, dates. You didn’t want to be social. You didn’t want a boyfriend or girlfriend. They always held parties, but you never went, you knew it was all for show, they didn’t like each other, you heard them talking about behind their backs.
You hated them.
Then you heard stories, people starting to disappear or die in brutal and gruesome ways.
The little calm town was shaken. People ran away, hoping to find a place to live peacefully once again.
Then you saw them.
Like parasites. Black things. Multiple of them.
But there was this other thing, it walked on two legs, had armour on and made a clicking sound. It was hunting those things, that was clear.
Then you heard about the bomb they wanted to drop.
But you didn’t run. Why would you? To restart your pathetic life? No, you decided you’ll go out and at least kill one of those things before this whole town is dust.
And you did, you killed two. Two smaller ones but still, two.
They had acidic blood, that you quickly learned when one sprayed a car and the car almost fully dissolve.
Then you arrived at the industrial site in hopes to kill more, but you walked into a scene you shouldn’t have.
It was the hunter and one of those black aliens, but this one was different. It was bigger and somehow it looked like the hunter in a way.
You took a deep breath before you started firing the gun you found by a dead cop.
It was like it didn’t even hurt the huge thing, as it started to attack you but the hunter stopped it from getting you.
The two of you killed the thing before the bobs dropped and he gave you a ride before your inevitable death.
You studied this hunter.
One of his mandibles missing, and his head scared, he looked like someone who has been splashed with acid. You assumed from those creatures.
But instead of taking you to another city, he took you with himself, back to his home.
And you have been living there, for who knows how long.
You quickly learned that the Predator who saved you was going to keep you. At first you thought you will be his pet, or slave. But no, you were surprised whenever he treated you with respect.
He often went on hunts, whenever his machine beeped you knew he would leave.
Whenever he was injured, his spirit never broke.
He only stayed in bed a day before he returned to his usual things like training.
You wished he would have stayed low a bit more. To fully recover, but you suspect his species did heal a lot quicker.
He was so different form you.
And yes, you knew it was a guy or rather a man. He often made you take baths with him. You have seen it.
Now, when someone asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up, the mate of an alien species was not the first thing that came to your mind.
But you weren’t complaining.
He took good care of you. Fed you food you liked, kept you warm at nights and never hurt you.
You never left the comfort of his home. Ever. You knew better than to go out on a planet you didn’t know. You only looked at the others from the place he usually put his ship at.
You never intervened, stayed low and quiet. Only spoke to him but you had your doubts he understood. What he understands was your body language. He read that amazingly. He knew what you needed and when. He knew before you did when you were hungry, tired.
For being such a brutal hunter, he was really kind to you.
He always held you close, he didn’t like when you were further from him, he liked to touch your skin, you assumed because it was so soft compared to his kind.
Strangely, you were never afraid of him, not back on Earth not here. He never gave you a reason to.
Yes, being on an alien planet was scary, but there was something about him something that calmed you, made you feel safe and secure.
Like you were in the warmest, calmest place.
And you loved it.
You loved him.
It took you a long time to realize, at first you were weirded out by it. Thinking how could you love an alien? How? And why?
And soon, your answer to that question became Why not? How could you not?
He was better to you than the entire human race ever.
Not even your own parents made you feel this… loved.
How could you be in love with a being you didn’t even understand?
You understood his behaviour. It took you time, but you learned everything about him. You learned his schedule, what he liked and what he didn’t.
You learned that there were certain Predators he preferred to spend time with. There was one he hid you from. Every time the other male came over, your mate made sure you were in a different room.
He didn’t hide you from others though. You were free to roam.
You learned that although they were smarter than humans, they were also really simple. At least your mate was.
You named him Wolf, since he preferred to be alone and away from the others, a lone wolf.
Your lone wolf.
You also learned how his kind took women by their side. There were couples, if you can call them that, who only had physical relationship and then there were the mates. Couples who stayed together and had offsprings.
You weren’t even sure if your DNA was compatible with his. But you would have gotten pregnant right?
You did have sex with him before.
Many times.
Especially after his hunts.
It was like a price for him. Arriving home with a new head, skulls and other things. He often gave you small gifts, you assumed they were to prove that he was a worthy male.
You always smiled and accepted his gifts, they were usually necklaces made of bones. Bones of who knows what.
But they were a sign of his affection.
Who would think a brutal creature could be affectionate? Well, affectionate in his own way.
You liked his gifts, it always made you realize that it was something he made, not bought.
One late evening you laid in bed. Their seasons were different but you got used to them. What you called winter was only a month or so, but it was usually extremely cold. You have seen a couple of them freeze to death. Thankfully, you had big warm furs to keep you warm and comfortable.
The only thing you were missing was Wolf.
Besides him missing you were completely fine. He went out earlier that day, wearing a big coat, you assumed for meat, since your stack was lacking a bit.
But he was yet to arrive back and you missed him.
Sure, he was often gone for days, weeks even, but the cold made you realize just how much you were relying on him.
You fell asleep and only woke up when you were cold, you noticed the fur moved off of you in your sleep, so you adjusted yourself on the bed and just as you were about to fall asleep again, you heard the familiar noise of a door opening and closing, clicking sounds erupted the place and you slowly sat up to see Wolf entering with meat in his hands, he put those into the cooling machine.
“Welcome back,” you said as you pulled the fur further up on your chest to keep you warm. He only clicked before he took off his armour and joined you in bed.
He pulled you close before the usual comfortable silence took over.
“I missed you.” You told him. You were never fully sure if he understood you or not, sometimes you were confident he did, but other times you were sure he had no clue.
It was strange.
But just as you said that he pulled you closer, you put your head on his chest and your arm over his stomach.
He was a lot bigger than you, during these times you were glad. He was warm, inviting and kind.
You soon fell asleep.
This was your life now, a mate to a yautja.
A/N:I’m only testing the waters with this one. Let me know if you liked it and I’ll post some more, I already have one in the making for Scar.
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Jason Voorhees x Reader
Words: 1600
Warning: Stockholm syndrome
Summary:Your dream vacation turned into a nightmare.
Every time the door opened, a chill ran down your spine. Every time you saw him, your stomach did turns.
He never hurt you, technically he never laid a wrong finger on you. It was his trap that got your foot, and you are still not sure if it was your mind making up scenarios or what was going on, but you clearly remember him just tearing the trap open, with his bare hands. You could recall how the metal sounded as it broke in his hands.
You were certain he was a monster, why else would he wear a mask?
You tried to could the days, but after a time you just couldn’t anymore. The chains around your wrists hurt as they rubbed against your soft skin.
But it was your fault. You couldn’t fault him for everything, you entered his property. Yes, you were only trying to take pictures of the old camp and the lake, but… still. You have been warned, you couldn’t say otherwise.
The old lady you tried to ask for directions were really clear.
“No one should ever go there! Leave that place and that boy alone!”
You assumed she was crazy, but now, now you were the crazy one. Locked in a cabin, chained to the wall, you were sure your mind was slowly dying.
If only he would let you out for a couple hours, minutes even! But you couldn’t ask, the huge machete he always had in his hands was troubling and also your ankle, it didn’t heal to the best. Sure, he tried his best, as far as you could tell, to heal you, but it wasn’t enough. It still hurt, but it did heal a great deal.
That was your only way of telling how much time you spent at the lake.
Then, one stormy evening, he forgot to bring you your dinner. You were really hungry, and cold. You tried to sleep but couldn’t.
During times like this, you tried to solve him, what happened to him, why was he alone, whowas he? Your mind making up all different scenarios/stories for this unknown man.
The old lady much know him, or heard about him since she referred to him as a ‘boy’ and that giant of a man is clearly not a boy.
The best scenario you could come up with was that he was an escaped prisoner, he hid in this camp and set traps for the cops and the people who were trying to find him.
Maybe you should have looked into the history of the place before entering.
Later that very same evening, he ended up coming, he brought the usual food and even a blanket. He was kind, sure he was your kidnapper, but there was kindness in him.
A couple more days passed, or were they weeks? Who knew.
And you gathered your courage to ask him.
So, that morning when he came with your breakfast, before he left you tried.
“Can I go out? You can keep the chains on, I won’t try and flee, not with my ankle anyway but please? I need some fresh air! Just a little, even to the porch would be fine.”
He didn’t even stop, he left.
But he didn’t hurt you. So that was a something. At least it didn’t discourage you from trying again.
And trying you did. Every time he entered the small house, you asked, always with a small voice not to upset him.
He ignored you, for what felt like a week, he ignored you, then he stopped, looked at you before leaving.
You hoped your pleading was working.
And eventually, it did.
One evening he entered the cabin with a pair of cuffs and a chain. But before he did anything he held a knife to your throat, showing you what will happen if you try and run. And you understood. You gave him a nod as he changed the chains and you stood up.
You were walking slow, limping as you walked to the door, there was something so free-ing about this, even with those rusty cuffs around your wrists.
He took you on a walk like a person would with their dog. He let you stop at places and look around. You were looking at the trees, enjoying the wind as you watched the sun go down.
“My name is Y/N.” you said to him, “At least you should know, even if you don’t care.” You didn’t want to bore him with your life’s story, but giving him your name was your choice, even if he held the chains, even if he put the cuffs around your wrists, telling him your name was your choice.
And that little power was enough.
From that day on, you proved it to him that you wouldn’t try anything, so he took you out on walks more an more frequently, sometimes more than once.
And you were grateful.
Then he started to bring you into his cabin, or rather under, into a bunker he had set up. He was an absolute giant as he walked around in the small space.
Then, he kept you in his cabin, his were warmer for some reason, and you had to remind yourself, he was your kidnapper!
But then how could you be so comfortable around him?
He was anything but soft, he was anything but warm. But he was kind, at it looked like that was enough for you.
You two had dinners together, well it was more of you eating and him watching. Then, you started to tell him things, things you liked, places you have been to.
You needed someone you were able to talk to and he was the only person there.
So, you talked to him. Even if he never replied, talking meant getting off your chest, and you did. You walked around the place, but it reminded you more of a storage then a home. Chains, hooks, knives and weapons everywhere, he must really trust you for letting you walk around since you could be able to just get a weapon and hurt him to try and escape.
One evening you heard bells ringing. It immediately alerted him as he stood up, grabbed his machete and was out before you could even ask a single thing.
You assumed it meant someone broke into his property. Was he going to take another hostage?
You heard screams from above. Strangely you were more terrified of these new people then of your captor. At one point you even found yourself being worried about his safety!
You were insane.
As the people screamed, you stayed quiet, until you heard the hatch to the bunker open. You hid in one corner.
Then two people came down, a girl and a guy, the guy broke your chains. Your mind was racing, what was going on?
You couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t even speak but you saw their mouths move.
You never asked for them to save you, they didn’t have to save you! You were perfectly fine! How dare they!
You realized this when they were walking our out of the camp and you saw the broken entrance.
You stopped abruptly.
“What are you doing? We have to keep going or he will kill us!” whisper yelled the guy. But you didn’t move so the girl came over to you.
“Please lets just go before Jason finds us. He already killer our friends! We have to go!” she said.
Then you saw a wire. And you understood the bells from earlier. It was a system to alert him.
When you didn’t move they both grabbed your hands, started pulling you, you managed to kick the bell, hoping he would hear it.
You should be running and you know, away from here, from him, but then why did you want him to save you?
Although your mind screamed at you to run, you didn’t.
“JASON!” you started yelling, and as you did the girl was shocked, both let you go and the guy hit you.
“What are you doing? ARE YOU INSANE?!” he hit you again and you fell.
“JASON HELP!”
You closed your eyes as the guy raised his hand to hit you again. But the slap never came all you heard was a weird noise and her scream, but that was abruptly ended as well.
You opened your eyes and saw him, blood dripping from his machete, he stood above the two corpses.
You started shaking and crying.
“I-I” you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say. “Thank you.” But it came out more as a question.
He turned and looked at you as you stood up.
You rubbed your hands, dusted your clothes off before you turned around and started walking back to the camp. Jason dragged the two bodies as he followed you.
He wondered why were you so different from the others, you didn’t try to run, scream or even say no to him.
And now, you were walking back, willingly to the camp. Jason stopped, as his brain couldn’t comprehend what was going on.
You noticed this as you turned when you noticed he was no longer behind you.
“Are you coming?” you asked pointing at the camp.
After that day, he never put a chain or cuffs on you, ever. He let you roam the camp, even helped you set up a home. You chose to stay in the same cabin above his bunker.
You were happy. He was happy.
Why?
Just why?
Was it because he was the first person who showed you kindness?
Was it because you were finally the first person who was kind to him?
What was this?
Friendship?
Love?
You weren’t sure, he wasn’t sure.
But one thing you were both sure on, this was good. Comfortable, warm and good.
You both could live like this.
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Jason Voorhees x Reader
Summary:Jason finds out that you have a tattoo.
Jason never fully saw it. Ever.
He did see it whenever you moved and your clothes shifted in a way to show the ink off, just a little bit. But never fully.
He always stared at it, trying to figure out what it was exactly and if it meant anything.
Did you just get it because you thought it was cool? Or did it have a deeper meaning?
He longed to know.
He wanted to know everything about you. He loved you.
One particular day, when you decided to do some gardening, planting your new hydrangeas, watering everything, is when you noticed his eyes on you. More particularly on the part where your tattoo was.
“Oh, I guess I never showed this one to you!” you said.
It didn’t matter to him how big or small it was, colour or not, if it had a deep meaning or it was just simply something you liked, he would love it just like he loved you.
You’d often find him just caressing the ink, one time he even tried to wash it off, see if it was real, it made you laugh.
But to Jason, it was another part of you with he absolutely admired.
A/N: I decided to start a new “series” of sorts, where I’d write short stories about 200-300 words per short. I hope you enjoy them!
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