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Something greater

Wolf's job is important, that much you know. You mulled over the way you both met while waiting for him on his ship. Wolf's life as an enforcer was to clean traces, hunt down bad bloods, to clean hives and just whatever preservation job there was to do. He was the first and the last line of defense of his species, of his culture.

You had managed to kill a xenomorph, a serpent. The yautja that was hired to protect the cargo you were transporting marked your face before dying, before pressing the buttons on his wrist gauntlet to call for Wolf, before everything went to shit.

Your whole crew died by the time Wolf arrived, but you had managed to lock yourself in the cockpit. He cleaned the ship within a couple hours while you kept the ship from crashing. 

By the end of everything, you had nowhere to go, the ship had no fuel, plus the fact that just about every friend of yours was dead somewhere in the ship.

"Please, please don't leave me here." You begged, finding that you couldn't produce anymore tears, but your body made up for that by shaking uncontrollably. "Just-, don't leave me alone, please." 

You were sure he was going to do just that. To take his fallen comrades body and leave you there with your own, until he grunted and made a small, small gesture with his hand for you to follow. You didn't hesitate.

When walking into Wolf's ship, your body all but collapsed onto the nearest surface, the fight or flight mode wearing off as some sense of security hit you like a rock. You made sure to stay as quiet and small as possible, not wanting to give Wolf any excuse to leave you behind. 

He asked you questions about the accident during the trip, which you answered in detail. He gave you time when you choked up and guided you away from a panic attack more than once during it.

You didn't expect a drop of sympathy from a hardened enforcer such as Wolf, but it was just what you found. How odd was it that the most humanity you'd ever seen and felt came from an alien? 

Still, Wolf never left your side, even when you reached yautja prime and your nightmarish aftermath had begun.

As for your ship, you didn't want to do anything with it anymore Wolf, not after what happened. Wolf told you it was scrapped and your friends were cremated. Proper burials were made and you were grateful for that. You never imagined yautjas could be so…understanding. Especially Wolf. 

It was almost a trade. You received credits for the scrapped ship, as if Wolf himself had bought it from you. 

Days had passed and you had no idea what to do. You never left Wolf's ship during the stay in Yautja prime, you knew they were being more than generous by allowing your presence here. You also knew this was Wolf's doing directly.

You scratched the healing chiva mark on your cheek when Wolf came to talk to you again. You knew what he was going to say. You had credits, your friends were buried and as much as you didn't have a ship, you had money, all you needed was a ride somewhere, which was just what he offered you.

He had another job which was somewhat close to a space station. You felt anxious. Your stay with him was short, but you feared leaving his side after everything you had been through, call it ptsd or just a human being human, but you felt your chest tighten when you thought about thanking him and saying goodbye. 

The ride there was long but Wolf didn't go into hyperspace, neither did he speed the ship. You hugged your arms to yourself as he hit the autopilot and came to sit by your side. 

"I wanted to...thank you for everything, before we-, well, before we part ways." Your voice is quiet, you fear the way it could break if you spoke louder.

He nods, fingers running through the ridges of his wrist gauntlet. "I would say that you're my friend and I'll see you around but...I don't think that's how it goes between people like us…I don't want to go..." You trail off, feeling your eyes start to sting, he stills.

You don't trust yourself to say anything more, tears threatening to spill. You close your eyes and sigh, opening them again when you feel Wolf's fingers caressing the mark on your cheek, then wiping the tear that falls away. 

"You don't have to."

-

"Treasure."

You jump up a bit, looking back at the door to see Wolf standing there, sleep still evident in his eyes, clutching his side, still sore from the last hive he cleaned a few days ago. "Nightmares again?"

"Hey," You smile as he walks over. You get up and wrap your arms around him, mindful of his side, kissing his bare chest as his fingers closed around the base of your head, gentle and reassuring. "Not this time, not for a long time, thanks to you," he purrs, deep and rumbly. He only purrs like this to you, only with you. 

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Ap hadn't always been good to you, not really. If anything, you had never met someone as foul and disrespectful as him.

Ap hated humans, and most humans, if not all, hated him back. He also had several nicknames for you, "puny human" and "weakling" were just to start.

You had worked together for months, as much as AP nagged and spat about being your babysitter and not your partner. A fragile peace treaty had been set and you were partnered with Ap. You were a human field scientist while he was...an enforcer. 

Naturally, seeing blood and gore became part of your routine. You were to accompany him everywhere, document whatever the mission was and bring back anything that was stolen and/or catalog just about anything. 

A surge of mutated bad bloods had Ap very busy, which meant you were also busy. 

Ap was also mutated, sure, but he told you it was different. Similar, but different. Ap was an honored warrior, his upgrades came from just about any superior being he hunted down. He earned them with his very hands, the bad bloods didn't. 

Overall, it was a somewhat easy job, you stayed behind and only came out when Ap cleared everything, keeping guard while you did your collecting and testing. 

Only that this time, it was a trap.

A surviving bad blood lured you out of your hiding spot with a fake message, which not only got you in a tight spot between his foot and the floor, but also made you sure that if he didn't kill you, Ap himself would.

You felt the blood ooze out of your nose and onto the floor, the pressure on your head making it hard to keep your eyes open. You groaned and tried squirming again, only to have his foot press harder, foreign words hitting your ears in a futile attempt of communication. You had no idea what he was saying, only that it was angry and probably cursing your weak ass.

He stayed like that while watching the door, waiting for Ap to come and find you both. 

Looking back at the past few weeks while being squashed, you had your doubts if Ap would save you. You remembered every curse, jab and taunt he'd made at you and your species. He despised you, you were doomed.

Why would he care for you anyway? Even if he didn't hate the human kind, what would make -you- special? 

You screamed as the bad blood lifted his foot briefly only to slam it down once more. The tears started flowing as your anxiety and panic increased along with the pain in your body.

You cried harder when the door before you opened, smoke briefly clouding your vision, although you knew exactly who was behind it. You gasped as Ap's figure came into view.

You had never seen a more murderous look on his face. His eyes met yours for a second before locking back up with the bad blood's.

You expected a bargain, some taunting, maybe. You didn't expect the ear splitting roar that came out of Ap's chest as he jumped a whole room to tackle the bad blood to the floor.

You screamed and curled up into a ball as the weight on top of you suddenly vanished. You tried bringing your hands to your ears as the crashing and fighting noise was too loud for your ringing ears.

Your arm was definitely broken and all you wanted to do was cry. You closed your eyes and felt your chest rising and falling so fast you thought you'd pass out.

You sobbed as the noise died down. One of them was dead, and depending on the result, so were you. 

You didn't open your eyes nor did you call out. You just waited, small and bleeding on the dirty, wrecked floor.

You felt like a child again, covering yourself with your blanket, the magical shield that would repel any evil that lurked in the darkness of your room. Only that this time there was no shield, only vulnerability.

You let out a short scream when a hand touched your shoulder, eyes snapping open to face your fate.

Your eyes met a familiar face, covered in green blood splatters that weren't his. Ap was catching his breath as he crouched over you, checking you over as gently as he could, clawed fingers running over your skin.

"Your arm is broken." He started, doing a once over he always did after missions, "I will cast it back in the ship. You have a concussion, some lacerations but nothing too deep. You will live." He says, sighs. Relieved.

You stare at him through bloody eyelashes, "I- I thought-" 

He shushes you, the sound coming from the back of his throat in a 'chhk chhk chhk' rather than human shh. He pushes his hands under your form, lifting you up as gently as he could. 

You groan and hiss, clutching your arm close to your chest as he gets up from the floor. You have a look around as he starts walking, catching a glimpse of the headless body in the corner of the room, you frown and lean against Ap's chest again, shuddering when he starts purring for you. You liked the sound.

You let Ap follow the medical procedures he promised you when you reached the ship again. "Reporting can wait." He said, you were grateful for that.

You clean up before he dresses the wounds properly and has to cast your arm. He has you sitting up at the little med bay he had in the ship, pressing the bandages to your cuts, eyes focused on getting the adhesive to stick on your skin rather than his claws. 

You don’t say anything, doing your best not to bother him while he works, despite being tired and spent. You kept thinking back to that moment, when you were pinned down and about to die. You thought he wouldn’t come for you, that when he saw you like that, it’d be the nail on your coffin.

You come back to the present when Ap touches your broken arm. He holds your hand with one hand and stabilizes your forearm with the other, “It should be okay with just a twist and a cast, but you-, are you well? Do you feel faint?” 

You’re confused at first, why is he worried? Then his fingers come up to your face and only then you realize you’re crying. 

Oh.

“I’m sorry, I’m just stressed, I didn’t-, I didn’t think you’d come back for me.” you sniffle, using your good hand to wipe away the tears, catching the way Ap involuntarily squeezes your hand at your confession.

“Why would you think that?”

You don’t really meet his eyes. You almost feel silly but the answer is so obvious to you, you scoff. “You don’t like humans man, besides you talk about this ‘showing your weakness’ thing all the time. That dude had me bloody and dying under his very foot there.” You frown, “The only reason I didn’t die was because he was fucking stupid.”

Ap hears you and shakes his head, “I would have never left you behind.”

You shake your head, a fresh batch of tears threatening to fall. “Why? You have no reason to. If I died, you’d report what happened and you’d get a brand new ‘puny human’ partner the very.Next.Day.”

“I don’t want another partner.” He growls, sighing. He lays your hand back down and cradles your face with both hands, tilting your head up to look at him. You felt his claw tips press into your skin as he looked you dead in the eye. 

“You are the only human I have ever let get this close to me. Hells, the only -being- to get this close to me. I will not let you die nor do I want you to get replaced. You are mine. My human.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the words, Ap lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours. “I wish you had told me this after I snapped your arm back into place.” He sighs, pulling back again.

You laugh, feeling your nerves getting the best of you as he picks up your arm again, “It really wasn’t planned.”

Ap shrugs and says, “It’s been a rough day.” Before twisting your arm back again, you let out a scream before feeling your head getting lighter and your vision blurry, cold sweating before passing out.

You take a deep breath as consciousness finds you again, only this time you weren’t at the med bay anymore. 

The sound of rain was the second thing you registered as you looked out the hatch like window Ap had in his quarters. You blink a few times, feeling strong arms tighten around your middle and a purring sound picks up from behind you.

You smile as you snuggle closer to Ap, feeling the upgraded yautja rest his head on top of yours. “I get why you like this shitty planet.” He scoffs, “It’s just a big waterhole.”

“A peaceful one, at least. My favorite planet.” 

They asked: Can I pretty pleased get big mama, wolf, and ap, with an s/o who's been taken by the government to use as leverage against them?

So these are the reactions I thought up! 

Big Mama; 

Big Mama is an experienced hunter, so she’d definitely have a plan traced down to the smallest details to go get you and make any and everyone suffer greatly for ever breathing in your direction, let alone lay a hand on you. You would know within you that she wouldn’t leave you behind, no matter the circumstances. Big Mama wouldn’t wait for things to get ugly to go get you. Fast and efficient, she’d get in, get you, murder any other humans on sight, get out and then blow up that shithole to bits, politicians, scientiests and anyone else be damned. Prepare for a weeklong of not getting out of her sight. It does take her a while to actually relax again, but even then, she has taken certain precautions, should you ever need to part to do anything. 

With Wolf, you’d be scared. Not because you didn’t trust him but because you knew he would have to put all of this into perspective and then act. Being an Enforcer, and a damn good one at that, it is Wolf’s job to ensure nothing gets leaked to anyone, their technology, their language, habits, facts, nothing, to anyone. So even then you knew he’d be coming for you, but would he still view you as his beloved mate or as a weakling that could have possibly told on his whole species? While he wouldn’t harm or you leave you behind, Wolf would feel on edge for a long while after that. He did blow up the entire facility you had been held captive in, but was that enough? Even being stoic and viewed as unbothered, he’d need constant reminders that you didn’t say anything, that everything was safe with you, you had endured the consequences. He wouldn’t ask this of you, the reminders, the reassurance-, but in order to placate his thoughts, they’d be needed.

With AP it’s pure bloodshed. Satisfying, messy, quick and very very gory rescue. To AP, humans are definitely inferior, maggots even. His human was undoubtedly superior to whatever else human scum walked on earth, so to think humans had the audacity to lay hands on them and hold them hostage against him? A rescue is in process, of course, he would never leave his beloved mate behind, his special thing. However, a bloodbath would also ensue. AP wouldn’t hear any pleas to stop, even if they came from his mate this time. They took what is his, and even if he is taking it back, he’ll teach mankind a lesson;

The info: Skinny twig with next to no curves. Long hair and 5’3” tall. Loves animated shows and movies. Like gravity falls, thunder cats, things like that. Also enjoy comics from america and other countries like japan.

Casual gamer, prefer puzzle based games or games with really good stories. Easily frustrated with games that involve parkour (stupid assassins creed! I didn’t say run up the wall and jump! I said run up the wall and grab!)

Personality: talkative, very very outgoing; like, I can walk up to anyone and start a conversation. But prefer to stay home and just cuddle up in blankets and be held. Love the comfort of being held and cuddled. Have depression, but so long as I’m engaged in something, my mind won’t wander to the sad place...That and meds help too. Love my helpful meds! I’m also always up for learning new things and just hanging out. And am always willing to help where I can, whether it’s work or injuries or just a hug. Loves animals, prefers functional men's clothing, has a high metabolism and loves snacking on sweets and veggies! (Will eat a green bell pepper on command so watch out!)

I match you with Fugitive!

Fugitive loves a bunch of the same stuff you do. He finds himself leaning towards the very same shows and activities you do! The only difference is that Fugitive is into real parkour! 

Your outgoing personality would match well with Fugitive's, who's a mix between introvert and extrovert. Where Fugitive would struggle, you'd take the lead and where he thrives, you'd be able to boost him, which would work quite nicely for you both.

Fugitive is into human culture, or at least seems to know a thing or two. While he doesn't catch a lot at first, once he gets used to our means of communication and what we do for fun, be it gaming, watching a show or reading a comic book, things will only get easier.

While Fugitive has nothing against minutes of peace, knowing you might be in the kitchen downing a bell pepper on your own sure keeps him on his toes, which leads to a lot of hide and seek games around the house. 

Your choice in clothing has him somewhat envious. It does look good. So after a while of him staring and you asking, you'd probably have to buy a piece or two of clothing meant for big, thick boys so he feels at home too. He prefers hoodies the most, the way it bags his dreads makes him laugh, and its so comfortable too.

Fugitive also has a high metabolism, so eating becomes a thing you both bond over pretty quickly. Unless it's about bell peppers, he hates them. The snacking on sweets is just up his alley however. Fugitive would kill for some cookies. 

Fugitive loves knowing your opinion and talking to you in general. The fact you always have something to say or do when things are rough really makes him feel happy and better inside, where he comes from words of kindness and affection aren't just spoken so often, he didn't know that was so important to him until he met you.

Just like you, Fugitive also has a thing for helping. Helping a whole species who didn't really deserve it proved that just right. But when its about you, he goes above and beyond to make sure you're okay. He might not be the best with words, but he's one of the few that wouldn't hesitate to hug you right away if he felt it would make things right again.

Fugitive didn't really have a connection to animals until he saw how you handle them. The sweet words and caresses having his own hand itching to pet whatever animal you had your hands on as well. He came home once holding a very lazy, very fat looking raccoon in his arms once.

Fugitive thinks its funny how someone so small can be so fast in both thought and metabolism, the quick witted comments and remarks about stuff make him laugh.

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