A/n: He was so fine in this movie, my jaw dropped seeing him in the cinema. I'd also like to add, I'm not native American or Indigenous so please take anything I say with a grain of salt.
Taabe x Fem!Reader
LET ME IMPRESS YOU
Synopsis: Taabe's constant life goal, in almost every aspect, is to impress you, his love.
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It wasn't unusual for men to puff out their chests and try to impress the girls they felt something for or their women, it was something even birds did, and Taabe was no exception.
He was an exceptional hunter, he cared more than his words would allow but his actions always said everything you needed to know, his skill set was built on how to provide. Provide for his family and now, provide for you. He is cocky when it comes to what he can do and even some things he can't do. He's a confident carer through and through.
Though, he isn't just prideful about his abilities, he is about yours too. Whether you weave or forage or heal, he is always subtly bragging about you and your abilities. He's proud of you as a whole and the fact that he gets you all to himself. You could be doing nothing at all and he'd be admiring you, he's enamoured, something his sister loves to point out.
Taabe would return from hunts with something specially for you, every time. The bigger or more beautiful the catch, the more excited he was to present it to you. An eagle with gorgeous feathers which he would later pluck and gift to you, and you would turn into jewellery and a hearty dinner. Even that he would fight you on, insisting he would take care of dinner that night, the same line he used every time he'd see you begin cooking. A deer he would carry back himself, no matter how hard the trek was. Doing the gross work like skinning and cleaning, giving his mother and sister the rest of the meat and saving the parts you taught him were most tender for you, bringing the pelts to you after they had cured. He'd never been more proud than to see a pelt he had brought to you, turned into a pair of boots you wore often.
You would carefully take care of his hair, threading your fingers through it, braiding it perfectly. He found it calming and comforting, as if it was somehow moulding your souls together. He would take care of you just the same, taking care your hair, no matter the texture or length, he would learn how to treat it right. He'd watch you with a fixated, loving gaze if you ever helped him with his body paint before hunts or ceremonies.
His need for closeness to you was something that even surprised him when you both officially got together. He certainly wouldn't smother you, he'd let you do your own thing and he was simply there to catch you if you were ever to fail or fall. But, he was definitely always there. When the sun set and nightfall came, he'd crawl into the furs and blankets next to you, surrounding you in his arms. A silent protection even in a time of rest. In those moments, he would whisper things he thought were impossible to express with words, vulnerable and raw when it's only you before him. And when winter came, he would keep you warmer than he kept himself. Thicker robes and bedding. A fire he kept lit, even if it meant waking up periodically during the night. Those nights, he would keep you tucked against his chest, insulating you within his body heat.
His sister, Naru, is the biggest moving obstacle between him and you. It wasn't that she didn't like you, in fact she loved you and acted as if you were her own sister, she just loved annoying her brother at every turn. Sometimes it was completely unintentional, preoccupying your time with questions and advice or asking you to watch her throw her axe, while Taabe tried to capture your attention again. And other times she knew exactly what she was doing, she'd step in and drag you away when he'd be settling down next to you, sit down as you two were talking and making a duo, a trio. You never truly minded Naru's antics, Taabe however, was never happy and would try to end her reign of annoyance as quickly as possible, which would only egg her on more.
He would learn something new for you, even if it "wasn't meant for men". He saw it differently, if it was something you enjoyed or were fascinated by, he saw it as important and a way to understand you better, rather than something to do with gender roles. He also found it a way to impress you, that he was knowledgeable on something you cared about.
He would wear anything you made for him, even if it wasn't something you were particularly proud of, it was made for him from you, he will wear it. Beaded necklaces made from carved and dyed wood, boots made of fur he had brought to you, bracelets and arm cuffs with carved patterns or even animal designs of things he's hunted or plans to hunt one day. His head always held high wearing something made by you. He'd be ecstatic if you made him a new bow or bow string, there's something so warming about getting a practical gift, showing you paid attention to when he would complain about resistance or wear on his current bow. Lifting you off your feet in a hug and spinning you around.
When spring would arrive again, he would take you out away from the tribe and lay on the grass with you between the wild flowers, cloud gazing, talking and sharing stories. And when day faded into night, you would star gaze and he would recall tales of his ancestors. For a few hours, it's just the two of you, as the world melts away, quiet and undisturbed.
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Trigger warning : Abuse, swearing, nsfw, white men
Pain, all you knew was pain, this was the main feeling you had in your life, and it didn't matter if you wanted to stop it, you couldn't, this is a life you were born into. A life of servitude, you were born in the servants quarters of a wealthy hunter, your mother was beaten for even dare having a child when she didn't even own the bed she slept upon, your master was so kind to let you grow up into adulthood, so gracious to let you eat his food.
Despite this, life was still not easy, you often went without food, often beaten for simple mistakes such as spilling water. Despite this your master often talked to his fellow hunter men about how kind he was for letting you grow up under his wing, and considering this, he allowed you to go to America with him on a hunting trip. (I think in 1719 it was called the new world, but I'm not 100% sure, I'm a pastry chef not a historian, don't come for my neck).
And just like that you were shipped away on a large ship, away from everything you've ever known, saying goodbye to the fellow maids who took care of you, and saying goodbye to your mother, who as distraught at the fact her only child was possibly never going to return home.
The first couple weeks were filled with awful waves, sea sickness, and insanity. Those who could not handle the sea were thrown overboard, this was the life of a servant, you were property, not your own person.
Landing in the New World was a sight to behold, trees as thick as a sailors beard, plants you have never seen before, it was all wonderful, but you weren't there to sight see, you were there to carry backs and weapons as you continued your travels deeper into the lands. For weeks your feet ached, walking across the harsh ground with shoes that barely covered the bottom of your feet, often being dehydrated, often fainting from hunger. Your master would have ended you then and there, but he was running low on servants to carry his items, you guys eventually settling in the Great Plains, as the bison were plentiful, and their pelts would turn a pretty penny back home.
You were told to set up the campsite for your master, and that you did, taking the long sticks and forcing them into the ground, setting up the tarp covering, and then his bed, the rest were in trunks, you simply placed them around like furniture. By the time you were done it was night time, your mastered returned, stroking his disgusting beard, he struck you across the face with the back of his hand.
"You putrid thing! You haven't cooked dinner yet have you?", he shouted, stomping over to his bed.
The strike had landed you in the dirt, quickly getting on your knees you looked down at your dirty skirt, not looking up at him, a sign of submission.
"Stupid woman...." he grumbled, taking a sip from the tankard in his hand, the clear smell of ale tainting his breath, the man was clearly drunk.
Suddenly, his eye lit up, and he rose, grabbing you by the collar, and dragged you into the center of the camp, where all the other hunters were cheering, having a grand old time drinking.
"Hey boys!", he shouted, "I have an idea..."
You struggled against the rope tied around your neck, the rough fibers rubbed against your skin, the burning sensation forming from your struggles, tears stinging your eyes as your master tied the other end of the rope to a ram.
The sounds of the sickening laughter coming from these drunk bastards, sending the shiver of fear and dread throughout your body as your master slapped the rams behind, causing it to bleat out in fear and run into the woods. You looked in horror as the slack of the rope began to drag away, like a sickening timer to your doom, soon the rope stiffened in the air, and there you went. Dirt and debris from you trying to grab onto anything with a free hand, as your other hand held on to the rope, trying not to suffocate yourself as the ram kept going, the burns on your neck growing deeper and deeper, you kept screaming out for help, hoping anyone or anything would come to your rescue, it seemed like the ram had infinite stamina, the end was no where in sight.
You soon had a dark thought, and felt your grip on the rope loosening, hoping for a quick death, but as soon as the rope tightened around your neck, the rope snapped, stopping the dragging of your body.
Quickly sitting up, trying to catch your breath, drool falling out of your mouth as you looked at the ground, your eyes red from crying, feeling the uninterrupted courses of air purify your body, you looked at the rope, trying to see why it had snapped. Your eyes grazed over the rope on the forest floor, seeing it go on and on, following the rope to its end you saw a some sort of circular knife, if you could call it that, it was much too large for your hands, and it was very heavy, the metals it was made of wasn't anything you had seen before. Trying to pick it up was in vain, as it was not budging from its spot.
Your fingers grazed over the blades, thinking, while your other hand felt the rope against your neck, leaning down you used the sharp blade to snap the rope from your neck, cutting your neck in the process.
Once the rope was off of your neck, you felt the sensitive red spot that now circled your entire neck, surely to leave an awful scar, a memory of these awful events that have transpired today.
The crack of thunder, and the soft droplets of rain that fell through the leaves snapped you out of your thoughts, as you began to scurry to find shelter, you defiantly did not wish to go back to camp, you'd rather die out here than return to that man.
You walked as far as your sore feet could take you, eventually you looked up to see a cave at the side of a mountain, it looked a bit out of the way, so hopefully no predators would be inside
Climbing the harsh rocks to reach the opening, your hands were sore, your legs were about to give out from under you. The feeling of pouring rain seemed to drag you down, but you pushed through it all, reaching the cave, you found yourself protected from the rain, falling into the cave, as a crack of lightning illuminated the cave, you swore you saw something.
Standing on your unsteady feet, you wandered deeper into the cave, tripping and falling into some sort of pit in the ground, it wasn't deep, it was soft, as if lined with blankets, you felt it with your hands, the feeling of tiredness overtaking you, you laid your head into the soft plush ground, your eyes growing heavy, and you drifted off into sleep.
At the entrance of the cave, a beast who stood on his feet like man, glistening in the rain, as his alien camouflage device was unable to function in the rain, the red ripples of it giving up shown through the rain, eventually turning off as he entered his den.
Taking a large step into the den he called his own on this trip, he sniffed the air, something was present. Using his helmet of bone, he scanned the area, looking down at his nest of furs and pelts, seeing your small sleeping frame, he knelt down, pulling his blade out, the same style of blade that had cut your rope earlier, but all its blades were contained within the small metal circle, the clicks of his mandibles echoed off the walls of the cave, shaking his hand the blades swooshed out, and he raised it up as it to slit your throat, but he stopped.
Returning the blades to its holder, and placed the weapon back to his belt, taking his large finger, he grazed the rope burn that was evident on your neck. Tilting his head while you slept, he stood back up, leaving you in his nest, he sat at the entrance of his cave, waiting for the rain to stop.
As the morning sunlight shined through the fresh dew drops of the last nights rain, the warmth of the sun warmed your skin, as you rose up out of what you thought was a pit, the light now showed to you it was in fact a nest of pelts and furs, and now with the sun illuminating the whole cave, your eyes gazed around.
The cave was decorated in the skulls of many animals, a small fire, and in the corner sat rotting meat, the unfavorable scraps of the animals that had been hunted before. Your eyes continued to wander, they landed on a pile of large weapons, fear began to take over your body once more, thinking you had entered another hunters home you stood up to leave, looking towards the entrance of the cave, you saw it.
It stood over 7 feet tall, it's skin tanned red, speckled with spots, thin strands of its dreads spilled out the back of its head, cascading down its back, it's face covered with some sort of mask, it seemed to be made of bone.
Freezing in your place you stared at it, upon closer inspecting, it wore a loin cloth, you assumed it to be a male whatever it was, and watching the slow breaths from his chest, you assumed him to be asleep.
Slowly you began to creep out of the cave, trying not to wake up the beast, you tip toed through the rocks, safety looking so close, until you heard a low rumble, a low growl.
Turning your head, you saw he had woken up, his mandibles moved, clicking at you, his large face looking down on you.
You took a step back, and he took one towards you, this continued for a bit until you took a bad step, there was no more ground to support your weight, you began to fall back, your arms flailed in the air, you closed your eyes bracing for a pain that never came.
The feeling of a strong arm around your waist replaced the feeling of air rushing past you. Peeking your eyes open, the beasts face was inches from yours, he had caught you with his arm.
A blush formed across your face, as he pulled you back onto stable ground. He moved his arm away, and took a step back, kneeling down so that his eyes were at level with yours.
You stared at him intently, noticing his strong build, his large frame, and his large muscular feet and legs.
"T-thank you....", you stuttered, not taking your eyes off of him.
The sound of clicks continued to sound from him, he rose his hand up, and seemed to touch the side of his mask, you could hear some sort of weird sound come from it, it confused you.
"Y-you are...welcome..." the beast said, turning his head at you.
"You can talk?", you said, shock still in your voice.
He turned his head in the other direction, raising his hand and tapping his helmet with his finger, indicating it was letting him talk to her.
With that same finger, it left his helmet and reached towards your neck, you reeled back in fear. Causing him to stop in shock, and hesitate.
"Do...not worry..."he grumbled, moving his hand some more.
You watched with one eye open, still weary of him, his finger reached closer, and he used it to turn your chin to look back at him, and it slid down your chin to your neck, tracing the rope burn.
"Who....did this....to you...?"
You sighed in dispare.
"My master did....", you whimpered, sadness was showing its way through your face.
"Master....? You...own one...another...?" he asked, taking his hand back, getting closer still kneeling down, using his hands to move over.
"Some...own others...and others like me, are born to serve," you said, bringing your own hands up to your rope burn.
"That...is not right...Why do you...not fight back...?"
"I-I can't fight..."
"I will show you", of course that came out clearly.
With that he stood at his full height, and held his hand out to you. You looked at him, and at his hand, slowly putting your small one into his, A purr came from his chest, as he picked you up onto his back, and then slid down the side of the cliff, as it was nothing to him.
On his back, he began to walk you into the forest, taking you to a clearing and setting you down. He walked out a bit farther than you, pulling a large spear off his back, he twirled it in the air in an intimidating fashion. Holding it straight ahead of him, it extended and sharp blades came out of the ends on both sides.
For the next couple of weeks, he taught you how to use the weapon, teaching you the motions, how to strike, and how to defend yourself. He also showed you how to hunt, how to trap, and how to skin an animal. He told you these are very necessary if you were going to live in the wilderness.
You happily learned from him, taking time to listen to him very closely, every word he said, every motion he made, every strike, you made sure to absorb all of it.
You sat at the entrance of the cave, watching the fire crackle under that days kill, the smell of meat filling the cave.
"Tomorrow you will learn hand to hand fighting," it seemed the more he spoke to you, the clearer his words became.
"Hand to hand...?" you looked at him, as he sat on the other side of the fire, he stared off into the forest.
"To defend yourself from them," he stated, pointing his hands into the forest, his finger directing your eyes over the tree line, cross the large lake, you could see the small flickers of fire from a camp, most likely the people who brought you here.
You agreed, taking the meat off the fire and taking small bites.
"Where are you from?," you asked, looking at him, the heat of the fire making your face warm, yep the fire nothing else you little sicko.
He turned his large head to look at you, almost as if he could smile he would, his mandibles extended and clicked together as he looked towards the stars.
"I come from a place called Yautja Prime..." he started, speaking of his home life. You sat and listened to him long after the fire had died down.
The next morning started as usual, you ate breakfast, and he carried you to the training spot.
When you arrived he kneeled in front of you, his hand reached up removing his helmet, the first time you would have been seeing his face, his golden eyes looking into yours, yet you did not flinch at all, you felt something but you did not know what yet. His mandibles clicked, and he tilted his head, not expecting your reaction. Putting his mask back up and put a bit of space between the two of you.
He turned to you and spoke.
"Hit me."
"What?!"
"Hit. Me."
Slowly you began to walk up to him, and then a walk turned into a run, you clenched your fist, and went to hit him, never making contact with him, his large hand grabbed your first and raised it above your head, he threw you to the ground.
"Again."
So you tried again, this time going at him from the left, the same outcome, this went on for an hour, your grew frustrated, clearly the two of you were far too different in size and strength.
You sat on the ground, upset with yourself, he knelt down next to you.
"Again?", he asked, looking at you,
"I can't hit you...you're too strong..." you said under your breath,
"Perhaps, I have been too hard, I will allow you to hit me, I will take the full hit."
"Really?"
He turned his head in the other direction, as a sign saying, "Go ahead"
But you were feeling something in your chest, when he turned his head, you placed a kiss against the side of his face, causing him to startle, he turned to you quickly, and then you clocked him in the face.
He growled for a second, and looked at you, and lunged at you, grabbing you from under your butt, and lifted you into the air.
"Good job, you have outsmarted me" he purred.
You just stared at him in awe like you do quite often, a red flush going across your face as he lifted you up effortlessly.
"You're...strong.." you said, looking down at him
"I am very strong...you are very small..."he chuckled, looking up at you.
"Much stronger than me" you smiled, looking around the trees at this new height
"I could...show you my true strength..." he purred at you.
You gulp, and look down at him.
"Your...real strength...go ahead..." your eyes are wide, wondering what his display will be to you.
"Then I shall..." he said with a huff, placing his hand on your stomach pushing you up, and then his other, raising you far above his head, and then removing one hand, "Show you my whole strength"
You stared in awe, as he held you above his head with a single hand, no sign of weakness, you began to laugh.
"Oh my! " you called out, not noticing someone was staring at you with passion and care in his eyes.
"Do you...wish to mate?" he asked, seriousness in his voice
"WHAT?" you gasped, wiggling on his hand, causing him to lose his balance of you, causing you to slip out of his hand, and fall towards the ground below.
Once again, the pain of the ground never hit your body, just the comforting touch of his hands around your body filling that space.
You looked at him, your eyes not straying away from his face, your face redder than an apple.
"Well...?" he asked, standing you back on your feet, awaiting your answer.
Standing there you began to fidget with your fingers, looking at your feet, you began to play this scene in your head many times before speaking from the heart.
"I...do..." you whispered, hearing the sound of him coming closer, kneeling down and looking at you from below.
"Then you will be mine?" he asked, his fingers grazed your face.
You nodded in agreement, and whoosh, you were pulled close to his chest, hearing his excited heart rate. You stood between his knees, you pulled back a bit, and placed your hands on his face, of course you would kiss him, if he had lips. You settled for placing one on his head. A happy purr emanating from his chest, as he pulled you into am embrace.
"Mine..." he said in a low purr,
It seemed like the two of you stood there forever, just the two of you alone in that clearing, until he suddenly stood up, placing a protective hand ahead of you, as his face scanned the bush line.
"What's wrong..?" you asked, looking up at him
He didn't respond, he eyes snapped to a certain area, and soon a large bear walked out, sniffing the ground, clearly following the scent of something it wanted.
It looked up, sniffing the air in your direction, letting out a roar, it began walking closer.
Sure all your training was good, but this was a bear, and you in fact were not the size of a bear.
He stood between you in the bear, as the bear began to charge. It leapt up, throwing itself into his arms. He quickly punched it in the face, as the bear clawed at his back, grabbing the bears sides, he threw it back on the ground. Standing up straight he took a stance, the bear shook off the blow of hitting the ground, and charged once again, speeding up, it was closer to him, but he quickly side stepped, and punched it in the side of the head, immediately knocking the bear to the ground with a sickening crack.
You looked, shock all over your face as he picked up the bear with his arms, and held it above his head, he let out a roar of victory, and threw it back to the ground, turning his attention back to you.
"Are you alright...?" he asked, kneeling.
"You just....punched a bear...to death...it was one punch..." you stammered,
"I told you I was strong," he chuckled.
"Yeah but, I didn't believe you could even," you shook an open hand towards the dead bear.
"Does that surprise you...?" he said, a smirk would be across his face (IF HE HAD LIPS), a bit of tease in his voice
"You told me to hit you, as if I could ever beat you."
"Yes, but why does that matter?"
"I could never beat you..."
"Why is that?" he scooted closer to you.
"You're clearly stronger," you looked at him, confused as to why he was teasing you, now seeing he was now kneeling over you, like me hovering over that sweet deep dish pizza.
Before you knew it he lunged at you, his face in the crook of your neck, a growl emanating from his chest, you knew what was to happen next, and you were fine with it.
You were fine with his clawed hand going down your body, his sharp claw ripping your only clothing off of your body. He took off his mask and tossed it to the side.
He opened his mouth, and his long tongue slithered out, sliding between your breasts, as he moved the soft spot of his hand over your nipple, feeling it between his fingers.
You let out a soft moan, watching him untie the loin cloth from the back of himself. Letting it drop between you, and showing all of himself to you.
You could feel your body change in excitement as the sight of that going into you made you wetter, he quickly turned you over onto your hands and knees, and you felt the tip of himself touch your slick.
Slowly, he eased his way into you, feeling his chest press against your back, his hands by yours, his tongue sliding on the back of your neck, he began to thrust all of his length into you.
You fell to the ground, crying out in pleasure as all of him slipped into you, he growled in pleasure, moving his hips again, and again, and again. The sounds of your skins slapping one another seemed to echo through the forest. You were crying on the ground, in a state of pure ecstasy.
Moving positions, he slid a hand under your stomach, and pulled you up, now on his knees, he gripped your hips, and moved you up and down against his length, he growled in pleasure, feeling your soft walls around all of him.
You could feel his claws press into you ever so tightly, even while on his lap, he was still much taller than you, you looked up to see him staring directly at you, taking one of his hands he gripped one of your breasts, continuing to pump himself into you, your juices mixing and creating a small pool between the two of you on the ground.
He looked to the sky, and let out a roar of pleasure once more, quickening his pace, gripping your breast tighter as his movement began to get rougher, the hand on your hip moved to your front, as he began to rub your clit, causing you to throw your head back into his chest, his tongue slipping down from his mouth, as he arched his back, sliding his tongue into your mouth.
Your body was flushed red, and you moaned as the two tongue swirled together, feeling the pool of pleasure build up in your stomach.
"I'm...I'm..." you cried,
His hand grabbed your hips again roughly, he began to slam into you harder, this sent you over the edge, causing you to climax, it shot out of you onto his legs, and he roared once again.
Taking in the scent of it all, his primal side came over, he threw you down onto the ground again, not breaking away from you, he began to rapidly thrust into you over and over, causing you to cry out, he began to roar, as his body began to shake, his climax rippling over him as he filled you up.
That night, the two of you laid in his nest, a fur over your body as you no longer had any clothing. He was okay with that, as at home it was not uncommon for others to walk bare.
His large hand traced your sleeping face, as he looked at the claw marks across your body.
He was going to cut his hunting trip early, as he had found his prize.
Hi I know it's a bit weird but before I give you the details I was wondering if it would it be fine to have a Prey 2022 scenario with Taabe x S/O. Love the guy, he's an absolute gem. But there's not much content for him.
Ooohh yes!! I loved Prey! Best of the movies! 💕
Taabe was such a sweetie, such a good brother!!
First off, he will absolutely brag to get your attention! Half the time you indulge him and the other half just bantering with him.
Naru likes you automatically! You’re her friend and in a way, you keep her brother humbled but she knows his feelings for you.
Also may tease you both (mostly him)!
Taabe has a bit of a soft side to him as well. Wanting to take you on walks in the woods, made a flower crown for you once, kissed you under the sunset
A whole sweetheart! Flatterer and always has a sweet compliment or nickname for you
Bit protective of you but knows you can also handle yourself
If you’re a healer, weaver, or would-be hunter like his sister, he’s entirely supportive of your choices and helps you with whatever you need
In the quieter moments, he can be a bit of a cuddler and kisses start off sweet and tender before his arms are around you.
Hi, can I please request a Taabe x reader where reader is an outsider who has been injured and found near the tribe. Taabe vouches for her and nurses them back to health
Summary: (y/n) is chased by the Predator through a forest and is luckily found by Taabe and taken back to the tribe where her injuries are treated.
Word count: 1.1K
Warnings: blood, injury detail, monsters?
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Italics = Comanche
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Stumbling through the forest I trip on a root before falling over. I hiss as my shirt is cut leaving scratch lines across my arms. Sighing and wincing I pull myself back up and try to continue, just trying to put one foot in front of the other. I wipe the sweat off my aching head and look at my hand seeing the red, metallic liquid coating my fingers.
I feel my head becoming heavy but I refuse to pass out, not in this situation. Something’s chasing me, or it was. A massive creature, taller than any man, with some sort of braids reaching past its shoulders. It was covered in metal, a mask covering its face and plates attached to all parts of its body. It made a clicking sound as it disappeared into the trees, quite literally disappeared - it seemed to just stop existing at the click of a finger.
A stick cracks underneath my feet, I drag my feet behind me then I hear the clicking sound again, It’s back.
I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing is hitched as I try to run. My legs burn as I make myself go forward, my body begging me to stop. I trip over again as I push myself after one of the trees. Still falling to the floor I feel the sharp stones and chunks of wood cutting up my skin
“Arrêt! S'il vous plaît! (Stop! Please!)” I say feeling the tears trickle down my face before a different mysterious man appears in front of me holding a spear. I look up at him before finally passing out. Before I’m out cold I hear the clicking sound again.
A few moments later, it could’ve been minutes or it could have been days, I wouldn’t know. My body’s moving but I’m not walking. I can hear footsteps, they’re in time with the way my body moves. My eyes flutter open as my head rolls around but suddenly I jolt up and look around. My vision is still blurry as I try and identify where I am and what’s happening.
Wincing, my headaches as I finally re-adjust to waking up. I look up at the man holding me in his arms and feel my stomach drop as I see his forehead covered in blood.
“Que fais-tu? Que ce passe-t-il? (What are you doing? What's happening?)” I ask, startled but he just looks at me confused and holds onto my wrists as I start squirming around. I look at him and how he’s dressed, the dress and patterns of the local tribe. I researched it before I got taken here, culture being one of my interests. I repeat the same questions in Comanche and notice that he seems to understand and then replies.
“I found you in the forest.” He says.
“We’re still in a forest,” I say, drowsiness evident in my voice as my head rolls from side to side.
“I’m taking you to my tribe.” He replies as we emerge from the forest.
I lift my head up and look around. Tipis line the horizon and smoke flies up from the fire. Women and children walk around cooking, and gathering whilst the men are finishing up with their hunting and unpacking their hunts.
“It’s incredible here,” I say in English as I tend to switch in and out of languages routinely.
“It’s pretty.” He replies and I’m a bit shocked that he understands English.
“You speak English?” He nods with a small smile before the rest of the walk is spent in silence.
Heads turn as the man, who I now realise I don’t know the name of, continues carrying me. Suddenly the injuries I suffered start to hurt again, it feels like my skin is on fire.
I hear whispers in Comanche.
“Who is she?”
“Why is she here?”
“Is she okay?”
Hushed questions and whispered curiosities. The man walks past all of the people and places me down in one of the tipis.
“Where are you going?” I say starting to feel my heart race at the thought of him just leaving me here even though I don’t even know his name or who he is.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” He says before walking out of the tipi and closing it making sure that the sunlight doesn’t peak through.
I hear speaking outside but it still only takes minutes for me to fall back asleep.
Sunlight shines through the tipi as someone pulls it open and walks in sitting down by the side of me. Feeling the warmth on my face I blink open my eyes and rub my forehead although not from the pain this time. For some reason, I don’t feel any pain. I look down at my arms and legs and notice the cuts are covered by cloth tied tightly but not too tightly. A piece of cloth decorates my head as well, with a little dangly bit which I tuck behind my ear.
Sitting up I feel a bit of dizziness in my head but turn to look around and see the man sitting next to me. Jumping slightly, I take a breath before smiling at him slightly.
“Hey.” He says, silently chuckling at me as I jump at seeing him.
“Hi.” I reply. “Did you, umm, do this?” I say indicating to all the pieces of cloth tied to my arms and legs. He nods. “Thanks.” I say running my hand through my hair, untangling a couple of the knots. “What’s your name?” I say after a small pause.
“Taabe. What’s yours?”
“(y/n).”
“Nice name, foreign name.” He says.
I take a sharp breath as I remember the creature from the forest.
“What happened to the creature?” I ask desperately.
“There wasn’t a creature, I must have scared him off.” He jokes slightly. “How are you feeling?” He asks tightening one of the bandages.
“Better, what did you do?” I ask.
“My sister is a healer, she gave you some plants to help with the pain.” He says with a small smile.
“Why are you helping me? I heard them shouting about me earlier.” I say rubbing my arm slightly awkwardly.
“You’re hurt, you’re not gonna hurt me.” He says, matter-of-factly. “You’re a translate aren’t you? Question is, who for?”
“This French guy, my parents owe him something so to pay him back I’m helping with translation.”
“Thought so.” He says. “I told them you're not a threat, you can’t hurt us and I don’t think you would. You’re not in a great position to do so.” He says with a smirk. “They said you can stay.”
“Well, thanks.” I reply.
“Don’t worry, you can pay me back sometime in the future.” He says with a wink.
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AN: I am so sorry this request took so long, I hope you enjoy this (and still want it written.)
Desc: Your name is Mʉa (Moo-ah). You are a Comanche woman of the southwest tribe, named for the beauty of the moon, and all you want is to be someone more.
Taabe, on the other hand, is exhausted. All he wants is for his mother to leave him alone about becoming War Chief and taking a wife. He doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but it's not any of the women in his tribe. Until he meets you, and he thinks maybe fate led you two to cross paths.
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Of course, on the other hand, Taabe considers that maybe there is a woman out there who would truly be pleased to just be at home all the time, but as he deliberates, he knows that’s not what he wants, even if it would please his mother.
He wants someone free to be herself, a woman who’s not afraid to speak her mind, someone he could actually sit down and talk with. Someone who could maybe even challenge him a little. A woman worth reflecting over.
Taabe knows no one like that. It makes him feel alone to think about this dream woman- and it’s all the more reason to keep refusing marriage.
But sometimes, when he’s feeling silly and tired, lying out by the campfire, and the sky begins to darken into blue-black, and the moon shines, smiling at him, he thinks things might be okay. Taabe was named for the sun- his mother and father said he felt like their own ray of sunshine- and he feels like he’s looking for someone like the moon , one big, glowing sppirit among the rest of the stars, his opposite that he cannot help but be drawn to, a unique, rare curiosity that he cannot seem to find.
Despite that, Taabe will always feel comforted by the night sky.
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Hey I was wanting to request a Taabe x f reader from prey since i haven’t been able to find anything about him I’m so glad to came across your page 😊😊. I was wanting Something cute and funny having to do with the quoted stuff I have down below thank you so much can’t wait to see what you come up with.
“I’ll rip the damn thing.” “You will not!”
Summary: (y/n) gets a bit sick and isn't allowed to work, succumbing to boredom she decides to unsuccessfully make a necklace for Taabe (her s/o). (It is so much better and cuter than it sounds I promise). Taabe x fem!reader
Warnings: Kissing, cute stuff (basically just fluff)
Word count: 1.5K
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Plucking the fruit from the bush I quickly place it in my bag before raising my arm and sneezing into my elbow. I sniff before moving on to the next fruit plant. Throughout the day my sneezing and coughing gets worse, my voice becomes croaky and eyes start drooping.
I trek back to my home following behind the others, rubbing my eyes as I watch the sky start to dim. Dropping off the fruits at the storage tipi I sit down by the fire with a few others. It’s where we wait for the hunters to come back, Naru sits down next to me and Aruka sits down just afterwards.
“Hey.” I say tiredly, not even managing a smile.
“(y/n), you don’t look so good.” Naru says and Aruka raises her hands to my face. She holds my face and turns it looking at the bags I know are under my eyes and who knows what else.
“I’ll get you some medicine, you look awful.” Aruka says, worry painted on her face.
“No, I’m fine really, I’m just tired.” I say starring at the dancing flames.
“Go to bed then.” Naru suggests.
“I will after Taabe gets back.” I say almost as a compromise.
“No, you need to go to bed now, (y/n), I’ll send Taabe to see you when he gets back.” She says with her hand on my back and a small smile on her face.
“Okay, fine.” I say getting up begrudgingly.
“I’ll send him to you later with some food and medicine.”
Aruka has always looked after since my parents died when I was a young child. She practically treats me like her daughter and is set on me and Taabe getting ‘married’.
Dragging my feet I make my way to my tipi. I quickly succumb to sleep when I lay down. It’s easy to fall asleep when what I have look at is the colours of the sky twirling around mixing with the clouds.
Through my closed eyes I see light coming through the entrance (AN: I hope you guys know what I mean) and slowly open my eyes.
“(y/n)?” I hear a voice that I know is Taabe’s.
My eyelids flutter open as they adjust to the light from the fire.
“Hi.” I say with a tired voice.
He crouches down in front of me holding a bowl of something.
“My mother made you something, it’s got medicine in it.” He says in a hushed voice as I sit up, shimmying out of my blanket. He tries to pass it to me but he’s interrupted with me coughing nearly spilling it.
“Sorry.” I say quietly as he nearly spilt the hot food on himself.
“How are you feeling?” He asks passing the bowl back to me then placing his hand on my forehead. “You’re quite hot.”
“Tired and sad.” I say with a small, fake frown.
“Why?” He asks kneeling down on the ground.
“Because you weren’t here.” I say with a chuckle as he reaches for my hand.
“Well, I’m here now, are you happier now?” He says, a smile etched in his face.
“Yes, much.” I say managing a smile as he leans down, kissing my cheek.
“You should get some more rest after you’ve eaten.” He rubs my back gently as I eat some of the soup like food.
“I’m fine, I can still do my gathering and jobs tomorrow.” I say sipping on the liquid.
“I don’t think you should,” He pauses looking at my slightly annoyed face. “Just in case, my love, just in case I think you should take the day off.”
“But I’ll be fine-”
“Just in case, I think you should stay in bed tomorrow.” He interrupts me and I sigh.
“Fine.” I say giving in. “I won’t go gathering tomorrow. But I still think I could.”
“Thank you,” He says stoking my hair and kissing my forehead before standing up again. “Get some rest.” He says, I nod and he leaves the tipi.
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The sun breaks through my eyelids, blurring my vision as I slowly open my eyes. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes, not hearing anyone talking outside. Everyone must’ve gone to work already. Pulling on my boots and draping my jacket over myself I venture out of my tipi. I feel the cold nipping at my skin so pull my clothing closer to myself.
I walk out, towards the communal area (the fire), I sit down on one of the logs and greet Aruka who’s cooking something.
“Hello.” I say tiredly.
“Oh, (y/n), how are you feeling?” She asks putting down her tools.
“Fine.” I say with a sigh. “Is there anything to eat?” I ask her looking over at the pot she’s cooking out of.
“I saved you some food from earlier.” She says holding out the food with a smile. I take the cooked meat off of her and dig in not noticing how hungry I was until after I finished.
Sitting by the fire, a feeling of uselessness overwhelms me, I could be gathering or cooking but Aruka won’t let me do anything.
“Are you sure there isn’t something I can do?” She sighs, it’s got to be at least the fourth time I’ve asked this now.
“Why don’t you do some beading or sewing?” She says.
“I don’t know how.” I say quietly, embarrassed I never learnt.
“I’ll show you, I always do beading in my spare time.” She says with a soft smile. “Come on.” She says taking me to her tipi.
She shows me how to do it and it seems simple when she does it.
“Do you know how to do it now?” I nod even though I know I don’t know how. “Okay, I’m going to help Kateri with her baby, I’ll see you later..” She says and leaves.
Sitting on the floor of the tipi I look at the scattered beads and frayed rope. Confused, I thread the pieces together and try to re-bead it but it doesn’t work so I undo it. I repeat different things and try different methods until finally I created something that bares some semblance to a necklace.
The beads are in no sort of pattern and the colours don’t go together. Where the rope is knotted the ends are frayed and sticking out. Sighing, I place it on the floor next to the other pieces of rope and beads. I look at it on the floor and regret not learning earlier in my life, I was too busy playing with Taabe and Naru, I roll my eyes but smile at the thought.
I move the necklace to the side and try to make a new one but to no avail. Eventually I give up and just sit there practicing the different types of knots I know, I had much more success with that.
Finally the hunters get back along with the gatherers. Basically everyone finishes their work for the day. Chatter envelops the camp, laughing and cheering. I’ll go out when it’s time for food but until then I’ll sit and wallow in my misery and boredom.
That is until the cloth door is pulled aside and Taabe walks in.
“Hey.” He says sitting down on the ground in fron of me.
“Hey.”
“How are you feeling?” He asks pressing the palm of his hand against my forehead. “Your not so hot anymore.”
“Wow, thanks.” I say jokingly but he remains oblivious for a moment too long. Then he gets it and chuckles. One of the things I love about him is his obliviousness to everything but hunting. Put him in the jungle and he’s aware of every single thing, tracks, sounds, everything but put him anywhere else he isn’t so aware. Like jokes, and flirting and things like that he’s completely oblivious to but it’s cute.
“What have you been doing all day? Sleeping I hope.” He strokes the side of my face.
“Mostly, but I tried something new, I tried making a necklace.” I pull it out from behind me. “It was gonna be for you but it didn’t go very well.” I say looking at it, sad I couldn’t even manage to make him a gift. “I think, I’ll just get rid of it.” I say sadly.
“No you won’t.” He says in doubt.
“I’ll rip the damn thing!” I assure him imitating ripping it.
“You will not!” He says taking it out of my reach until I stop making grabby hands. “I love it, okay?” He says putting it on.
“No, you don’t have to, really-” I say looking at the ground
“I know I don’t have to, I love it, anything you make or do I love.” He says sincerely. “I’ll wear it forever.” He says and from now on every time I see him he’s wearing that damn necklace. He wears it to meals, he wears it hunting, he wears it in bed. And every time I look at him wearing it, even from a distance I can’t help but smile.
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AN: I hope you (anonymous) liked this!
Also, I'm so sorry requests are taking so long, my mental health decided to take a bit of a dip and my creativity is taking longer to work (if that makes sense).
I'm trying to work through the requests, I don't want you guys to think I'm not writing them out of dislike for the request I just have quite a few to work through.
I can't get this out of my head but a Taabe falling for the reader in a Pixar's brave archery scenario. Where he's forced to participate in a tournament to win the hand of the reader, the chieftain's child in marriage.
But even though he has no interest in winning and purposely tries to fail, the other competitors are so bad that he keeps winning by default. And during the archery trial, someone tried to cheat by throwing off his aim. It had the opposite effect that both sides wanted. Then the most famous scene happens with his arrow being the one that the S/O shot right through.
I know this is from a whole back but I’m finally getting to answer it 😆
Taabe is shameless once he sees you shoot off the arrow that splits his. Heart eyes galore!!
Others are chastising and arguing with you over what you’ve done, but not him. First to defend you and first to gladly concede in said competition if it means to get your attention.
Also, I can also see him being the type to try and sneak you away under the guise of archery training but really it’s more of getting to spend more alone time with you :)
