I just noticed that your requests are still open so ammana be an attention seeking dumdum and ask you to write a big boi alien Assassin Predator's (or any other yautja if you are more comfortable 😌) reaction to his future tiny hooman mate not being scared of him and actually having basic freaking empathy and being nice. I mean, he hasn't attacked them, so why be afraid? I'm looking at literally every STOOPID human in the movies- Basically they are like: "Oh, you need help hiding from those meanies because you are injured? Sure, I can help!"

Hello my dear!!! This is such a cute prompt!!!! I make for you my dear! (I'm going to do a regular Yautja aka Predator!)

Yautja GN reader, tending to Yautja injuries'.

The yautja groaned, taking in stock of how much damage one of those humans warriors had done to them. The gash was deep across their abdomen, their green blood staining their skin. His gauntlet seemed to be malfunctioning from damage it took from the humans weapons.

He knew he could not stay in one place to long while he tried to fix the mechanical gauntlet, clicking in frustration. A rustle in the bushes, he had left their guard down. Pointing his hunting knife in the direction of the noise, he was prepared to stand his ground and fight to the death.

To his surprise, a tiny human peeked out from behind the leaves. "H-hello? Does someone need help??" This human was so tiny, much smaller then any human they had run into so far. But he did not lower his blade, he growled lowly, figuring this would scare the tiny human away. This didn't seem to deter the human, which confused the yautja. Why didn't they run from the sight of him? Surely they where not crazy enough to approach him unarmed? The tiny human slowly approached the yautja keeping their voice soft "I'm not armed. I saw you running away from those soldiers a ways back. I'm here to help you, did they hurt you?"

When the human finally got a look at the injurie the soldiers had done they gasped "Oh no! Does that hurt?! Here hold on!" The human hurried back to the bush and pulled out a first aid kit, putting up their hands to show them they came in peace. He could sense that you meant no harm for now, and seeing he had no choice in the ways of getting help, he lower the blade, letting out agitated clicks. Flipping open the kit, you started to prepare some bandage rolls and a rag with some rubbing alcohol on it. "Ok, so I can tell you can understand what I'm saying, so please accept my apology in advance when I say sorry about this hurting." You started to clean the gash, making the massive alien hiss, grabbing the rag from your hand. "I said sorry! I'm sorry."

He cleaned his wound, keeping a close eye on you. Watching you sheepishly take out some bandage rolls, he felt a ting of guilt. You seemed like a peaceful human who just wanted to help, it was a nice welcome compared to the rest of the human race. When you started wrapping the bandages around his abdomen, he didn't move. Being take care by someone for once was pleasant. Once you finished, the admired your handwork, letting out a appreciative purr. You couldn't help but chuckle, the way he communicated was adorable. "There! That should hold hopefully. Lets just hope those soldiers wont find you and-" as if on que, a barrage of lights started flooding the area. "FREEZE!"

It was the soldiers again, coming to finish off the alien. But you where having none of it! Picking up the yautja hunting knife, you pointing it at them, "Leave him alone! I won't let you hurt him anymore!" Now you had this yautja attention. Tiny human ready to take on heavily armed soldiers with just a blade but also a healer? You had mate material written all over you. Before the soldiers could act, the yautja pulled you into his arms, activating his cloaking device. The soldiers screamed while he ran with you out of the soldiers range of fire. Congratulations, upon helping an alien who was hurt, you now became a fugitive.

Worth it.

Hope you like it!