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Of the Land

Context: Living in shame due to a misunderstanding is something you have accepted in your life. Living part of a nomadic group of wanderers in the land of Yuuie, teaches you that you have to do what you're told to not receive more wrath. But when you are forced into marrying Bakugou Katsuki, life only gets worse for you. Or maybe it could get better with a green haired man who's willing to save you.

Stars off as Bakugou Katsuki x Reader but ultimately will end as Midoriya Izuku x Reader (Izuku is not in this part right now. He comes into the story later)

Warning: This chapter deals with physical and domestic violence, SMUT, forced marriage, Con-NonCon (not the sexy kind), sad Y/N. Reader discretion is advised

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The sound of cocks crowing woke you up from your sleep. You pushed off the feeling of your bed roll, stuffed wool and feathers all pushed together to form what you had slept on since you had reached your coming of age. You groaned softly as not to wake the others in your family tent. You slowly sat up, looking out to the tarp that covered the entrance and exit of the large tent. The light of the morning spilling in just a small sliver.

You grabbed your chest wrap and skirt. You carefully got out of bed, pushing yourself up onto the fur lined floors and onto your feet. You minded your younger siblings as you headed to the centre area of the tent. You looked to the hearth where the fire was from last night. Still a small kindle was left, not a lot, but enough for you to keep alive and not to start all over again. You rubbed your eyes for a moment as a yawn came out of your lips. You grabbed a woven basket from near the door and head outside.

Out in the cooler morning light, you enjoyed the cool breeze and the lack of the sun’s hot rays. You had better get your chores done before it got too hot. You looked out at the group of tents around you. Your settlement would be moving on to other pastures no doubt. You heard the sound of sheep bleating as they were being herded out of their area. You moved towards the treeline to get sticks.

And that was the beginning of your day. It was more of a mundane one, but it was a simple life that you didn’t mind. You stayed away from the others your age as you collected all that you needed for the beginning of the trek to newer pastures. As the eldest daughter it was your job to make sure all the water bags were filled and porridge was made. Your mother and father were up by the time you came back and you were able to get all your younger siblings sitting outside the tent, eating porridge as you worked in bringing down your family tent just like the other families in your migration.

Your group was a nomadic group that wandered around the land of Yuuie, never having really settled for longer than a few years normally, however with kingdoms having popped up it made keeping a hold of land that was once visited for generations difficult. You had heard some people talking about thoughts of actually having permanent residence somewhere but you weren’t entirely sure.

Soon you had your family home packed up and hitched up onto horses that your family had. Your parents barely talked to you as they moved to your younger siblings, checking in on your younger brother and sister. You weren’t the least bit surprised however, after the shame you brought upon your family not too long ago, you were surprised they didn’t disown you all together.

You packed up your own bags, putting it on your back as you noticed one of the leaders of your community, Bakugou Masaru, husband of Chief Mitsuki, ring a bell. “Leaving time!! Pack up all your things! We leave in five minutes!” He voiced out as he shook the bell and walked between the families that were packing up all their belongings and moving all the sheep to remain together.

You looked up as your mother and father and put your siblings on the back of the two horses that you had, them siding up along with them. That meant you would be forced to walk. Nothing you couldn’t do before but it still stung. Walking during migration was either viewed as a punishment or as something self-sacrificing. But when it came to you, everyone knew it was a punishment.

With a shake of reigns that held few bells, everyone started to move. You kept not too far away from your family but considering you were on foot and they were on horseback, there was a considerable amount of distance, however it was nearly impossible to get lost with the sound of bells, sheep and talking as the mass amount of people moved. You kept your hands on your bag as you stayed into the back of your mind, your imagination keeping you company as you walked forward.

“YOU OLD HAG! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” Taking you out of your thoughts was the loud voice of Bakugou Katsuki. His rather angry and loud nature made him pretty easy to pinpoint despite being far ahead of you. He was no doubt talking to his mother, the two of them never had the best relationship. Katsuki was next in line to be chief of your community, which meant that listening to him was something you had grown up doing as a child. You never particularly liked him, wondering how he ever did have friends but you didn’t have much of a choice.

You ignored one of their usual fights opting to look around to your left. You saw a stream of sheep and a dairy cow along with a calf following a long. “Come on.” You heard the faint voice of the man who trotted by on a black stallion with white hooves. The man had curly green hair as he sat comfortably on his horse, passing by you. It seemed to be Midoriya if you weren’t mistaken. You turned to keep your eyes focused back in front of you as you continued on.

It took another two days of travelling before you had all planted yourselves down in a large clearing that was more than big enough for the lot of you. You were glad that you finally got to settle down for however many weeks you’d be here. It was a good area that you had been before so you were still familiar with the nearby river and landscape.

The sun had started to set, and the area was getting darker, with torches popping up one by one. Your home was once again erected and you were finally allowed to rest for a bit as mass dinner was being prepared. With nothing to do back home you walked through the area, moving towards the middle where there was enough space to seat people and a fire where lamb were being grilled sat in the middle. The smell of meat wafted through the air making your stomach grumble. You let out a hum as you moved over to check on the lamb, thinking about how you should offer your assistance.

You looked around to see that most of your community seemed to be here in the middle, preparing for dinner. You noticed a certain blond sitting with his friends on logs. Katsuki seemed to be in a foul mood, his mouth in its usual deep scowl but he was silent. You wondered which poor unfortunate soul had to face his wrath.

Before you could turn to head towards the fire you heard someone call your name. “Y/N!” You turned to look close to the fire was Bakugou Mitsuki. The blond woman stood with a smile on her face and her arms folded over her chest. She had a proud smile on her face as she motioned for you to come closer to her. You tensed at her words. You stilled as you looked around, bystanders stopped what they were doing as they too noticed the unusual occurrence. There was no reason as to why the chief of your community would want to talk to you. She motioned for you to come closer, her hand motioned to her side.

You swallowed down hard as you walked to her. You bowed your head to her, keeping it down cast. “Chief Bakugou.” You greeted.

“How are you?” She asked, almost with a mother like tone. You didn’t understand why she was talking to you nor why she was asking how you were. You could feel another gaze of red hot crimson eyes on you. It felt as if her son was trying to light you ablaze. You already felt hot standing so close to the fire but with everyone’s eyes on you, you would have rather gone unnoticed.

You hesitated to answer but you didn’t take too long in fear of being shouted at. “Well, thank you ma’am. I hope you are too.”

A laugh escaped her chest as she threw an arm around your shoulders making your eyes widen. Around her shoulders sitting there comfortably was a fur mantel of white and a red cape that seemed to be a Bakugou family heirloom. Katsuki had one almost identical to hers.

“I’m great, dear. I’d like to announce something, actually.” She spoke louder as she looked around to all those who had her eyes on her. You just wished she would let go of you so that you could leave. “With this being the first time that our community has settled down in any area, it calls time for a celebration of our new life here!” She spoke loudly with power in every syllable. Her eyes burned with something you weren’t entirely sure what to call. She always had that affect ever since you knew her as a child. “My son,” she motioned with her other arm down to the other blond haired Bakugou in her midst. “Will be getting married!” She grinned.

At the news of such a development, excited chatter filled the middle. You turned your head to look over to the man himself. Bakugou Katsuki sat on a log near the fire, the large blond leaning back as he sat amongst a group of people around your age. His eyes burned with a type of rage that felt suffocating to even look at. His scowl somehow deepened as he looked up at his mother. He clearly did not like the arrangement of him being wed, not as much as the rest of the community seemed to.

Why did Mitsuki still have her arm around you? You wondered why on earth she was touching you still. You had nothing to do with this announcement or with Katsuki. You felt a nervous storm brew in the pit of your stomach as you looked at Mitsuki confused.

Mitsuki grinned. “It’s high time that my son got married, joining the rest of his agemates and continuing with the new generation in mind! And it has been decided by my husband and I, that despite everything,” She looked at you. Why was she looking at you? You wanted her to look everywhere else but you. “He will be getting married to Y/N!”

The chatter halted and instantly the silence was deafening. It was enough to consume you whole and make you feel sick down to the tips of your toes. You were more surprised than all of them. You had already decided that your fate as a spinster would be spent probably dedicating your time to Chiyo, the group healer and learning more of her ways that you were yet to know. You were not meant to be the next Chieftess. “Excuse me…” You let out in a low whisper.

A low tsk broke through the silence as Katsuki stood up to his feet. “You know, I don’t know what has possessed my old hag but she has decided to take pity on you.” You looked up as he glared down at you.

You found it unfair that such a rude and coarse person could be so handsome. With blond pale hair that lit up like a dandelion in the son and eyes so piercing they could probably knock someone down. He was a strong man, one that any woman would be lucky to marry. He worked hard and he was pretty good at almost everything he did for the community, not to mention he would be the next chief.

A scoff left his lips as he nearly snarled down at you at the very thought of being tied to you in holy matrimony. It was a disgusting thought for him to even entertain. “To think any sane man would want ran through goods.” He spat down at you, making you shrink back at the reminder of the sins that were put up against you.

“Katsuki.” You heard the voice of Eijiro speak as he frowned at his best friend. The large man didn’t seem to agree with whatever form of humiliation Katsuki had in store for you today, however you wondered why he even protested. Katsuki wasn’t entirely wrong.

His best friend, Kirishima Eijiro, the only son to one of the leaders of your community looked at his friend with a frown on his face. The Kirishimas were naturally large and strong, great warriors, even now with Kirishima Takeo having had only one boy and having nine girls to his family. His eldest girls were trained hunters but all wed now and his younger daughters, one who was of marriageable age and whose engagement was yet to be announced and the rest were still children.

Eijiro had taken after his father, growing up to be a large man with broad shoulders, thick large muscles and yet a soft and gentle heart. He had recently, not more than two seasons ago, married his wife. His wife, Mina, a rather sweet girl with curly pink hair and brown earthy skin sat at his side. Despite being newly wedded, they had been set to be married since they were but children. Their wedding was postponed often due to Eijiro’s training and adventuring with Katsuki away from the group until recent moons.

Mitsuki let out a frustrated growl as she stepped away from you, finally letting you go as she looked at her son. Both Bakugous matched each other in anger and you wondered who would win this argument. “Watch your mouth, brat!”

“I don’t have to watch my mouth when it’s true!” He shouted. He lifted a hand to point his finger at you. “She would bring shame on any man’s name, let alone the Bakugous! I refuse to even entertain the thought of being married to the likes of her!”

Despite it being his true feelings you felt yourself shrinking into yourself even more. You felt all eyes on you and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of shame and humiliation spill into your body. His words hit you like the stones that could have been thrown at you, however you were starting to feel that it would have been better if you were stoned.

“Well, it does not matter what you want, for it has been decided!” Mitsuki stepped forward closer to her son with a glare. Her own crimson glare was smoldering hot as she stare back at her son, matching his rage with her unwavering stance on the matter.

Katsuki scoffed. “By who!?”

“BY ME!” Mitsuki put a hand to her chest. “By your chief! And that is all that you need to know. Y/N and you are to be wed in a week and I advise you prepare yourself for that.”

Katsuki paused. He let out a tsk as his head snapped to look over at you. The pure hatred that came off him was enough to tell you that you would have rather been a spinster than to be chained in marriage to him. He would make your life a living nightmare for a decision that you didn’t even want. You stepped back as you looked between him and his mother.

Katsuki looked you up and down, finding you the most pathetic thing around him. You stood there silent, not even saying anything about this new development. Out of every woman in this village, he’d rather marry a sheep than be stuck with you. Without anything to add, he turned and left, storming away from his mother and everyone else as he left the warm glow of the central fire.

In that beat of silence, you wished that God could just strike you down.

You sat on your knees in your family’s tent as basic daisies were being put into a flower crown on your head. You looked down at your hands that rested on your lap. Today was your wedding day and you didn’t feel like a bride. Even with women, you barely talked to, crowding around you, even with everyone bustling with the anticipation of a wedding, you didn’t feel like a bride.

Your own parents had made it a point to try and convince Mitsuki to change her mind, how you were unfit to be a wife let alone one of the future chief, however she seemed set on her stance on the matter and did not budge a bit.

Even now with chatter outside your family tent, your items taken away to where you would be staying with Katsuki after your wedding, you knew none of the excitement was for you. It was a wedding, which meant music and dancing and glazed sweet meat to be eaten.

“I’m sure once he sees you in this dress he…” Pony started with a bright smile but couldn’t come up with the words. Bakugou Katsuki was not one to be easily swayed with his opinion, even if the most beautiful woman stood in front of him. Your eyes lifted up to her. The blond woman paused with a smile. “Well I’m sure he will think you’re beautiful.”

You didn’t respond to that as you looked down at your lap. “Hey.” Mina gently took your hands, making you look up at her taking your attention. She gave you a sad smile. Mina was a beautiful woman with deep brown earthly skin and warm golden eyes, with a smile that could make you smile just by seeing it. “I might not be sitting where you are but… I too once was a bride. I was promised to Eijiro from a young age and I had no say in the matter, however, we grew to love each other. I can only pray that it’s the same for you.”

At her words, you gave her an appreciative smile. You gave her hands a squeeze and nodded your head. “Thank you, Mina.” You told her, truly grateful for her words.

Although her words were comforting, you could only hold onto them as you were being guided to under a large oak tree where the ceremony would be taking place at sunset. You ignored the whispers and the looks as you walked down the aisle. You were in a rather plain white dress for it to be your wedding but many would say it is more than you deserved.

Standing in the front, next to his mother was Katsuki. He looked handsome in a plain white tunic and white ceremonial wedding cape that apparently his mother had worn on her wedding day. It was just like his red one but white and pure as snow. But ruining his look was the disgusted scowl on his face. It was as clear as day that he would rather be getting married to any woman rather than you.

Even as you stood in front of him, both of you facing each other as Mitsuki started the ceremony, Katsuki seemed far less than cooperative. Even just asking for his hand seemed like you had committed a great sin.

However, against his will and yours, you both had the white cloth wrapped around your hands as the symbol of your union. Despite everything, the cloth was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. It was white and made out of lace, stitched together for who knows how many hours. It was beautiful and you felt honoured to co-own it, even with the occasion.

The celebrations were a whirlwind that you barely had time to soak in, only faking a smile for the sake of you and your new husband’s marriage. You sat on a pillow with Katsuki accepting gifts and good wishes with a small smile and bow of your head. Your husband was more busy sulking or ignoring you to do anything else.

You could barely eat either, not feeling particularly hungry today, but you did manage to drink enough mead that you felt a bit more at eased.

Then came to a part of the day you wanted no part in.

When the sky had darkened, children had been put to bed and adults had loud boisterious laughs surrounding fires, it was time to consummate your marriage.

Katsuki had disappeared a long time ago but you had been ushered to your home with Katsuki and you were told to wait till he came to you and that is what you did.

The tent you now shared was much larger than your family’s one, having a sort of pristine look. It was new considering that you both only got your own separate abode now that you were married and would form a new family together. You tried keeping the fire hearth alive in the middle as you made the shared bedroll that you would both share. You then moved your stuff in one small space to the side, not wanting to disrupt Katsuki’s hoard of other things.

You sat on your bedroll and you waited.

And waited.

“I don’t want to-”

“She’s your wife, now Katsuki!” You heard from outside your tent were two very loud voices. One had belonged to your husband and the other seemed to belong to his best friend, Kirishima Eijiro. “The least you can do is stay by her side and consummate your marriage. Now go!”

Soon your blond husband stumbled through the front cloth entrance, leaving him inside with you. His crimson eyes immediately went to you. You sat in the small nook side that formed your bed area in the tent. You had your legs folded to your chest with your arms wrapped around your legs, keeping you warm and comforting yourself.

Katsuki let out a huff as he closed his eyes. He rubbed his eyes as if he was already annoyed with you. It was painfully silent between the both of you.

You swallowed down hard and mustered up a trying smile. “Hi.”

Katsuki ignored you as he shrugged off the cape from his shoulders, throwing it half hazardly to the stuff where his things were. He moved to the low table, getting down on one knee as he grabbed the jug of wine that was there, something that was only brought out for special occasions such as this. He took a wooden cup and poured himself a full cup before downing the entire thing in one go. He slammed the empty thing down on the table and let out a breath.

He took a second. “Okay.” He pushed himself back up and made his way over to you. You watched him silently as he moved down to his knees in front of you. “I ain’t gonna act like I wanted this.” He started, making you tighten your hold around your legs. “But now that you…” He hesitated as he swallowed down painfully. “Are my wife, we might as well get this over and done with.”

You nodded your head, agreeing with his mindset. The quicker you got this part of the night done, the quicker you could both move on and hopefully learn to live with each other. “How… how do you want me?”

He paused, taking in what you just said to him, he raised an eyebrow and let out a tsk. “How do you fuck the men you bed every other night? I thought whores like you are good at this sort of thing.” You didn’t answer him, keeping your mouth shut. His lips settled in a scowl as he rolled his eyes. It seemed as though you and him would have a harder time after all. “Just- Hands and knees.” You nodded as you turned around. “That way I don’t have to fucking look at you.”

You tried ignoring the sting of that last statement as you turned away from him. You hoped you were doing it correctly. You grabbed the light pillow that you owned closer to yourself as to help with your posture.

You couldn’t see Katsuki and that somehow made you feel even more nervous, anxiety bubbling inside the pit of your stomach. You heard the rustling of clothing before you felt him grab the edge of your plain wedding dress and pushed it up to reveal your ass and sex. You tried not to tense up too much, but it was hard with the way you knew that you were just bare for him to see right now.

Then Katsuki didn’t move, or make a sound for a moment. It only increased your anxiety as you stayed in the position he wanted you in. He scoffed. “Maybe you’re worth something after all.” Before you could inquire about his statement he sent a slap to your ass making you squeak in surprise. You covered your mouth with your hand but then you felt a large hand grab your arm and wrench it away from your mouth. “Don’t!” He growled out. “People will be hoping to hear you to ensure that this happens.” You didn’t answer, trying to fight back the tears. Another harsh slap went to your ass making you let out a cry at the pain. Then you felt him grab you by the back of your neck and pull you up against him.

Despite everything, his chest was extremely warm and expansive and if it wasn’t for the burning ironclad grip he had on you, you might have thought it nice. His large massive hands were something you were starting not to like. They were strong and the way he could move you right now was starting to make you fear him. He looked at you with a scowl, forcing you to look back at him. “I’m talking to you. What do you say when I’m talking to you?”

You let out a painfilled grunt as you tried to get out of his grip but it was hard. “Yes.” You let out.

“Yes who?” His fingers dug into your neck making tears bead at your eyes.

“Yes! Yes Katsuki!” You shouted trying to appease him.

He let out a scoff before pushing you back down against your pillow. He scowled down at you. “Don’t call me that. You don’t deserve to call me by my name. Just- just ‘husband’.” He stated.

“Yes K- Hu-husband…” You let out quietly as you tried to hide your tears from him.

This wasn’t what you thought marriage was like. This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t like Katsuki.

He moved a finger towards your sex and moved a hand to spread your thighs some more. He moved to insert a finger inside you, making you tense. His finger was an adjustment but his hands were surprisingly soft for a man who you knew worked a lot. He tried pushing in two fingers but you let out a cry. His fingers were too much for you and they hurt. Your sex tried to adjust to the sudden size but him just trying felt like you were going to break.

“Ow! Ow that hurts.” You told him.

He paused. “Hurts?” He scoffed. “Don’t fucking lie to me, trying to act like a virgin.” He grunted out in disgust. He sighed and moved his fingers out from inside you making you sigh in relief. Maybe it was over.

You felt him drag his fingers up your slit towards the nub of sensitive nerves. You twitched having never touched there before. He pressed there and started to move in circles. You weren’t sure what this weird feeling was. You held onto your pillow as you focused on the shadows casted by the firelight at the side of the tent.

But it was pretty relaxing and maybe a bit nice. You let out a gentle breath as a soft moan left your mouth. Katsuki didn’t say anything as he continued on whatever he was doing to you. Maybe this was the pleasures they talked about when being married? You weren’t sure but you felt yourself grow slicker. It took a few minutes but then Katsuki stuck his finger inside you again. He moved it around, seemingly trying to work you open. He was rather rough but you tried to ignore it because he hadn’t stopped touching that place that was giving you pleasure. Even as he pushed another finger inside you, forcing you open despite the hiss you let out.

However, that’s when he stopped touching that sensitive nub and he just focused on your hole. You bit back any sound of disapproval, knowing that it would upset him if you whined about it. His fingers seemed rather strict in the sense that there was clearly only one thing he wanted from you and that was to spread you open. It was silent between the both of you as he moved to spread his fingers inside you. The wet sounds coming from your sex only made you bite down on your lip at how lewd it sounded.

“There. Now don’t complain.” His fingers slipped out of you. You wanted to look back at him, but you reminded yourself that he didn’t want to see your face. Even in nothing but the fire from the hearth lighting up your shared tent with but a cloth separating you and him from the main area of your tent, he didn’t want to even get a hint of seeing you. You felt something press against your nether lips. Your eyes widened, knowing what it was. It must have been his-

Katsuki pushed in making you cry out at the stretch. It was painful, but not enough that you felt like crying. It just stung. You bit on your bottom lip, biting as hard as you could to make sure that if he thought you were complaining, you weren’t. You heard him release a grunt as the tip slipped in. You felt his hand rest on your ass for a moment as he let out a breath. He continued to push further inside you. You closed your eyes as you felt him move deeper and deeper inside you until finally there was no more left of him to become one with you.

It was all so much. You felt like you could barely breathe as you tried to adjust to him. However, suddenly you felt him move back, leaving the tip in before pushing back inside you harshly. You let out a cry and from then he kept on thrusting inside you. He didn’t give you a moment to breathe or to adjust. He just fucked into you like you were nothing else. The pleasurable feeling you had minutes ago faded away and you just felt uncomfortable and sore. He was being too rough. Everything from his thrusts to his grip on you.

“K-katsuk-” You couldn’t even finish saying his name before a hard slap went to your thigh. You instantly knew your mistake as you closed your eyes at the burning stinging pain left over. “Hu-husband.” You let out weakly, your body jostling forward with every hard thrust inside you. You bit back a whimper as you closed your eyes in pain. “It… it hurts.” You told him honestly.

You heard him let out a scoff. “Even now you continue to lie. Can’t trust a single fucking-” He grunted, trying to hold back a moan. “word you say. Only good thing about you is this cunt. Fuck- you’re tight.” He let out lowly as he pushed deeper inside you, making you wince.

You didn’t like this.

You really didn’t like this at all. You closed your eyes and let your pillow catch your tears as you waited. That’s all you could do. You knew he could hurt you, he was hurting you currently. You just wanted him to take what he wanted and be finished with you and leave your body alone. “C-can you stop?” You asked but you didn’t hear a reply. “K- Husband… please?” You asked with tears in your eyes.

Katsuki ignored you as he let out a groan as he felt your warm walls wrapped tightly around him. He would never admit it but he liked the pleasurable feeling. He let out a hum as he could feel his impending end. You were silent with just small whines out of your soft breaths. Katsuki didn’t care what those whines meant. Now that you were married this was a duty you both must serve, one that now he was taking part in, he didn’t quite mind.

You noticed his thrusts grow harder and more rapid. You felt uncomfortable, deeply so. Your ass slapped against his pelvis again and again and again. You dug your fingers into the futon, squeezing your eyes shut. You wanted it to the over. Then you heard a low groan stumble from his lips.

Then you felt it.

The warm gushing feeling inside you that made your stomach flip. It didn’t last too long, just a few seconds but then suddenly he was off of you like it never happened. There was no more of his warm body heat and you were left bare to the cold air.

You finally allowed yourself to collapse onto the futon. You let out a heavy breath. It must have been over, finally. You turned to look back to where Katsuki was and he was gone. You heard the shuffling of clothes on the other side of the cloth that kept your bedding area separated from the rest of the tent and then you saw his shadow leave the tent.

You were alone again.

You tried to shuffle out of your wedding dress but it hurt. A strike of pain hitting you inside of your sex. It really hurt. You hesitated, but you moved despite the pain to pull the cloth back of the entrance to your bedding area to allow more light to fall where you were. You looked down at the sheets of your bedroll between your legs now that you were finally allowed to rest. You sat up properly despite the pain and looked down.

His spent started to trickle out of you, warm and free but it was tainted with red blood.

You fell back against the futon feeling rather cold and… empty. You were alone. You had completed everything that would tie you to Bakugou Katsuki forever and now you were his wife. However you didn’t feel like a wife. You felt dirty and alone and cold.

Was this how a bride was supposed to feel on her wedding night?

-Glitch1d

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ʚ♡ɞ New Life & Beginnings ʚ♡ɞ

- Rolan x F!Tav/Reader

- Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

- Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

✧˖°. Summary: Separate stories involving Rolan, Zevlor, and Raphael with their newborns.

✧˖°. Notes: I’m a sucker for these men being dads, and I just needed some softness… And a little angst for Zevlor

✦ Fluff | Prt 1. For Zevlor but not needed to read this | Hint of Angst For Zevlor & Rolan | Dadphael

Rolan

Rolan stood by the window, cradling a newborn in his arms. The child, swaddled in soft, faded blue linens, was a stark contrast to the crimson of Rolan's skin. His tail swayed gently back and forth in rhythm with the quiet hum he sang to soothe the infant.

It was a rare sight indeed. He never thought he’d hum to some infant, let alone his very own. But he figured this child, his child, deserved everything he never got to experience. His own childhood had been marked by absence, devoid of a loving mothers touch and a fathers protection…

Life had not always been kind to Rolan. As an orphaned tiefling with horns that curled back like the branches of a twisted tree and eyes the color of molten gold, he had wandered through his early years shrouded in solitude. No last name to claim, no family to return to after his day's adventures. That was until Cal and Lia found him.

Now, here he stands in a grand tower to call his own, his life transformed yet again. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of a new beginning. His gaze drifted towards the bundle of pillows on the floor where you, his beloved, rested deeply. The labor had been long and taxing, and Rolan despised the fact it happened here in the tower. Still though, a faint smile crossed his features as he whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

The infant, perhaps sensing the warmth of his father's gratitude, joined in on the thanks and cooed softly, a delicate sound that seemed to stitch the very air with joy and its very own magic. Rolan chuckled, a sound rich with love, and lowered his face to plant a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.

But the tranquility of the moment was abruptly punctuated by a tiny sneeze from his little one. Reflexively, Rolan pulled back slightly, just in time to see a small flame burst forth from the baby’s nostrils... The flame caught the ends of Rolan’s hair, igniting them with a soft fizz.

Rolan's initial annoyance flickered across his face as quickly as the flame had caught his hair. He patted down the singed ends with a practiced hand, his expression melting into one of bewildered joy. The tiny sneeze had revealed something extraordinary about his child.

“By the stars,” Rolan murmured, his annoyance flickering away as quickly as it had ignited, replaced by a surge of excitement. “A sorcerer?… Or should I say, sorceress?” His voice was a mix of wonder and pride as he looked down at his daughter, whose big eyes blinked back at him, unaware of her fiery debut, “If you wish to master your skills you’ll need a good teacher. Thankfully you have everything you need- right here.”

Turning back towards the cozy corner where you slept, his tail continued swishing softly behind him. Carefully, almost tenderly, he nudged the sheet with the tip of his tail, pulling it up to tuck around you more securely. He then sat down beside you, his smile never wavering.

“I- I can't thank you enough,” Rolan reached for your hand, holding it gently between his, “Before you, my world was a tapestry with beautiful threads but no real picture.” he glanced down at yours and his daughter, “you've helped me start a family to call my own, besides Cal and Lia.”

His tail curled around, encircling both himself and his daughter as he continued to hold your hand.

Once an orphan, now a cherished father and partner. Rolan found himself at the center of his own growing family, with a sense of belonging he had never imagined possible.

Zevlor

His sleep was anything but peaceful… Zevlor tossed his head from side to side, his features twisting in torment. The sheets were crumpled beneath him, damp with sweat, as he muttered a sullen, “gods... no.” Each word was a whisper of despair, barely escaping his lips as the nightmare clenched its cold fingers around his mind.

In the throes of his dream, he found himself with blood stained hands as you lay lifeless in his arms. His hands tainted with your blood, his own sword impaled through your slightly distended abdomen… The nightmare depicted a grim scene where the influence of the Absolute had pushed him too far. By the time he realized his actions, it was tragically too late…

While holding your still form, Zevlor shut his eyes tightly, tear drops forming at their edges, desperately praying to any deity that might hear his cries, begging that this horror was not reality. Yet, upon reopening his eyes, the haunting image remained unchanged… There you were, still and devoid of life. His hand grazed your stomach, his head resting against yours, as he envisioned the life that might have been…

The tiefling bolted upright, shaken from the harrowing nightmarish slumber, his heartbeat pounding as the nightmarish visions clung to his mind. He extended his hand hesitantly, a wave of relief washing over him when he felt the comforting warmth of your sleeping figure beside him.

“It was only just a dream…” he whispered, though the words did little to calm his frayed nerves. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you close, his tail cooking around your leg to help keep you in place. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent as if to reassure himself of your presence. You stirred slightly but did not wake, for which he was grateful. He did not think he could speak of the horrors he'd seen. Far too afraid that you might have regrets keeping him at your side.

With a tilt of his head, Zevlor surveyed the room in search of the sole other treasure that held immense value in his existence. His infernal gaze landed on the crib where his beloved child peacefully slumbered. Silently he stood and peered into the crib, observing the delicate rhythm of his precious newborn’s tranquil breaths, finding solace in their steady respiration. Recollections of tender smiles and tiny grasping fingers alleviated the remnants of fear lingering in his thoughts.

How close he'd come to losing everything that day… When the absolute swayed him… Never again though. Never.

Quietly, Zevlor lifted the babe and returned to your side.

Holding his child close, the newborn's tiny heartbeat and warmth proof that the nightmare was not truly a reality.

“I vow to you, my child, and to your mother,” he whispered softly, his voice a tender rumble in the quiet of the night. “I will be your shield, your protector. No harm shall come to you as long as I draw breath.”

Zevlor's gaze shifted from the baby back to you. The sight of you both, safe and sound, was truly a balm to his troubled soul. Carefully, he adjusted his child in his arms, ensuring they were snug and secure. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed himself a moment to simply be present, soaking in the quiet joy of fatherhood and being your lover. The fears of his nightmare seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet confidence borne of love and duty.

As the night deepened, Zevlor continued to watch over his little family. Every so often, he would gently touch the baby's cheek or brush a soft kiss against your forehead. These small acts reaffirming himself that this comforting reality was indeed true, not merely an illusion.

Raphael

In your room where shadows danced with the dim candlelight, all was silent except for your gentle breaths as you slept soundly. The bed, large and ornate, cradled not only your dreams but also a newborn, wrapped in delicate linens embroidered with gold stitches. You, with a serene expression, appeared as a portrait of peace as you held your infant close to your heart.

It was always around this time that the air shifted subtly, a warmth flooding the room, a sharp scent of sulfur and cherries mingling with your very own fragrance. From the darker corners of the room emerged a figure, tall and imposing, wrapped in fine silks to match the hells of which he was born from.

As Raphael approached the bed, his movements were silent, almost reverent. His fingers, warm and soft, traced a path up your exposed arm, stopping just short of your face. For a moment, he merely stood, his gaze shifting between you and the child nestled within your arms. A rare, tender expression softened the harsh lines of his face.

With the care of one who handles precious artifacts, Raphael gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly tender, a contrast to his usual character. “Such a sleepy little mouse,” he murmured with an affectionate tone, one that seemed unfamiliar on his lips, “how quaint.”

Carefully, he lifted the infant from your embrace. The baby, undisturbed, continued to sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Raphael seated himself on the edge of the bed, ensuring every movement was calculated and silent, not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the infant's mother, you.

Holding the child merely inches from him, he looked at her with a complex mixture of emotions; affection, pride, perhaps even a hint of fear. His eyes, usually so piercing and cold, warmed as they rested on the child's placid face.

Raphael's attention was momentarily drawn to the balcony where a pseudo dragon perched, its eyes fixed on him with an unblinking gaze. The creature, a guardian by nature, watched with a protective intensity, ready to act should it perceive any threat to the child.

Turning his gaze back to the infant, Raphael spoke softly, his voice a whisper that carried weight and promise, “When she is grown, she will rule the nine hells with me.” The declaration was not just a statement of future events; it was a father's vow, a ruler's plan, “the perfect heir.” His daughter, this innocent soul, was not just any infant; she was his daughter, destined to share his ruling over the realms of damnation.

The room remained silent, the only sound the occasional flutter of the pseudo dragon's wings and the steady breathing of you and his child. Raphael continued to hold his daughter, his mind undoubtedly racing with plans and dreams of what was to come. For now, however, this moment was tender, a father bonding with his daughter, their future sprawling before them like the starlit sky outside the balcony.

#♡⟡˙⋆ 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 & 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓝𝓮𝔀𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 ⋆˙⟡♡#♡⟡˙⋆ 𝓩𝓮𝓿𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 ⋆˙⟡♡#♡⟡˙⋆ 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴 ⋆˙⟡♡#♡⟡˙⋆ 𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 ⋆˙⟡♡#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #zevlor #zevlor bg3 #bg3 Zevlor #Rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #rolan bg3 #raphael bg3 x reader #zevlor x reader #rolan x reader

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chaifootsteps · 3 days

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This is probably completely wrong but I remember when I first saw Ozzies I thought Blitzø was mad for a different reason. When he watches the illusion of Stella and Octavia walk away from stolas and fizz put him in the chair. He grimaces at stolas as if he’s genuinely disgusted with him for betraying his family. This is a guy who desperately loves his own family and would die before betraying them, with fizz being a grim reminder of that. He says “we don’t get rid of family” right from the beginning. But Stolas doesn’t care about that. The best he gives Via is “I know it’s a lot”

Outside the car when stolas says “Octavia is away with her mother this weekend so we could (have sex)” it’s one of the triggers that pisses blitzø off. But maybe it was me projecting, because when stolas sounded genuinely happy that Octavia was away because she isn’t permanently living in her own home anymore, so he could be alone with Blitzø I wanted to punch him. It just reminded me of Via saying that it doesn’t feel like home anymore because he ruined it.

Idk I wish I could write Blitzø because him being so family oriented while stolas is so sex and work oriented would be such an interesting conflict. It’d be a much deeper layer to him being upset with stolas too, especially because at the end of that night he looks at his photo of him his mom and his sister and that breaks him. He’d say “well if my daughter had to leave our home every weekend I’d be too busy doing anything i could to win her back to cuddle with a hooker. So why don’t you just call your kid for a change instead of sending me your booty calls. See you next full moon, boss.”

Apparently they’re having stolas do that now, prioritise his family, but it’s taken a year, two mental breakdowns from his daughter, and a full on rejection by Blitzø for him to start it. The shot where Blitzø is tugging on stolas’ arm and stolas pulls away to clench his fist in determination, it looks so fucking goofy because the roles have been utterly reversed.

Holy shit...we talk a lot about ways that scene could have gone and "reason you suck" speeches Blitzo could give Stolas, but I think this one might be the most in-character yet.

I read it in his voice, actually clapped a little. God, if only.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #stolitz critical #actual blog post #helluva boss critical #viv stuff

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e1e4n0r5 · 3 days

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King!Aemond x Queen!Rhaenyra-Daemon Daughter teaser

You stared at your grandsire Corlys, incredulity marking your face. Was this honestly his plan? He genuinely thought that not only would it work but that you would agree to it? Agree to marry your kinslayer uncle Aemond and end this godsforsaken war?

"It's the only solution, Y/N," he chided, albeit softly. "There has been too much death, on all sides. The people of the Realm need a resolution, they need this war to end."

"So you think to marry me to the man who murdered my brother, my grandmother, and my father?"

"Have you forgotten how you killed my brother Daeron and his dragon?" Aemond challenged, speaking for the first time since the meeting gathered. Until then he had been sat silently in his chair, twirling the tip of a stiletto dagger into the wooden arm of his chair.

Corlys banged his fist on the table to silence your retort, though you had none. You did kill Daeron, burning him and his dragon Tessarion alive with your own mount, the fearsome Cannibal. In the heat of the battle, you had cried out, 'Dracarys!' and the smaller she-dragon and her rider, your own uncle, had been consumed by the flames. You had been so shocked that you hadn't been able to stop Cannibal living up to his name and consuming what remained of Tessarion. The sounds of your mount's teeth chomping down and ripping apart the other dragon still haunted you.

"Stop it, both of you."

"Lord Corlys is right," Alicent spoke up. "All of this quarrel must cease. You two are the only ones who can resolve the situation we find ourselves in now."

"Or - just as an idea," you started sarcastically, "I, as the eldest and sole-surviving child of the true Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, rule in my own name, as I should always have done."

"I thought your mother named Jacaerys as her heir?" Aemond taunted.

Your heart cracked. "My mother was giving birth to her stillborn daughter when she made that proclamation. She wasn't thinking clearly."

He scoffed. "Maybe she thought a bastard son would still have been the better choice over a bastard daughter?"

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #angst

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queenpiranhadon · 3 days

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Hey hey

I wanted to request a dad aizawa x singer daughter :))

She is his only and biological daughter and wanted since she was little to become a singer and musician but never told Aizawa becase she thought he would told her to become a hero, and one day he finds her singing and playing an dificult instrumen.

Thankss

A/N: HIII IM SORRY THIS MIGHT BE KINDA BAD BC I HAVENT HAD A HEART TO HEART WITH MY DAD IN A WHILE LOLLL Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): reader uses she/her pronouns, slight cursing, inaccurate Japanese translations lol, violin terms bc I'm a violinist :), reader's biological mom is dead, Aizawa became a dad at 19 - he's like 34 in this jsyk, reader's 15-16 yrs old, mentions of being disowned, fluff, mentions of depression and death, Kae makes a really bad pun, hime means princess in Japanese

Pairing(s): Shota Aizawa x daughter f!reader (PLATONIC)

Link to the song in this fic~

•─────•°•❀•°•──── ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜʀɪ ────•°•☁︎•°•────•

“Goddamnit!” you groan, as you fiddle with your violin. (LMAO PUN!! sorry)

Your fingers ached, as you tried to nail down the pizzicato run at the top of the page. However, your fingers refused to move with the fluency they used you, and you felt the calluses starting to develop on the surface of your fingertips.

Self-teaching yourself to play the violin was a pain in the ass, but you were determined to go to a performing arts school once you graduated junior high.

The only problem?

Your father was Shota Aizawa, underground pro hero Eraser Head, and was not only a pro, but also a teacher at UA High School- one of the top schools for pro heroes in training.

You loved your father to the ends of the earth, as he did you, considering your small family only consisted of the two of you, your mother having died during childbirth. Aizawa, only 19 at the time, struggled with the loss of his lover, but you helped him get through it.

You were his pride and joy, the perfect combination of his love and himself, his precious daughter.

Nothing you could do could make him hate you.

And you knew that, but your insecurities were bigger.

What if he wanted you to become a pro hero like him?

In all honesty, you didn’t see that future for yourself. It was an honorable job, one that you knew was very important, and a job many children wished to have in the future, and yet, that was never your dream.

Pro heroes went out every day, fighting with their lives on the line, patrols constantly, dealing with paparazzi, not to mention the

paperwork

It wasn’t that you weren’t ambitionless, no, certainly not, but it wasn’t something you found passion in.

But to be fair, if you were successful in your career path, there would sure be a lot of paparazzi either way.

You were set on following a path into the performing arts, but it was always a little disheartening whenever you heard your Uncle Hizashi or Auntie Nemuri go “Awww Y/N! You’re going to be an amazing pro hero when you’re older, so kind and so determined”

You knew they meant well, but still.

Sighing you set down your violin, gently setting it down in your case and safely securing you bow in before tucking it underneath your bed. That’s where most of your instrumental arsenal lived, all compact and tucked away, awaiting your every musical whim.

You worked tirelessly to earn enough money for each of your instruments for the past two years, combing through online marketplaces and sales to find decently priced quality instruments.

Grabbing your keyboard and setting it up, your fingers find their way to ivory keys that played a sequence you knew well.

The notes left your fingers immediately, music filling your bedroom walls as a stream of tunes flow like a waterfall, smooth and connected, and yet, somehow still intense in its own way.

Music is a form of communication, you always thought. The right notes paired together convey moods, thoughts, feelings. It always amazed you how something as simple as sequential pitches could convey something words never could.

Ai shika kanjitaku mo nai (I don't want to feel anything but love) you sang, letting yourself get lost in the music.

Mou nan no wakehedate mo na (There's no difference anymore)

Matomete kakatte kinasai (Please call all at once)

Ima nara subete uketomeru kara (I'll accept everything now)

You finish the song with a resounding chord, the room eerily quiet without any music flowing through it, until a slow clap breaks the silence.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You jump in surprise, scrambling away from the keyboard to see your father standing in the doorway of your room, the look on his face unreadable.

You turn bright red and feel your heart sink.

You never told your father about your dreams and aspirations for the future- what would be say now?

You steel yourself, taking in a deep breath.

Calm down, Y/N. He wouldn’t disown you because you don’t want to be a pro. And plus, it’s my life! I should have a say in what I want to do. You think to yourself.

“Dad, I don’t want to be a pro hero...” you mumble out, refusing to look at him. “I want to be a musician, or a singer! I really like music and it just...really makes me happy.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and you think with a sinking heart that he’s furious, but then a chuckle is heard, almost deafening in the silent room.

“Oh, thank god.” he exhales in relief, leaving you staring at him, dumbfounded.

“Y-You’re not mad...?” you ask, extremely confused.

“Oh no, of course not hime - don't even think that. I'm so sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me anything. ” he says, and you’re put at ease. “Everyday, pro heroes go through pain and hardships to try to save the people of this world.”

He sighs “Many pros lose their sanity and fall into an abyss of depression and despair because it’s too much for them. “he looks at you, his eyes genuine and sincere. “I don’t want that life for you.”

You hug him, and his arms wrap around you comfortingly.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too, hime.”

Then he pulls away with a sly grin on his face. “So, you gonna show me what you’ve been working on?”

Your face flushes and you shove his arm playfully.

“Dad!”

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hey sorry this might be a stupid question, but who is Calvin rose? cause I know a bit about him from scrolling through ur blog but not much and was wondering if u could tell me more

Hi!

Calvin Rose is the main character from the DC comic series called Talon.

He had… a very rough childhood. His earliest memories are of his dad locking him in an old dog kennel and throwing away the key. Calvin managed to escape after three days outside without food or water and ran away. He was maybe six years old at that point. Maybe even younger.

Eventually he ended up at Haly’s circus where an old escape artist offered to teach Calvin his trade. He accepted.

Calvin spent the next few years learning everything he could from the man, performing along with the other circus inhabitants (like the Flying Graysons) and demonstrating his skills at getting out of seemingly inescapable bonds.

This is what ultimately attracted the attention of the Court of Owls, and after a private performance they offered to train him as someone who would help “root out the rats” in Gotham City. Calvin, baited by promises of ‘heroism’ and ‘the greater good’ was starstruck and agreed to come with them.

The Court trained him into the perfect Talon then, and at one point the “right of passage” that all Talons had to go through was upon him. The Court locked him in their labyrinth with the goal to kill the current Talon. Calvin succeeded… and was driven nearly mad with guilt over his actions.

The Court intended to let him stew in this moral dilemma for an indefinite amount of time, “breaking him in” (ie brainwashing him). Calvin, desperate to escape the tomb like silence and madness of the labyrinth, was the first one to escape that place within a day of being there. The Court found him the next day chilling in their meeting room, asleep. Instead of angry, they were impressed.

Then they sent him on his first real mission: to end the Washington bloodline.

Calvin didn’t think much of it… until he saw his target and realized the Court wanted him to kill a young mother and her two year old daughter.

He noped the hell out, took both girls, and ran fast and far away. Making sure the Court wouldn’t be able to harm them.

So yeah, character introduction ksksksks

There’s a bunch more stuff happening after this of course, but I think this is a good summary of how he started out.

He dies at one point, gets revived as an undead Talon, has a not so fun time, gets dunked in the Lazarus Pit… but yeah. A very cool character!

#Calvin rose #talon #comics #meta #court of owls #ghost talks

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Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 1 Part 9.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Mother, I need to talk to you urgently.”

"Enter"

Bela entered accompanied by a young omega and Alcina frowned as she noticed the scent of guilt that surrounded both of them, as well as that of her daughter's anger.

"Tell me"

Bela took a deep breath but her scent continued to radiate intensely, whatever she had been through was seriously affecting her.

Pointing to the woman behind her Bela proceeds to speak in a controlled tone. “Zina has informed me of a series of abuses towards the alpha by the other maids.” The scent of guilt increases. "Since the first day the alpha started living here, she has been a victim of verbal and physical attacks to the point of avoiding contact with the other staff as much as possible. The only group that seems to treat her with decency is the kitchen staff, the Head Maid Greta, the Master Carpenter Relia and the Chef Dorottea”

Alcina sighed placing a new cigarette in the holder and proceeding to smoke.

You were a magnet for trouble.

“She could have talked to Greta or you instead of hiding it to save her pride.”

“Umm Lady Dimitrescu.”

The lady of the house turned to see the maid.

"What?"

“I don't think it was out of pride, you see, for as long as I can remember, that woman has been treated like that.”

That´s impossible, alphas were revered, an alpha woman while treated worse than a man would still be considered better than omegas or betas.

"Her parents had kicked her out of the house and no one from her family came to help her. She survived by doing work for the elderly for a miserable pay. I remember seeing her sleeping on the streets of the square with only her old and torn clothes for shelter she stopped doing it after a group of men beat her, complaining that she infected the place with her smell.” The young servant lowered her head. "I learned that one of the elders had sold her a cabin far from the town with a narrow path surrounded by trees, I thought that the Lycans would be the ones who would end her life." Looking up, Alcina noticed the pity in the woman's eyes. “If she didn't say anything, it wasn't out of pride, it was because for her that was normal.”

The matriarch rubbed her temples.

“So, Lucia attacked her and finally broke her patience.”

Directing her gaze to the servant, she noticed how she squeezed her hands tightly, fear mixed with her guilt.

But he was overshadowed by the scent of fury that come from her daughter.

The human cleared her throat.

“The alpha was heading to the kitchen when Carla sent her a lewd comment, the alpha ignored her, but she stopped and attacked after hearing what Lucia said.”

Lady Dimitrescu stared at the servant.

“What did she say?”

The woman was shaking.

“She told Carla not to joke like that because being mounted by a stray dog was something disgusting.”

Alcina raised an eyebrow.

The human gulped.

“And if Lady Cassandra was so desperate to be fucked, she might as well have let the Lycans use her tight pussy.”

BAM

CRASH

The desk collided with the shelf, shattering both with the impact.

The maid was almost crying, she stammered, unable to continue with her story because of the terror that the scent of mother and daughter's fury caused her.

"Get out of here"

She didn't have to repeat it.

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The silence was broken by Bela.

"The alpha maintained her composure the entire month without even growling or returning words, only attacking when the honor of the omega of her interest was attacked." If it weren't for her gloves her nails would have already pierced the skin of her hand. "And even she maintained enough control to just attack the culprit, no one else was hurt, she didn't go into a frenzy despite the immense fury she felt." The weight of her actions and her hasty conclusions weighed on her. “We let our prejudices control us” she gave a humorless laugh. "How ironic"

The wounds on your body were not caused by parents trying to control a rebellious alpha who was trying to impose her authority, they were made by a man and a woman who sought to cleanse the stigma of your existence with your blood.

Bela assumed the worst about you, despite knowing what you had done for her sister. If you had tried to take advantage of Cassandra, she would have killed you in seconds, regardless of whether she was at the peak of her heat. However, she was happy with you and if Daniela didn’t' interrupted you, both of you would have ended up mated. By the Black God, your first action was to comfort her when you saw her again! You were covered in dirt and had glass embedded in the soles of your feet and yet your priority was Cassandra.

How was that different from the way humans treated her family?

Every time new staff arrived, they always whispered the same rumors:

The Dimitrescu kidnapped women to enslave them, experiment on them and consume their blood.

The Dimitrescu devoured any man who had the misfortune of entering her territory.

The eldest daughter had a frozen heart, unable to feel anything for anyone.

The middle daughter was a brute beast whose only pleasure was to cause pain and misery.

The youngest daughter had a damaged brain, living in fantasies that when broken, blood stained the floor.

That's what the townspeople said.

She was not going to deny that in the early years they had no control over the bloodlust they had and would go into a frenzy at the slightest event. But mother kept them trapped in the castle and taught them to control themselves, there were no servants and the castle was neglected for years. The day they came to their senses and realized what they were eating they refused to eat until hunger sent them back into a frenzy, to survive and maintain control they needed at least human blood there was no other option.

Over the years they got used to it, blood and violence were part of them, it was their nature to deny it would be to deny themselves. Bela could be apathetic at times, Cassandra enjoyed punishing the maids, and Daniela sometimes lost track of reality. However, things were not exactly like the rumors, something that few maids understood:

There were almost never kidnappings, the women were the ones looking for work and they did it under a contract with everything they had to do, as well as the accommodations they needed. The punishments and deaths were only when they failed to comply with what was agreed, which while it was common, they did not mindlessly kill all the staff who entered the castle; some even preferred to live in the castle for the rest of their lives and in the end offered their meat as food.

The men who entered the territory tried to kill them or take advantage of the maids, acting in a rude and disgusting manner.

Bela was quiet but not cruel and any problem was listened carefully and solved appropriately.

Cassandra spent her time fighting to protect the castle's inhabitants. Many servants died at her hands, but others were saved by her from being killed by wild animals or subjected to perversions by intruders.

Daniela used to comfort the maids and try to liven up their stay, her attacks were not violent and were actually painful to witness.

Despite this, the vast majority refused to see through their prejudices because the simple fact of not being human was enough to hate them and break the rules, which led them to learn about the famous cruelty of the Dimitrescu.

Bela hated that they created a false truth based on only rumors and prejudices without even trying to see the other side of the coin.

And that's what she did with you.

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As she felt the scent of her guilt increase, Alcina approached her daughter and knelt in front of her, delicately wiping away the tears that, due to her surprised look, the girl she didn't even know had shed.

Bela took a deep breath, leaning closer to the hand that was caressing her. She stayed there for a few seconds before composing herself and slightly distancing away from her.

Alcina sighed, but she knew that her daughter would not stop feeling guilty until this mess was solved.

“What comes next mother?”

“I will take the alpha out of the dungeon and take her to her room; you look for Greta and tell her to bring me a first aid kit, then go with Daniela to pick Lucia, have fun with her.”

“And Cassandra?”

“She is still punished by not going to the dungeons for at least another four months, but you can ask her for advice on how to proceed with Lucia.”

The blonde rolled her eyes smiling. “She will talk for hours”

Alcina smiled. “Of course she will.”

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“Come on, stretch more. Aren't you hungry?”

It was too far away, the only thing you would do was open your wounds. You had to accept that you weren't going to eat today.

Footsteps echoed along the walls and a scent of roses reached you, you knew who was coming.

The maid knew the same, for a moment you thought she would bring you the tray, but instead she threw it on the floor.

“Lady Dimitrescu, it's good that you've arrived!” Fake tears ran down her cheeks as she pointed at you. “This beast attacked me, causing me to throw away the tray of food that I so generously brought her, it's a danger!” You sighed as you smelled the lady's anger, you didn't try to defend yourself after all it was your word against hers and Lady Dimitrescu would not be on your side.

SLASH

“AHH!”

A cut adorned the face of the servant who tried to contain the blood between sobs.

“Get out of my sight and be thankful I don't cut your tongue off, you lying rat.”

The woman ran out and the matriarch looked at you, the scent of roses was stronger and underneath it was an emotion that you couldn't identify.

Without saying anything she opened the door to your cell.

"Get out"

You tried to stand up, but dizziness caused you to stagger and fall.

You heard the woman sigh “You're a mess.”

Hands lifted you up by your armpits and then placed your head on a white shoulder. The lady placed her arm under your legs. You were amazed at the ease with which she could carry you like a little girl.

The scent was stronger but you still didn't know what emotion it contained.

But the tiredness you felt was too much and the scent of roses was so relaxing.

You slept the entire way with your face hidden in the matriarch's neck and a purr in your chest.

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Princess Daisy’s Past, Her Family, and her Kingdom

Personal Headcanons List so far

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Because it seemed like quite a few people were interested in some of my Daisy fan works. I decided to release this list of headcanons, which I actually found out I abandoned a while ago. Just decided to polish up and add more!

Before I go on, I just would like to add some context of my own kind-of AU and lore about Daisy’s father. (Since the fandom calls him Richard, I’ll be using that name too!) Some of these are just complete brainstorming. So in the future, info might change.

Now we got that out of the way, hope you enjoy this almost mini-book length lore, haha. Take your time, no pressure. But consider this as a little treat for those who love fan-lores and such!

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Sarasaland’s History

Sarasaland was either a Barren wasteland, where 4 Kingdoms have been at each other’s throats for a long time in prior history.

Or, it was once a prosperous land. But one where it had been oppressed and enslaved by a crueler rule.

Whichever idea I was planning, it’s important to know that before Current Sarasaland, it was said to have been a bleak and dark place where “Not even flowers would even dare bloom”. The innocent folk there always dreamed of seeing beautiful fields of flowers.

There was supposed to be a miracle event that was recorded in a historical book entry about the day that Sarasaland was saved. From an account written by someone unknown:

“…Gone was the grey, somber Plume Filled Sky. When the Rays of light shone through, For the first time in ages, we saw crystal blue. Blessed by a miracle, the sight of flowers blooming all across the land. We have been kept in darkness for so long, now finally free from a cruel ironic-clad hand.”

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Daisy and her Family

Daisy’s Father

I had ideas that Daisy’s Father may not even have originally been of royal blood at all. However, he ended up being the ‘Hero’ of his time long ago, when he and his comrades swore to save Sarasaland. And because of his spirit in battle and admirable leadership, he was chosen to be the King of the Land. A bit like Mario and Luigi being the signature heroes of Mushroom Kingdom.

The way Richard was crowned Prince could be similar to how Princess Peach would go through a process in the Super Mario Bros movie 2023. A time period of training, until he was very much ready to be crowned.

I 100% believe that this is a like Father, like Daughter situation. Daisy has inherited much more of her personality from her Father than her mother, and it shows. People would wonder how a Princess can be so battle-ready, rough and brave? Just take one look at her Father, and you’ll see why! She has very much inherited her his stubborn, and often at times very energetic and silly nature.

Personality wise, I assume that current Richard is overall, a tough man. A Veteran. He might look a bit too intimidating. But deep down, he still has a good heart that cares for the well-being of those around him.

Even more so, he melts when he’s around his wife. He adores his daughter even more so, because she is all he has left. So I guess we can believe with certainty, that Richard is definitely an overprotective type over things he loves and cares for.

When he was his younger self, he was more of a Bright-Eyed and determined youth. Leaning towards more of the stereotypical hero figure. Over time, he did learn to become a stronger and good leader. But as he grew older, there show the traces of a slightly grumpy older man.

There was that point where he did made sure to keep a child Daisy in the confines of the castle, right after losing his wife.

At first, the subjects and other 4 Kings thought this was a necessary and appropriate idea. But a while after, they started to think that the Princess might be sad if she was to constantly be watched over and told to stop doing things and be careful.

The King’s mindset would end up changing, when he finds a Diary that his wife used to own around the time when they were both still Prince and Princess.

The contents of the diary contained deep, poignant feelings and emotions. The most that moved his heart, was when she would describe her love for the King. All in all, Richard got an insight of his late Wife’s thoughts. Her happiest moments showed how genuine, kind and free the Queen felt, and how much of a beautiful person she was inside and out.

It was then Richard decided to do what was right, and to raise his Daughter to not always just be cautious and meek. But to be brave, carefree and unafraid, letting her flourish to be her best self. So that in the future, he would be able to have more faith in Daisy being able to take care and fight for herself.

At the beginning, He began teaching Daisy at a young age on how to fight and defend herself, along with giving her scholars that teach her about Sarasaland’s history. It’s a bit later that Richard had the idea of Daisy being also mentored by the 4 Kings in Sarasaland. This is the reason why Daisy is so headstrong and strategic as she is now. Also opening for the idea of her having a close familal relationship with the other Kingdoms, and how much they trust and have faith in her.

I actually thought it would be an interesting take to get some inspirations from the 1993 Daisy in the live action Super Mario Bros movie. A personal Headcanon (And inspired from her original personality), is that despite being a tomboy, Daisy values and treasures history and culture. Being quite knowledgeable in some things across the cultures of the 4 Kingdoms under her rule.

It’s because Richard wanted Daisy to be able to know her kingdom like the back of her palm. In fact, Daisy’s vast knowledge with certain historical things comes off as a surprise to most others. It may be even implied that Daisy could even be able to read and speak certain languages. Funnily enough, Daisy is also quite savvy when it comes to financial things.

But with Daisy being Daisy, she is more of an assertive Soldier/Leader. A bit different to Peach being a calm and caring Diplomat.

On the Day Tatanga made his presence known, the King only found out about the invasion during his usual visitings with the Palace Scientist’s (A bit like their version of Prof E. Gadd).

One of the Scientists gave reports about how for the past few days, there have been strange activity of something entering and lingering within the world’s Atmosphere, Somewhere above Sarasaland. This strange activity would try to emit signals. which each time, seem to grow more powerful every day.

After Richard asks when the next signal could be predicted, all computers and systems were hijacked. Each and every communicative technology displaying a sinister message, Implication of an invasion. The King immediately took action, initiating an entire announcement throughout the entire land. However, they were little too late.

The Main Sarasaland Palace was seized as Tatanga and his army would make his appearance. But not wanting to give up, The King was able to cause a rebellion. Sparking the first Battle with the Alien Army.

At this point is where I thought of the idea that originally, it seemed like that Both the King and his daughter were going to escape together, trying to reach one of the Warp pipes.

However, the big reveal was that The King had only wanted to assist his Daughter in making sure the Future Heir of Sarasaland, would escape safety. Richard would stay and fend for the Kingdom he swore to protect. As he said “Much like your mother did in her last moments, before they took her away.”

Richard believed that because The Aliens had been above their land for quite some time before they attacked, they had been surveying the land down below. And in turn, knew everything on what to expect. If Daisy were to escape, it was highly likely that she could reach other Kingdoms in time and ask for help, places where Tatanga would have not been able to reach just yet.

Daisy initially refused to leave her Father. But at the end, Richard ordered the Sphinx King Totomesu to take Daisy away to the last warp pipe. And that once Daisy was able to be transferred successfully, to destroy the Warp pipe afterwards. The last thing that Daisy saw before she was knocked out from the Warp Pipe being destroyed, was her father and the other 4 Kings going right into battle.

Usually I would go the route of “Parents have died” route. But I’m juggling with a potential idea that in fact, both of Daisy’s parents are not actually dead. She may have initially thought so. But both her Mother and Father in both occurrences, have only been taken away. But in Daisy’s case, she has witnessed Tatanga perform the mind control across almost all residents of Sarasaland.

It is through her Father’s will, which drives Daisy to take back and free her Kingdom and her father.

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Daisy’s Mother

(She is sort of like a Fan Character/Oc at the point. And because I have a name for her, I’ll be referring to her as such here!)

Queen Laelia. A woman of knowledge and intellect, A preserver and appreciator of history and culture. She is pictured to be calm, elegant, kind, gentle and wise. However, she is also known to be firm and confident when it comes to decision making. Yet also understanding and more willing to hear the perspectives of anyone to gain an understanding of them.

Her Namesake is inspired from the Laelia Orchid flower, known for its purple colour. She might have some hint of magical abilities, or has a connection with magical places or objects.

Laelia could potentially be a descendant of long past ancestors from Sarasaland. That, or her ancestors were known to have an old holiday home/territory/Base somewhere located within one corner or Sarasaland. However during her time before she met Richard, she only knew life of her own Kingdom, located across the sea.

Because of this, she always felt like there was a ‘calling’ for her to one day see Sarasaland. Yet, she couldn’t quite place why. Her name might serve as a little indicator that Her Ancestors adopted the floral naming ideas, showing how deep their connection with the homeland runs.

Surprisingly, It’s Laelia whose main role as the Botanist/Plant specialist in the family. Daisy just ends up sharing and taking up similar hobbies and passions as her Mother did. But Daisy might more under the Explorer/Archaeologist role.

A young Princess Laelia would have met a Prince Richard when she was arriving to Sarasaland. Her Royal family treated this trip as a big deal, as this would be the first time they were able to set foot on Sarasaland docks. About a year or more prior, was when the news of Sarasaland being saved became public celebration.

The Princess and her family were impressed at the efforts for the 4 Kings in making the most of their efforts to restore Sarasaland to its former beauty. And even moreso shocked, as the Princess was always told that for the longest time, Sarasaland had lost its beauty and flowers. Yet here, the land was now thriving with no more war.

Laelia’s Interactions with Richard began when the Prince offered to give her a tour of Sarasaland, when she personally asked to be able to learn more as a part of her research and studies. Surprisingly, the Prince took up the role of Acting almost like a guide or advisor to her and her family.

This would lead to The Princess being curious as to why he offered to personally guide her, instead of sending a subject instead. The Prince mentions how much pride and love he has for the land. And how he will always wholeheartedly be a supporter to advocate for how much the Land changed him for the better. It was his job to oversee as much of the responsibility he can, so all of the civilians can live life in peace and free from worry. However, he mentions that if the Princess would like to have interviews with some of the local folk, he’ll gladly let her.

While Laelia’s family had to return to their kingdom, she opted to stay in Sarasaland for a while in order to keep watch, and to learn more about the development and culture. She promised that she would come home some time after them.

However, during this window of time, the Princess was slowly growing attached to Sarasaland. And unbeknownst to her, The Prince was the first to Harbor feelings for her as time went on. This would all build up throughout more interactions with the Prince, and soon ended up falling in love with one another.

When it was time for her to go back to her kingdom, she of course felt sadness when Even when she promised that one day she will return. But at that point, the thought of not being able to see Richard again made her feel down.

This would later be picked up by a family member (Could be mother, uncle, aunt or sibling ect) who couldn’t help but be concerned about the Princess. At first, the Princess tries to hide this, as her time there was meant to be strictly professional. But said family member would put the pieces together. Commenting how they noticed that from reports they heard, Laelia looked like she belonged there. That she had a newfound happiness.

This would later become a process of Laelia discussing with her Father. The King arranging to return to Sarasaland again with his daughter. And after some further discussion between two Kingdoms, there would come to an agreement that re-uniting and reforming an alliance that was once broken, would be the first beneficial step for both Kingdoms.

After a Wedding being arranged and taken place in Sarasaland. The Princess would gain her title as Queen, and the Prince now became a King.

Some time after, The Queen would give birth to their first and only child, A Daughter. They decided to name her Daisy, after the Queen’s favourite flowers.

(*NOTE!! At this point I’m not so concrete and fleshed out on this part of the story next, so these are just potential ideas)

The Queen would be able to be with her Daughter throughout most of her early childhood. However, the first life-changing incident would happen at a festival at the Queen’s home Kingdom.

During the yearly festival, an attack was made where a Villain wanted to take something from the kingdom. Maybe an object that radiated energy or held ancient secrets and knowledge that kept the kingdom thriving. A planned mission. All in all, if this object was taken, the Kingdom would call into Chaos.

At this point, there may be an implication that Daisy’s Mother has a magical ability. ( a Hand Power?? Similar to Firebrand or Thunderhand?) Maybe always born with one. So even when the enemy had failed to take the Prized object. They unfortunately managed to take Daisy’s Mother away. And the little Princess had witnessed it all.

Both Kingdoms were left grieving immensely after the incident. And even as both sides tried to heal over time, this was where Richard would have developed that time period of protectiveness over his Daughter for a little while.

#super mario #nintendo #the super mario bros movie #princess daisy #super mario land #fan character #headcanons #headcanon #fan lore #super mario movie #head canon #lore #sarasaland

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obligatory fankid ideas + general thoughts

mostly abt staticradio but there’s other ships because I’ve lost all control. Everything after the first fankid is under the cut.

(Disclaimer: I see Alastor as a demiromantic ace, so do not come onto this post to start petty bullshit. I prefer this ship as two-sided, end of.)

First, the obvious. If Alastor and Vox had a kid, it would be a daughter. Why? Because if we go off their interactions with Niffty or Velvette, they are very girldad in vibe. I know Velvette’s more like... a friend/sister to Vox - they are closer in age than Niffty is to Al, as Velvette’s obviously 30 something, but there's still that generational gap given she was most likely born in the 70s - but still. Their interactions strike as found family type, even if it's a fucked up kind. Same with Niffty and Alastor. That, and I cannot see them raising a son and that kid not growing up to be like...Cain.

I think the girl would resemble Al, but with Vox’s colors, like most design such fankids. But I think the blue in her hair would be dark navy blue, borders on looking black. Maybe heterochromia type eyes? One red, one blue as a diamond. Her fur would be like... really light blue. And she'd have spiral patterns somewhere because Vox.

Despite this, this fankid I envision - Aimee, I call her - is both her fathers' daughter and nothing like them all at once. She has a favoritism for televisions yet an adoration for radios. Modernity isn’t something she fully accepts and she likes some old traditional stuff, yet wouldn’t be afraid to mix either if it’s fun. She can intimidate and bribe, manipulate like both - yet most of the time remains easy-going, kind and with an attitude that draws people in easy that her fathers feel horrified by. How could their little heir be so soft?

Its like that scene in the old Addams family show where Pugsley becomes a boys scout and plays with a puppy, Gomez and Morticia thinking he’s lost it. That’s Alastor and Vox with Aimee.

Despite this, they still love their daughter fiercely. Granted, it wasn’t easy at first. She was created from their magic combining, accidentally, and thus Alastor nearly relapsed. He wasn’t sure what to do with the little fawn, now snug in Vox’s arms. Vox didn’t have experience with kids, much less babies, but he wasn’t going to let her go - all while Alastor was reliving memories of his childhood. An abusive father who beat him, his mother always trying to protect him - a fear rose up. Would he repeat the cycle?

He left Vox’s tower that he moved into, after they finally got over their bullshit and became the power couple. He left not due to contract, and repression of his feelings for him. He left to protect their kid from the possibility he could potentially hurt her. He's always had a favoritism of women and girls. It gets bitter when it's his daughter now.

Alastor goes to Rosie first, who promptly calls him out on being a dumbass and thinking of leaving his child and Vox. "You have every right to be afraid, and you need to work on recovery - but not at the expense of your own offspring and her development plus your husband who you just FIXED YOUR TRUST ISSUES WITH. YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT."

He tries. The first five months are rough. Vox was hurt even if Alastor came back quickly this time. Alastor struggled to hold Aimee and try not to think of himself. Trying to repress the questions of why his father would think to - and he grows protective of his daughter in the process, though not as much as Vox. Vox who babyproofs literally everything.

By the time Aimee walks and talks, it's slightly better. Rosie comes over, helps a lot even if her experience with being a mom is basically adopting Charlie as her own despite the fact Charlie’s a grown ass woman. Ah well. Details! Rosie's a great aunt. Mimzy’s an even better aunt and spoils the kid rotten. They become her favorites instantly.

Velvette would also spoil Aimee but makes little outfits for her, ties bows in her hair. Unfortunately Aimee isn’t a girly girl and usually takes off the frilly stuff for casual clothes. Overalls and stuff. Velvette’s hurt and thinks Al is somehow to blame. Actually it’s Vox but no one tell her, she will be biased no matter what.

Husk makes himself an uncle to the kid, alongside Angel. This pains Alastor inside, hearing Aimee call the buffoons "uncles." But can he deny her that? Nope. He's just glad Charlie and Niffty can be better influences. Also the kid is built with a passion to annoy Lucifer, Lilith AND Adam who’s basically living up the sinner life by the time she’s "born." Vox and Al are so proud!

Misc:

If I can bring other fankids into this... Aimee's friend group is basically Ayn, Sal/Salvatore, Lukas, Orion, Wynonna and Nicole. Who are Guitarspear, Huskerdust, Chaggie, Stolitz, Strella and Niffty x Baxter kids respectively. (Let me have my fun crossover shhh)

There's also Moxxie and Millie's triplets, Mason, Morgan, and Marilyn but they're like, four Yeats younger, so Aimee is often stuck babysitting... bummer.

Aimee is the least gremlin-like of the group and it frustrates Vox because she's a sweet little doe and these other kids are little shitheads who are the bane of his existence. He is very competitive as a result and probably ended up fistfighting several times. Alastor had to bandage his wrist and screen twice.

Aimee sees Carmilla and Zestial as like, grandparents. Only because Alastor’s mom Maeva is in heaven, and Vox’s mom is too. Vox and Alastor’s dads were both shitty and abusive, so as a result... the two oldest overlords become honorary grandparents. She calls Carmilla "mamie" and Zestial "Papi". Zestial’s basically willing to take her as his precious granddaughter, while Carmilla is a bit apprehensive because she and Vox never got along - but fuck it, the kid is cute. Too bad her dads are assholes and will do anything to make her an equally big menace.

The bane of Adam's existence is that his dynamite Ayn is friends with edgelord's kid. That being said, Vox pays him to shut the fuck up, so he tries to resign to this. Ayn is slightly less of a menace as a result of Aimee's influence, ironically. Same cannot be said for Orion or Nicole, who drag Aimee into lots of trouble and make Alastor contemplate whether he risk pissing Niffty and a demon that ranks higher off, or let this continue.

I will expand on more later because I have many ideas.

#hazbin hotel #radiostatic #staticlovetune #staticradio #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #nagarusu talk.png #fankids and all their niches #it takes place after some slow burn and a couple years + Al and Vox are married #Romantic husbands. Murder husbands maybe.#I specify bc no mistag (which I've seen so often)

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The Beast You’ve Made Of Me.

Premise: After moving to the town of San Dimas in 1990, you figured it was nothing more but a small town filled with like minded drama. You’ve been uprooted mid senior year because of your “behavioral problems”, as your mother would put it, and it hasn’t been easy fitting in. Lucky you, you find the one person there you can really trust, your sweet and loving boyfriend Ted. It’s the night of a big party out in the woods, one last hurrah before the end of your senior year, and you debut you and Ted as a couple. The drama from that gossip turns out to be the least of your worries when your boyfriend is dragged away mid smoke sesh by something from the woods. When he reappears later, distant, and uninterested in seeing you, you begin to wonder what’s really going on. You soon learn that the town of San Dimas, California is hiding more secrets than you thought.

One thing you know for sure, you have to be careful when the moon is full…

CW/Tags: Hurt, Angst, Ted/Evil!Ted/This is kind of a Jekyll and Hyde situation, Werewolf AU, stoner!ted + reader, cheerleader!reader, eventual smut, slowish burn, clueless!reader, sweet but sad!reader, longing, outcast!reader, small town gossip/drama, revenge flirting, angry/needy, p in v, knotting, dubcon, drunk!reader, biting, tasting blood, size kink, aftercare?, cuddling, slight mentions of breeding, cute ending/happy ending/comfort ending.

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“Isn't it supposed to rain tonight?” You overhear one of the other party goers say shyly as pewter clouds churn overhead.

“Yeah, but it ain’t raining yet!” One of the ‘future-frat-boy’ seniors belts out followed by the howls of his pack, otherwise known as the San Dimas football team.

“Well, you know what they say about being out on a full moon…” One of the popular girls complains in a whiny tone, allowing an in for the jocks to make fun of her which for all they know could be flirting.

“Ohhh, someone's scared of the big bad wolf?” They tease while mimicking wolfish noises loudly.

Despite the stars being blocked out by threatening storm clouds, the full moon rules bright between tuffs of gray, an amber ring echoing around it. You watch it, perplexed by its color, not watching your step as you hike towards the lodge. Your white converse hits an uncovered mossy root and for a second you think you will already start to embarrass yourself for the night by falling in front of everyone.

Then, a gentle hand helps to steady your elbow, the other resting on your lower back, your tight, cream crop top exposing the skin there.

“Hey, easy now…” You hear the soft tones of your boyfriend's voice whisper to you.

You turn towards him, a small smile pulling at the corners of your glossy lips as you look into his comforting brown eyes. He returns the smile and gives your cheek a gentle peck.

You and Ted haven’t been dating long, you didn’t have the chance to.

After everything that happened at your last school, your mother thought best to pull you out in the middle of your senior year and plant you here in San Dimas, California.

It was different from what you were used to, and in other ways all the same. The clique-y drama, rumors that somehow snowball out of control, and your mother’s expectations of you being the perfect preppy daughter, her highschool mini me. Only problem was the move and your reputation nullified any chance at being prom queen, valedictorian, or dating the quarterback. Hey, at least you managed to make the cheerleading squad and your grades up. That seemed to keep her off your back for the most part.

Sure, your mother still doesn’t know you are dating one of the San Dimas High School’s resident stoners, but she wouldn’t understand anyways. Ted was an escape from the prim and proper world of suburbia, someone who liked to have fun and be himself, not to mention completely head over heels for you. It felt good to be loved, felt good to have a home in him.

You watch as fairy lights cast a glow behind him, almost throwing a little halo in his dark brown hair. You feign confidence as members of the SDHS’s student body watch you walk in with Ted, a few whispers already happening behind red solo cups. As you two go through the cabin to the back yard, you can tell Ted notices your tension rise, and his thumb creates comforting circles on your skin.

“Say the word, and we’ll go.” His voice says low and slow in your ear, breath tickling you there.

You give a small head shake, and Ted nods, keeping on as if he has no worries. The happy-go-lucky energy he gives off calms you. You lean into him, sweeping your long ponytail away from your neck.

Up until now, Ted Logan had mainly been a secret you kept all to yourself, but the prying eyes around you could never make you doubt how good of a boyfriend he was. You were too in love not to be confident about that.

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The bonfire that the football team constructed was actually quite impressive, you had to give them credit there since manual labor was their forte. You snuggle into Ted’s orange jacket that he’s wrapped around you, inhaling the scent of cheap body spray and marijuana. The warmth of the fire prickles your cheeks as Ted strategically toasts a marshmallow beside you. Your chin finds a home on his shoulder, relaxing into his body.

The chatter of the rest of the party drones on with bursts of laughter cutting up the monotones. You know that this isn’t the usual crowd for Ted, but he seems at home as ever, whispering little jokes to you as he enjoys the night despite cross looks from others. You’re sure there will be more talk on Monday about how you don’t deserve to be on the cheer squad if you’re going to be hanging out with burnouts and stoners like Ted Logan, but that doesn't matter. It was only a week before the end of the year, and then you’d be free of highschool forever. Tonight, you were going to enjoy being a senior with your boyfriend without shame.

”Hey,” Ted leans into you, holding out a perfectly brown marshmallow and gently popping it in your mouth when you open it. “Do you wanna go smoke? There’s a little dock to the lake that I know…”

He looks at you with a shy half-smile, and despite the fact that he knows you like getting high just as much as him, he still acts nervous to ask one of the cheerleaders to do something so improper. You nod, mouth full of sweet marshmallow fluff, and let him help you stand up. No one really notices when the two of you slip away from the beacon of light and into the dark forest full of summer greens.

Ted guides you, the trail a bit hard to see in the dark, but not impossible.

“It’s not too far away from here,” You hear him say beside you, as well as the other night noises of the forest humming along.

You let him take your hand into his warm one, an arm wrapped around the small of your waist to keep you safe from almost falling once more. You don’t know what it is about Ted, but you just trust him. Like, completely, utterly trust him despite only knowing him for a few months. He’s not like the other boys at school, who you have to watch your drink with, have to be careful of ending up alone with. No, Ted really only has your best interest in mind, and you feel safe with him right now.

That’s why when you hear a low howl off in the distance you cling into his body, freezing up for a moment.

“What was that?” You say, trying not to let the tinge of panic rise in your voice.

“Probably just a coyote,” Ted starts to explain, his voice soft and soothing.

“It sounded like a wolf…” You whisper as another howl responds to the first.

“Wolves aren’t usually out this way,” Ted reassures with a small laugh. “And we’re only a five minute walk away from everyone else. Three if we run.”

“Do we have to run?” You try to look up at his face, but the moonlight is concealed by the clouds at the moment, so all you see is shadows.

“No, no,” He backpedaled. “We’re going to be fine, babe. Just the sounds of the forest, is all.”

You feel his hand gently rubbing your back, and the motion calms you down. You take a deep breath, and let him keep walking you forward. Soon enough, you walk through a clearing, and the world seems to open up once more from the claustrophobia of the forest.

The lake ebbs and flows, making splashing noises against the dark rocks on its coast. You can barely tell what’s in there, the water a deep color of black, small sparklings shining off as the moon begins to find its way out once more.

Your shoes knock against the wood of the docks, creaking as you make your way down, eyes starting to get used to the dark. You take a seat at the end letting your legs dangle off the edge. You settle in, slipping your converse and socks off, your feet dipping into the cool water. Your previous fear in the forest starts to settle down as you listen to the calming waters.

Ted gently opens his jacket that you’re still wearing, and pulls a joint and a lighter from the inner pocket, giving you a kiss after as if he’s thankful that you let him grab it. You watch as his face lights up from the small orange glow of the lighter, the joint hanging lazily out of the corner of his mouth. For a second, you feel a blush coming up to your cheeks as you appreciate how adorable he looks.

He takes a deep inhale of the joint, holding it in for a second, then coming closer. You know what he wants to do, and welcome his soft, full lips onto yours. He parts your lips slowly, letting you feel the smoke from his lungs exhale into yours, tendrils of smoke floating up from the spaces your lips didn’t fully close around. You let his air fill your lungs, then deepen the kiss while trying not to let any spill out. Finally, you must pull away, breathing out once more and feeling heat in more than just your cheeks.

This little ritual of yours continues until you hear something rustling in the brush behind you. Your eyes feel warm and heavy, and you slowly turn your attention towards the sound, the dark of the night keeping whatever’s there hidden.

“Did you hear that?” You say without turning towards Ted.

“Hear what?” Ted’s voice is soft and lazy.

You say nothing, trying to force your ears to hear something within the hum of the night. The feeling of the hair on the back of your neck raises, a sense of being watched beginning to flood your body.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

“I think someone’s out there…” You try to speak as quietly as possible.

“Probably someone else from the party trying to find somewhere quiet.” Ted whispers back, then calls out towards the noise. “Hey! Spot already taken, find a new one, dudes!”

You know your boyfriend isn’t trying to be dismissive, not trying to make the fear in you rise, but you find yourself trying to hush him anyways. He stands from the edge of the dock, and you find yourself pulling your feet from the lake, water dripping onto the wood.

A low growl escapes the tree line.

“Ted, I don’t think that’s another student.” Your hands are already clutching his forearm, and with another snarl from the darkness, you feel Ted take a step back.

Both of you are wordless, unmoving as a pair of yellow eyes glint in the moonlight from the overgrown brush.

“Ted…” You don’t know what he could even do, but he was your only solace now as the blood in your body beats harder.

Those yellow eyes flick towards you, the sound of your voice and the tremble in your legs already sorting you out as the weaker one. Ted’s arm pulls over your chest protectively, and feel his body brace.

“Can you swim?” His never serious tone has flipped on its head.

“Y-yes.” Is all you can say, fear taking hold in your legs, freezing them to the spot.

You don’t have much time to think as something your eyes can’t even comprehend stalks from the forest towards you. It had the face of a wolf, muzzle too long, teeth too sharp, body too human. Its teeth are bared and ready, hands ending in dark, thick claws. In the split second before its legs are ready to pounce, you feel Ted’s arm push against your chest.

In one moment, you’re frozen to your spot, fear pulsing through you as this creature breaks out in a run, eyes set on you. In the next, the cold, dark lake is taking the breath from your lungs and you watch helplessly as Ted intervenes the wolf from chasing after you. Just as you sink under the blanket of water around you, those sharp, white teeth are glinting in the moonlight and sinking into the shoulder of your boyfriend. Your lovely, sweet, kind boyfriend.

Water fills your mouth, preventing the scream from escaping.

You don’t even want to resurface, don’t even want to fight, but you know you must. Your muscles tense with strength you don’t want to give, arms wildly clutching for support you can’t find. You break through the water with a gasp, choking out the disgusting, earthy taste of the lake from your throat. Your eyes try to find your boyfriend in the darkness, your ears already hear his screaming being dragged farther and farther away from you, snarls interjecting until you hear nothing.

The moon shines down on you, a silent watcher to the night events. The sound of the water slapping against the dock and the cicadas calling out is all you can make out. The horror filling inside you has no escape, nowhere to go, falling deeper and deeper into the pit of your stomach. You float aimlessly, and when you find yourself on shaking legs, gingerly stepping out of the water, you can’t even remember how you got there.

When you stumble back towards the noise of the party, the warm light of the bonfire, no one even notices at first as you make your way there. Your arms held tight around each other, Ted’s orange jacket cold and stuck to your wet skin. Your short, flowy skirt is now suctioned against your bare thighs, and your ponytail drips down your back. You don’t even notice Ted’s blood mixing with lake water on your legs. An arm on your shoulder stops your shuttering walk, and you turn to see the concerned faces of the rest of the party.

“What happened?” One of them asks, concern genuine.

“Oh my god, is that blood?” Someone recoils from the sight.

“You’re soaking wet, where were you?” Along with other hushed inquiries.

You try to speak, but your lip just quivers without answers. The world seems too bright and big by the fire, too many faces in the sea of people beginning to huddle around you, and you doubt even half of them care about you for more than just the gossip. You recoil from hands that are seemingly forever trying to guide you somewhere.

“It…got him.” Is all you could muster as you’ve somehow found yourself sat in the dirt by the fire.

Silence follows after you speak, then hushed tones create a simmering symphony in the small crowd.

“Who? That-that…” they try to remember who you came to the party with, but you know this crowd never even cared to learn Ted’s name. “That boy you were with?”

You don’t get time to answer as a scream breaks out from the edge of the crowd.

“It’s him!” You hear a few people call.

The crowd thins out to look at what new, shiny piece of gossip for Monday they can find, and that’s when you see him.

Ted.

Your loving, wonderful boyfriend, stumbling in from the tree line. You stand, dry dirt caked on your legs, creating stains you’ll never be able to explain to your mom. You don’t even know what to do at first, you watch, feeling as if you’re looking at a ghost. You were so sure he was gone. Tears prick your red eyes, and soon enough they’re falling down your face as you’re running to him.

You see the weariness in Ted’s tired, dark eyes, his mop of brown hair haphazardly in his face, and he leans into you for support when you reach him. You can see the rips in his shirt, see the blood looking black as night, so you reach up a worried hand to apply pressure to his shoulder. All you feel is smooth, tan skin under your fingertips.

“Ted?” Worry furrows your brow.

“I’m alright,” his breath seems heavy, skin sweaty to the touch.

He looks up and sees the crowd, and to your surprise you see his teeth bared, from pain or something else, you don’t know. Then he speaks, low, almost growling, to you.

“Let’s get out of here.”

–-----

You expect the last Monday before summer to be a buzz with rumors of Friday night, that when you walk into school there will be looks, questions, people who can't even begin to understand what really happened out there. As you pass the threshold into the hot halls of San Dimas High, it's as if people are recoiling from you.

Lockers are shut, whispers halt mid sentence, and no one wants to look you in the eye. You feel completely outcast from even pretending to be normal.

What's worse, you haven't heard from Ted since you dropped him off at his house. You haven’t even returned his rusty old van, and he loves that van. You called his line a million times, and no one picked up, not even his dad to tell you to stop calling so much. Helpless doesn't even begin to describe how you feel.

You know how he looked when you dropped him off. Sweat dripping from his hair, his body hot to the touch, hotter than you thought possible. He would try to suppress groans as he directed you to his house, yet insisted on not taking him to the hospital. He stumbled into his door, slamming it behind him before you could even push your way in. You stood there, hair still wet, the cicadas singing a sad chorus to how pitiful you felt.

That was the last time you saw him.

Now, on Monday, as you approach the locker you traded with someone to be closer to his, you half expect him to be there, goofy grin and all making your morning better. Of course, there his locker was, plastered in band stickers and graffiti and…lonely. You hold Ted’s orange jacket closer to you, not having taken it off since Friday. You know how it must look, but you need it. Need to feel like he’s here with you, smell his cheap cologne on the collar, fiddle with the old bic lighter in the pocket.

You feel all eyes on you as you put your things away, but no one says a word. You feel as if you may burst into tears right there from the stress of it all when the bell rings, making you jump. Everyone knows you’re on edge now.

Classes go on, and the silence gets less and less. By lunch, hushed rumors are stirring as you try to find somewhere to sit in peace. You consider taking your tray of unappealing slop to the cheerleaders table, but of course, your typical spot is taken by someone else, signaling that you’re unwelcome. You find half of a table to sit at, and try to make it seem like you're busy by pushing around your food and gingerly biting into a red apple. It tastes like mush.

“I don’t think we'll see him before the end of school.”

“My dad says this happens every few years…”

“Yeah! Mine said his cousin went out on a full moon when they were kids and never came back…”

“Well, I guess the San Dimas curse strikes again.”

“You don't really believe that do you?”

“Either way, that guy’s probably dead.”

“Not that big of a loss, he was a burn out anyways.”

You're standing before you know it, sick of listening to everyone speculate on the person you love most, the only person here who ever cared to get to know who you really were underneath it all. Your tray is promptly dumped and the cafeteria goes hush as you walk with tears falling down your cheeks. You burst through the large, metal doors, and your sneakers squeak as they take you away.

Soon enough, you’re ditching. You know it’s more than possible that your mother will hear about this, and of course, berate you for old habits. If you’re lucky, maybe they won’t care at the end of the year. Either way, you have to know, have to find the answers that kept you from finding a wink of sleep these past 48 hours. You burst out of the school into the hot, humid air outside. Everything smells thick after the rain of the weekend, petrichor and musky. You don’t even have a car, you just let your feet beat on the hot pavement towards Ted’s house.

You two have walked back to his place countless times since you moved here, especially since you could never take him back to your house. The world is a blur of neighborhoods and mid-afternoon traffic. You don’t stop until your hand is raised at Ted’s door, ready to pound, but before you can even lay a knuckle there, the door opens, just a slice.

“Ted?” You whisper, knowing his dad is at work now, and his little brother in school.

A moment passes without a word from the otherside of the door. Maybe his dad is home, maybe something bad really did happen. You hope more than anything it’s him.

”I can’t come out.” You hear his voice, raspy and low, and for a moment you don’t think it’s really him.

“What?” You ask puzzled, moving your head to try to get a better look inside the small sliver of door that’s open. “What do you mean? Are you okay?”

“I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to…” He pauses for a long moment. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Hurt me? What the hell does he mean by that?

“Ted, you won’t hurt me, I don’t care if you’re sick, I just wanna make sure you’re okay!” You begin to ramble, anything that keeps him talking, and potentially lets you see him.

“Go home, babe.” You can tell it kills him to say it, his voice choking up, those three words getting caught in his throat.

“I’m not going home until you tell me what’s going on, Ted Logan!” You stomp your foot without even thinking, folding your arms across your chest.

Ted says nothing. In fact, he does the single most heartbreaking thing you can think of.

He closes the door.

“Ted!” You yell, you pound on the door.

There is no response.

No matter how much you call for him, he ignores you, so you say the only thing you can think that might get to him.

“Ted, you open this door right this minute or we are OVER!”

The door swings open.

Ted, standing there in only his sweatpants, dark circles under his eyes, looking more tired than you could imagine a 18 year old boy could look. His hair is damp, plastered to his forehead as if feverish. His breath is heaving. He looks nothing like your sweet, gentle boyfriend you’ve come to know and love.

“I said,” He speaks to you in a tone he’s never done before, half begging, half demanding. “Leave…”

You stand there, confused, mouth open, unsure what to say, but not moving.

“Leave!” He snarls again, louder, hand hitting the doorframe loudly, making you flinch.

As cruel as his voice is being with you right now, his eyes say something different. He looks as if it’s all he can do to get you away from him, truly believing it for your own good.

You begin to speak, and Ted turns rapidly, slamming the front door with all his might, house seeming to shake from the impact.

That was it.

That was all you could do. Come here, try to help him, but if he wanted you away, then he got it.

You turn, walking down the sidewalk with your arms around yourself, shame and embarrassment and heartbreak heating your face and ears. You suppose you’ve lost your boyfriend after that, and over god knows what. You don’t understand what’s happening at all. You thought you did everything a good girlfriend would, but maybe you made a mistake. And even if you did, could you two not talk about it? You let out a half sob as the pain in your heart tenses up, holding your breath to try to keep it in until you can safely let it all out.

Tears of hurt and anger slip down your face. Frustrated, you make your way home.

That was the last time you saw Ted Logan, for a while, at least.

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The end of your senior year came and went. The talk died down, and just like predicted, Ted never returned to school for his final days. You knew he was alive, at the very least, but nothing else.

Graduation took place on a Saturday, a week or so after the last day. Everyone else cheered, watched as the schools wolf mascot was finally revealed to be some half popular nerd, the valedictorian gave a speech about how the best days of our lives were yet to come, threw their caps in the air when it was all said and done.

You sat, holding your diploma and hat, finger tracing the square edge while thinking about how Ted was supposed to be here. You two worked so hard to get his grades up so he could pass and his dad wouldn’t send him away to Alaska for military school. Maybe he really went through with that threat, for all you knew.

Either way, it had been a month since you had seen Ted Logan.

A month of lonely nights, your hidden stash of weed getting smaller and smaller as you self medicate in your room, and still you think of him. You blow smoke out the window at night, sometimes thinking you heard the sounds of rustling leaves out there, then dismissing it.

Who would want to stalk around your suburban home anyways?

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You soon got tired of being holed up in the house all summer, and find it surprisingly easy to call up some of your old school friends to see what everyone else has been up to. You thought after everything that went down last time, you would be a social outcast. Turns out, they were more than willingly to invite you, some even more than vocal about wondering where you’d been. You know they have no real care for your wellbeing, but decide to go to one of the jocks upcoming parties.

And that’s how you find yourself anxious to see anyone other than your mother on a Friday night. You curl the ends of your high ponytail so the curls bounce at the nape of your neck, blow drying a mess of bangs in the front until they look pristine. A baby blue mini dress and some pumps later, and you’re feeling a bit more like yourself for the first time in a while. You finish everything off with a bow on your hair tie the color of marshmallows.

Soon enough, you’re driving to the outskirts of San Dimas, letting the A/C keep you cool on this June night. Some farm boy jock was hosting a barn party way out here, and you knew it was probably stupid to come. Best case, everyone feels to awkward to interact with you, worst case, they ask you questions incessantly about Ted’s disappearance and the last outing you were at.

Still, somehow, you tell yourself, this is better than Friday night alone watching reruns on the family T.V.

The moon is almost full, an orange hue clear and bright in the sky, it’s light guiding you to your destination.

It is easier than you thought to find your way there, despite not knowing the area. A few wrong turns and a right, and you’re pulling into the grass front lawn with 20 other cars or so. The barn is already lit up, spilling light and sound from inside. You open your door, struck with the heat of the night, already feeling your makeup begin to melt into your skin. Heels weren’t the best idea for the terrain, but at least you looked hot.

You pass a few straggling people hanging on the front porch of the old farm house, and one calls you over.

“Hey!” You see a few semi familiar faces, but hardly know them other than going to school together for the last few months.

They seem to know you though, so you walk up the groaning old wooden steps, and smile. Before you can even speak, one of the girls interrupts, as if she would explode if she didn’t say it.

“So, you like, have no idea about the San Dimas curse, huh?”

”Come on, Jenny, don’t get into that.” Her presumed boyfriend groans, and ‘Jenny’ keeps going.

“No, but for real, like you’re new so you wouldn’t know right?” You can see she’s dying to tell you more, so you simply shake you head.

“Curse? What curse?” You try to say casually, your interest piqued, but not wanting to show it.

“Oh here we go…!” Another girl groans, then reaches into a cooler next to her, handing you a can of beer. “Here, you’ll need this to get through this one.”

Everyone laughs before Jenny gets their attention back.

“Hey! Hey! She’s the newbie, so she deserves to know, especially after everything that happened…” As she trails, everyone looks to see your reaction, but you’re looking down at the condensation on the cold can.

“Alright, well, I’m all ears.” You shrug, looking back up, meeting their eyes.

“So,” Jenny turns serious. “San Dimas has this, like, ‘curse’, right? I mean, we don’t really know what else to call it, but that seems right enough.”

“Anyways, every ten years or so, someone goes missing. Not that unusual, sure, that just happens sometimes, but it seems to happen like clock work, okay?” Her blue eyes are big, like she really believes this, but the crowd still has unsure snickers of doubt. “Well, that’s not the only odd part, is it? No, because it happens whenever the moon is full-“

A jock grabs his buddy and annoyingly cuts Jenny off with a howl.

“Hush! It’s true, okay! They always go missing during the full moon. Always in the woods, always mysteriously. Not to mention, the sightings!” Jenny continues, trying to tame the crowd in her favor. “Folks say there’s something stalking out in those woods, something big, something not human. Say it’s got claws, teeth sharper than a dogs, head like a-“

“Oh yes, the werewolf sightings, told by old men who don’t even remember what they saw out there.” A few agreeable sounds follow the jocks interruption.

“Well, that’s what I’m saying! She saw it!” Jenny points to you like you’re her key to all this, her evidence that the curse is real. “You did, didn’t you? What did you see out there when that thing took your boyfriend?”

All eyes turn to you, all curious to hear, to know what you really saw. Dark flashes from that night bubble up in your mind, flashes of that beast, biting into Ted and dragging him away. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Just as you might have had an answer on the tip of your tongue, someone interrupts you.

“You don’t really believe those old stories do you?” You turn, your heart already racing at the sound of that voice.

His voice.

Ted Logan stands on the porch of the old farm house with a grin. Everyone is silent as Ted’s eyes graze across your body, practically eating you up where you stand. The yellow of the naked bulb above seeps into his dark eyes, and for a second you think there’s something wrong with them. No, must be the lights, playing tricks on your eyes. Ted watches you closely, examining your reaction.

“Besides, not much of a curse when the ‘missing person’ is right here.” Another voice joins Ted, and you notice someone with Ted.

Everyone waits to see where this will go, the social pressure to speak building up in you. Ted always knew you hated being the center of attention like this, and you watch as he smirks at your unease, almost exuding cockiness, but you can’t believe it. Your Ted Logan? He would never act in such a way…

Ted holds out a hand.

“Why don’t we speak somewhere more privately.” His voice is more serious now, tone lower.

You know you should just stay here, ignore him after everything he’s done, but you find your hand in his warm, large one, leading you away. Your heels click off the porch onto the grass as the crowd you’ve left begins to dissect what’s just happened. The man Ted arrived with follows, and you frown towards his direction.

“Who is he?” Your eyes narrow at the stranger, hair bouncing as you walk towards the back of the barn with them.

“He’s my…my…” Ted can’t seem to find the right word..

“Cousin.” The other responds, a devilish grin on his lips.

“R-right! Cousin!” Ted affirms. “This is Bill.”

Cousin? This guy was like a foot shorter than Ted, big blue eyes, and a mess of blond curls on top. They looked nothing alike, and yet, there was something…An aura of sorts, if you had to describe it. Something that seemed to link the two, either in attitudes or something else your basic senses couldn’t pick up on. Either way, you doubted more than anything they were cousins, and you were going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.

”I don’t know who you think you are showing up out of nowhere like nothing happened, Ted!” You hiss in his direction as you all round the corner of the barn, and Bill snickers at your remark.

“Relax, babe, can’t you just be happy to see me?” Ted scoffs at your attitude, making your rage grow.

You can’t help yourself, you slap him.

Your hand leaves a hot mark behind on his cheek,

“Babe? That’s what you think you’re going to call me after dropping me for a month? Let me worry about if you’re hurt, if you’re sick, if dead? No, you don’t get to call me that, Ted, that’s reserved for boyfriends who actually give a fuck to contact their girlfriends after being dragged into the woods by a damn wolf!” The anger is really welling up inside you now, but you can’t stop it, not now.

“So, no, you don’t get to call me babe after all that! As far as I’m concerned, we are not dating anymore!” You could keep going but the way Ted’s looking at you has you stopping in your tracks.

“Wouldn’t have done that if I were you…” Bill chuckles behind Ted, lighting a cigarette without much care for how the situation goes.

Ted, however, is shaking. No, not shaking, vibrating. He stares you down through thick strands of dark hair, breath heaving, shoulders raised, looking at you as if he wanted to tear you apart. The moonlight casts shadows on his face that make something in your stomach churn with a moment of true fear.

A deep growl echoes from somewhere inside his chest, and Bill puts a hand on his shoulder. Bill looks you in the eyes with his icy blues and throws a nod towards the rest of civilization out here.

“You should go back to the party now, girlie.” He says with a fake smile at the end, dropping it and whispering something into Ted’s ear that makes him back off.

The two of them turn and walk deeper into the darkness, and you’re left standing there once again.

————

Anger is still coursing through your veins, your head not thinking properly. You don’t even want to go home, you want release from all of this. You want something different, anything.

You rejoin the party in the barn this time, and the crowd dances to music someone has set up out here. It doesn’t matter to you much what’s playing as long as it’s loud and it’s fast. You walk over to a table that hosts various amounts of liquor and find yourself a few shots deep very quickly. Heat pours through your veins, making you feel tingly all over as the alcohol begins to hit, and you join the crowd.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel the beat, winding your body in ways that you haven’t done in months now, your dress riding up shorter and shorter as you go. Soon enough, someone’s hands have caught your hips and begun grinding them into their crotch. You don’t recoil, instead, grinding back, letting their mouth find a home at your neck. If you and Ted really were broken up now, then you might as well have some fun.

You let the strangers hands wander your body, groping where they please, enjoying how the liquor feels when you move against another warm body. Sweat begins to prick your skin as you continue, and soon your mysterious stranger is whispering filthy things in your ears. Things you and Ted never even got around to doing since he used to be shy about such things, which you also used to find cute.

Now, it was like you didn’t even know him.

You shake your head with anger as the thought of Ted comes back up, trying to get back into the groove with your dance partner, but of course that too is interrupted when he is forcibly pulled from you. You pause mid dance, confusion filling your drunk mind. You turn on wobbly heels, and see those eyes, and this time it can’t be the lights making them so yellow.

Ted grabs your wrist, pulling you into his body, glowering at you.

“That’s how you’re going to get back at me?” He snidely whispers in your ear.

“What? Not like you wanted me anymore, anyways.” You cruelly throw back, turning your nose up at him to leave.

He holds you fast.

“Who said I didn’t want you anymore…?” His voice almost sounds hurt, and you try to get a read on his face.

For a second, you’re almost convinced the old Ted was back by how soft he looked right now.

You open your mouth to retaliate anyways, spiteful as always, just like your mother always warned about, but instead, Ted pulls you even closer, until your lips are almost touching, his breath mingling with yours, eyes staring deep into your soul.

“Trust me,” His voice is smoother now, hot and full of want. “I want you.”

You blink, trying to make sense of the situation, but with the alcohol pumping through your system and a history of bad decisions, you can’t stop yourself. You let your lips graze his, not even full on kissing him, just giving permission. And that’s enough for Ted.

Enough for him to let his soft, warm, silky lips crush against yours, the want so strong he has to hold himself back with every muscle in his body, arms clutching you tightly. He devours you with his kiss, and it’s almost hard for you to keep up with his lips. He pulls you onto his leg, spreading your thighs so you can ride him there, your dress now fully exposing your ass and pale blue checkered panties. His hands grip your hips, pulling you towards him and away, letting his bent knee create friction down there.

It takes everything inside you to pull away from his kiss, your chest heaving and almost ready to fall out of your dress at this rate.

“Not-Not…” You say breathlessly as you notice a few prying eyes in the crowd. “Not here…”

Ted gives you a look that sends a chill straight to your pussy.

A look that says “I would fuck you right here, right now, in front of everyone if you just gave me permission.”

And even worse.

“I might do it anyway if you don’t get us out of here quickly.”

You’re stumbling out into the woods outside of the barn before you know it. Ted half carries you the whole time, your legs wrapped around his waist as he takes you deeper away from everyone else. Your head knows this is dangerous, knows something about Ted is off, something is wrong, but you need this. You’ve been needing this, ever since he left. Maybe even before then.

Your back ends up crushed against a tree, the bark scraping against your bare shoulders there. Ted breathes heavily into your neck, no, not breathing. Inhaling. Smelling you so deeply before a moan escapes his lips.

“Fuck…” He growls in your ear. “Fuck, I-I need you so bad…”

It’s as if he can’t even get the right words out to describe it, as if it’s painful how badly he needs to fuck you. He’s hungry for you in ways you couldn’t begin to understand.

He grinds himself between your legs, and you can feel how hard he is against your pussy and stomach. His hands go down your shoulders, and you wonder when his nails got so long, the feeling of them almost clawing into your skin turning you on. He quickly pulls your dress down, exposing your breasts to his hands, where he gropes you deeply, the softness of your skin contrasting his.

You let his tongue linger in your mouth, tasting him deeply as he ruts against you, cock needing to be released. You help him, hands drunk and fumbling with his belt. Once his cock is out, you feel the head with your hand, and for a moment, you can hardly believe how big it is.

Ted’s kissing on your neck deepens, teeth grazing the skin there as you stroke his thick cock, using both hands and letting him support your weight. You don’t remember his teeth being so long, not to mention sharp, and just as your thinking of pulling way to get a better look at him, as his growling begins to reach a breaking point, you feel his teeth graze too deeply, biting into the tender flesh of your throat.

You let out a whimper, the feeling of pain mixing with pleasure. Ted takes this as an invitation, hand reaching down to your panties, and with one claw, tearing them in two. You shudder at the thought of how sharp they are and being so close to your most private parts as he checks how wet you are with one finger.

Ted pulls back from where he’s left a mark on your neck, looking you in the eyes. His face has changed, his eyes bright yellow, his teeth on full display and sporting your blood. Others may have screamed, tried to free themselves from his grip, but the monstrous look he was sporting had you weak in the knees. You shudder with pleasure as he places his cock at your entrance, the tip feeling way too big to fit even before it’s in. He seems to pause, for a just a moment, as if the human part of him can hold back just barely.

He’s waiting for you to say yes.

You nod with wanton want, and that’s all it takes. His cock is entering you, a tight fit that leaves you moaning in pain and pleasure as it stretches you beyond what you thought your limits were. You grip his back, feeling yourself already full without even having the entirety of his cock inside of you yet. What little of himself he could hold back before is gone now as he takes one small pull back from being inside you, and slams the force of his cock back where he left and then some. You cry out, trying to move to accommodate such a hefty cock, but failing.

You slip one hand down to your clit to try to tame the pain into pleasure once more, Ted’s cock filling you again and again as he takes you right there in the woods. Your hand circles your clit as best as you can, feeling yourself relax into the process of being fucked by an animal of a man.

Ted’s cock seems to grow even bigger inside of you, the base swelling as he fucks you, making it harder and harder for him to pull out of you. It’s as if you’re being infinitely filled by him as he clumsily tries to fuck you harder. His growls deepen, and as he gets closer he sinks his teeth back into the half moons he left in your shoulder earlier. You cry out as he tastes you, practically tearing you in two with his cock and his teeth, but shudder closer to climax from it all. You furiously play with yourself, free hand gripping your own breast as if the action could hold you in, hold you together for just a few more moments of the pleasure his cock fills you with at the moment.

You buck into him, his cock rutting deeper and deeper, no thoughts of the fact that he’s about to spill his seed inside you without protection, no thoughts of the teeth in your shoulder that tries to hold you still to be fucked. Only that blissful feeling of being so full you can hardly take it. So stretched out and how well that feels when you play with your clit just like that. It brings you closer and closer until you’re spilling over the edge, spamming on his cock that breeds itself into you without care.

As if he’d been waiting for you to finish, before you’ve even finished cumming the first time, Ted growls deeper than you’ve heard all night, jaw locking into your shoulder and popping his growing knot deep enough it won’t come out into you. You keep your hand busy on your clit, not ready to give this up with just one round just yet, as Ted cums deeply inside you. It’s hot, thick, and filling somewhere you’ve never been filled before. You feel it begin to seep out around his knot despite his best efforts to keep you filled, the amount of cum just too much for your body. You lose yourself in the feeling, cumming again, pussy spasming and tightening against his cock.

Worn out and overstimulated, you feel yourself being pulled from the tree. You fall on top of Ted, his knot still wedged deeply inside you with no hope of coming out soon. You straddle his body, where he lays against the dirt of the forest, breathless and staring up at the moon. It takes him a few breaths to look at you.

“So,” You say, chest heavy and pussy throbbing. “You’re a werewolf?”

He gulps in air, and almost tries to speak, then just nods, staring at you for your reaction.

After everything, you look at your boyfriend. You see his puppy dog eyes, his soft lips pursed slightly with worry, that shaggy overgrown hair. You consider it all.

“Okay.” You say affirmatively.

“Okay?” His voice is full of husk and confusion.

“Okay. Werewolf. I can deal with that.” You smile only slightly, and Ted smiles back, the Ted you know and love shining before you.

He pulls you in, tongue lapping at your neck where he bit you, and to your surprise, the bite begins to heal itself quite quickly.

“Werewolf powers.” You whisper to him and he laughs. ”Guess the San Dimas curse is true.”

“Guess I found out the hard way.” Ted whispers, half joking, half pained by the situation.

You two lay there, the moonlight devouring the scene beneath it, breathless and full. Ted’s cock throbs so deeply in your pussy you can’t imagine a time it wasn’t there. The exquisite feeling of fullness has you on cloud nine, and you can’t help but love the feeling of being so close in his arms. The way his languid hands slowly run circles on your back, the relaxed feeling of his softness almost overwhelming you along with every other sensation. You feel tears begin to well up as a release of emotions comes over you.

Ted hears a small sob hiccup in your throat, and holds you even closer, your face buried in his neck. You don’t even need anything to tell you that your soft, sweet, kind Ted was coming out now, you just knew. You knew the way he held you on top of him, letting all your weight into his body, the way his hands comforted you in ways no one else could.

You pull your face away from his, and he kisses your forehead, your cheeks, kisses up every tear that’s fallen. His lips move against your skin, his breath tickling your face, and soon enough you realize he’s whispering something.

You can’t tell what until he kisses your ears, lingering there.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t know how…” Pain seeps out of every word.

You pull his face back to yours so you can look into those brown eyes of his.

“Ted ‘Theodore’ Logan, don’t you ever lie to me again, you hear me?” You say sternly, and he nods, tears now welling up in his eyes, but not yet fallen.

“Never.” He promises, and somehow you know it to be true.

You collapse into his chest, letting the emotions of the night overcome you, Ted there to comfort you through it all. You fall mindlessly asleep, worn out and waiting for Ted’s knot to go down. You still can’t believe your boyfriend is a werewolf, but at least you got him back.

At some point, Ted takes you home, somehow transporting you all the way without waking you until the very end. You wake in the middle of being placed into his bed.

He pushes your bangs out of your face gently, kisses your forehead, then climbs into bed next you, letting your body relax into his before the two of you begin to gently fall back asleep. You hear him whisper in your ear before you fall asleep.

“I love you.”

#ted logan x reader #ted logan x f!reader #evil!ted logan x reader #werewolf AU #my writing

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