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mwolf0epsilon · 4 years

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Can you write a short dark fic for the pairing Joey x Henry, where after Henry threatens to leave the studio, Joey snaps and kidnaps Henry and turns Henry into a perfect Boris or Bendy so that Henry would never leave his side, please?

Summary: Joey Drew couldn't ever take 'No' for an answer, much less when it came from the object of his ill-fated obcession.

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When brought into the world children were never inherently cruel. They were curious and blunt, which often resulted in uncomfortable situations for those they interacted with, but overall younglings were empathetic at heart until reshaped and redefined into something otherwise.

The world was a terrible influence after all, and it could marr even the purest of things.

There were exceptions to this rule however…

Joey Drew had certainly been a curious kid. Unabashedly blunt too, with how often his innocent words cut deep into both his parents and peers.

But not once did he empathise enough with others to be considered a kind child.

If anything, most others his age had steered clear from his company, finding the mellow kid with the great big toothy smile to be unsettling on an instinctive level. Children were, after all, capable of sensing evil. Even in its stages of infancy.

So imagine everyone's surprise (Joey's included) when Henry Stein decided to befriend the town's most infamous little black sheep.

Kind bleeding heart that he was, Henry had thought it unfair that others would judge another as strongly as they judged Joey, so he'd taken it upon himself to make the kid next door's life a little less lonesome.

Give him what he surely needed: A good and caring friend.

Needless to say, he regretted that decision more than anything in the world...

It hadn't always been so bad. Once Joey had actually been a friend to him, and cared enough to look after Henry when he'd most needed.

Now however? Now Henry could barely recognize the monster behind that unnerving grin...

The burning selfish desires in those sapphire blues, hidden behind an half-lidded expression that was reserved to feign a serene and caring persona…

As charming and handsome as Joey looked (because he'd always been unnaturally pretty, even when going through the awkward stages of puberty), Henry couldn't help find his apathetic and selfish nature abominably hideous.

Especially now as he brought him the results of yet another failed experiment.

"I'm getting closer dear friend." He held the snapping, snarling little beast at arm's length, this failed mockery of Edgar barely looking like the adorable cartoon spider he was meant to be. "Soon I'll be able to make you perfect, and then we'll be back together as the dynamic duo we always were..."

Henry shuddered at the thought, tightly curling in on himself as he watched Joey end the poor creature's miserable existence. His bowl where his meals were served clattering loudly, as the inky heart of the slain critter was tossed onto it with precision. A mimicry of flesh thumping against the metal with a wet splat.

He fought back the urge to cry as he felt his mouth water.

"Eat up my loyal wolf… We can't be wasteful." Joey's cruel smile almost ruined his appetite. Almost. "Don't worry, this wasn't anyone you knew…"

With that said, Joey left him to greedily consume the offering.

Looking in the bowl's reflective surface once he'd licked it clean, Henry found that he could barely recognize himself anymore.

His stretched out face progressively becoming less and less humanoid as he was fed the experimental failures of Joey's horrid machine, and his pale hair having long since turned black and begun to spread.

He looked like what one would envision Boris the Wolf to look like in some lovecraftian fever dream. Dressed in ill-fitting ripped clothing, and barely able to balance a pair of cracked glasses on the bridge of his elongated nose.

An inhuman beast that fed off of the misfortune of others, losing his humanity as time passed on by.

He wondered if he'd forget himself eventually. If he'd forget that the devil in disguise that was Joey Drew was to blame for his malformations.

If one day he'd actually grow to love his captor in the same manner that Stolkholm syndrome victims tended to do, once brainwashed into submission by their abusers?

Another shudder forced a garbled whimper out of his deformed face.

To whatever god that could hear his broken pleas, he sure hoped not.

Henry didn't want to give Joey what he wanted.

Not when that monster of a man had taken him away from his family to keep as some sort of freak show pet.

Playing some sick version of house with the "puppy" he sustained on a cannibalistic diet. Disgusting.

Curling up, Henry cried himself to sleep. Thinking of his wife and children.

Missing them terribly while locked up in the bowels of Joey's demented studio.

The Ink Demon wasn't bad company, Henry had found. It seemed to understand his pain on a level no other creature did, offering him what little compassion it could whenever Joey dropped by with more "food".

It feared and loathed that devil of a man just as much as Henry did, and it knew to be kind despite never once being treated with the same sort of respect.

The one positive of this odd kinship between the two, was that Joey seemed pleased by them forming the sort of bond Bendy and Boris had. Thus never getting in between their interactions.

"One day soon, it'll all be just as I envisioned." He'd purr as he pinned the bound inky wolf to the ground, touching Henry in a way that made him want to gag, and rip the rat bastard's throat out with his horrific set of doggish teeth. "Just a little more and you'll be perfect."

He didn't want to be perfect.

All Henry wanted was to kill Joey Drew and go home.

"But first, I have a surprise for you." A surprise that came right after this twisted display of "affection". This gross invasion of the abominable wolf's personal bubble.

Joey presented him with an absolutely Perfect Boris.

Overalls, pie cut eyes, soft velvety fuzz and all… no signs of dripping or asymmetrical proportions.

The terror in those eyes however… it was all too human.

"I told you I'd find a way to reach perfection. Once I've finished tweaking the process you'll be just as perfect as him… Maybe more." Joey purred. "I miss your voice after all, dearest friend. Until then I give you this fearful pup to do with as you wish."

Upon his tormentor's departure, the cartoon wolf scrambled away from Henry. Shaking like a leaf and whining pitifully.

A child, Joey had converted a child…

Hell hath no fury like the righteous rage of a scorned father.

That bastard would pay for all he'd done!

But first, the large and deformed beast that was Henry Stein carefully scooted over to the shaking Boris clone and comforted him as best he could.

He'd protect this poor pup, no matter what.

The Ink Demon seemed to be in favour of extending that same grace, although it did still go for the kill when the less than agreeable ink monsters came around looking for trouble.

Buddy's transformation had certainly enraged him when Joey presented the poor boy to him. Sammy's and Norman's fates however were the last straw to break the camel's back.

Most of the people that worked at the studio were strangers to Henry, but the young musician and the oddball projectionist had been friends to him.

With every stranger's heart he consumed, the large beast of a wolf grew more and more restless. The revulsion he felt when looking upon Joey growing into an all consuming desire to violently murder his captor.

When a faceless ink creature wearing only suspenders and a Bendy mask came in one day to bring him his meal however…

"My lord wishes me to feed you, oh Great Lupine... Abyssal Hunger of the Ink's Abyss…" The body shape wasn't one he recognized. The slight arch to the creature's legs a bit strange to look at, and the four fingered hands an indication that something strange had definitely come to pass in this poor madman's transition into his current state. But that voice…

"Shhh...Shhaaammiieeee…?" His voice had returned as a dissonant mess, one that was not fit for a gross mockery of a muzzle like his own.

"Is… Is that my name, oh Hungry One?" There was both fear and hope in his voice. That in itself made something twinge painfully in Henry's chest. "I… Yes, yes that is my name isn't it? Sammy… I… oh thank you kindly, Benevolent Wolf. Please, feast upon your meal. I have worked hard to acquire it in the name of our Lord, your most wonderous companion."

What had Joey done to Sammy Lawrence, the proud music director that had more than half the mind this mindless drone had? Good heavens, what had he done that completely broke the poor kid?!

Rather than voice his horror, Henry did as he was told. After all the more he ate, the more his gluttonous appetite grew… as did this horrid body he was stuck with.

Abyssal hunger indeed…

He forgot what shame tasted like, but not mercy.

As selfish as it may be, he did request one thing.

"It is as you wish, oh Hungry One… I shall protect all pups that enter my lair." The Prophet bowed once, twice and then trice as he took Buddy by the hand. "Another horror skulks in the darkness, wearing an Angel's face. She hunts wolves, for fun. I shall show them your mercy."

He trusted that Sammy would keep his word. He was as stubborn as they could get, after all, and did not back off from a challenge very easily.

Henry would miss Buddy's company though.

That particular encounter was bad on a moral level, but it did turn out alright in the end. When the Projectionist was presented to him as a play thing however, Henry had begun to crack. No one deserves such a horrible fate as to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Norman had once carried a world of unimaginable knowledge on his back.

Now he only had the painful weight of a projector on his neck, and the volatile temper of a mindless beast.

The deformed wolf had done his best to gain the creature's trust, but it feared being attacked far too much to let a nearly 20 foot inky monstrosity near itself.

Self preservation hadn't completely left the Projectionist it seemed.

He'd let it go, hoping doing so would be a sign of good will on its own.

And then when he'd been once again left alone, Henry continued to stew in his anger. Talked himself into showing a rarer more violent side on Joey's next visit.

Even tried to fight back against him the next when he tried to touch him.

This was a losing battle however… After all, Joey Drew couldn't ever take 'No' for an answer, much less when it came from the object of his ill-fated obsessions.

Henry Stein just so happened to be his biggest obsession. Even as this horrifically imperfect monster that only an equally horrific demon could ever hope to understand.

#eps writes:#bendy and the ink machine #batim #henry stein #joey drew

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talesfrombeyondthebelly · 4 years

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“Come into my parlor,” Said the spider to the fish.

I know I’m not great at titles but oh well. This is an Eri.Vr.is oral vore fic! Mainly because I’ve been doing some rps and been caught up in the great dynamic they have imo. This is a sfw fic, but again it is a vore fic so if you turn away I won’t be offended. That said, I hope you enjoy and I’m always open to criticism!

There would be an unceremonious sigh that would come from a certain violet blooded sea dweller as he fiddled with the pieces for his latest scheme to exterminate all the land dwellers. Or at least, that would be what he had claimed he was doing, he never truly planned to execute it both due to lack of ambition and the resources. Really, the boasting and bragging about what he planned to do wasn’t as much of a threat as he liked to claim it was, and truly it was more along the lines of a need for attention than any true plans of committal.

It had been a slow night for one Eridan Ampora, and having wasted most of it attempting to message any troll to either gossip with three of them or spew some rhetoric he didn’t fully believe. But even then, all that was accomplished was that he was being ignored while he vied for attention. All that was left was to stay cooped inside and rewatch old documentaries as he idly fiddled with historical figure memorabilia.

That was, it was all he had to do until someone had decided to free him from his self-isolation.

AG: Heeeeeeeey, Eridan. ::::)

The sea dweller would squint, he didn’t think his rival would message him after deciding not to message her first. They had broken up when they were six sweeps due to him boring and overbearing; but some time after they turned seven sweeps, Eridan’s attempts to renew their rivalry would pay off after much work and effort. And now they had been going strong even after they hit nine sweeps old.

However, he would roll his eyes at the sight, he knew her innocent seeming spider smile was anything but.

CA: wwhat do you wwant you cerulean blowwhard dont you knoww im busy AG: I’m hurt! After all I went through to check on my dear rival! I would have thought he liked someone giving him attention. AG: Oh well! Guess I’ll just leave you to your devices seeing how you’re *so* busy, CA: god damn it wwait CA: okay maybe i got a bit of an openin in my schedule to wwaste time wwith you AG: Please! The only one who’s going to be wasting their time is me, we 8oth know you’re pro8a8ly doing something 8oring like watching one of your lame documentaries. CA: theyre not LAME theyre goin to be your miserable dirt munchin dowwnfall soon enough AG: Oh???????? 8old claim from you Ampora. Seeing how I know you’re dead wrong. AG: Anyway! You’re coming over to my hive today right? AG: Why am I even asking? You o8viously forgot. CA: i didnt forget i totally fuckin remembered our meeting at your stupid and completely ridiculous hivve AG: It’s not stupid! What’s stupid is the fishbreath who 8uilt his hive surrounded 8y the ocean when he 8arely spends any time in the water. AG: Whatever, just come over. I’m not waiting all day for your dum8ass. CA: ugh fuckin fine CA: you still havvent told me wwhat specifically you wwanted to do ovver there anywway AG : :::;)

And with that, the conversation was brought to an end. Eridan would rub his temples, her purposely vague answer meant any number of things, usually which ended in his embarrassment in one way or the other. Of course, it was better to just go over as soon as possible rather than him wasting time by speculating, even if he did plan to make her wait to purposely be fashionably late. Something to put his pompous attitude on display. Soon enough, Eridan would don his scarf and cape before leaving his hive and embarking on the trip to Vriska’s.

The trip wasn’t terribly long, mainly because traversing through the ocean was far from an issue and her home conveniently overlooked the sea. Even so, Eridan would hold make sure to wait for an extra amount of time for no reason than to uphold the gesture that he was royalty. Feeling accomplished with his amazingly petty task, he would approach the door and knock a few times before waiting for her to answer as he dried himself off as he uncaptchalogued a few towels.

Vriska would answer the door surprisingly quickly, having not had the patience to return his petty actions before pulling him inside and closing the door behind them both. The expression on her face was blatant annoyance, but that was far from the norm regardless if it was actual exasperation or not. Eridan would up look at the other troll with a frown, even since they had gotten older he would find that she had sky rocketed past him in height. He had been a respectable height of nearly six feet, while she had him beat by additional four feet, much to his unending irritation and to her endless amusement.

“You’re late. Even after I went and so kindly reminded you of our little arrangement. Well, I guess everything’s little to me when you’re short, but the point stands.” “yeah yeah keep braggin vvris i wwas towwerin ovver you before-” “Sure, you had a few inches on me when we were six! But now we’re nine and you’re still short, how do you explain that, hm?” That would cause him to shut up rather quickly, though he would dart his eyes around and attempt to come up with a retort, only to fold his arms and huff soon after. It wasn’t uncommon for trolls to grow as much as she did, but the fact that he wasn’t one of them meant that discussions of height were biased in her favor. Her ten feet tall favor. His violet eyes would eventually return to her cerulean ones, there had been smile on her face, one that reeked of mischievous intent. Before he could open his mouth to question her intentions, she would cover his mouth with her hand, and some of his face as a natural consequence of the difference in size between them.

“Alright Ampora, shut up for a minute and listen. I had you come over because I had a proposition that’s going to 8enefit 8oth of us. Here’s the deal: You got two minutes to hide somewhere, and I’m going to seek you out. If I can’t find you in 8 minutes, you win! And if you pick somewhere dum8 and I find you, I win! And the loser has to do whateeeeeeeever the winner wants! Sound good? ::::)”

Eridan would try to speak his response, only for Vriska to keep her hand pressed against his face, only pulling back once he felt something wet trail along it. Irritation making itself apparent with a scoff, she would return the favor by grabbing one of his hands, sticking out her tongue and slowly pressing the wet muscle against the other troll’s hand in a rather long lick before finally letting him go. His hand utterly drenched in saliva, Eridan’s face would scrunch up as he shook his hand dry while a small tinge of violet came across his face. It made her brief taste of him all the more delicious.

“for fucks sake fine ill WWIN your stupid land suckin game and then wwe can do somethin wway less ridiculous and more dignified afterwwards” His statement was spoken with his usual amount of sea dweller pompous pride, even if the chips were stacked against him. Even so, he held his head up high and puffed his chest out, not about to turn down a challenge that was surely easy enough to win. She had a castle, there must have been plenty of places to hide.

“Good! Now get going Eridan, unless you want to 8e 8oring and lame and make this too easy.” She’d give him a wink, teasing him over her self-assured victory and a lick of her lips. She had no problem hinting at what she wanted to do once she won, it made it fun to see him squirm.

He’d pause for a moment and confidence turned into brief uncertainty in less than a minute, “wwait you mean right noww i havvent fuckin evven gotten to-” He cuts himself off as he sees her turn away and start to count, realizing that she wasn’t even going to wait for him to prepare himself. He’d scramble off, the sea dweller handling himself incredibly well on land even when he’s running around wearing a rather long cape.

He wasn’t used to hiding as he was often hunting for the sake of Feferi’s lusus, but he would certainly try his hand at it to the best of his ability. Of course, his first two attempts were less than idea, having run to the very bottom of her hive to try and disguise himself by burying himself under her pile of miscellaneous belongings, only to realize he was shifting too much. He’d then decide to try his hand at hiding on one of the upper floors, deciding that hiding behind her pile of treasure would have been an unlikely spot seeing how he resented her various wins against him during their FLARP sessions. Unfortunately, this would prevent him from hiding there for long, as he does grow irritated looking at her spoils and decided to leave before it caused those pitch feelings to flair too much. Ultimately, he would decide to hide somewhere so obvious, Vriska would never think to check. He was confident in this idea, so much so that he decided to take it easy and relax in his new found spot, all he had to do now was wait 8 minutes and win. He means eight.

Vriska, predictably, did not count the entirety of two minutes before she began her hunt. Rather, she stopped once she got to eighty eight and decided that was enough for her. When she turned around, she half expected Eridan to standing right there out of spite and stubbornness about the whole thing but to her delight the violet blood was playing along. The question was where to find him, if she had to guess, it was probably somewhere dumb, like him. And so her very first guess was her trophy room, because of course he would think she’d skip over her own hoard of treasure to look for him. But upon making her way up the many stairs to check, she would find not a hair of him to found. She was a bit annoyed her first guess wasn’t right, but she had extra time to spare and her next guess would most certainly be right.

Except it wouldn’t The next room would be devoid of Eridan, and the next and the next. It would seem that no matter where she searched, he was nowhere to be found, it raise her irritation with him, and with it her hunger. The stomach of the ten foot cerulean would grumble as she briefly put a hand on it and huffed, she had to give her rival credit, he was doing a good job at making her work for this. And here she thought she’d grab an easy snack. But the warranty of it was wearing off as time passed on, even with her head start, it would seem that Eridan was safe wherever he had chosen to hide. She couldn’t allow this to happen, she had planned for this all to go a certain way, and the fact that it wasn’t was unacceptable. Annoyed, she’d retire to her block for a moment, purely for the sake of trying not to get too caught up and at least try to remain rational about this. Only a minute to go, there wasn’t much time left, and Vriska was certain she had searched about every place there was to offer. Unless...

Without a word, Vriska would approach her wardrobe dresser, there was no way he’d hide in there right? It’d be dumb and stupid and completely ridiculous! Well, she didn’t have time, so she would ultimately waste not a moment more as she ripped open the doors to her wardrobe and... found her prize. Eridan for one was shocked with the sudden burst of light and appearance of Vriska, who apparently been frustrated looking for him. He wishes he could have seen the whole experience, but from the noises she made he got his fair share of entertainment. “8h my g8d, r8ally!!!!!!!! Y8u hid in my wardr88e????????” There was an unending amount of vitriol pouring from Vriska now, irritation at herself and him were flowing freely, and despite Eridan’s surprise, he would waste no time in displaying adjusting himself and nodding, “of course i hid here because i thought youd fuckin ovverlook it seein howw all your attire is plain as SHIT and it wworked just god damn fine seein howw a certain obnoxious glory lovvin troll took forEVVER to find me-” He would step out with a large amount of pride, quite certain he had won, only for his eyes to dart over to the clock in her room and his face would immediately fall. She had found him with ten seconds to spare. “wwell fuck”

Vriska would try to take a moment to herself to not have too radical an outburst, she was upset, but she also wanted to savor her prize. The expression on Eridan’s face certainly helped “Wwell fuck is right! I win! And that meeeeeeeeans you have to do what I want, and I think we both know what that is.” A chill would go down his spine, while Eridan could be clueless at times, she had given him more than enough hints as to what she wanted. It certainly hadn’t been the first time they had done such a thing, but it was more than a bit embarrassing for him, which made give her some push back on the idea. “are you fuckin kiddin vvris you didnt say anythin about this bein your prize-” “Don’t 8e coy!” She’d interrupt him immediately, taking a step closer to him as he took a step back. “ I made it plenty clear! 8esides! I win, and you agreed to the terms right? It’s only fair I get what I’m promised.”

Another step forward and he’d take another few steps back and bump into the wall behind him, Vriska smirking as she’d get closer to him, their bodies practically touching as she leaned down towards him and her lips would slowly part, strands of saliva breaking apart as he start down that cerulean abyss, taking a few teasing swallows as she inched closer before letting her warm breath washing over him and fogging up his glasses. A few drops of drool would fall into his face before she’d close her mouth pull away, letting the situation sink in for the sea dweller as well as calm herself down, she may have had a bit of cerulean tint her cheeks in the same manner violet tinted his. Eating someone in this manner was embarrassing after all, which was why she’d only do it in private, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. Eridan had similarly shared the sentiment on the other side of the spectrum.

While embarrassment would go around on both ends, the sea dweller still contemplated making a run for it; the thought of being consumed always did trigger a fight or flight instinct, regardless of the fact that she probably wouldn’t digest him. Before he can even make an attempt however, his body is kept in place by hands on his shoulders, she had decided that she wasn’t going to give him the chance to scramble off and hide again, “I hope you’re ready, because you’re going to be in there for a while~” She would lean in again, salivating as she brought herself closer yet as her jaws widened to accept her meal. Slow warm breaths would beat against his skin as she drew tantalizingly close, all the while the fish troll would gulp nervously.

Instinctively, he would press his hands against her face as she started to lean in, he wasn’t about to let his hatemate have her meal without at least giving some fight back. One hand on her top lip and the other on her bottom, there’d be some push back as she slowly closed the distance between them yet again, it was a losing fight on his end as the predator drew closer and closer, letting him stare once again into her mouth before her tongue would slide out to press against his face and trail upwards, taking his glasses with it and causing him to loosen his hold. It was all he needed give the spider troll all the leeway she needed. Before he can even think about his mistake, she would jolt forward and wrap her lips around his neck, sealing him inside the jaws of the ever hungry troll. A hum of approval would resonate around the noble of troll royalty, reveling in the taste of victory and her meal, saliva being thoroughly slathered across his face during his various attempts to voice insults and protests. Though that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

While it was certainly dark in the other’s mouth, being a nocturnal species meant that Eridan could see each and every detail as she made sure to truly make him squirm. It wouldn’t be long before she’d take the first swallow, letting his glasses slide along her tongue before they were unceremoniously pulled down her gullet Of course. with that swallow, he would be brought only a short distance away from the opening in her throat, as his shoulders would be brought in next. Her teeth would be pressed against his clothes to keep him in place as his struggles and attempts to free himself grew stronger despite the situation going in the opposite direction for him. Her tongue would waste no time in running over the formerly dry parts of the troll, drenching the top of his shirt as drool as she decided to move on with her meal and take the gulp that would trap him inside her throat and bulge it out with his struggling form.

His head now captured in a pulsating throat, Vriska can continue her meal in confidence he won’t wiggle out. Her hands would move to keep his arms pinned to his sides as she moved further down his body, a hum flowing freely as she continued this consumption of him. Drool would pool in her mouth and dripping down as his chest was next to slide between her jaws as Eridan was tugged further down her throat, slightly bulging it out as he defiantly tried to move it around. Her tongue was relentless in running along the fabric she brought into her mouth, it was a bit tasteless and bland, and she regrets not shredding the shirt when she had the chance, but she ultimately makes do. Mainly by lapping at the shirt to lubricate it before taking another swallow, sending him further down the slimy gullet.

Her lips and fangs now reach his hips, and his stomach is safely contained within her mouth. Now she could have a bit more fun with him. Her tongue would curl under the bottom of his shirt to gain access to his skin yet again, an unadulterated groan escaping her to make it well known how much she just enjoyed this feeling, the noises ringing through his ears amidst his own grunts and swears. She’d stop her swallowing for a moment, reveling in the taste and wanting him to squirm a bit longer for her and attempt to fight back against the intrusive tongue as it rubbed against him, only to end up rubbing his body more against the wet muscle, her taste buds gets all the flavor she could ever want. What probably gets the biggest reaction from her is when she gives attention to his grub scars, which are oddly enough, pretty delicious for a reason she couldn’t quite explain. But they do elicit some sounds from Eridan was well, mainly increasingly flustered insults as he keeps kicking wildly. It was quite enjoyable a feeling if she were to be honest.

While she could have kept slathering, lapping and sucking on him for a considerable amount of time, a sudden loud growl would emerge from her stomach, reminding her that she was quite hungry still. And so, she’d wrap her hands around his legs to keep them still as the next series of gulps condemned the violetblood to his fate. There would be only the briefest moment where she would remove his shoes before finally sealing the deal, tracing the last of the troll’s form down with one hand as she pushed him down to her stomach. A long sigh would come out of her as she laid on back and massage her now bloated stomach. It was a lot of work to get him down and she was blue in the face, but she had done it. She could feel him fighting and hear his complaints both of which were more than annoying when she was trying to relax, but damn, it was always satisfying to do this.

Eridan, for his part, always had conflicting feelings about this. His face flushed violet and his entire body was absolutely drenched in ever warm saliva, it and he was now surrounded by a brilliant shade of blue that made up her stomach walls. He attempt to push and stretch it to its limits and cause her indigestion as a form of revenge, but all he would be met with was a few gurgles as the stomach churned around him. Luckily, it didn’t seem like he was going to be digested, otherwise he would have been splashing stomach acids all over him from his struggles, instead of other contents in her stomach. It included a few eight balls and dice, unsurprisingly. Despite his best efforts, he would only slightly stretch out her grey skin as Vriska could see her bloated stomach wiggling and bulging with his form, she was content to keep him in there.

It would be a few minutes before Eridan’s protests would die down and he’d resign himself for now as he attempt to get comfortable against the soft stomach lining that surrounded him. As embarrassing as this had been, he had expending his stamina and his frustration dying down to contempt. It would allow her to relax a bit more and close her eyes. She thinks she’s going to take a nap before they do anything else. She might let him out later but for now, this was just another mark of victory for her. It was fun, they’ll have to do this again sooner rather than later.

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ff15trashgoldenslumbers · 6 years

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Out Here on my Own

Part 2

Word count is 31359.

TW of abuse, mentions of non-consensual relations, and mentions of death. Very much an emotional rollercoaster. Please let me know if I missed anything this should be tagged as.

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It had been 2 years since you were last in the Citadel since you were pardon and started a new life. You stayed in touch with Lunafreya through letters, but it was difficult from time to time as you weren’t as well versed in literature as she was, but Ignis was teaching you better. Still walking into the building was as horrifying as it was the first time, no matter how much the others stated that it was fine that you were there, and actually welcomed you were still so nervous.

As you stepped into the building following Ignis, and practically having Gladiolus shove you in, you put on the brakes, seeing not just Lunafreya come to greet you like last time, but Gladiolus’s Father and the silent one, Cor, you recalled Prompto calling him. You immediately moved back, dropping back behind Gladiolus who went to greet his Father.

“Hello Y/N,” Lunafreya called stepping over to you. “Goodness you look amazing.”

You couldn’t help but feel excited about this, Lunafreya always gave off this wonderful calming scent, like most Betas but this was pure. Your tail wagged quickly as she cupped your face, stroking along your cheeks and neck.

It had been two years, and your fur had filled out completely and you put on a healthy amount of weight and muscle from hunting with Gladiolus and Ignis’s cooking along with the playful games of tag Prompto would pull you in a moments notice.

“I’m certain that you are tired, let’s get you into something nice.” Lunafreya smiled, a hand resting on your back, as she turned to her brothers. “I’m going to take your lovely bride to get dressed.”

This got you swarmed by your mates, getting licks and cuddles before you trotted off with Lunafreya.

As the four men made their way to the male dressing room, they were shocked to see the eldest of the Lucian pack, shifting out of his pure white form. Dual colored eyes turning to the group that so noisily entered.

“It seems you’ve finally arrived.”

“Ravus,” Noctis called, shifting next.

“We were under the impression that you were to have shown yesterday,” Ignis stated, shaking the man’s hand.

“Had some troubles in Tenebrae, our dear Uncle seems to have been deteriorating further than we believed.” Ravus replied as he got changed into his attire, “Yet we are here for our newest pack member correct? Noctis, you seem to keep attempting to make the pack larger.”

Noctis smirked, pulling on a shirt, “Someone’s got to since you’re too busy chasing your tail.”

Ravus chuckled, stepping toward his younger brother, showing his height, “Perhaps you should chase your tail as well, whether you like it or not dear brother, the throne of Lucis falls to you, as the throne to Tenebrae falls to me.”

Gladiolus quickly stepped between the two, rather not having to explain why the two were in another fight having only seen each other for less than five minutes, the two could hardly ever be in the same room. If only the two realized how alike they were while being stubborn than maybe they’d actually have actually gotten along after they both hit puberty.

Ravus scoffed turning away from them as he exited the room, “I shall see you in the throne room.”

The four quickly got dress worried about you being nervous left alone in the throne room, considering the last time you were there it was rather emotionally draining. Only to find you waiting outside with Lunafreya, looking so elegant in the blacks of Lucian royalty. A smile appearing on your face, as you noticed your mates approached also within the blacks of their home.

“Ready?” Lunafreya smiled, holding tightly to your hand.

You nodded softly, knowing now that if you were too frightened one of your mates would be at your side to protect you. Still, you were nervous, and you kept telling yourself not to fall into those nasty habits that you had broken, the last shackles from that horrid nightmare that you escaped from. Everyone here liked you, you hoped, well wanted to believe. Only to gasp as you noticed a man you had never seen before talking to the King and Queen.

“There you all are.” Sylva cooed, as she stepped over to your group entering the room. The woman using a speed that betrayed her age, as she actually moved beyond her sons. “There’s my sweet daughter.”

You released Lunafreya’s hand, moving aside, you were lead to believe that Lunafreya was the only one to stay close to home. Did she go on a trip and not mention it? You squeaked only to be swept you up in a hug, followed by pressing a kiss to your forehead and a quick nuzzle.

“Welcome home, Sweetheart.” Sylva cooed, wrapping her arm around your own, the both of your dresses moving against one another as she moved you further into the room. You were just along for the ride at this point. “You’ve never met Ravus have you?”

You turned confused eyes to the man, he smelt slightly different than the rest of the pack, which all smelled of nature, he had the “water” scent like Sylva and Lunafreya, but also something different like metal. That’s when you noticed his eyes, they were beautiful and two different colors.

“Y/N I presume, a pleasure,” Ravus stated bowing his head.

“Hello, Ravus.” You cooed out, only to notice the strange look he gave you before he smiled giving you another nod.

“I believe I have you to thank that my brothers have been getting their work done.” He inquired.

You smiled towards your mates before turning back to the other man, "I want to help them the best I can. You're in Tarabene correct? Your penmanship is absolutely beautiful. I love reading your reports."

Ravus couldn't stop the slightly falter at your blunt honesty, but this didn't stop him from glaring at his brothers who had a chuckle at their wife's innocent compliment. Only to turn back to you with soft eyes as you smiled up to him, "Thank you."

“Now, now Ravus.” Sylva softly scolds, as Regis moved over pressing a kiss to your forehead as well. “We didn’t come here to talk about politics, we’ve come to welcome Y/N home.”

“Y/N!”

You turned just in time to bend down and catch Iris, “You’ve gotten so big, Iris I didn’t recognize you.”

“Big sister!” Iris cooed hugging you tightly. “You’re going to stay longer this time right?”

“I believe we’re here for a few days.” You smiled, only for Iris to notice the flower pendant in your hair.

“You’re wearing it!”

“It is my favorite.” You giggled.

Iris turned huge eyes to her brothers than back to you, “I get to sit with you at dinner right?”

“Sure.” You smiled setting her down, taking her hand as you allowed Sylva to lead you to the dining area where you would all go over your party plans for the following day.

You were so nervous, so extremely nervous! Iris offered to take you around town to calm your nerves while they set up your actual party for this evening, but one Clarus Amicitia invited himself along, stating that he wants to check on the rounds, you knew that he was uncomfortable with you and Iris being alone.

You knew that Clarus was King Regis right hand, often going out into the city to view that the people were fine. He was also King Regis’s second in command, which was confusing since Noctis and Gladiolus had kind of the same dynamic but treated each other differently than their Fathers.

“Daddy doesn’t really go out with me a lot,” Iris replied holding tightly to your hand, as she moved you through the city streets Clarus following not far behind the two of you.

“I’m sure that it takes a lot of work making sure the Citadel runs smoothly.” You smiled back. “Ignis and Gladiolus ask me to help with some of the reports from time to time and I don’t get how they can do it all the time.”

“Do you get bored out there?”

You thought for a moment before giggling, “No, they all keep me pretty busy. Prompto and I are trying to grow cucumbers but a flock of wild Chocobo keeps eating them. But Gladdy says it was moogles.”

“You saw a moogle for real?” Iris beamed toward you.

“It was that or a white Tonberry.”

Iris gasped stopping both of you, “You’ve seen a Paleberry?”

You giggled softly, “Yeah, Prompto, Ignis and I were coming back from the market this winter and we saw a few.”

“That’s so cool!” Iris cheered, only for the both of you to jump as you heard a shrill siren, followed by a red truck rushing by quickly chased by two wolves wearing the cloaks of the Royal army.

Clarus quickly moved before the two of you, “Come along.” He called rushing after the truck.

The three of you arrived on the scene, finding a two-story house aflame, a woman screaming on the lawn, holding a young toddler.

Iris turned toward you, watching the look of horror on your face, wrapping a hand around the bottom of your dress she tugged to get your attention, “Big sister?”

You snapped from shock looking down to Iris, "I...I'm sorry..."

"Stay back!" Clarus barked, it seemed a few of the royal pack were on the scene, so Clarus would be needed for the moment. "Iris, Y/N stay back."

Iris nodded, taking your hand as she begun to tug you, you were still rather focused on the house in flames, "Big Sister, come on."

You allowed Iris to pull you towards the sidewalk where a crowd was starting to gather, only to quickly turn back to the house. You quickly knelt before Iris, scooping her up before handing her to the first Royal Gaurd member you found."Iris stay with him please."

"But what about you?" Iris cried.

"I'll be fine."

Iris went to reply, only to find you rushing back to the house.

The last time Noctis recalled racing down these hallways was when he was still living within the Citadel, Gladiolus chasing him down for practice, while Ignis was following afterward to make certain the larger Alpha didn’t accidentally crush the smaller Alpha when bounding around a corner. Again.

Still, as the four rushed down the hallway to the hall where Noctis’s old room was located, they were tripping over one another to get into the door. Only to push it open, seeing you sitting on a loveseat, speaking to Clarus and holding a sleeping Iris cradled in your lap as if you weren’t covered in bandages, turning to the door with large eyes at your four mates falling into the room. Once correcting themselves the four of them rushed around the chair that you were seated in, asking you in very extreme states of worry if you were okay and what happened.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You smiled, trying to assure that you were indeed fine and there was nothing to worry about, despite the wounds that littered your body.

Ignis knowing better and that you never liked for them to see you unwell, turned to Gladiolus having an unsaid conversation.

“Dad, what happened?” Gladiolus asked, stroking your hand, on Iris's lap turning to his Father.

Clarus chuckled, “We followed some of the recruits to a fire, apparently there was an infant in the house. None of heard the crying, but before we knew it, Y/N had covered herself in water and ran into the house.”

“What?” Prompto cried, trying to stop himself from crawling in your lap only to find it full of a sleeping Iris, so he settled for resting his head against your knee tears in the corner of his eyes, which only fell as you reached out stroking his head, giving him a soft smile as your nails moved in just the spot he liked.

“She jumped out the window, the kid didn’t have a scratch on them. She suffered a few burns on her legs and a few cuts on her arm she used to shield herself and the baby, but other than that, she was given a clean bill of health.” Clarus chuckled. “She didn’t even think twice if she was closer I would have put her on the squad in a heartbeat.”

You flushed at the praise, shifting Iris in your lap, only to hand her over to Gladiolus as he reached for her so that he could properly lay her down on the couch behind you, “I just wish I didn’t scare Iris so much.” You called holding out the scarf you were using to keep Iris warm to Gladiolus. "Please tuck her in Gladdy.

Clarus chuckled, “Iris thinks you’re amazing.”

"I wasn't thinking before I realized it, I was outside on the lawn again."

Clarus stood stepping over to you as he rested a hand on your head, "My Daughter the Hero. Gladiolus and the others picked a fine wife."

Everyone turned to the doors, as both Regis and Sylva rushed in shoving beyond their sons and Clarus, followed by Lunafreya and a rather calm Ravus.

“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” Sylva cooed, cupping your face softly, the motion soothing you automatically, as you nodded softly. The woman sitting down beside you, before pulling you into a tight hug, “My brave girl.”

“If you want, Sweetheart we can have the physician look you over and postpone the party.” Regis offered stroking your head. “It was a pretty stupid idea to have your party this evening, everyone knows Saturdays are better. We'll just reschedule for next week.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble.” You called as Sylva checked you over herself.

“You could never, we want to make certain you enjoy yourself. It is your party.” Lunafreya smiled, petting your hand as she knelt before you were Prompto once sat. “It also means you can stay a little longer, and I can finally take you shopping like I promised.”

“Is that okay?” You asked softly, only to have Regis and Sylva give you a confused look.

“Of course, Sweetheart.” Sylva smiled. “Why wouldn’t it?”

Regis smiled resting a hand on your own, “Our daughter is always welcomed home for as long as she wants, a few days, months, I'm sure Sylva wouldn't mind a few years.”

You didn’t even have time to catch the tears that fell from your eyes or notice them fall, only to hear Regis gasp in shock.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?” Sylva asked getting a handkerchief from Ravus as she began to dry your face.

You smiled through your tears, “I’m…I’m sorry. I’m just so happy. I don’t mean to cry, but it won’t stop.”

“Oh Sweetheart, you can cry all you want.” Syliva cooed stroking your hair as she pulled you into another hug. “You’re a part of our family.”

“I just never had a family.” You whispered softly,

It felt nice.

"You do now, Sweetheart." Regis chuckled, petting your hand where your ring rested.

You glanced to everyone in the room, only to find your tears falling harder as you saw the caring faces surrounding you. Only to feel your own smile widen just the tiniest bit more. "Thank you."

Your ‘Welcome home” party was everything you wished for, you were surrounded by your family, and despite how much fun you had there, you still were happy to return home. Your injuries heal rather quickly, as your mates refused to allow you to overdo it until the last bruise faded. This did give you a little more kisses and nuzzles but you didn’t mind as they kept it up afterward as well.

You glanced at the living room wall, where you nestled between Prompto and Ignis who were having a rather nice banter over Chocobos, smiling at the large picture of the Lucian Royal pack. There were actually quite a few pictures that were sent not long after you all returned home.

The picture of yourself and Lunafreya sharing a rather large piece of cake. Stating that if the two of you split it, it would only count as half. The picture of you dancing with each of your mates, it didn’t take long for you to learn the steps, but to be held so warmly in their arms, you looked like a lovesick pup in each one of them while you gazed at them. Lunafreya even convinced Ravus to give you a dance, which was caught on film, which you realized that even though your new brother in law seemed to look stern he was actually really sweet. The picture of you resting against Clarus while having an exhausted Iris draped across your lap, using your shawl as a blanket. The adorable picture of you receiving a drink from Cor, and the toast in your honor from your parents.

In the center of all those pictures was the large family portrait where Sylva made absolutely certain that you were in the center. It reminded you and rooted you within your new role, of a Daughter, a sister, and mate to an amazing family.

The sun was so bright today, and a lot warmer than it had been the year previous when you had been wedded to your pack. A year of growth, there were a few challenges that came with every relationship, but nothing that you all couldn't beat together.

“I’ll go get Noctis and Prompto.” You cooed pressing a kiss to Ignis cheek then Gladiolus sitting at the kitchen table, as you stepped out the back door.

“Stay on the path, I marked for you,” Gladiolus called from the table dealing with the last issue in Citadel news.

“I will.” You cheered smiling brighter as you heard “That’s my girl”, you knew that if you left it up to Noctis he would be out fishing all day and Prompto would be taking those lovely pictures of nature, but dinner time was a special time for you pack, it was when everyone would be together and with the rule of no work at the table it meant everyone got to relax and forget the stresses of the Tenebrae treaty, which if you understood correctly meant the land would be a mid ground heaven point between the Lucian pack and others and actually would make crossing territories a much smoother process.

Politics still confused you, no matter how much Ignis attempted to explain, but you knew this meant that it would be less longer nights for your mates and elder brother working on the other end of things.

You hummed as you stepped through the forest, the sun warm in spots where it flickered through the leaves. It would have been faster in wolf form, but it was so nice today and thick fur often didn’t enjoy the late spring sun. Maybe you could make a fruit basket and take the boys down to fishing hole once you all got caught up on Citadel business. It had been a while since the four of you went out together to just relax. If you recalled correctly, the last time was when you all had to return to the Citadel to attend a meeting, that called for the entire part of the Prince's pack to make an appearance.

You only had to mostly stand there and look the part of the new Princess, it was your first official public appearance after all. You were just happy to have made it out without embarrassing your mates.

Snap!

You stopped, looking around expecting to see a Chocobo as it was still too early for Tonberry’s to be out. Plus it sounded much heavier than a Tonberry! You moved slower, hoping to get closer to Noctis and Prompto. If it was a wolf they would have sounded a howl to alert themselves unless it was a stray, but strays typically don’t cause issues, you, yourself were actually the first stray your mates had seen. Ever.

Still, you picked up your pace, worried that if you shifted it would draw whatever the creature’s attention was after you. Doing what Gladiolus had taught you, to stay within the treeline and keeping downwind.

Only to freeze in your tracks, standing before you were three Beta wolves, but unlike Ignis and Prompto, these didn’t give off a scent of calming. These wolves were breed through certain lines to make them warriors. You knew this immediately, from their red eyes and the sickly green tint to their fur. These wolves never took human form and only followed their Alpha’s command, and were known to kill upon sight.

You panicked darting into the tree line, you were at the halfway point to the house and the others. You’d be able to duck and dodge through the brush easier in human form, which you were lucky because you were too horrified to transform. You knew it was stupid to run away, but three of them against you triggered your instinct to flee.

You screamed as one leaped barely missing your leg, pushing yourself further as you realized that you were running home. Another scream left you as another nicked your shoulder throwing you forward but you managed to keep your footing. You kept running, refusing to look back, only to gasp as you slammed into something broad.

“Sweetie?”

You looked up, now noticing what you had ran into was Gladiolus, but you were panicking, now noticing the tears streaming down your face and how much your lungs burned from running. Only to gasp as Gladiolus pulled you close, letting out a growl as he stared down the three wolves that chased you down.

“This is Lucian territory Nifs, you have not only cross Tenebrae but attack a Lucian. Explain yourself.” He barked as Ignis rushed to your side, the two men putting themselves between you and the wolves.

“If you do not explain yourselves we will be forced to take action,” Ignis growled.

You let out a scream as one of the wolves pounced at Gladiolus, who easily caught the other wolf throwing it into a tree. Only to gasp as another attacked right after going for your throat, only to be kicked away by Ignis.

“Iggy, they’re after her, take her home I’ll tell Noctis and Prompto to get there too,” Gladiolus called removing his clothing to transform.

Ignis turned easily picking you up, as he raced back towards the house, stepping into the Master bedroom, and placing you down within the closet, surrounding you within the duvet before pulling you into his lap. Tucking your head underneath his chin, as he placed your ear to his heart, using the duvet to wipe your tears.

“I’m here Darling, you’re here, we’re here.”

You recalled this phrase, it was the same one that Ignis used quite a while ago when you woke up in a sweat and crying from a nightmare and couldn’t catch your breath. He described it as a panic attack. You closed your eyes tightly, burying your face within his shoulder, worried about Gladiolus no matter how much you tried to tell yourself that he would be fine a new image would appear telling you the opposite.

You didn’t hear Prompto or Noctis come in nor feel them curl around you tightly. Your tears had stopped coming and you were still trying to catch your breath. You were unsure of just how long you were in the closet, or in the arms of your mates, your body shaking trying to feel safe, but Gladiolus. Where was Gladiolus?

Prompto sniffed uncurling around from you, as he moved to the door, hearing three rhythmic taps. Reaching up as he unlocked the door from the inside, as Gladiolus stood on the other side. The large Alpha looking over the others, only to see you still buried within Ignis’s shoulder completely disassociated with the world. The man knelt before the closet, making himself appear as small as possible.

"Gladio." Ignis sighed in relief, as he uncurled an arm around you to stroke Gladiolus's cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, what about all of you?" He asked, pressing a kiss to Prompto's forehead and then Noctis.

"Fine...but Y/N." Noctis stated as he moved out the closet to allow Ignis easier access at getting out. Still holding you tight to his chest, as he stood before Gladiolus.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Gladiolus called reaching out to take you from Ignis, pressing a kiss to Ignis forehead, he was happy to see the rest of his family safe.

You turned to look up only to stare at the man, “Gladdy? Gladiolus!” You cried as you reached up wrapping your arms around him a new wave of tears began to fall.

“Gladio you’re bleeding,” Prompto called, as Gladiolus adjusted you better.

“I’m fine, just a scratch. Come on, that’s my girl.” Gladiolus called as he moved the four of you into the living room. “Noct you mind grabbing my sweatshirt.”

As Gladiolus settled on the couch, you sat firmly on his lap, making certain that he was indeed there. The entire time you sat there you wondered just how Gladiolus had fought three of those wolves and only walked away with only just a few scratches. You had watched wolves exactly like those tear apart other wolves easily without any trouble. It wasn't that you didn't trust your mate to be strong, just you had known those wolves to not give up unless they were dead even when facing down an Alpha.

“Are you feeling better, Love?” Ignis asked taking the cup of tea he had given you to calm you down.

You looked up to the man from your where you sat on Gladiolus lap bundled in his sweatshirt, Noctis and Prompto had taken a seat as well, luckily Gladiolus's lap was big enough to hold all of you, “I…Ignis I…”

“It’s fine, you’re safe.” Noctis whispered against your shoulder.

“Yeah, those assholes didn’t know what hit them.” Gladiolus chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you know anything about them?”

You nodded weakly, fidgeting with the sleeves of the hoodies, “They’re from Niflheim.”

Ignis knelt before taking your hands within his own, “You know that we do not care as to where you came from, but we want to make certain that you are safe even if we’re not here. We will do whatever it takes to make sure that you are safe.”

You nodded again, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank us,” Noctis replied, nuzzling into your shoulder. “We love you.”

You smiled weakly, “I love you too.”

Throughout dinner you attempted to act as if nothing was wrong, the others didn’t seem to notice, and you figured that after a few days this would be nothing but a bad dream that you could shrug off and be fine with. Still, it did not stop you from the nightmare that clung to your vision as you were woken up by Noctis that evening.

Both Gladiolus and Ignis moved into the room as well, having finished up reports of the attack and rouge Nilfhielm wolves that Gladiolus had had to kill when they heard your horrid screams and both Noctis and Prompto frantic to wake you.

“Please tell us what’s wrong,” Prompto called, nuzzling into your side, both he and Noctis holding your hands since you were awakened.

You opened your mouth starting from the beginning, explaining how as a baby you were taken from your mother at a young age, so young you couldn't recall her face or scent. How as a child you were raised in an environment where no one was seen as a person and given basic knowledge, but to fit into one of three categories, warrior, worker or fodder for the Alpha. Everything was for the Alpha, a complete opposite of the life you were given now, which would explain why you weren't originally in touch with your animal side.

“…when, when you become 8 that’s when you normally are decided, most Omegas fill the lesser roles of servants to others, most maids or gifts for trades to other packs. Because of my mother, I was chosen as a Breeding Bitch.”

“What?” Gladiolus and Noctis growled at the term that was banned in Lucian territory, a term used for Omegas that would have no mated ties but an Alpha would breed her to produce heirs alone, almost always without the Omega’s consent, but it was an old barbaric term hardly ever heard of now.

Ignis gave them both a look before turning back towards you, “Please continue.”

You sighed softly fingers fidgeting with the blankets, “From then on, I was surrounded by children, to work on the motherly instinct to put forth heirs to the throne. I remember the first time I failed, I had offered a younger girl my food, and I…I was denied food and water for a week. There were so many times that I was forced into my wolf skin, forced to stay in it weeks at a time until you forget your human self and then suddenly given back. I was 8 the first time I got the barbell, 9 the first time I was muzzled, each time for longer periods, when you turn back after weeks like that you become insane.

“When, when I turned 13 I was moved into the Alpha’s inner circle. Most breeding bitches can start to produce around that time, I was not, I never had a heat nor blood moon. Because of this I was forced into a muzzle and had the barbell added constantly again and again because something was wrong with me. Still, the Alpha didn’t want to get rid of me, I don’t know why twisted or hatred of me specifically. He stated that he wished to breed me specifically I was a good...Breeding Bitch for him and even if I couldn't provide an heir I was a...

“My Alp…the old Alpha there was something wrong with him, he was sick. Alpha sickness from one that had been around too long. He knew that I couldn’t bare him, children,, so he would have me follow him around, beg for scraps of food, lay on the cold floor if I was lucky enough not to be placed within the cage he kept for me at the foot of his bed, as if I was his pet. If I ever displeased him, which was often, from being just a few moments late with breakfast, to even if my stomach growled on nights he did not feed me, I was beaten. I was hardly ever lucky unless we had a guest. He would allow them to do pretty much anything they wished, aside from mating me. He would always state that was for him, and that my first child would be one of his and only his.

“I’ve had my hair ripped out, my fur set on fire, knives thrown at me, beaten whenever he was in a bad mood or even a good one." You explained, motioning toward old mostly fade wounds now, on your arms, legs, and the few now hidden by your hair. "He loved to see how much punishment I could take before he could break me, but the moment I showed weakness I was harmed more, so much so that I’d pass out from pain or just hunger.” You took a deep breath ashamed to look to the others, you should have told them this a long time ago, but now that it was coming out, you couldn't really stop yourself from letting it all flow out.

“I knew that with the older I got the more my novelty would wear off. So I did anything I could to prove that I deserved to live. The night I left, I got the worse beating. I had embarrassed him before some of his guests by still not producing an heir, he told me I was useless to him, that I was useless as a human or wolf and he should just kill me but that would give me what I want. All of this while there was a knife at my throat.

“So I swallowed some mothballs and covered myself with peppermint oil. I figured that even if he had caught me then I would die from the poisoning before I made it back. But no one chased me, no one tried to follow me, I ran for so long until I eventually passed out in the sunflowers. I thought that I was going to die there, and I was happy for the first time in my life.

“I was a breeding bitch would had never been outside and I just ran. I had nowhere to go, but I figured anything was better.” You muttered, rubbing the tears from your eyes, still too ashamed to look up at the men before you. “I…I understand if you were to hate me, you all deserve this information years ago. I just…”

You were unable to finish as you were suddenly surrounded by the strong embrace of your pack. All of them shedding tears for you, for your story and the hardship you had gone through.

“Y/n.” Noctis cried on your shoulder. “I promise you on my life and honor that I will protect you. I love you so much.”

“We know this was hard for you, but know that we will do everything in our power to right the wrongs that have happened,” Ignis whispered into your hair. “I love you so.”

“You are so much stronger than you think you are, I will lay down my life to make certain that I protect you from anything like that again. I love you.” Gladiolus muttered against your temple.

“Pluh…please know that this doesn’t change anything, I love you, all of you as you are.” Prompto wailed into your neck.

You cried as you realized that the four men around you would protect you from those dreams that haunted your memories. “I love you too.”

The night you all didn't get too much sleep, instead, you were held tightly in the arms of the men time and again. Not many words exchanged between you all, but none were needed just soft touches, guiding hands and soft smiles. It spoke more than anything.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay to make it? We can request a car.” Ignis stated standing beside you in the yard wearing his cloak.

It had been just over two years since you had joined your pack, and it was starting to become that time of year when the weather couldn’t make up its mind resulting in the pack passing around a cold. You being the last one to get it and unfortunately, it seemed to hit you the hardest, but you shook it off with a smile.

“I’ll be fine, I’m sure a run will do me good.” You smiled, removing Noctis’s cloak, getting a lick from him as a thank you.

“Let us know if you don’t feel good, we’ll stay slower. There’s no shame in having one of us carry you.” Gladiolus replied, stroking your head.

“I will.”

The 2-hour track did take a little longer this go around, as you had to stop a few times to catch your breath, eventually having Gladiolus take your bags and Ignis pushing you onto his back. Still, it felt nice, it was starting to get warm, and as you moved into the city, that spring wind was starting to disperse giving the warm sun you had been wanting.

“Hi, Y/N.” Lunafreya smiled engulfing you in a hug. “Prompto stated that you were still feeling a little under the weather, did you want to rest a little while?”

“No, no it’s fine, I want to see Mom and Dad.” You replied as she led you to the changing room, seeing that you were only in a cloak at this time.

Lunafreya reached forward, pressing a hand to your forehead, “You feel a little warm and do have a glow. Maybe a little rest will do some good after lunch.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

Lunafreya smiled as she moved you behind the changing screen before going to go grab you a dress, “My little sister would never be a burden.”

Within a quick change, you always had to hide your giggles as your attire at home was completely different than your attire at the Citadel. You mentioned it to your mates, but they stated they liked both, so you never were worried about it. As you entered the throne room, you were very excited to find that it was only your family for the next few evenings. The Eos pack summoning wouldn’t happen until Saturday, which meant you all got to catch up on family time before all the politics were to be held.

“Hi, Sweetheart, are you feeling okay?” Sylva cooed, pressing her welcome kiss to your cheek.

“We heard you were getting over a cold,” Regis replied, kissing your other cheek.

“I’m fine.” You giggled, as Clarus hugged you.

“That’s my girl, Amicitia’s know no pain, but let us know if you need to rest.” He stated which caused you to giggle as Gladiolus took the cold the worse and whined the entire time, despite getting over it in about 3 days.

“There’s no shame in resting,” Cor replied resting a hand on your head.

“I will.” You smiled, as your eyes turned Ravus, who you knew was rather exhausted, the Treaty of Tenebrae as it was officially dubbed had taken a lot out of him, and being the next Prince or maybe King was better, of Tenebrae made him see a little more aged. “Hello, Ravus.”

Ravus moved over giving you a quick embrace, with a soft smile. Everyone had stated that Ravus always had a soft spot for his sisters.

“Let’s get you all something to eat and relax for the evening.”

After the late lunch, you found yourself in the sitting room with Ravus, Lunafreya, and Sylva, only to find that you had dozed off, your head resting on the Queen’s lap who refused to move and demanded that no one would wake you or try to put you to bed out of fear of waking you. She also missed having one of her kids do this, so she was determined not to give it up.

For the next few days, you would find yourself dozing off or waking up from naps that you weren’t aware that you were taking to being with. Gladiolus joked that Noctis must have infected you, but Ignis had figured you were still getting over your cold. Still the night of the of the entire reason you were pulled together came, and despite the rest of your family constantly assuring you that you could rest, you wanted to show face. You would not be the first Princess to miss this ball, and considering you only had to stand beside one of your family members, or stand during speeches that you did not have to give since you married into the family you considered this both lucky and easy.

It was your first political party and you want to show that you were a supportive mate, even if you weren’t always certain of what was going on. You mingled with the crowd, and managed to find some way to stay within the sights of your family who would arrive should they find you were getting flustered or worried. Including when Sylva invited you to the thrones to rest yourself after noticing that you looked a little flush.

Halfway through the party, it all seemed to halt as the doors opened and another pack was introduced almost hesitantly. All night packs had been introduced time and time again, the party would stop for a few moments to greet them properly before conversations were started again. This time the one fell hush for too long.

“Introducing Ardyn of the Inuzina pack of Nilfhelm.”

“I was not expecting him to…Y/N Sweetheart are you fine?” Regis asked as he noticed the look of dread on your face.

You went to open your mouth, but you couldn't, you couldn't speak and it felt hard to breathe. This was worse than a panic attack, this was pure fear reaching up to grab you by the throat, stopping any words that wanted to come out.

“Clarus, please escort Y/N to the drawing room,”Sylva called, as she stroked your arms. “I’ll send the boys to you.”

“Come on,” Clarus stated, leading you out the room quickly, as you both got out of sight from the party, you quickly collapsed in on yourself. Your large dress trapping your legs as you seemed to shut down, it took every part of you to remember to breathe and even that was hard. Clarus knelt as he adjusted you better to make certain he had a hold of you, and the dress the man carry you out to a private waiting chamber. “You’re fine, it’s fine.” He tried to comfort you.

Yet each time you attempted to catch your breath you only found yourself panting harder It felt like everything was spinning and you were dunked underwater, you felt tears ruining your make up, and your body goes numb. You didn’t even realize that the others had joined you until you felt Gladiolus pull you into his lap, which resulted in you panicking and thrashing.

“Easy, easy Love,” Ignis called, sitting down on the other side of the larger man. “It’s just us.”

You stopped your trashing as you looked around, but then the panting returned and the numbness in your arms was still there.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Noctis asked, sitting down beside Gladiolus as Prompto knelt before your dress, resting his head in your lap, holding tightly to your hands.

You managed to find your voice as you cried out, “It’s him! He’s here!”

“What?”

“The…my old Alpha.”

The bought the room to the rather angry silence.

“Y/N, is that monster who hurt you, Ardyn?” Ignis inquired, as you nodded weakly. Ignis turned to Gladiolus, the man quickly pulling you from the large Alpha’s hold into his own lap covering your ears, as Gladiolus let out a rather loud and dangerous sounding growl that everyone was surprised managed to come from his human throat. “Gladio.”

“That bastard has the gall to show up here!” Gladiolus growled, jumping from the couch as he began pacing the room, his lip curled into a snarl.

“Gladiolus calm down, you’re scaring, Y/N.” Prompto hissed, stroking your back as you trembled in Ignis’s hold.

“Gladiolus wait, what’s going on?” Clarus called.

“Ardyn needs to leave, now!” Noctis stated, his own eyes dilated as he fought the urge to transform and go after the man a few doors down.

“Better yet, I’ll rip his throat out.” Gladiolus barked, going back towards the door, only to be stopped by Clarus.

“Stay here, I’m going to go get the others.”

You were immediately surrounded by your family, hands trembling as you gave them a more abridged version of your life before you joined them. You watched as shocked faces became angry and as tempers begun to flare.

“I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you.” You cried hands ball tightly into the black and silver fabric of your dress, only to see Ravus kneel before you.

“This is not your fault, that man is sick has been for a while,” Ravus stated, taking your hands in his own. “He will be escorted off the grounds, I will make certain of that.”

“We’ll stay here with Y/N, I want that monster out of my home.” Sylva hissed, sitting beside you allowing you to rest against her, while Lunafreya sat to your other side a comforting hand resting on your back.

You were left in the room, with your Mother and Sister, while Cor took post at the door, the fighters of the pack moving to get rid of the nightmare within your life.

That evening while you waited, head resting in your mother’s lap, holding the small little brown pup of Iris against your chest. Your family being the protection that allowed you to catch what little sleep you did manage to get.

For the next few weeks, you all stayed within the Citadel, while an outpost was built close to your home. Clarus and Cor put 5 of their best recruits on the outlook, worried about the repercussions of Ardyn. As the old Alpha seemed rather upset about being asked to leave from his grand nephew’s home. Of course the familial ties were never known to you, as they cast out the main branch years ago, when he refused to step down from the throne, and Regis’s father, Mors, had to forcibly take his rightful place, and Ardyn’s rule was removed as he never was in line for the throne. It was then found that Ardyn had killed the Alpha of Nilfhelm and taken over not long after he was exiled from Insomnia.

It was explained to you that Ardyn did indeed suffer from an illness referenced as Alpha sickness. A disease that often leads to many wolves who lived too long to suffer hysteria if not until the correct care. Wolf shifters lived long lives, but some wolves did not when to give that up. Ardyn was, unfortunately, one of those wolves and had been alive from well over the typical lifetime of a wolf that would wander away to join the night sky or pass peacefully when a younger member took their place.

Ardyn refused to let that happen.

Even though you were escorted home, and had the pack less than 5 minutes away in the outpost, you had a sneaking suspicion about the man who had left rather easily. Sylva had offered to let you stay a little longer, but more than ever you wish to be home. Your home, Ardyn knew where to look for you at the Citadel and you worried that he would hurt them in order to get to you.

It happened quickly, the moment that you knew that summer would be a few days away, and you would have to convince Gladiolus to at least sleep on a blanket when he refused to come inside and want to sleep upon the stars.

You were being escorted back home from the market when Ardyn appeared with more of those brainwashed Betas.

“My my haven’t you made a name for yourself.” He chuckled moving towards you.

You froze in spot, trying to hide behind the warriors here to protect you, they refused to allow Ardyn close, one quickly transformed tossing their head back howling. Getting one in return from Ignis, but he sounded so far away. The soldier, you recalled being named Crowe, circled you. Within a quick moment, the other four men transformed leaping at Ardyn and his pack, while Crowe ducked her head between your legs sliding you to her back as she began to race you to the direction she heard Ignis howling.

Crowe released another howl, as you laid flat against her back, she was slower than your pack as she wasn’t use to your weight added to her own, but she ducked between the trees and moved through the large field where you'd normally find Chocobo, but the birds more than likely scattered at hearing the calls of wolves. Hearing a closer call of Gladiolus and Ignis, only for you to be thrown off her back as you both tumbled through the field from one of the Beta wolves slamming into her. You rolled over, gasping as you backed away from the wolf coming at you next, only to have it be knocked out the air by the broad form of your mate.

“Gladiolus.” You cheered, as he turned to you, nuzzling you warmly, inspecting the cut on your arm from sliding across the earth.

Ignis followed checking over Crowe before his haunches rose, his teeth bared letting out a loud growl, as both he and Crowe back towards you. Your eyes turned to where the two wolves were glaring, seeing the redhead man stepping from the woods.

“Is this your pack?” Ardyn chuckled, flanked by ten more wolves. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth, do you know that.”

Gladiolus barked angrily, as he stayed close to you.

“Is this one of your little friends, if you don’t recall you belong to me.”

“No.” You muttered as Ignis moved so your hand rested within his fur, Crowe taking your other side.

Ardyn chuckled a simple motion of his hand holding the sick Betas of his own pack at bay, "So you run from me, and become the Prince's little concubine." Ardyn sniffed as the wind shifted, only a smile that was all fangs to appear on his face, "Oh mates, you really have worked yourself up in the world now haven't you? This still doesn't change what you were born as, a Breeding Bitch. More specifically my Breeding Bitch."

Your hand dug deeper in Ignis's fur only to realize that your group had been surrounded. "No!"

Ardyn made a tsking noise in the back of this throat, before looking to the Betas awaiting an order, “Kill them.”

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