Idea there is a horrid beast that terrorized the villiage, Every night killing the live stock, demolishing buildings, killing villagers. But luckily they found a way to stop the beast. Every few generations there is a ritual held to sastify the beast and leave the villiage alone. The ritual is the offering of someone who fits the description of the beast's old love, for the beast to take away to his den. 1/2
The beast (bakugo) was cursed to roam the lands forever and have his love ripped away from him. His love's soul is reincarnated every few years to live life again, growing up, looking the same when they first met bakugo but no longer holding the memories of their past life. I can only imagine the utter confusion of being locked away with someone who claims to know who you are and yet you have no recolection of who the heck the person infront of you is 2/2
So um, I took creative liberties, but omg... I really liked writing this.
Tw: Implied Sexual Assault, Yandere Themes, Captivity, Restraints
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You were the beast’s. Marked untouchable from such a young age, that you couldn’t really remember anything else. Your family ripped from you. It was tradition for your bloodline at this point, but you didn't know that. Once you started showing the true signs of what you were to be to the village, they forced the mantle of being the next sacrifice onto you. It started when you were very young. Daily lessons on how to act and drilling. They taught you what your place would be from the day you first bled.
That's why you were going to run away.
Originally? You accepted it. You knew no other way for yourself. Only the future as the wife of a beast who wanted the you from the past. A dead woman who was dust at this point, taken back into the earth.
It didn't change suddenly, but something in you questioned it. Questioned why you had to do this when everyone else made their own choices. They got to marry or court whoever they wanted. Bringing this up resulted in a talk about duty and the future of the village. Why should you care for the future if you may not live to see it? No one truly knew why the beast wanted girls like you. It could be companionship, a snack, or just to have fear control the village.
Though, it was also the things people didn't think you hear when it came to what they actually thought on your situation. About how they pitied you and how you were unfortunate. No, you weren't going to sit idly by and just be someone they told you to be. The beast could get over himself. Nothing could convince you to go with him. You had even forgotten your true family due to being separated at a young age. You were deprived of a childhood by the priests of your village. Everything had to be for the sake of the village and it sickened you. It wasn't your place, no matter how much they tried to train you.
It all clicked, the unfairness of it. The fact you wanted out. You wanted to run farther from here, to the other side of the earth. Anyway to escape this fate.
So you came up with a plan.
You crept through the dark night and into the forest to see the woman who would save you. The Gorgon. An old crone who took in girls who seeked to escape arranged marriages and abusives husbands. Even saving girls slavery and prostituting. Medusa was her name. Your mission was to find her. You heard whispers from servants at the temple of this to women who had blackened eyes and cuts from glass that their husbands caused. No one would protect anyone here, but you could leave.
No one would know who you were there. You would be free. Free to be happy for once.
You didn't know where the crone lived, but you knew the way to go. The trails to follow. You packed for a three day journey and took the golden coins from the offering to the gods to pay for your safe haven. Hopefully the gods would smite you if this didn't work out and you would be in no shape to marry the beast.
The snow fell, it was the week before you were to be sent to damnation. Darkness hugged the earth like a thick blanket, but warmed nothing. The cold cut through your layers like a knife and chilled you till your fingers shook as you avoided the eyes of others. The hood of the cloak you had stolen was up, hiding your face as the frost crunched beneath your feet.
The forest you could see was taller than anything you had ever known. It would be dense and full of danger. The danger kept the men and others who would seek to harm the sacred home of Medusa away… Wolves and cougars, things that could haunt your nights for years lurked there. With the right intent though, you could survive the journey. Just follow north and look for the creek with five heads of marble. You would be fine.
Before you could step through into the forest. You heard the alarm bells sound, torches were lit and chaos broke the village behind you as you proceeded to run.
They knew you were gone and the howling dogs called you back to your cage as you heart thumped in your ear like a war drum. It was the cold wind slapping your face and the fabric flying behind you as you sprint. You would never outrun the dogs. You needed to though.
This was so you could live!
The weight hit your back though and the wind escaped you. Everything turning frozen as time seemed to stop. You couldn't move. The freezing paws chilled you through the cloak as you laid in the snow. The dogs whining and yelping, barking as the swarmed you. You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the dogs who were too kind to even bite you, pulling on your cloak. Snarling when you would try to get up though.
The horse hooves as the townguard brought you back, hands tied and lifted onto the horse. Being led back as you sobbed, finding yourself filled to the brim with nothing but despair. A warm bath waiting for you and a proper scolding like you are a petulant child.
"Don't you know what you could have done? You could have doomed us all. If it wasn't so close to the festival…"
The high priestess hissed, giving you a scowl. If she were given the chance to be a sacrifice, you know that she would in a heartbeat. She seemed to want to marry the beast far more than you ever would. Not that she could, she never showed any care though about that fact though. Or the fact she could be ripped limb from limb by it. You knew the horror stories of the blood running through the streets and the livestock being ruined… The town left ablaze and many other things that happened.
After more yelling, you were sent back to your room. A small bed with a comfortable mattress and a warm blanket you've had forever. The dress from the ceremony was hung on the wall, prepared for the festival. Prepared to be worn by you. It was white with red accents, a hair piece ready to adorn you and everything was set for it to happen.
The week of the ceremony was filled with ritual fasting, feasting and everything between. There were ribbons binding you to your seat. Food you hated, food that was her favorite, colors that were HER favorite, flowers that she had loved. You hated every single thing present. Gifts and offerings laid before you as you sat on the altar. An offering yourself. Not a person, but an object for the beast to take. They fed you and you could feel yourself getting fatter with the rich delights that left you vomiting after they took you back to your chamber. You would be locked in there now. The priests knew you wanted out and they would not lose the power they had over you, claws in too deeply for you to struggle against their wishes. It was hell. This was hell.
The night before the last day of the festival, they gave you wine and made you drink until you could barely stay awake. The high priestess whispering in your ear, only you could not understand. You could feel as her cold, porcelain colored hand ran up your thigh, other followers watching with fascination and laughter. The games that they made you play. How they trained you.
You heard the growl. The screams. The High Priestess gasping as she stood, going to bow, but finding a red mouth opened on her neck. Crimson rolling down. Jewels of a ruby necklace covering her neck as she fell. You saw fangs and claws like steel flashed through the crowd. The torches fell from the motion and a bloodbath took place as you fell into darkness, still tied to the altar. Fear still possessing you through the haze of your inebriation. You swore you saw the red eyes of the beast staring at you. A demon's gaze.
It made you feel the hollowness within yourself.
The heat and the sweat feeling like you were being crushed.
Katsuki wasn't going to let anyone touch his soulmate. He would have never let you stay here this long if he had known.
"Don't worry… You're safe now and I'll never let them hurt you again." He murmured into your ear, a voice hoarse and deep that made a shiver run through your core. His breath was soothing as he lifted you, warmth radiating from his body. Calluses on his hands scraping against your soft skin as he held you to his chest, bridal style. Horns twisted through his hair and fur.