Concept beastfolk idea: Buff, intimidating wolf who's super sweet and always smiling. He was in a secret relationship with afab reader during the Zoo era but got caught by reader's strict parents and was sent to the Zoo. A few years past and the Zoo breakout happens. Wolf tracks down reader but is no longer the same kindhearted beast she once knew him as thanks to his cruel prison. Especially after learning that he paid her parents a "special visit" before finding her.
Sorry if this is a lot and over detailed! I was really interested in the concept of the zoo era/early breakout years and wanted to know how it would affect couples in a Romeo and Juliet situation.
note: -slams this down after many months of absence and runs the fuck away-
→summary: once, he was sweet. now, he wasn’t, looming above you with eyes you thought were so gentle—now burning with something else entirely.
→rating: T (to be safe)
→pairing: fangedfolk (lycas) / gn!reader
→warnings / tags: mentions of forced institutionalization / institutional abuse, implied parental abuse, past mentions of abduction, implied kidnapping, multiple deaths mentioned, implied traumas, segregation, strict upbringing, fictional slur is used, noncon kissing / licking, cliffhanger, reader got shit parents
→word count: 2k, unedited
minors dni.
—this is part of my beastfolk universe!
minors dni, this is an unhealthy relationship.
post-break out, after the beastfolks and humankind reached to an agreement but the uneasy tensions still remain.
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It was a quiet morning, the security high on alert as usual around campus, rifles tapping against their shoulders and batons resting against their thighs—a normal sight these recent days. You reined in the urge to let out a heavy sigh, your pen rolling over your knuckles as you tried to focus on the professor’s lecture. You’d managed to jot down a few notes for the upcoming exam, but your mind kept drifting back to the old aches you’d tried to bury countless times before. With a wince, you left a long stray mark at the end of your latest scribble.
Lately, you were…antsy.
A sense of foreboding, maybe—just like that night your piss poor excuse of a mother had you shipped off to some boarding school for your final year at high school, snatching you in the middle of the night so you wouldn’t run away to warn your—
You shook your head and pressed your palm to your forehead, forcing yourself to write something.
Anything.
Somehow, you’d written down a few exact lines the professor had said—completely useless for your notes. Fuck.
You dropped your hand to the cool surface of the row table. You’d have to ask a classmate for theirs later.
Once again, your thumb dug into the sharp edge of the fang on your bracelet, the blue stone beads doing little to cool the anxiety in your chest.
Something was wrong…
And you didn’t know if you wanted to break the no-contact vow you’d placed on yourself to check in on your parents. You’d abandoned them the moment they’d abandoned you—all because of your choice in a partner.
Whatever had happened since…well, with your grip tightening around the dangling fang from your long-lost boyfriend, you figured they already got what they deserved.
You still remember that day, dragged away in tears, voice cracking from endless pleas to just leave him and his family be. You’d begged, promised to obey, to be their sweet, obedient child again. Yet, instead, they made enemies out of many hiding behind the walls. Last you heard, they’d been targeted and harassed, and mostly by your own kind, no less, and had to move twice to escape the consequences of their so-called ‘good Samaritans’ deeds.
Your love for them died the same day they tore yours from your reach.
The hatred in your heart still burned, that you’d simply walked away from your parents after graduation with nothing but the clothes on your back, but you kept trying to live on. Always searching for that familiar pair of piercing blue eyes, always adding one more letter to the unsent pile, hoping that one day, you and he would find each other again and he’d read everything you’d written about your everyday life. It was what he would’ve wanted for you, after all.
Despite your self-convictions though, that dreary feeling kept sinking into your bones.
Maybe it was just jitters from the recent news—beastfolk and humankind agitating each other, crime rates rising at an uneven pace. You hated living in the segregated zone, suffocated by rules and restrictions. It reminded you too much of that hellish year at that boarding school.
Slumping your shoulders, you reached into your usual pocket for your keys, your thoughts wandered to your boyfriend’s mom’s cooking. You loved her savory soups—she’d always made you feel at home, like one of her cubs. You used to feel so envious of your boyfriend for having such a wonderful mother, especially when yours offered only strictness and disappointment, constantly measuring you against her impossible expectations. His mom was the one who made you realize just how much your own parents, quite frankly, sucked.
“…Damn,” you murmured, leaning your shoulder against the front door, regret coloring your voice, “I hope they’re all okay. I don’t think I’ve even smiled once since…”
Metal clicked against metal as you slid your key into the lock and turned it, blissfully oblivious to your surroundings.
If you had, then perhaps you’d notice a tall, hulking figure on the street corner watching your every move.
Once inside the empty apartment, you switched the lights on and absently greeted your pet on the way to the refrigerator to grab some leftovers for dinner. You hadn’t noticed your pet’s keen interest in the door you’d just locked a moment before. Too exhausted to care, you deposited your things and proceeded to your usual nightly routine.
That night was nothing out of the ordinary for you.
Sprawling out in your bed, surrounded by comfortable sheets and soft pillows, you had little left to do but to fall asleep and dream of happier times.
Yet sleep eluded you.
Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes became hours, before finally, your eyes grew heavy enough—
Loud poundings from the front door startled you, and with an angry groan, you all but stomped your way to yell at the ones responsible for disrupting your much-needed sleep. It was your ingrained “stranger danger” upbringing that stopped you from flinging open your door, and you peered through the peephole.
“…Policemen?” you blinked.
One of them was about to pound your door again when you unlocked it and glanced at them warily through the crack. Tensions had your muscles tight, as you murmured, “Can I help you gentlemen?”
“—?” One said your full name.
Your frown deepened, “…Yes?”
The other sighed and readjusted his hat. “We have some news for you.”
Your blood ran cold.
Dead.
Your parents were found dead.
They didn’t say a whole lot, sparing details to quiet your unneeded guilt, but enough so that you knew they died a gristly death—at the hands of some ‘gutterjaw’*, they said—right inside their own home.
Good riddance, you wanted to say, barely masking your grimace at the slur being used in front of you, but crumbs of mixed feelings lingered.
“…Fuck,” you mumbled into your hot mug, your hands not even feeling the radiating heat from the ceramic. The dark liquid within hadn’t stopped rippling from your shaky grips, yet numbness dulled your senses to realize your state of being. The policemen gave you their sympathies and left after an hour, leaving you to process and digest the information they delivered.
You were alone, with your lights dimmed in your kitchen, with your jumbled thoughts.
Your pet nudged you, confused by your emotions, their wide gaze piercing through your soul. Was it worried about you, or was it asking for its early breakfast? You weren’t sure, but didn’t care. Whatever it was, it was at least a distraction.
“…you hungry?” you mumbled tiredly.
Idly, once the kibbles scattered noisily into its bowl, you patted its head and slumped, how much its eyes reminded you of your missing boyfriend. Selfishly and yearningly craving some company, you’d adopted this little creature specifically because of its eyes. The fang that dangled from your wrist had never felt so heavy.
Your parents were gone.
There is no one left in your life now.
Thick tears cascaded down your cheeks, and for the first time in your life, you had no more anchor to ground you.
You couldn’t live out of pure spite anymore.
Sobs came like thunder, and the floor felt like ice on your skin.
“—, wake up.”
You wrinkled your nose, confused at why you were hearing both your pet’s confused noises and a husky deep voice. It was somehow nostalgic, yet unfamiliar. With a groan, you mumbled and pushed yourself up from your curled position, palms pressing against the tiled floor. When your bleary eyes flickered open, you yelped in shock and scuttled backward at the sight before you.
A hooded…man? His face was concealed in deep shadow, leaving only his wet nose and elongated muzzle with thinned lips visible. He crouched low to the floor, absently doting on your traitorous pet with soft strokes along its face, using his gloved claws.
What the fuck?
Gaping at this intruder in a wordless stupor, your mind scrambled to process his identity.
There were twin bulges against the hood where his ears would be, and his feet looked oddly crooked, wearing inappropriately large human shoes. His fluffy tail swished along the floor like a fan of feathers—
A fangedfolk!?
“W—why are you in my apartment!?” you yelped, scrambling back until your spine smacked hard into a chair.
His glowing gaze shifted slowly onto yours, and your chest thumped at how eerily familiar they were. Your stomach dropped upon his dangerous grin, his black lips pulling apart to reveal pearlescent, jagged teeth. His tail waved slowly, its many colors painting a happier memory behind his large figure, as he released a slow chuckle—voice oddly hoarse, as if he had aged decades…
You trembled, crawling toward his smile, and uttered one name you’d wanted to say for years: “L, Lycas? M, my Lycas?”
As if giving him the confirmation he needed, the smile grew manically.
He grasped your chin, the claws feeling like razors against your skin, and your fingertips brushed across the furs on his snout, still weakly chanting his name. Then his voice dropped to a dangerous level as if in warning:
“Do not scream, my love.”
As your blood ran cold, he gave you no opportunity to defy his threat. You sputtered—and then, he was on you, biting at your mouth before forcing his tongue inside. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a conquest, all teeth and panting fury. You clawed into his shoulders, your protests muffled, and for the first time ever, you no longer found the sharp fangs on your face thrilling.
Fear.
Since when were you ever afraid of your Lycas? That sweet, loud, endlessly earnest Lycas? The same idiot who howled off-key with his siblings until they made everyone’s ears rang? Who’d nab you onto his back and just run, just to prove he could carry you no matter how far (and your weight meant nothing—even that wouldn’t stop him)? His family, his pack, was his heart, and he’d already accepted you into it with a promise of one day making you its center.
The gentle boy who would trip over his own paws trying to make you laugh now had you frozen in fear.
This was not your Lycas you knew. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him.
He never held you like this, like an object he wanted to break into thousands of pieces. Before, you were like fine glass, something beautiful that only deserves gentle touches and slow kisses. Now, anger trembled his grip.
You choked on his tongue, your lungs screaming for oxygen and your feeble pushing did nothing to break his kiss, despite your fingers tearing through his polyester jacket. Your moaning protests swelling into his mouth and confused tears beaded into your eyes, slipping into thin rivulets down your cheeks. This had to be an imposter, you tried to convince yourself—but deep inside, you know this was Lycas.
Why would he come back the same?
Your knees buckled and your head spun, you attempted to shove him again—
Finally, he pulled away and his tongue slithered like a snake, saliva glinting along his teeth, and you wheezed into a cough.
You missed the way his tongue swept over his fangs, his eyes darkened in a mixture of fury and possessiveness, as you tried to rasp, “L, Lycas…!”
Faintly, you registered the sharp tips of his claws (since when had he sharpened these? He’s always hated accidentally scratching you or his siblings) tracing down your spine. His voice rumbled, “It’s time to come home. They’re all waiting.”
“Wha—?” Dizziness distorted your vision, then a sharp pinch stabbed through your neck, right where your heartbeat thudded. The world dropped away to a darkening blur.
Your body dropped, staggering bonelessly against him, with his arms wrapping around your vulnerable form with a familiar ease. The last thing you saw was his eerily bright gaze, before the blackness took you.
The last thing you’d heard?
“Pst, pst…wanna come home with us?” Lycas clicked his tongue at your whining pet, voice warming with that same charm you fell in love with, “Always got room for one more four-legged critter…”
Your head slumped against his chest, his heartbeat pounded against your ear, that same, gentle rhythm you’d fall asleep to so many times before. Somewhere inside this stranger, that same kind Lycas you loved, still existed.
The bracelet on your wrist felt a little like a burden now, but a comforting one.
—end...?
*it’s a fictional slur targeting certain types of beastfolks, specifically those with both fangs and claws.
I think you’ve answered something question similar before, but what would happen in the beastfolk universe if a female reader was taken to like a auction/brothel, got pregnant, and somehow gave birth to 3-4 babies all with different beastfolk fathers? 🧐
Would the 3-4 beastfolk baby daddies compete over the reader? Or just reluctantly share her with the other beastfolk in some sort of weird custody agreement? Or even some just take their baby and leave reader absolutely no fucks given? 😭
(This question is for beastfolk that aren’t part of some pack. So no canine beastfolk or something. I’m thinking like a bull is a baby daddy, a wolf is a baby daddy, a bear is a baby daddy, etc. They’re all different animals)
tw for pregnancy talks.
i'm assuming this is the one you're referring to.
biologically speaking, two different fathers, max, for a natural pregnancy. human bodies aren't built for more than that, outside the usual odd flukes. that said, the odds can increase when there are drugs involved that tamper with the ovulation, which wouldn't be uncommon in more corrupted brothels, auction houses, and other similar areas. even then, triple/more siring would be pretty rare.
lucky, even. might've even been looked at as a lucky charm, of sorts, depending on who's running the place and the patrons there.
double siring is probably as rare as having (human) twins, really.
what happens after?
well, that's complicated. Multiple beastfolk sires, none bonded, and all from different subspecies? yes, there would've been fights over the darling. the instincts don't stop, after all. some might just want the baby and couldn't care less about the birther. some might feel a sense of obligation.
and it's not unheard of for one to just leave 'for a pack of cigarettes' and never return, either.
ultimately, I can't give you a solid, single answer, because everyone's different. cultures, regions, eras, individual personalities--all still factors in. What I can say is, it can definitely get messy for sure.
edited i got offended by a dumb typo and fixed rip
“been very slowly chipping away a piece i'm working atm ':) (which is....not a lot but weh its smth!)”
What are you writing about? 👀
UHHH. i'll just...dunk this here.
his flock of one
—the god shaped his bride, so shall the shepherd, to reshape his adorable lamb into his. 🛐🐇
here's ya hint lol it's slow going and i did take a lot of effort to make up my own religious system to avoid stepping on toes. there would be a fair bit of inspiration there and here, though.
unfortunately, it only got like 400 words though. it really was slow going. :(
Ooh please tell us more about the changes I'm really curious as to what's changed over the years for the beastkin
UHHHH, mostly timeline stuff and regional differences. as a disclaimer, the au's world would have a very different set of history than we irl do, so not only would they have completely different names, religions, cultures, etc. (while still being inspired by and having some similarities), their events would've differed as well. we don't have beastfolks in our world, so not having that race didn't change anything for us. but in an alternative timeline that does have another race in the same world? of course things would've been different.
the biggest is to acknowledging that applachia (this au's version of america) isn't the whole world. some events, like the zoo and the breakout, either never happened, happened earlier, or happened later in other countries.
this is also the world that was never truly fully connected oversea until the zoo breakout happened. applachia remained isolated and closed off, left without communication tech or internet for the longest time. their own ancestors built the literal walls between both races (on the same land, even) due to racism, fear, and just a lack of understanding between humans and beastfolk. so initially, both sides only had a vague knowledge of each other, in the sense of being mythical. sure, their leaders and certain underground circles knew the truth, had common dealings (sex and breeding rings come to mind), but their relationships were always tense pre-zoo.
that history is mainly focused on applachia, though.
other countries would've entirely different stories. some might have religions based on the other race. belief systems, caste systems, entire societies built around how humans and beastfolks interact--or don't at all. however, i'm still doing research on the side because i really don't want to accidentally offend anyone from those cultures while still incorporating similar elements into my own writing.
so, yeah, mostly minor details, while we still get to explore the whole world a bit more deeply.
Hi! This is a question! I don't know if you've talked about this before or not, but if you have, I apologize.
Do beastfolks generally decide who they want to spend the rest of their lives with, like at what age?
Is teenage pregnancy (baby trap) common because the beastfolk thinks they've found the love of their life, or not? Or do they only decide who they want as mates when they're adults?
ah, not this kind of question, no.
eh, dependent? genuinely not sure how to answer, honestly. papa bull and conservative lion are some of my characters who lost their spouses, and well, they made a new life afterward. so, like everyone, life will change a lot of things and alter the path you initially wanted to be on.
that said, there are irl animals who mate for life, so i do imagine their beastfolk counterpart would've been similar. swans immediately come to mind, wolves and bald eagles too. so, in theory, yes, they likely decided on who they'd like to spend the rest of their lives with from a young age. lycas is possibly one of those characters of mine who decided early on that his darling was the only one for him, despite everything that happened between the two (the darling's parents being responsible for 'reporting' him and his family and having them taken away to a zoo).
there are consistencies among subspecies of the beastfolks, sure, but it's never 100%. again, look at some of my characters who lost their spouses. papa bull lost his wife to cancer and had lived his life without her for probably over a decade, taking care of their children. conservative lion was implied to have lost his family to a zoo--and that things ended in tragedy for them. so…life can just happen.
yes, teenager pregnancy can happen. yes, it can be because of those reasons.
and yes, it's not uncommon for those pregnancies to be intentional. when a young beastfolk was convinced they'd found their one, delaying can induce anxiety--and well, teenagers doesn't always think logically. they can be reckless and make those choices, disregarding any possible consequences. sometimes it ends well, sometimes it…becomes a complicated situation to live with. not all of them think this way, of course, but it's one of those recognized patterns. i wouldn't be surprised that stereotypes against certain circles can result from these occurrences.
like i said, everyone is different. i cant even tell you how old at all, because everyone has different lives. i do think fangedfolk, whiskeredfolk, clawedfolk, and toothedfolk--would've been among the biggest offenders though, with the bird-based beastfolks being pretty uncommon. 16 and 17 would probably be an average age.
beastfolks probably have a stigma against having children with anyone younger, though. I've probably mentioned before that they do take the well-being of children pretty seriously, so that would likely reflect in their teenagers, too.
I was thinking again about the fantastic universe you created. This is not a request. I just wanted to tell you about the scenario I was thinking of. You know, from what I remember, there isn't any scenario showing both humans and beastfolk attending universities, so I thought about how crazy it must be, right? The fights! Because imagine if, by chance, two territorial and monogamous beastfolk were interested in the same human... well, maybe the institution is already used to dealing with that, but it must be very expensive to maintain a lot of security.
i did kind of touch on the university in here? but i didn't explore that deeply at all tbh, just that they had segregations and guards around. plus it's time and regional dependent too.
but yes, they'd have guards there as most public areas would have. good for job economy too, i'd reckon lol
i do imagine the tuition would've been a bit more on the expensive side to supplement the security in some areas. if the area is well off, the tuition would've been far more affordable (ironically) and the donations the schools would get from their patrons would usually go into improvements and, again, security (and other protective measures).
outside the school and education industries, i do feel that the public would pay for the security. private establishments pay for their own, though.
of course, as i've often said before, it's very regionally (and era) dependent. poorer and more conservative areas wouldn't invest as much in the security guards and other means, for example.
lets see...commonly, there would probably be some kind of code of conduct, and most universities would've clauses that if someone broke it (be they a human or beastfolk), they could immediately discipline or expel, preventing any situation from worsening. i do imagine that would cut down the fights by a significant amount. probably would only cover if the offenders and victims are on their properties (dorms and classes, for one) in most cases, unfortunately...
wouldn't be surprised if the security are trained in being a meditator if their counselor isn't physically equipped. wouldn't be uncommon either, especially if they're a human working with multiple beastfolk students.
most buildings are already outfitted for beastfolks of all sizes and temperaments, so there would potentially be spaces where a victim or the targeted (usually humans but more frail species of beastfolks happen too) could hide in and seek assistance via a phone call or if there's already someone there.
definitely got insurance invested, at least.
uhhh, what else am i missing...
oh, sports and gyms (if the university offers any) would've been a commonplace for the rivals to safely compete over their darling and to vent out their own issues and lessen the risk of being expelled.
but honestly, there are way too many factors to consider here, so i can't really give you the exact rundown. regional and eras would have many differences, so i just covered the basic common grounds most universities across the country/globe would reasonably have.
bureaucratic. too complicated to cover in one post.
ah, i went off on a tangent as usual. i hope i answered some, at least??
—all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed, the beastfolk character design of valerius, with a bonus sketchy doodle of him and his darling in the background, complimenting each other on their acting in whatever episode they recently starred in while valerius is squeezing his flustered darling.
you can get some idea of how big of a height difference between the two--ideally he'd still be a fair bit bigger though.
prompt requested by a dear nonnie <3!!
I love the latest designs of papa and duke! Had me blushing seeing both of them with a suggestive smile 💜
If your still taking requests, can you doodle Valerius? I loved reading about him and seeing him drawn would be a dream come true 🥰
--anonymous
aaaa hope you enjoyed! it's not the most accurate design i can envision for valerius, its rather rough and done quick-like for my liking, but i'm satisfied for now :) he's quite a handsome snake, isn't he? all dressed up for the today's episode, flirting it up with his favorite boo across the countertop while mixing up the pretend expensive drinks in front of the cameras.
the pieces featuring valerius:
—a thousand photographs of you (the og hc that spawned valerius' existence)
—smile for the camera (full n/sfw piece)
heed the dead dove warnings!
—all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed, the beastfolk character rough design for "Scar"/the scarred one + rough birb design concepts for my au with a funny sketch.
well, these were supposed to come out...yesterday, but my body said lol fek u. anyway, more doods for my beastfolk au, with "scar's" rough design and overall very basic ideas for the winged people anatomy.
