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"Chosen by the Devourer"

Title: "Chosen by the Devourer": Stray Kids fanfiction

Pairing: Felix x Reader Female

Genre: Dark Fantasy | Horror Romance | Folklore Fantasy | Monster AU

Warnings: Human sacrifice, possessive love, manipulation, dark themes, moral ambiguity.

Summary: In a forgotten village at the edge of an ancient forest, a young woman is offered as sacrifice to a monster who wears human skin. But the creature in the woods does not want her blood—he wants her devotion.

The village bells rang only for death.

You learned that early—how their sound scraped against the sky like a warning rather than a prayer. When they rang for you, slow and deliberate, no one wept. No one protested. The women shut their shutters. The men avoided your eyes.

The monster in the woods demanded blood.

And you had been deemed suitable.

They dressed you in white so the blood would show. A thin shift, old and fraying, meant for burial rather than survival.

“You brought this upon us,” the elder hissed as they dragged you toward the woods. “The monster has grown restless.”

You knew what that meant.

For weeks, livestock had been torn apart and left half-eaten. Deep claw marks had been found on the church doors. Shapes moved between trees at night—too tall, too fast. The Devourer was awake again.

And you were the price.

At the forest’s edge, they forced you to your knees. Mud soaked into the hem of your shift.

“May he be satisfied,” they whispered.

Then they fled.

The woods swallowed them whole.

You stayed there long after the echoes of their footsteps vanished, chest tight, breath uneven. The forest felt aware—not watching, but waiting. As though something ancient had already circled your fate long before the villagers tied the rope.

“You smell like fear.”

The voice came from behind you.

Low. Smooth. Intimate.

You twisted around.

He stood impossibly close, crouched like a predator examining prey that hadn’t realized it was caught yet. Golden hair fell loose around his face, pale freckles dusting skin too flawless to belong to a mortal man. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim—warm, almost kind.

Almost.

“You’re early,” he murmured. “They usually run farther before leaving them.”

You tried to crawl back, but roots rose from the ground, curling around your ankles, pinning you in place.

“Please,” you choked. “Just kill me quickly.”

Felix smiled.

“Oh, little offering,” he said softly. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be breathing.”

His fingers brushed your throat—light, testing. You flinched, heart hammering beneath his touch.

“So fragile,” he whispered. “And yet they thought you would appease me.”

“What are you?” you asked, tears slipping free.

He tilted his head, studying the way your fear trembled through your body. The forest leaned in. For a moment, his human shape flickered—something vast and monstrous pressing against skin not meant to contain it. Horns ghosted into existence before vanishing. Claws brushed your jaw without breaking skin.

“I am hunger,” Felix said. “I am the promise they made and never intended to keep.”

His hand slid down to the rope binding your wrists. With a flex of his fingers, it snapped like rotten thread.

Freedom should have felt like hope.

Instead, dread pooled in your stomach.

“You’re not sending me back,” you realized.

“No,” he agreed. “I’m keeping you.”

The forest opened for him, roots and branches parting as though bowing. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat—slow, powerful, not quite human.

“I don’t take sacrifices,” he whispered against your ear. “I take what is mine.”

You struggled weakly, but his grip tightened—possessive, unyielding.

“Don’t fight me,” he warned, voice darkening. “I would hate to hurt you before you understand.”

His home lay deep within the woods—a den of stone and bone, lit by unnatural fire. Skins and trinkets hung from the walls. Old things. Human things.

You trembled as he set you down on a bed of moss and fur.

“You should hate me,” Felix said, kneeling before you. “You should beg. You should scream.”

He leaned closer, breath brushing your lips.

“But you won’t.”

Your body betrayed you—heart racing, breath hitching, fear twisting into something dangerously close to longing.

He smiled, slow and knowing.

“They left you to die,” he whispered. “I chose you to live. To belong.”

His thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching a tear.

“Mine,” he said.

The word settled into your bones like a curse—and a vow.

Outside, the forest roared softly, roots tightening around the village paths far beyond reach.

The Devourer was no longer hungry.

He was in love.

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@scrungleclaws I decided to make loafs of Folklore Kit and Tails from you AU/fic.

I know Kit is definitley meant to be taller but I kinda just copied over Metal Breaker Tails' body and stretched it out a little to make his body.

Also I know he isn't meant to be that monstrous but I kinda felt like exaggerating his claws to make it more obvious he's supposed to sorta be a monter like creature kelpie fennec thing.

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