ftm-imagines

[ftm-imagines]

Cassandra Dimitrescu x male!Reader

Notes: Warning for blood, injury, and slightly hinted transphobia (not from Cassandra though).

Reader is trans (ftm).

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Standing in the evening sun, head tilted back and eyes closed in the middle of the forest, Cassandra felt her anger fade into nothingness. Truthfully (and she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, much less her sisters) there was some special in the way that the world around her was quiet. No insolent maids to get on her nerves. No mother to constantly call her name. No sisters to prod and poke her into anger…just the slight quietness that accompanied the woods, with only crickets chirping and birds whistling.

Cassandra saw no reason to leave or move.

That was, until the sound of a crash caused her eyes to snap open, a snarl building on her lips as the smell of blood hit her nose.

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In the quietness and peaceful noise of the forest, you were disturbing it.

You were running, leaping over rocks and occasionally stumbling over roots only to jump back up again and keep moving. You had to get away. You knew you wouldn’t survive if you allowed the villagers to reach you. In your mind laid your sureness in the fact that, if caught, they would kill you…or worse. So you kept moving, the heels of your feet aching and your chest heaving deep breaths as you marched forward, dodging tree branches and whatever else seemed to be in your way, pure adrenaline pushing you onwards.

It’s only as your losing energy that you stumble, foot catching onto something and propelling you forward.

You fall hard, air leaving you in a rush and your chest gasping as you laid on the ground. Your ears ringed and you sputtered, wincing at the feeling of warm liquid dripping from your head.

Blood, you realized.

You were bleeding.

Yet, the rustling of footsteps behind you caught your attention more and you couldn’t manage to hide the whimper that escaped you.

They had found you.

The villagers had found you.

Yet…the voice that met your still ringing ears wasn’t a voice you recognized.

“A manthing?” The voice purred in interest as they approached your prone body, fingers gilding through your hair roughly to grip at the strands tightly. You winced, breath hitching as the tight grip caused your head to raise until your eyes met dark ones. Your eyes widened.

A goddess stood in front of you, brown hair framing a beautiful face that was covered in blood.

Were you in heaven?

The goddess was too beautiful to be mortal, yet the snarl on her face instilled an uneasy feeling in you.

On second thought, maybe you were in hell.

Either way, you would rather meet your end by a beautiful woman than by the men of your village but still, the question left your lips without hesitation, “are you an angel?”

The goddess scoffed, her hand dropping its grip on your hair and causing your head to fall back onto the ground.

You groaned at the pain that shot through your head and the goddess gave a strange noise of triumph at the sound. She was happy that you were in pain, you realized.

Hell it was.

The goddess paused, her face leaning towards yours. “A maiden?” She questioned, eyebrow raising.

You winced, words falling from your lips unbidden, “I’m a man,” and you were. It didn’t matter that you were born into the wrong body or was missing the parts a typical man would have. You were a man.

The goddess’s head tilted, her face almost bored and you hurried to explain, despite knowing that the explanation would probably be the end of your existence, “I was born a woman, but I’m not one.”

With that explanation, your eyes closed in preparation for the pain that would follow only for the goddess’s words to shock you, “I wasn’t born a monster.”

Your eyes opened and the goddess grinned, sharp teeth causing you to falter and shrink into yourself.

“But I am one, manthing,” she purred.

The next thing you met was bursting pain and like that you were out, darkness filling your vision until you knew no more.

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Ending is up to interpretation, but I like to think that Cassandra knocked you out and took you back to the castle so she could ask Lady Dimitrescu if she could “keep” you.