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vividxpages · 5 months ago

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𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩"guilty as sin?" ᡣ𐭩⋆๋𓂃ִֶָ ๋⋆𓏲𐙚

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 5800

summary: You always thought Jace could not be in love with you, his best friend’s little sister, but a dramatic incident during one of Cregan’s house parties reveals the truth.

warnings: modern au, pining, not so unrequited love, reader is Cregan’s little sister and a huge bookworm, Jace is Cregan’s best friend, fluff and falling in love, angst (mentions of childhood trauma/almost drowning), hurt/comfort, first kiss

a/n: i fought for my life uploading this via my phone, all the formatting from google docs went wooosh haha. Just a little something and different from what I wrote for Jace so far <3 The pool scene is inspired by the Maxton Hall series - if you watched it, you’ll know why ;)

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Your brother Cregan had met a new friend, during one of his vacations with his boys. Someone had asked the curly haired boy if he wanted to join and just like that, Jacaerys had become Cregan’s friend.

It was easy like that, sometimes.

But when your brother brought Jace over for the first time and you were reading in the living room, deeply lost in your book and not prepared for visitors, things quickly got much more complicated.

He was cute and completely unaware of it as you shook hands and he gave you an adorable smile that made you weak in the knees.

In the beginning, you thought he was like a ghost in your home, only appearing from time to time and briefly, but always leaving goosebumps on your skin when he shyly waved at you. Just his sight alone was enough to make you want to bury your face in your book. You wanted to become his friend, too. Until you wanted to be more than that.

And over the months, their duo became a trio as you joined them more and more often, curled up on your brother’s bed as he and Jace played a video game or going out with them for food or random drives.

You laughed together - it was so so easy to laugh with Jace - and you got to know him better when he told you about his big family and how nice it was to retreat into your quieter family’s house sometimes.

You caught yourself watching him more and more when no one was looking, daydreaming about what it’d be like to be close to him, to kiss his pouty lips and be his girlfriend…

But you were a trio now and you two were only connected by your older brother in the end.

But god, how inevitably you had fallen for Jacaerys, how impossible it was to forget about these desires.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃🥛 ࣪ ִֶָ.

It didn't take long until Jacaerys followed you into your dreams.

When you were sleeping, especially after you had read a couple pages of your favorite romance novels, he came to you, surrounded by smoke and fog. And for only a short lived dream, you could see each other together, doing things you wouldn't dare to think about during the day.

It was maddening and perfect and everything you wanted, but when you woke up, you were alone still.

You stared at the ceiling of your room, sighing deeply. Tucking your favorite stuffed animal, a small wolf with spotted fur, back under your blanket, you slid out of bed, in need of a distraction from fantasizing about kissing your brother's best friend.

You tiptoed down the staircase, silently slipping into the kitchen and feeling around the wall for the lightswitch.

"Don't get scared, I'm here." A soft voice came from the darkness and as you switched the light on, you spotted Jacaerys sitting at the kitchen table.

His hair looked disheveled from sleeping and he wore a long shirt and boxers, sheepishly looking at you with his phone in his hands.

Your hand itched to tuck a loose curl behind his ear for him.

“What are you doing awake?” You whispered, shuffling closer and rubbing your eyes with a yawn.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He smiled warmly at you, shrugging.

“I live here and I wanted a midnight snack.” You gave back. You rarely were alone with Jace lately, he and Cregan seemed to have reached a new stage in their friendship where it wouldn’t have surprised you if your older brother took his favorite Velaryon to the bathroom with him. “Is Cregan snoring?”

Jace chuckled quietly. “No. I just wanted to check my phone in case my cousin Rhaena texted me. My brothers are on a little trip with her and I want to make sure they’re okay and not homesick. They seem fine though, she sent me a picture of them eating ice cream earlier.”

Your chest ached funnily at the way he talked so lovingly about his family. But you knew Cregan’s habit as the oldest son all too well, needing to make sure you were okay all the time and you didn’t miss the way Jace smiled sadly at the picture on his phone after showing it to you.

“I bet they have the most amazing time and can’t wait to tell you all about it once they’re back.” You assured him and before you would have thought twice about it, you reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Your touch lingered, just a little moment too long and your eyes met.

Your breath hitched at his dark eyes on yours, shimmering in the soft kitchen light. You were both barefoot, in your sleeping clothes and your hair was open and uncombed and your heart was way too open for this time of the night.

You heard him exhale softly as you drew your hand back, feeling as if you had burned yourself. But why did you want to throw yourself wholly into his flames then?

“Would you like a chocolate milk?” You offered, the moment between you vanished. “It always helps me get back to sleep again.”

Jace furrowed his brows. “Cregan’s crazy for them too. He told me earlier you’re out of any chocolate milk.”

You grinned knowingly, walking past him and illuminating yourself in the cold light of the open fridge. “Yeah, that’s because he doesn’t suspect me hiding them behind the healthy stuff he avoids.”

Brushing past your yogurts and meal preps for your summer job, you produced two small milk cartons, shaking them victoriously.

Jace grinned at you and it only made you a little bit weak in the knees. "You're brilliant."

"I'm trying to survive with my vacuum cleaner of a hungry brother." You joked and handed him a carton, the two of you content as you began to sip on the sweet chocolate milk.

Under the soft light of the kitchen lamp, Jace and you forgot about time as you shared whispered stories with each other, your drinks soon becoming empty and replaced by new ones.

His gentle and unhurried words were good at calming down your entire body and soon, you felt your eyes drooping.

"I think we should both go back to bed now." Jace whispered. "I told Cregan we'll go play some basketball tomorrow morning and I want to beat him."

You laughed at the thought of your giant of a brother going up against Jacaerys. "Well, good luck to you."

With a tiny yawn, you stood up and smiled at him once again. "Thank you for the conversation, Jace. Sleep well."

"Goodnight." Jace said softly and for a moment, you lingered in the doorway, imagining if you weren't leaving. Imagining the two of you, him with you in his lap, pulling you closer as you kissed.

But you could dream about these things.

With one last smile, you left him, although your heart ached to stay with him for just a little longer.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🍋.

One afternoon, you were reading by the pool in the backyard.

You had just come back after your shift at your holiday job, helping out in a little bookshop downtown, and were now ready to relax all day.

On a small table next to your sun lounger stood a carafe of freshly pressed lemonade and the bookish harvest of the day, ready to be devoured by you until the sun went down.

The garden gate by the house rattled and you looked up, your hands nearly forgetting to put a bookmark between the pages as you spotted Jace letting himself in.

Your mouth went dry at his appearance, dark sunglasses holding back his curls, his white shirt a stark contrast against them. Illuminated by your kitchen lights or the sun itself, it didn't seem to matter for him.

He was so pretty, it almost made you want to look away, but you couldn't. You never could. And wasn’t this the root of the problem?

You swallowed against the dryness in your throat. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He smiled sheepishly at you before he looked up to Cregan’s window. “Cregan is not home yet?”

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s just me right now. Should I tell him you stopped by?”

He scratched his neck, a little helpless. “Um…if it’s okay, I could stay and wait for him? I like spending time with you, too, if that’s alright.”

You wanted to bury your face in your hands and giggle like stupid. You didn’t. “Yes, of course, no worries. Would you like a lemonade?”

Jace gratefully took the glass from your hands, your knuckles brushing against one another. “Thanks. You can continue reading if you want, just act like I’m not here.”

You thought about the steamy chapter you had just begun reading and considered your options. If you read, it was like every character the narrator was in love with became Jace. In your head, you two had already kissed and made love a thousand times like this. If you continued reading those longing and hot scenes with Jace so close to you, you were afraid you’d actually implode.

You watched him closely as he sat down by the edge of the pool, abandoning his shoes so he could dangle his long legs into the water.

The words in front of you melted together on the page, making it impossible to continue reading when he was so close to you.

Shifting on your sunchair, you allowed yourself to simply look at Jace who tilted back his head, closing his eyes against the sun and appreciating the quietness of the backyard. You wanted to go to him and kiss him on the lips. You wanted to go inside and splash very cold water on your face to stop these thoughts from happening.

“You know, I never see you swimming in here.” Jacaerys looked at you curiously, eyes scrunched together a little from the sun and probably the fact he was not wearing his contacts.

You shrugged, a little shy out of the sudden. “I used to, when I was younger. But…not anymore.”

“What happened?” Jace looked at you, curious yet a little worried.You tried to shrug it off, only to realize there was no shame in you when you talked to him. He waited for you, patiently so, but somehow you knew he would’ve let it go if you wanted it.

“We were on vacation once, Cregan, Sara and I, with our parents.” You told him and in your mind you could see the three of you playing together in the garden, your brother giving you a piggyback ride as Sara laughed in delight. “I wanted to go swimming in the morning, but no one was awake yet, so I snuck out. I just couldn’t wait to get into the pool. But I underestimated how deep it was and I couldn’t hold myself up well enough then…Cregan had woken up when he heard me leave and found me. I scared everyone, but I was okay, just coughed up some water and was shocked at my own boldness. Ever since, the pool and I are not really on good terms.”

Jacaerys looked at you, eyes filled with consternation and empathy. “I’m sorry you had an experience like this. That must’ve been very scary.”

You looked at him with surprise, but there were no jokes in him, only sympathy. “It was, but it’s okay. I was…six, I think, so it’s long behind me.”

“This whole pool is a waste if you can’t enjoy it.” Jace tried to lighten the mood and as always, his playful tone lured a smile out of you. A certain sparkle danced through his eyes and you knew whatever came next could not be taken seriously: “What would you like to have instead of it? A garden library maybe, for all your books? Maybe I can convince Cregan to cement the pool shut once your parents are gone next weekend.”

You laughed, a warm rush blossoming through you at the mention of your own little library. He knew how much you read and he had no clue you were seeing him in every love interest of your cheesy romance novels… “I bet my parents would love that and totally not…murder us once they’re back.”

As you laughed together, the small weight on your chest lifted itself and the memory from your story faded again, nothing but a distant thought of the past.

Cregan came home a little later and as he and Jace left to go up into his room, the two of you smiled at each other one last time, as if you were sharing a secret no one knew but you now.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🍿.

It was getting late, but Tuesday was movie night and neither of the three of you wanted to pull out of it first.

Cregan, Jace and you had pushed the couch table to the side and splayed blankets and pillows all over the carpet earlier.

To our feet was the rest of your movie snacks, but only a half-full bowl of popcorn remained which you passed back and forth from time to time.

When Cregan had suddenly not grabbed the bowl from you anymore, you and Jace had shared a knowing look.

Your brother was snoring softly, his head tilted back and arms entwined in front of his broad chest. He was out cold, completely oblivious to the movie still running quietly on the TV screen.

But you and Jace were still awake.

And out of the sudden you realized that you had never sat so close to each other. Your shoulders were almost touching and somewhen, your legs had ended up underneath his blanket, your fuzzy socks brushing against his calf.

You willed your breathing to remain regular, seemingly impassive as you continued to watch the movie, but you simply could not concentrate, not when Jace’s presence so close to you clouded all your senses like this.

The atmosphere was thick with tension and you wondered if all of this was only happening in your mind. You took a deep breath and reached for the popcorn again.

Tiny lightning struck you as your fingers brushed against Jace’s, neither of you pulling back.

You took all your courage and looked up to him, his burning gaze already resting on you. You swallowed thickly, unable to look away and when you felt his thumb brushing over your knuckles, you were sure you were going mad.

It seemed like Jace couldn’t look away either and a full-body shudder went through him when your leg shifted against his.

“You can sleep.” Jace whispered into the darkness, gulping hard. “I’ll switch the TV off later. I…I’ll watch over you.”

I don’t want to sleep. I want you and I’m afraid of what happens to me if I can’t have you.

But you feared your own words and the impact that they might have, destroying everything Jace and you had become over the last couple of months.

What if dreams were safer than reality, where nothing could hurt or disappoint you?

Your head fell softly against Cregan’s shoulder, sweet oblivion already pulling you under at the outlook of his sweet promise to you.

As you drifted asleep, you could’ve sworn there was a featherlight brush over your thigh, four little invisible letters forever imprinted into your soft skin

m…

...i...

…n...

…e

And as he watched your breath evening out, Jacaerys sighed deeply, his head bumping against the cushions of the couch and trying to calm down his pounding heart.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ📖.

The weekend came and Cregan and you watched your parents’ car leave the driveway, your arms slung around each other as you waved at them before they drove out of sight.

Your brother and you were standing together for a moment of silence until you said: “If tonight escalates in any way, I’m telling mom.”

“If you sneak downstairs and drink with the guys, I’m telling dad.”

You snorted, unimpressed. “Please, I’d rather lock myself in my room all weekend long if it means I can avoid your stupid house party.”

Later that day, when it had gotten dark outside and the lawn was plastered with abandoned bikes and a few cars parked nearby, you realized how painfully true you had spoken.

Cregan’s party had been going strong for a while now and you felt like a hermit, hiding upstairs in your room to avoid the chaos that was probably taking place downstairs.

You had curled up by the window with a book, but couldn’t find peace.

Every minute, someone downstairs was calling for a toast or more shots which was celebrated by everyone. Music was blasting through the speakers and you groaned internally at the way the vibrations could be felt through your carpet.

Cregan could only pull this because the neighbors loved him for helping out here and there sometimes and because he always miraculously managed to clean up the house like nothing wild had ever occured here.

When you heard something shatter downstairs, you had enough.

You closed your book and got up.

Sure, you had wanted to stay away from all the fuzz Cregan’s friends made, but this was still your house. You were allowed to move around whenever you wanted.

You muttered the words to yourself as you closed your door behind you, stomping down the staircase Cregan had declared taboo for everyone.

No one really took notice of their host’s little sister as you walked down the hallway, past many guests who were lingering by the walls and chatting with each other.

Making your way past the living room, you could see that the couch table had been pushed back for more space to dance, but the kitchen was relatively empty compared to the rest of the house.

There were multiple open pizza cartons on the counter and you grabbed yourself an extra cheesy slice as you looked around, amazed at how none of these people seemed to care who was walking around here.

All except one.

“I thought you might’ve taken refuge tonight at Baela’s.” Jace said behind you and you turned around with a sigh, smiling at him in playful annoyance.

“I wish I could’ve, but she is not in town as you might know.” You told him, munching on your pizza. “She’s at some bonding activity dinner with her dad.”

Jace hummed knowingly. “I heard. So you had no choice but to suffer the consequences of Cregan’s actions?”

The two of you looked around and you winced when you heard some splashes coming from the backyard, accompanied by some carefree shrieks of delight. Jace bit his lip, a little guilty at your discomfort.

“I’ll come around tomorrow and help him clean everything up.” He offered as a small comfort, his hand itching to rest on your shoulder like you had done to him. “There won’t be a dirty spot, I promise.”

“I know, Jace.” You sighed. “Thank you, truly. Where is my brother, by the way?”

Jace looked flustered to the ground, before smiling at you without teeth. “I think he went somewhere with a girl.”

“Of course he did.” Another loud crash went down outside and something in you snapped. “Okay, I’m going to go outside for a second, I don’t think some of these assholes realize we have neighbors, hold on-”

Jace looked over his shoulder, telling a group nearby to keep it down a little before he followed you.

For just a moment, you disappeared in the crowd and he had no idea which side you had gone for, trying to stand taller to spot you in the garden.

You quickly found the source to all the noisiness.

Three of Cregan’s guests, all boys you had never seen before in your life, were battling themselves for the biggest jump in the pool, splashing everywhere and soaking the pillows on the sun chairs with water.

“Hey.” You stared them down, blocking one of them from taking another leap in the pool. “Could you stop being an ass and jumping into the pool like a maniac? We have neighbors on each side of our backyard and it’s almost midnight, it’s so rude.”

The guy grinned down at you, looking over his shoulders to his smirking friends. “Did you hear that, guys? I think Cregan’s mom just came home, are you the fun police or what?”

You stared at him, irritated at such rude behavior. “I’m just telling you to calm down a little or I’ll kick you out, how’s that?” You might’ve been only Cregan’s little sister, but growing up with a fiercely protective brother like him, you had learned to stand your ground. And you were not scared of an idiot who looked like he had pissed his pants.

“Aww, I think you need a little fun, don’t you think?” He looked down on you, stepping closer until you felt the need to step back. “How about a little cool-off for you, huh?”

And with those words, he abruptly pushed you into the pool and everything went dark around you.

The people who had watched the heated exchange gasped and Jacaerys perked up as he heard nothing but quietness, quickly pushing his way through the crowd.

He came to a sudden stop at the edge of the pool, his eyes flickering back and forth between the guys standing by the edge and the water’s surface, its softening waves quietening down.

But underneath it, illuminated by the night lamps of the pool, he saw you and his eyes widened.

He did not think, did not even hesitate before he jumped into the water after you.

The surprising cold was like a shock to his system, his wet clothes dragging him down to where you floated, your eyes wide open but unseeing as you watched the bubbles around you.

Suddenly, you were six again and you couldn’t move.

You thought you were dying and no one would know, no one would know what you still had to say.

You wanted to kick and scream, to do something goddammit, but you were paralyzed by the sudden overwhelming scare.

Jace blinked and pushed himself forward, icy fear shooting through his veins when you gave no reaction that you had taken any notice of him. But the fear was quickly joined by the rage, anger over you, the most innocent being in this whole house, having been the one who took the most damage tonight...

Jace and you broke through the surface, the air rushing back into your lungs all at once and making you gasp painfully. Disoriented, you clung to Jace's shirt, looking around wildly as he pulled you close and soothed you.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, it's okay, love." He murmured near your ear and you felt your body slump, not able to hold yourself up yet.

You felt his hands on your waist and then, with one hand around your back and the other supporting the back of your knees, he walked towards the low end of the pool, carrying you out as if you weighed nothing.

You painfully became aware of how quiet it had gotten around you. Everyone in the garden was looking at you, shocked and a little ashamed that a foul joke like that had escalated into something so serious.

Something ugly and hot burned in your throat and you buried your face in Jace's wet neck, holding on to him for dear life and wishing everyone would just disappear.

A helpless whimper escaped you and Jace held you only tighter. "It's okay, I got you. I won't let anything happen to you, we're almost out."

Both of your clothes hung heavily down your bodies as he left the pool with you, throwing one last deathly glance at the guy who messed with you before he made his way towards the house, still mumbling little sweet nothings in your ear as you tried to regulate your breathing to no avail.

You shivered even as you entered the warm house and simply tried to focus yourself on Jace. He efficiently made his way through your home and before you knew it, he was walking up the taboo staircase, going straight to your room.

You quietly sniffled to yourself, letting him carry you a few more steps before he gently set you down on your bed. He looked around, one hand brushing back his wet hair, and found your fluffy bathrobe hanging by the door.

"Can I?" He asked lowly, his heart aching at your slumped form on the bed. This whole incident had deeply shaken you to the core. "You're going to be cold soon if you don't get out of your…wet clothes."

If the situation had been different, you'd match his fierce blush, but it was like every feeling of shame had vanished from your chest and only left you empty. You nodded silently, taking the bathrobe he handed you before he turned around and faced the door.

You quickly slipped out of your clothes and sighed when you were enveloped by the fluffy robe.

"You can look again…" You told him and he turned around with a shaky exhale.

Normally, his job here was done now. He could go, rejoin the party and find Cregan so he'd kick those guys out.

But Jace could not imagine a single place where he was needed more in this moment than right here, with you.

"Should I make you a tea?" He broke the silence, fidgeting with his hands. When one of his younger brothers was hurting, he'd always make it better with a hug, but you were different, you were so much more-

"Can you just hold me for a while?" You pulled the rope tighter around you, your wet hair still clinging to your neck and cheeks. "Please?"

Maybe the leap into the pool had made you silly. It was bold and daring and you had no right to ask him of this, but your heart had spoken deeply from its core and you found that you did not wish to take the words back.

Jace's gaze softened at your plea. "Of course." He mumbled softly and sat down beside you.

A heavy shudder ran through you as his arms pulled you against him and you gladly fell into his side; letting yourself be held like a small child, your hands clinging to the arm wrapped around you.

You couldn't help yourself when your bottom lip started to wobble again and neither of you had to say it, he knew why this had been so scary to you. You felt his chin rest on your hair and his strong arms around you and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be comforted by him.

You had dreamed about being held by him, more than you could ever count, but not like this. It was a bittersweet feeling and when you snuggled yourself closer to him, in need for warmth and him, Jace took a deep breath.

"We should find you a towel." He murmured, his lips ghosting over your temple just like his hand had ghosted over your thigh…

You shivered, but not because you were cold anymore.

"I don't want you to get sick."

You nodded, sitting up with him and looking deep into his eyes. He didn't seem like he was able to get up just yet, the two of you lost in each other.

He had jumped into the cold water for you, not even hesitating a second. Your heart brimmed with love for him, nearly as bad as what it felt like to drown. And god, how you wanted to drown in him…

His dark eyes flickered down to your mouth and only now, you realized how close you still were sitting together, the slip of your bathrobe revealing half of your naked thigh to him.

"Jace…" You whispered and prayed all the prelude of wanting him and not being sure if you were allowed to have him was finally over now. "I-"

The door to your room opened and in came Cregan, panting as if he had run upstairs.

"Shit, are you okay?" He rushed to you, kneeling in front of the bed and looking you over in concern. "I was told what happened, I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

"It's okay." You mumbled, not wanting to worry him further. You already had scared Cregan badly enough for one time in your lives. "Jace helped me."

If Cregan noticed that he and you were still linking pinkies, he did not say anything about it. "I threw these fuckers out right away. The party is over."

You blinked at him. "What? You were excited about it all week. You don't have to-"

"Almost everyone is gone already." Cregan tried to smile encouragingly at you, but you could still see the worry in his eyes. "How about you'll change into something dry and I make us a snack? Are you sure you’re okay?"

"I'll leave you two." Jace announced quietly and squeezed your hand once more. "I'll go downstairs and make sure everyone is gone."

For just a moment, you did not want to let go of his hand and your fingers brushed midair before he slipped out of your grasp.

As the door closed behind him and Cregan brought you a towel for your hair, you already missed him like a lost limb.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🌸.

Of course, what had to happen, happened; a few days later, you found yourself sick.

Neither you nor Cregan had told your parents how the party had abruptly ended, a secret deal between the two of you so they wouldn't worry too much about you and they didn't have to punish Cregan for it.

So, your days at the end of summer were spent on the couch downstairs, curled up under a blanket and frequently attended by Cregan who brought you snacks and chocolate milk. It sucked and it was boring since you quickly ran out of books, but it was better than the horrible panic that went through you when you had been thrown into the pool.

On day three though, you had a visitor.

You blinked as steps approached your little sickbed, still a bit sleepy from your afternoon nap and the delicious noodle soup that had been made for you. But to your surprise, Cregan only stood at the staircase, smiling fondly at you before disappearing upstairs, making room for Jace who had waited behind him.

Your heart skipped a beat and a thousand thoughts rushed through your head. When had you showered the last time, did you comb your hair this morning, were you-

"Hey." Jace said softly. "I wanted to see if you were feeling better."

"A little." You smiled at him, sitting up and placing your wolf in your lap as he walked towards you. "You didn't have to come though, I don't want you to get sick."

He brushed your worries away and sat down on the carpet in front of your couch. "I brought you some tea. Raspberry was your favorite, right? And then, I thought you might want some new reading material."

You gasped as he conjured up a big bouquet of wildflowers from behind his back. At the first glance, it was only the most beautiful flower bouquet you had ever seen, but then you spotted a book in the middle of the blossoms.

And then another one.

And another one.

"Jace…" You whispered with wide eyes, shaking your head at him in disbelief. "You made me a flower bouquet with books?"

He bit his lip in flusteration, a pretty pink blush appearing on his cheeks. "Yeah...I went to the bookstore you work at and thought about what you might enjoy. I hope you like them, I kept the receipt just in case and-"

"Jace." You interrupted him and now it was your turn to blush as you pressed the bouquet to your chest, the new books in the middle of it already singing your name. "This is the loveliest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, I love it so much. I bet the books you chose are wonderful."

In this moment, it didn't matter to you that you were sick and still a little nasal. The way he smiled up at you, like you were his entire world and his shoulders sagged with relief - your heart screamed at you to finally give in.

Give in to him.

The wrapping paper around your bouquet rustled against your chest as you bent forward and rested a careful hand on Jacaerys' cheek.

He looked up at you with wide puppy eyes, thunderstruck at the tender touch and then you really didn't know anymore who made the first move but it didn't matter, because then-

Your lips touched softly.

It barely was a real kiss, merely the brush of a butterflies' wing against you, but it was all you had longed for for so long.

Neither of you dared to breathe, the moment too soft and fragile to become anything deeper. But you felt him exhale shakingly, his thumb softly holding your chin to keep you close for just a moment longer. It was the softest first kiss you could’ve imagined for yourself.

You leaned back, but only a little, and watched as Jace's eyes blissfully fluttered open, fixing your own wide ones dreamily.

"If I would've known books are the way to your heart, I would've brought you some so much earlier." He confessed breathlessly.

You shook your head, your lips still tingling from this first shy kiss. "You have been in my heart since I first met you."

Jacaerys wanted to melt from the victorious roar his heart let out, a dragon taking flight. "I've been in love with you, too. Ever since Cregan introduced us."

Your hands found their way to each other before you let out a sudden laugh.

"What is it?" He wanted to know.

"I just- I kissed you."

He grinned. "Yeah, you did." And he was in need of a repetition already.

"Jace, you're going to be sick like me." You pointed out guiltily, although it didn't seem too bad to have a companion in your little misery, especially if it was him.

"Oh." He did not look like he had a single care for the consequences of your actions.

"Are you two done yet down there?!" Cregan called from upstairs and when your eyes met, you broke into laughter and your heart blossomed at Jace's happy giggle.

It knew now that he was yours.

And you were his, just as he had once written on your upper thigh…

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#jace velaryon #jace targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys targaryen x reader #jace targaryen x reader #hotd imagine #hotd

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perotovar · 2 months ago

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limits — a minotaur!joel fic

pairing: minotaur!joel miller x m!oc/reader (unnamed and undescribed) rating: E (18+ mdni) word count: 2.2k content: au, porn with a little plot (but not really), monster fucking, joel is a literal bull-man, he doesn't speak but he understands humans, hentai logic/physics, don't think too hard about how this works physically, unprotected p in a, so much cum (like, a lot), breeding kink, aftercare, tiny bit of dubcon (if you squint), size kink, omegaverse dynamics/rules dividers: by @/saradika-graphics beta: @kedsandtubesocks (ily omg)

summary: so like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it's not a common practice. don't think too hard about it, just imagine you're a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?

written as a part of @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett 's Monster (S)mash challenge (so sorry for how late this is forgive meeee)

“Seein’ as it’s your first day, kid, I should warn ya,” the farmer started, resting an elbow on a bent knee, his foot resting on the fence in front of them. “This time’a year the bulls get a bit… restless.”

The young man blinked, cheeks heating up as he listened. “B-but aren’t they more focused on the cows?”

The farmer laughed, chewing on his tobacco as he watched the cows roam. “Well, sure, but they don’t seem to care much when they get like this. Just gotta put yer foot down and they’ll leave ya be, promise.”

The boy nodded and swallowed around a lump in his throat. He needed this job something fierce so a few horny bulls weren’t going to keep him from that.

“Help me get that hay to the horses, wouldja?”

“Yes, sir.”

Wiping sweat from his brow, the young man smiled down at the work he’d accomplished. He looked to his left and saw the large bull pen. He’d been working on the farm as a hand for a little over a week now and had successfully avoided any unwanted attention so far.

He’d been learning all the animal’s names as well as their personalities and temperaments. Maggie was a lovely cow, a bit of a loner, but sweet as can be. Rex was easily the meanest of all the bulls, and he had to be taken away from the cows pretty often.

But, Joel, well. He was easily the biggest of all the bulls. He was another loner, but in a distinctly different way than Maggie was. He stood at an imposing 9ft tall (horns not included) and had dark, curly fur that covered his whole body. His torso was barrel-shaped and as tough as any leather.

The young man didn’t have much experience working with Joel, that was left to a select few employees on the ranch. Joel didn’t trust many people and whenever breeding season came around, he had to be taken to a secluded area. “Gets downright ravenous, that one,” the farmer had said. “Gotta cycle out the cows so they don’t get too tired.”

The boy had bit his lip in thought when he heard that. According to another hand on the farm, Joel had been the oldest of all the bulls and that was why he got the special treatment. He was the farmer’s favorite, but they didn’t understand why. He was grumpy and stubborn.

The young man wasn’t surprised to hear that, to be honest. The older a bull got, the more ornery they were. That was just the way of things.

“Hey, kid, I’m gonna needja to take care of Joel’s pen for him.”

The young man looked up from his raking and shielded his eyes from the sun. “Oh. Are ya sure?”

“‘Course,” the farmer chuckled. “He’s out back gettin’ a bath, so he’ll need a clean pen to get back to.”

The boy nodded and gulped. “O’course, sir.” The farmer saluted in thanks before taking off to do his own chores.

Exhaling a heavy breath, the young man grabbed a metal bucket, his rake, and some cleaning supplies before heading in the direction of Joel’s pen.

No one would have blamed him for thinking Joel’s pen would look like a tornado blew through, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

It was clear where a lot of the rut had been taking place, with a decently sized pile of hay in the corner, but the whole place… reeked. It was musky and heady and thick. The young man wished he’d grabbed some sort of face mask before entering. He’ll probably have to wash his clothes a few times to get the stink out.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, and got to work. There was so much of… Joel everywhere. He hadn’t been around Joel enough to personally know him, but this felt like an invasion of privacy. It looked like any other pen, with a large metal sliding door and roof, but it was clear Joel had marked his territory so no other bull would be caught dead in there.

“Hey, newbie!” Lynn, another hand, greeted cheerfully. Behind her, a large, imposing (and freshly bathed) Joel entered the pen. His big barrel chest heaved heavy breaths, deep eyes locked onto the boy. “Thanks for takin’ care o’ Joel’s pen for ‘im. I’m gonna go find a nice girl for ‘im, I’ll be right back!” She was gone before the young man could respond.

Joel walked closer towards the pile of hay, large snout smelling if things were where they should be. He grunted in approval when he realized his smell was still there.

The young man watched before putting away his cleaning supplies. He stood frozen to the spot, Joel’s intense eyes making it hard to turn his back and leave.

“U-um, I’ll just–” The young man pointed his thumb in the direction of the door to leave, but Joel gripped onto his overalls, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you–?”

Joel lifted him high off his feet and planted the young man’s crotch onto his snout.

“J-Joel! What are you doing?!” He screeched, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Joel ignored him and inhaled the scent deeply, before exhaling a low, very pleased groan. “I’m–! I’m not a cow, I’m not what you want!”

Joel froze and looked the young man deep in the eyes, challenging him. Who was he to know what Joel wanted?

“Um, p-please put me down?” The boy stammered. Just then, his cock stirred in his overalls, betraying him. A twinkle appeared in Joel’s large, dark eye.

Before he knew it, Joel had him bent over a bale of hay with his legs kicked apart. Joel towered over him with a massive paw of a hand keeping his chest pressed to the hay.

“Joel, please,” he whimpered, his body trembling in fear and… perhaps arousal, he really wasn’t sure.

Joel huffed in response, asking what he wanted.

“I don’t– Wouldn’t you prefer a cow over… over me?”

Joel grumbled above him and ripped his overalls down his legs, pressing his large, very hard and leaking cock against the young man’s ass. He rolled his strong hips and groaned in response. Joel’s belly rested on top of the young man’s lower back, so he felt every heavy breath he exhaled.

“I-I guess that answers that question…” He sighed. He hid his face in his arms and whined weakly. “Fine, just… Just do it, okay?”

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned over the young man’s body and lifted his t-shirt, teasing his nipples. A large, thick tongue started probing at the young man’s earlobe, making him shiver in response.

“Oh,” he moaned, his own dick twitching to life between his legs. One of Joel’s large hands moved down to his ass to spread his cheeks and assess what he had to work with. Joel grunted appreciatively and started rubbing the boy’s hole in preparation.

A large glob of spit landed on the sensitive skin, easing the way for Joel’s thumb to pierce through. “Oh, fuck,” the boy gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Joel hummed to himself and gripped his cock in his free hand. He started stroking it slowly before slapping the head against the young man’s cheek, giving him an idea of the size.

“Fuck, is… Is that thing gonna fit?”

Joel snorted before slowly pressing the head inside. It felt like the young man’s entire body was set on fire. He couldn’t feel his own legs beneath him, but he felt the pulsing of his cock throbbing between them. All the air left his lungs at once as Joel’s cock entered him further.

Joel stopped once a large thick ridge toward the base kissed the edge of the boy’s rim. He felt lightheaded, his eyes barely staying open as he adjusted to the full length of Joel’s cock.

“O-oh my god, I’m…” The young man trembled, voice pitched up an octave. “Am I dying?”

Joel made a low noise in his chest and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck and ear. He was… comforting him, letting him take his time. Joel mooed quietly, almost like he was cooing words of praise to the boy. It made him feel like he could breathe again.

The young man rested his head on the bale of hay and tried to look back at Joel. “Okay, I’m… I think I’m okay,” he smiled sheepishly. “Go ahead, Joel.”

Before Joel started moving, one of his hands moved underneath them and covered the young man’s belly. He felt his cock through the skin, bulging through easily. He groaned in appreciation before adjusting his stance. The young man’s feet were hanging high off the floor of the pen like a ragdoll, his overalls still attached messily around his ankles.

Suddenly, as if someone had whistled for Joel to get started, he fucked hard and deep into the boy. The loud, almost comical sound of his heavy balls slapping against the young man’s tender flesh made him go dizzy.

Joel gripped onto his narrow hips and set a punishing pace, rutting into him. He breathed heavily and grunted above the boy, sounding far away.

The young man’s entire body moved back and forth against the hay bale, the scratchy feeling keeping him grounded as he ascended into another plane of existence. He had no idea being stretched so much and fucked so deep could feel so good. He didn’t want this to end.

Just then, Joel decided he didn’t want that position anymore and lifted the young man into the air so his back was pressed to Joel’s barrel chest. The boy moaned loudly, resting his head on Joel’s broad shoulder.

Joel grunted and started using the boy’s body as if he were a fleshlight, lifting and lowering him at a punishing pace. The amount of precome leaking out of the boy’s hole and around Joel’s cock covered their bodies entirely.

“I’m– I’m not going to last long, Joel,” the young man gasped, breath hitching with each powerful thrust. His eyes rolled back as Joel’s cock pummeled against his prostate, making him tremble weakly. The boy’s cock slapped lewdly against his lower stomach, precome splattering everywhere.

The boy’s stomach bulged with Joel’s cock, stretching the skin past its limits. He looked down to watch, mesmerized by the sight. How Joel’s cock fit inside him, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Joel groaned deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He must be getting close.

“C’mon,” the young man whined, turning his head to look at Joel’s face. “Come inside me.”

Joel pushed him back down onto the bale of hay and pushed his cock even further inside. The ridge near the base of Joel’s cock made the boy gasp weakly, gripping onto the hay beneath to ground himself.

Each smack of Joel’s hips against his ass had him letting out weak noises he didn’t even know he could make. Joel’s horns pierced into the hay as he rested his forehead against the boy’s back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the young man chanted. “C’mon, Joel, please,” he whimpered.

If he could see him, he was certain steam left Joel’s snout as he panted and grunted behind him. Joel made a low groan before slamming one last time against the boy’s prostate and came like a geyser inside him.

The boy gasped as he was filled up, coming untouched as he felt Joel’s cock pump inside like a hose. He trembled beneath the bull’s body, screaming into the hay.

Joel exhaled heavily, hands gripped onto the boy’s hips tightly. He moved them slightly and noticed that they’d probably bruise soon. He hummed and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck again, this time as an apology. He slowly pulled out and watched as his come poured out lewdly.

The boy panted hard, his body feeling more empty than it ever had in his life. His stomach felt full, though, which made him look down to see. Joel had well and truly filled him, it seemed. He couldn’t stop the giggle from leaving his body, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Joel climbed onto the bale of hay with him and held the boy close, spooning him comfortingly. He turned the young man’s face and kissed and licked his tears away, mooing praises into his ear. The boy felt like his heart would burst from the tender act and silently cursed whoever called Joel grumpy and mean.

“That was…” He giggled, breathing heavily. “I hope you got what you were looking for.”

Joel grunted in affirmation and held the boy close, one large hand holding his full belly. It dawned on him then that Joel probably thought that he’d just bred the boy.

He didn’t have the heart to tell him it wouldn’t take.

“Sir, I had somethin’ to tell ya,” the boy said the next day, running up to the farmer with a bit more pep in his step.

“What’s that, kid?” The farmer grinned, chewing more tobacco.

“Just wanted to let ya know that I think I cracked ol’ Joel. Think he likes me!”

“No kiddin’? Well, shit, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth! If you’re thinkin’ he won’t mind, you’re welcome to take care o’ his pen for the rest of breedin’ season, then.”

The boy couldn’t stop the wide grin from growing on his face.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x male oc #monster fucker #minotaur #terato #monsterfucker #monsterfucking nsft #oaksfics

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kiwibirb1 · 9 months ago

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Okay making this post because i need a way to keep track of all my aus and shit

First off, my ao3 is here, post junk there sometimes ig

Okay au tags letsa gooo

#wandering vagabond au - Sasha doesn't accept the deal - Read it here

#bronze toad - alternate au with taverns. mainly sasharcy - Read it here

#calamity in hyrule au - what if the girls landed in OoT era hyrule?

#curly fur au - inspired by The Witches by Roald Dahl, anne got a mouse curse

#toaf au - an alternate of WV, where sasha was slightly too slow

#greying wings au - angels au

#crashing into you au - space pirates!!!

#ghost anne au - anne died. But she's still here!

#kiwi's au meetup - i have no self control and threw all the above into a pit to interact. Reference for names and ages here

Oh yeah and theres also #kiwi kills anne again which technically isn't an au but it happens often enough that it got a tag

Okay someones gonna have to remind me to update this whenever I make new aus lol. If you see any other tags, its probably someone else's awesome au that you should go check out

#also tell me if i missed any i feel like i missed one #do i tag all the aus???#hhhhh i guess #amphibia au #wandering vagabond au #calamity in hyrule au #bronze toad #curly fur au #toaf au #greying wings au #kiwi's au meetup #kiwi kills anne again #crashing into you au #ghost anne au

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rintarosluvr · 30 days ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊

Sylus x Reader

Topics : slice of life, college au on a beautiful island, banter, v cocky Sylus, loves teasing you, reader finds him annoying but has a soft spot for him (iykyk)

Note :

added some oc’s as friends, Y/n has no name ofc!! Sylus’ age is 23, mm idk how many parts yet so enjoy!!

Word count: 3k

Also first Sylus fic so pls be nice!!

Chap.1

"Where are you going?" you ask, glancing up at your roommate from your spot on the floor

Kaori adjusts the strap of her woven beach bag, her curly hair catching the light from the golden rays streaming through the window "Out with Mar and Davina. Why?"

You sigh, leaning back against the couch as the cool breeze from the open door drifts in, carrying the faint scent of salt and hibiscus

"Hoped you'd stay. I gotta work with Sylus on a project" you mumble, tracing a pattern on the edge of the colorful island rug beneath you

Kaori pauses, guilt flashing in her eyes "Oh, right. Sorry"

You wave her off with a small smile "Don't worry, it's fine. Enjoy yourself"

Her face brightens and she tosses you a grateful smile "Thanks! I'll be back with snacks, promise!"

You watch as she steps out the door, the sound of her sandals fading as the warmth of the island afternoon settles around you

Nyx, your sleek black cat, saunters over with her tail curling high in the air before settling herself gracefully between your crossed legs

Her fur is warm from lounging in the sun and her golden eyes blink up at you lazily

"Hey" you mumble, running your fingers through her soft coat. She responds with a low, steady purr, the vibration soothing in the quiet room

Reaching for the book on the coffee table, you flip it open to the marked page, determined to get a head start on the project before Sylus arrives

Nyx adjusts herself, curling into a cozy ball, her rhythmic purring a comforting soundtrack as you begin to read

"Yeah, see you guys later" a voice calls out from outside, followed by a knock on the door moments later

"It's open!" you call back, shifting slightly as Nyx lets out a soft purr, still nestled in your lap

The door creaks open and Sylus steps in, his usual relaxed demeanor in place "You already started?" he asks, his eyes flicking to the book in your hands as he walks into the living room

You glance over your shoulder at him "I just opened it"

He nods setting two cups on the table, he gestures toward them "One's for you" he says casually before heading into the kitchen, disappearing out of sight

Curious, you glance at the drinks and grab the iced coffee, taking a tentative sip

The rich, creamy taste makes you pause, exactly how you like it. A small wave of surprise washes over you

"So" Sylus says, re-entering the room empty handed "You're the talk of the town"

"I am?" You arch a brow "And what did you go do in the kitchen?"

"Had to throw something away" he replies with a shrug before dropping onto the couch beside the one you're leaning against "Word is, you're dating someone"

Your confusion deepens "I'm not dating anyone"

He raises an eyebrow "So you're single?"

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious of his tone "You already know the answer to that"

His grin widens, a casual confidence about him "Just confirming"

"Whatever, we need to start this project" you say, setting your iced coffee down and flipping open the book to the assigned section

Sylus chuckles, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin "Alright, alright. No need to get bossy. I'm ready when you are"

You roll your eyes "Then pay attention for once"

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze flicking to the pages in your book "I'm always paying attention" he says, his voice low and teasing

You shake your head, trying to ignore his tone, and focus on the task at hand "Sylus, I swear, if you mess this up..."

"Relax" he cuts you off "I've got this"

"Famous last words" you mutter under your breath, earning another soft laugh from him

2 hours later

"Y/n, we're back!" Leanne's voice carries through the door as it swings open, interrupting your thoughts

"Oh, hey Sylus" Vanessa says, stepping into view first, She raises an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you "Thought you'd be done by now"

"Me too" you mutter, shooting a glare at Sylus

For the past two hours, he's been driving you up the wall with his endless string of stupid questions and pointless tangents

Vanessa stifles a laugh, clearly catching the tension

Meanwhile, Leanne walks in, her arms weighed down with shopping bags that she promptly drops onto the kitchen table "Y'all making something?" she asks, curiosity lighting up her face

Sylus nods "Just working on a project" he says, like he hasn't been the sole reason for your slow progress

You sigh, rubbing your temples "More like wasting time"

Leanne chuckles, rifling through her bags. "Sounds productive"

Nyx rubs her head against Vanessa's leg, her soft purr drawing a smile from her, Vanessa bends down to scoop your cat into her arms, scratching behind her ears "Need our help?"

"No" "Yes"

You shoot Sylus a sharp look "We already have a concept. We just need to make it"

"Getting help doesn't hurt anyone" he counters, his tone annoyingly casual

"It will if we fail because of bad advice" you snap back, folding your arms

"Doubt it" he replies with a smirk, leaning back on the couch like he's enjoying the banter

Vanessa raises an eyebrow, her attention shifting between the two of you "Well, sounds like you've got this... or something close to it"

Leanne chuckles from the kitchen "Let me know if you change your minds. I'm great at helping"

"I honestly give up" you sigh, snapping the book shut with more force than necessary, You lean back against the couch, running a hand through your hair "We can try again tomorrow"

Sylus raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your frustration "Giving up already? That's not like you"

You glare at him "I'm not giving up. I'm postponing so I don't strangle you"

Vanessa snickers, still cradling Nyx "Smart move. You'd never get the project done from jail"

Leanne chuckles, pulling out a snack from one of her shopping bags "I'm with Y/n. Take the night off, forcing yourself to finish it won't do any good"

Sylus shrugs and grabs his empty cup "Fine by me. Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah," you mutter, already dreading it

"Night ladies" Sylus says, standing up like he hadn't spent the last few hours testing your patience

"Bye" Leanne says, barely glancing up as she starts unpacking her shopping bags

"See ya" Vanessa adds, settling into the armchair with Nyx still in her arms

Sylus lingers his gaze shifting to you, You sigh, already knowing what he's waiting for "See you tomorrow, Sylus"

He chuckles softly, giving you a look that's both smug and teasing before heading out the door

As soon as it closes, both girls their eyes are immediately on you

"He likes annoying you, you know that, right?" Leanne says, ripping open a bag of candy

Vanessa shakes her head with a smile "I'd say he actually likes her. It's kinda obvious"

You groan, sinking back against the couch "Please don't start"

Leanne pops a piece of candy into her mouth and smirks "Oh, we're starting. This is way more fun than those stupid rumors going around

You groan, trying to find an out "Isn't he dating some girl?" you ask, hoping it's true so they'll drop the subject

She shrugs "Those are just rumors. Haven't seen him around any woman the way he's around you"

"Don't say that" you mumble, heat creeping up your neck

Vanessa raises an eyebrow "He even left with his cup. He's got manners, at least"

"Bare minimum" you say flatly, refusing to give him any credit

She chuckles "Starting to think you don't like him, seeing how much he works on your nerves"

"It's true" you nod emphatically, your eyes following Nyx as she stretches, hops off Vanessa's lap, and pads out of the room, probably heading for her food

"Where's Kaori, by the way?" you ask, glancing between the two girls

"Something with her grandma" Leanne says, tossing another piece of candy into her mouth "She probably won't be home today"

You nod reaching for your phone on the table, opening your messages, you start typing out a quick text to check in with her.

The faint sound of waves crashing outside fills the room as the conversation drifts to other topics, but your thoughts linger

[The Next Day]

"Sup Y/n" a familiar voice calls out before an arm casually wraps over your shoulder

"Hey, Amari" you say, glancing at him as the two of you fall into step

"Heard you didn't get far with your project yesterday" he says, a teasing edge to his voice

You sigh, side eyeing him "He told you that?"

"He did" Amari replies with a chuckle "Just cut him some slack. He's cool, you know?''

You roll your eyes "You're his friend. Of course, you're gonna say that"

"I'm also your friend" he points out

"Right, so..." you hesitate, feigning nonchalance "Did he say anything else?"

Amari raises an eyebrow, clearly catching onto your tone "Nah, why? What's up?"

"Nothing, just asking" you shrug, brushing it off as you step into the classroom

He studies you for a second "Uh huh sure, nothing"

"Don't start acting like the girls now" you warn, narrowing your eyes at him

"Is it really that bad that we might think there's something going on between the two of you?" he asks as the two of you settle into seats at the back of the class

"The worst part is there's nothing going on, so you're all reaching for nothing" you say, shrugging as you pull your laptop out of your bag

"Where is he anyway?" you ask, not seeing Sylus, his usual spot empty

Amari leans back in his chair, looking unconcerned "Probably skipped. Nothing new, to be honest"

"To do what?" you ask, frowning

"Surfing with Eydis, I think" he answers with a shrug

You groan, slumping lower in your seat "Yeah, we're definitely not getting that project done" you mumble, sinking even further into the chair as frustration builds

Knocking on the door, you wait only a few seconds before it swings open

"Yo Y/n, Wassup! Would've loved to stay but I got plans, so I'll catch you later, yeah?" Eydis says, flashing a bright grin before pulling you into a quick hug and skateboard off down the street

You blink, momentarily caught off guard, but step inside the house

The sound of footsteps echoes from down the hall "What are you doing here?"

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes as Sylus's familiar voice greets you

Turning around, you find him leaning against the doorway, a towel slung low, way too low on his hips, his damp hair dripping onto his bare shoulders

"You didn't come to class today" you say bluntly, focusing hard on maintaining eye contact and not scanning his body

"Yeah. Missed me?" he asks, a lazy grin spreading across his face

"Definitely not" you reply, arms crossing over your chest "But being in class would've helped us with the project"

"So you're here to tutor me?" he teases, tilting his head slightly, his smirk widening

"No" you mutter, feeling your patience wane

He steps closer, studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement "Something bothering you?"

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose "Just trying to have a serious conversation with you" You gesture vaguely at him "Can you please go put some clothes on?"

Sylus grins "Only because you begged for it" he says smugly, but his expression falters when your eye twitches ever so slightly

With a low chuckle, he finally retreats down the hall

"I wasn't begging!" you call out, narrowing your eyes at his retreating figure

"Whatever you say" Sylus replies, his voice carrying down the hall, laced with that infuriating smugness

You cross your arms, exhaling sharply as your eyes wander around the room

The vibe of the boys' house is the exact opposite of the cozy, organized space you and the girls share, chaotic and somehow... very them

Your gaze lands on a picture sitting on a cluttered shelf, It's of Sylus and two other guys, both of whom look like twins. They seem younger, maybe elementary age

For a brief moment, a ridiculous thought crosses your mind. Maybe they're his kids? You quickly shake the idea off

Sylus doesn't exactly scream "young dad" especially with no partner in the photo

"Gross" you whisper to yourself, frowning

Why were you even thinking about him like that or thinking about him at all for that matter

"So, if you aren't here to tutor me, why are you here?" his voice cuts through your thoughts, making you spin around

"To tell you to start showing up to class" you tell him

"You could have just texted me that" he says, strolling toward you

"I don't have your number" you counter

"You could've had it" he replies, stepping closer, a smirk playing on his lips

You instinctively take a step back "Nah"

"Kinda glad you don't" he says, his voice low, his smirk widening as you feel your back hit the wall

"You better not" you mutter, glaring at him but unable to ignore the way his presence seems to fill the room

"Do what exactly?" he asks, tilting his head, his tone mockingly innocent

"You know" you say, your voice barely above a whisper as the air between you grows heavier

"I don't" he says, leaning just slightly closer, his gaze locking with yours

"You better not kiss me" you warn, your voice firm despite the slight waver in it

Sylus raises an eyebrow "From what I rememb-"

You step closer, cutting him off by slapping your hand over his mouth "We were both drunk" you say quickly

He grabs your wrist, gently pulling your hand away "And you kissed me" he replies, emphasizing the word you

"And it won't happen again" you state firmly, meeting his gaze with as much resolve as you can muster

"There goes my dream" he says, sighing dramatically

"You're what?" you ask, baffled by his response "Whatever" you mutter, taking a step back and shaking your head "I told you what I needed to, so I'm leaving now"

"You sure? You don't wanna stay and relive the memories?" he teases, leaning casually against the wall

You glare at him one last time before turning on your heel "Absolutely not"

[5:29PM]

"Can you take table seven?" Leroy asks, his voice carrying over the soft hum of the restaurant

"Sure. They got their drinks already?" you ask, glancing at the small pile of empty glasses he's setting down on the counter

"Yeah, just need their food order" he nods, wiping his hands on a towel

"Okay" you say, grabbing your notepad and pen. With a quick nod in his direction, you head out toward table seven, weaving between the other occupied tables

The salty breeze from the ocean wafts in through the open windows, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries

Approaching table seven, you plaster on your customer service smile, ready to take their order

"Good afternoon. Are you ready to order?" you ask, your voice polite but faltering slightly as you notice Sylus sitting with your friends

"Hi, Y/n!" Davina greets you warmly, flashing a bright smile

"Hey, you're back?" you ask, surprised to see her

"Yeah, just arrived and bumped into them" she says, nodding toward Sylus and Amari, who are both looking far too comfortable

"Definitely against your will" you mumble under your breath, earning a small laugh from Davina

"She actually enjoys being around us" Amari says with a casual shrug, leaning back in his chair like he owns the place

You roll your eyes "Right. Your order?"

Sylus smirks, tapping the menu with his finger "Do you have patience on the menu? Because we're gonna need a little more time"

"Aren't you funny today?" you deadpan, already regretting walking over to their table

"For you? Always" Sylus replies, leaning forward slightly, clearly enjoying your annoyance

You narrow your eyes at him but turn your attention back to Davina, who's flipping through the menu "Do you know what you want, at least?" you ask her, hoping to move this along

"Hmm, I'll have the shrimp tacos" she says with a smile

"Great choice" you reply, jotting it down and purposely ignoring Sylus's lingering gaze "And you?" you ask Amari, pointedly skipping over Sylus for now

Amari grins "The jerk chicken platter. Oh, and a side of fries"

"Noted" you say, writing quickly. Finally, you glance at Sylus "And you?"

He rests his chin on his hand, pretending to think "What's the most complicated thing on the menu?"

You don't even blink "Water"

Davina snorts and Amari bursts out laughing, but Sylus just shakes his head, amused "Fine, I'll take the fish sandwich" he says, clearly enjoying the banter

"Coming right up" you mutter, spinning on your heel to head back to the kitchen, your patience hanging by a thread

"Could've told me Sylus was sitting at the table" you mutter as you hang the note up for the chefs

"Didn't know it got that bad" Leroy says, glancing at you "Thought you were cool with him now"

"Thought wrong" you sigh, pulling your hair into a low ponytail to distract yourself from the annoyance bubbling up

"My bad" he says, raising his hands in mock apology "Why, though? What's the issue?"

"He just loves to work on my nerves and he's way too smug. I hate it" you explain, crossing your arms as you lean against the counter

"Not your type?" he asks, his curiosity evident

You pause, groaning softly "He's hot, sure. Can't deny that. But his attitude? Definitely not it"

"I dunno" Leroy says with a small laugh, leaning his hip against the counter "I kinda thought his attitude would make you even more into him, won't lie"

You shoot him a sharp look "Why would you think that?" "Because you argue with him all the time but still stick around. Feels like some rom com tension to me" he teases

"Well, this isn't a movie," you say dryly "And trust me, I'd rather deal with anyone else's attitude than his"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that" he says, chuckling as he heads to the sink, leaving you to stew in his words

You chuckle and shove Leroy's shoulder playfully "You're annoying"

"You love it" he chuckles, grinning as he finishes wiping the counter

If you had been paying attention, you might have noticed Sylus's eyes lingering on you from across the room

To him, you looked effortlessly beautiful, the way you always did. It wasn't just the way your hair framed your face or the way you smiled when you teased Leroy, it was the way you carried yourself. You had a way of capturing his attention without even trying and it drove him crazy

But you didn't notice. Too wrapped up in the moment, you grabbed an empty tray and headed back out to the floor, completely unaware of the thoughts running through Sylus's mind

Chap.2 >

#sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #l&ds sylus #qin che #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #lnds sylus #sylus qin #sylus x black reader #moonstruck

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missterious-figure · 3 months ago

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Oh. My. Gosh. I absolutely adore the colors and patterns!! So pretty!! Very much your colors, and I get the thing with yellow and brown. I also find the no tail thing and the fact that the wolf climbs a tree to throw lemons at others very funny! (Imagine being pegged by a lemon, looking up, and seeing a whole ass wolf in the tree. It's so silly to me)

I wanted to attempt to make a Wolf. . . So dis is me. I wanted to draw a curly haired wolf, so here she is! Not gonna impede on your story either. I am the wolf of the lemon tree. I'mma pretend that there is a single Lemon tree in your story. . . and I claim it. It's my Lemon Tree, and in that Lemon Tree I am watching your story go down.

[I accidentally drew on the Background layer so . . . The first color I picked was final.]

Wow!! This design is so good! (I like the lemon tree bit) And with pretty, but simple, colors!! EEEE!!!!

#dca au #lone wolf au #again love the curly fur!!

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violetsiren90 · 11 months ago

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Nothing But You | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x f!human!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU; non-idol AU, strangers to lovers; love in adversity; cozy one-shot; fluff and angst

Word Count: 1434

Summary: The world's not ready for your love, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters - nothing but him.

Part 2: Evergreen (though both can be read as stand-alone works)

Content Warnings: I'd give this a PG-13 for content, but ALL of my work is 18+ (minors, dni); cuddling; co-sleeping; bad weather (but safe indoors); shirtless Chris (Chan is called Christopher); descriptions of hybrid physical features (including some minimal body hair); depictions of prejudice towards, discrimination, and marginalization of hybrids; a character gets lost and is momentarily frightened; allusions to sexual intimacy; implied domestic violence (by an authority figure, not Chris); running away; mention of reproduction (pups); for some reason even though it is explicitly stated I feel the need to mention that Reader and Chris are both adults throughout

Author's Note: I'll tell you what I didn't have planned for this Sunday afternoon and that was a Bang Chan hybrid AU one-shot. But the image of cuddling up with Chan in the middle of a snowstorm took me hostage and now here we are. I've never written a hybrid AU before, so this was very fun! If you read this, I hope this Christopher brings you the comfort you deserve today. 💕

P.S In case no one has told you today, you're so loved and so, so worthy of love. 🧜💜

The icy wind howls, whipping swirling flurries of snow past the windows of the little cabin. You stir, not opening your eyes, heavy with slumber as your other senses remind you of the homey trappings of your shelter. A fire crackles and pops, its warmth licking over your nose and cheeks. A soft, heavy blanket fashioned of rabbit pelts lays over your body, rustling quietly as you nuzzle into the man beneath you.

His chest rises and falls with the even breath of a deep sleep. Your cheek rests against his bare skin and the silky patch of thick, dark hair between his firm pectorals. It isn't really hair - not like yours. It's fur. Soft, dark tufts of it decorate his body everywhere hair would grow on a man; a patch on his chest, under his arms, at the dip of his Adonis belt. It smells like him. Like musk and pine and lavender. Manly and primal, floral and gentle. Christopher.

Hybrids were still treated like dirt in so many ways. They didn't require licenses to live without owners anymore, but still, they were pushed to the margins of the community by the intolerance of common practice. You yourself had been taught to fear them. Monsters, your grandfather had told you, who would turn on their own young in a moment of morbid instinct. Even so, you always found more pity in your heart than terror.

And then, one day, you met him.

You had been loading groceries into the bed of your grandparents' jalopy at the general store and dropped a bag of oats as you struggled to hoist it onto the tailgate. You hadn't even noticed he was beside you when he easily hefted the bag and the remaining two boxes of eggs onto the vehicle without a word. He shot you a little smile, but before you could thank him your eyes were arrested by a pair of sharp brown ears rising from his curly hair. He pulled on a cap and turned to go before you could collect your wits enough to speak.

You had thought of nothing save his warm brown eyes and sweet smiling lips in the weeks that followed, taking any chance you could to steal away to the general store in hopes of seeing him again.

But your paths never crossed. Not until the following summer.

You had packed in to the camping grounds by the lake with a few other girls from your graduating class for a weekend getaway from the menfolk - not that you had any - and you'd joined them rather reluctantly and at the persistence of your grandmother, who insisted a little socialization would do you good.

That first afternoon you quickly grew tired of the chatter. If the weekend was meant to be a reprieve from the men, you grumbled to yourself, then why were they the constant and sole topic of conversation? You gathered up your sketching supplies and walked down the trail a ways, finding that the more distance you put between yourself and the shrieks of laughter and gossip behind you, the better you felt. Soon, you couldn't hear them at all. You settled onto a rock at the edge of a small glen and took your pencil in hand.

Suddenly, some hours later, it dawned on you that your eyes were straining somewhat on the page, and you looked about, startled at the waning light reflecting the late hour. Gathering your things, you hurried back to down the path, only to realize with a sickness in your gut that you were well and truly lost, and that the daylight was nearly spent.

He had found you then, sniffling rather pathetically beside a tree. You'd been alarmed by the sudden sound of his voice, having not heard his furtive approaching steps, but when you raised your frightened eyes to his face the fear had quickly given way to wonder. You'd given up hope of seeing him again, and now here he was, once more in your hour of need.

It was too dark now to find the trail back to the campsite, so you helped divide the load of bracken he had tucked under his arm between you as he led the way back to his cabin, not far into the thick. As you walked you noticed his tail, gray and brown and full behind him. Had he hidden it, that day at the store, you wondered? Did he always when he was around people like you? You remembered how surprised you had been at the site of his pretty ears upon your first meeting and you felt ashamed. You tried to find every possible way to assure him, as you walked and talked, that he didn't frighten you. You hoped he understood.

Before long, you arrived at a little clearing with a log cabin at its heart. Smoke rose invitingly from the chimney, and you found it was as small and homey and warm within as it seemed from the cold darkness of the wood. The stranger gave you bread and stew and hot milk, and you ate with him and told him of yourself and he shared with you in return.

He was a wolf hybrid. The sole survivor of his pack, he had traveled hundreds of miles to settle into the mountains of your home. He made a living hunting, trapping, and gathering the wares of the wild to sell in town, as did a handful of other hybrids living in the mountains - a group of traders known collectively as The Strays. He told you that his name was Christopher, but that most simply called him The Wolf. When you repeated his given name softly and asked if you could call him by it he smiled that smile again, but broader and brighter and with his eyes pressed into little moons and crow's feet in their corners. His canines glinted in the light of the fire and one beautiful dimple pressed into his left cheek.

You were in love.

You asked him, a little shyly before parting the following day, if you could be friends. He smiled sadly and brushed rough fingers over your cheek before telling you that you were already his friend, but that you should keep yourself safe by staying away. People were suspicious of hybrids, and if he were seen with a human woman, it could be dangerous for you both.

At the edge of the campsite, when he turned to go, you grabbed his arm. You told him that every Saturday morning you helped wait tables at Maple's Diner, and that if he came, breakfast would be on the house. You wanted to thank him, you insisted. In truth, you just wanted to give him a chance to find you, should he wish to. Oh, you desperately hoped that he wished to.

And he did. He showed up a few weeks later, ears tucked under a hat and shoulders looking broad in a worn flannel shirt. You gave him coffee and bacon and a pile of pancakes and sat with him when your shift was through. It became a ritual, Saturday mornings at the diner. And then you started meeting for lunch. Then dinner. Then for long walks and trips to the movies. Then he started to take you out for drives in his truck - for picnics in the mountains, to watch the stars from the bed, to never leave the cab or each other's arms as the windows fogged with your labored breaths and mingled heat.

One night your grandparents were waiting up when you returned. Your grandfather was in a rage, your grandmother was all worry and woes. It was a sin, what you were doing, they said. In the eyes of what god, you demanded in return? Your grandmother clung to your arm, begging you to come to your senses - it was dangerous, and worse, you would be ruined for life. You told her that none of that meant anything to you. Only him, he was all that mattered. Only Christopher. To hell with everyone and everything else in that goddamned town that treated him with suspicion and shame - that could never begin to see how perfectly beautiful he was.

Your grandfather forbade you to see him.

You told him you were grown and he couldn't stop you.

He raised his hand, and your grandmother screamed.

When Christopher pulled up in his pickup you were in front of Maple's Diner. He gasped as he crouched to cradle you in his arms and gently brush his fingers over your broken lip and the green bruise on your cheek. He gathered you up, gathered your little bags, and took you home.

Home to the woods.

To the little warm cabin.

To his arms and his heart.

It's the third winter since you left it all behind - everything that tried to keep you from him.

Things are so different now, so simple, slow, steady and intimate in the life you share. You've started talking about pups. Maybe someday. Maybe soon.

You look up at his lovely, peaceful face, washed golden in the firelight, and smile, settling back down against his chest. As the wind howls your eyes slip shut, and you sleep again in the strong, gentle arms of a wolf.

-Fin-

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heartfullofleeches · 6 months ago

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[Violence, Murder, Hints of Past Abuse but nothing mentioned in heavy detail]

AU with Human Rascal and Bunny Hybrid Creep Reader where Rascal is some freaky slasher dude who stalks and later kills Bunny Reader's previous, abusive owner. The violence enlivens the hopeless Bunny as they believed they'd always be under the watchful eye of their owner even if they escaped. Seeing their blood spill into the carpet and their fur gives them more of a rush than the treats their owner fed them to adapt better to their situation.

They ask Rascal politely if it will let them join him. Rascal doesn't really need a partner, but they have always wanted to pet. Bunny is cute enough, adorableness magnified by their red stained coat and the shine in their eyes when Rascal leaves them their knife. It isn't even a week until their new lives together before Rascal is developing a crush- Bunny is supposed to be their pet, they can't feel this way about them!

Since this is sorta a reversal of their roles, I'm kinda leaning towards Rascal having a more dominant role in their relationship - but Human or Rabbit Monster - Rascal is absolutely whipped for their darling and I can see Bunny gaining the upper hand simply because of how cute they are which fries Rascal's brain because it has never been admired by a cute person, but also the fact Reader might not want to be someone's pet after everything they've been through... So Rascal will just have to be theirs.

The gimp mask is a vital part of their character because I say so, so human Rascal is just a weird guy in bondage gear.

Is it really over?....

Crimson dye seeps into the curly fur of your bent legs, trickling through the bars of your enclosure. It all happened so fast- A broken window. Earth shattering footsteps thundering through the house. You think it came from the kitchen. Your owner had promised to bring you a snack not long before they ran into the bedroom, covered in small cuts with a busted lip to match. The light in their eyes as the knife shredded through their jugular faded so swiftly... As swift as the fear eating away at what's left of you vanished from your body.

It's over... Isn't it?

"Give it to me....."

Your fingertips itch- palms heavy yet empty at the same time. The knife... Yes, the knife! The intruder dropped it when they saw you cowering in your cage. It's impossible to make out their expression with that strange mask their wearing. You don't care. About them. About what happens next. Even if they kill you after- you have to make sure.

"Let me out. I need to make sure.. Make sure that they're gone. They'll never let me alone if I don't... The keys.. They should be in their pocket."

You'll rip them apart with your teeth if you have to. Your nail have been filed too short to use though. If you have the strength left, you'll make this stranger pay for taking this away from you. It should have been you who got the first stab- and the last. They didn't deserve to be the one who got to do them in. Hurry up. While that rotten excuse of a human being still has a pulse. So much has been taken from you already. They can't have this-

"Let me out! Let me out! LET. ME."

"Shhhh..."

The knife hits the bottom of your cage, cold blood splashing against your face as it lands. The allure is magnetic - your hands welded to its handle as the door of the metal prison creaks open. You wait no time, crawling out on your hands and knees into the light of their bedroom. The joints in your legs ache as though you've been stabbed with pins as you rise to your feet - body uplifted by a pair of arms before you collapse. A gentle squeeze steels your grip on the knife. The intruder guides your steps towards the limp husk of your owner, gingerly lowering you to your knees at their side.

They lift their hand to pat your ear, recoiling like a snake in the grass as you wince from the freshness of your stitches. You like to believe if they tried that again they'd be at the end of the knife, but you know they met well.

"Thank you....."

Blinking back tears, you face your former owner - silently praying for a just a little fight left in them as you raise the knife over your head.

#Rascal my oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere slasher #yandere drabble

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kateksmallcuteowl · 7 months ago

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June 24: Role Reversal/The Shire Falls Instead

(An amazing challenge from @bagginshieldweek24

Still trying to play around with different styles. Hope you like it!

I decided to significantly extend the "alternativeness" of the universe, so we need to start with the Rings of Power. We all know that hobbits do not have rings in canon, but the dwarven rings gave their owners the ability to gain more treasures and become better craftsmen. So, in this AU, seven rings are given to the Hobbits, the creations of Yavanna, to bring the world flourishing agriculture, food, and protection to humans and elves who cannot always engage in farming. Agriculture is a profitable business in general, so over time, immense wealth begins to accumulate in the Shire, which, along with the power of seven rings, attracts the dragon. Bilbo, the thane of the Shire in exile, gathers a team of loyal hobbits (Frodo, his nephew and heir, don't forget, Bilbo is a convinced bachelor, at least until he meets Thorin, Sam and Hamfast Gamgee, Merry and Pippin, as hobbits whose families settled in Rohan and Gondor after the fall of the Shire, and therefore they know how to fight, and maybe some unnamed Tooks). However, they need a warrior who can handle mechanisms and iron, which the hobbits, though having become more "down-to-earth" from the hardships and adversities of exile, do not know how to do.

And a few short headcanons that partially influenced the appearance of the characters in the drawing:

- Bilbo here is more gloomy and serious, he has endured the hardships of life in exile and the death of loved ones (instead of Thror, the old Took was beheaded), he is responsible for the entire operation and needs it the most. Therefore, here he has less curly hair to show a heavier and more stubborn character. He also has a very small ahoge (the tuft of hair sticking up on the top of his head) that mostly just hangs, not expressing much emotion, or stands straight, expressing anxiety and irritation.

- This should have been first, but I think ahoge perfectly suits hobbits as an idea and all hobbits have it, just more or less.

- Thorin here is the prince under the mountain, but since in Middle-earth the social role of hobbits is among the dwarves, he simply lives for his pleasure, working in the forge, creating what he likes. He also has fewer wrinkles and wavier hair here.

- If in the culture of the dwarves everything came from stones, then in hobbits it came from nature, so instead of fur, Bilbo wears a cloak with leaves. They also retain a love for warm bright colors, as in the canon.

- It hurts Gandalf to see the hobbits, whom he loves so much, suffering from the dragon and the hardships of life.

#fanart #bagginshield #the hobbit #thilbo #thorin x bilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #au #fandom event #art challenge #bagginshield week #bagginshieldw24 #middle earth

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smilesatdawnmain · 15 days ago

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Reverse Taken (Wukong's rage- After Math)

I like this Au. If I had the patience, I would make an official fanfic. I do not. My life would not allow that patience. SOOO- Imma give you small parts. Parts that are in my brain, that I will put together one post at a time.

Summary: The Spider Queen considers her next steps while soothing her little spiderling.

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The silence of the dark was shattered by a sudden outburst of tears. In the background, water dripped and patters of movement could be heard. Sitting alone in this quiet space was the Spider Queen, her hair loose and knotted against her back. Her face and neck were marked with bruises, and her eyes glinted with a steely anger.

“Hush now,” her voice was like silk as she ran her fingers through the fur of the whimpering child that sobbed against her lap. Xiaozhizhu sniffled again, bawling into his Mother’s dress. “Shhh, spiderling,” she whispered, her voice laced with a tenderness that starkly contrasted with the shadows encroaching around them. She lifted a lock of his curly fur, twirling it around her finger as she stared ahead. She hadn’t expected that King to arrive so soon. She thought she’d have more time. Her plans would have to be pushed up.

In the midst of her thoughts, she glanced down at this boy. Practically a grown man now, no longer that little cub she found wandering the streets, barely able to breathe. It was her who took him in. It was she who put the clothes on his back and kept his weak little immune system stable. That King did nothing to make this boy who he was, yet he dared to show his face and act as if she were some villain in his upbringing.

... Was she?

This little cub was her ticket to great things. He was her pawn in making this world bow before her. He was her own personal battery. Her’s to do what she wanted with. She had saved his life, and thus to repay that debt, he would do as she needed. He was her insurance that the Monkey King stayed in line! He was-!

He looked up, his cheeks flushed and eyes puffy, leaning into her hand. As small as the day she found him in her eyes. Fragile and looking at her like she held the moon and the stars.

Xiaozhizhu hicupped, his tears slowly subsiding as he clung to the Spider Queen. "T-they destroyed everything," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Our home..."

He was her's.

He was her cub.

The Spider Queen’s heart twisted, a flicker of, perhaps doubt igniting within the web of her ambitions. She grazed her thumb over Xiaozhizhu’s cheek, the soft warmth countering the chill that enveloped the cavernous lair. The echoes of his sobs faded slightly, and in that intimate silence, she realized that even though she had molded him into a tool for her plans, somehow… he too had molded her to fit right in his heart. A spot she hadn’t expected to be so warm.

All at once, the whispers of her ambition felt like poisonous tendrils curling around her throat, choking the breath from her lungs. She had tasted power before—rich and intoxicating—but this was different. This was a taste of something too sweet, too pure, like honey laced with venom. A part of her wanted to recoil, to sever the ties that bound her to this moment. But the other part—the one that had cradled the boy against her breast during long, dark nights—longed to protect him from the world’s harsh claws.

She has his Mother. He was her son.

Her son would stand by her side when they took over the world.

“Mother?” His voice was shaky but filled with a thread of trust that she could not bear to hear. She had not always been the kindest. Many days, she pushed the boy to his limit- to ensure he grew strong. She ignored his tears, and his fear, believing discipline was a crucible that would forge strength. Yet here he was, looking at her with those wide, innocent eyes, and in that gaze, she saw the reflection of her own monstrous nature flickering like a dying flame.

“Mother, are you okay?” He reached out, his hand trembling as it rested against her wrist, grounding her in that fragile moment. “Did he-” his lower lips trembled, knowing the Monkey King had hurt her. Had nearly killed her before he arrived to get her out of there. His eyes had glowed a sickening red and gold.

She inhaled sharply, the scent of damp earth mingling with her conflicting emotions, swirling like fog around her heart. “I am fine, sugar,” she whispered, but even to her own ears, the words felt hollow. Carefully she lifted his chin.

The accursed Monkey now knew of this little spiderling. If today was anything to go off of, he wasn’t going to relent either. Now that he knew Xiaozhizhu was his biological son- her leverage had crumbled like a fragile silk thread underfoot. She could no longer play the game as she once had; she was now exposed, vulnerable.

The Spider Queen's fingers trembled slightly as she stroked Xiaozhizhu's cheek. Her mind raced, calculating her next move, but her heart... her heart ached in a way she had never experienced before.

"Mother," Xiaozhizhu whispered, his voice hoarse from crying. "What they said... it's not true, is it? That the Monkey King is-"

The Queen's breath caught in her throat. This was her moment, her chance to cement her hold on the boy, to twist the truth and keep him bound to her forever.

The Spider Queen's fingers hesitated on Xiaozhizhu's cheek. For a fleeting moment, she considered spinning another web of lies - it would be so easy to further vilify the Monkey King, to paint herself as the victim and savior. But as she looked into those trusting eyes, something inside her crumbled.

"Sugar," she began softly, her voice wavering. “It is true that I found you alone in this city, with no one to care for you. It is also true, that the King’s blood runs through your veins. Your power- your gift, they come from the other end of that blood- the six-eared Macaque.”

Xiaozhizhu's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "W-what?" he stammered, pulling back slightly from his mother's touch. "But... but you always said..."

The Spider Queen sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her deception. "I never thought it was important for you to know, sugar." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she forced herself to continue. "When I found you, I knew who you were. I knew of your heritage. But I still took you in.” she cupped his face, “You are mine. My cub.” her gaze narrowed, sharpening to a possessive affirmation. “I know not why that King casted you aside, but he did.”

Xiaozhizhu's mind reeled, struggling to process this new information. His whole world was crumbling around him, everything he thought he knew about himself and his origins suddenly cast into doubt.

“But... but why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“I never hid that you were not a spider, spiderling.” she says, fingers cleaning the smudges on his cheeks. “You were never mine by blood, and you knew that. To admit you are the blood of that Monkey King-” she scowled, “It would bring you endless danger. Not to mention… one is not allowed to claim something that they cast aside. I never told you that you were his, because you are not his. Not anymore.”

Xiaozhizhu's head spun as he tried to process his mother's words. He supposed that was… true. "But... but MK," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "He said we were... brothers. Twins."

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the Monkey Kid, "Yes," she said, her voice tight. "It seems you do have a twin. The one the Monkey King chose to keep."

Xiaozhizhu flinched.

“I had never seen him before to really know you were twins.” she admits. “That Monkey King keeps his family safe guarded at his mountain. I cared not for what he did… You were my focus.”

Xiaozhizhu's breath caught in his throat, his mind reeling with this new information. Twins. He and MK were twins. The boy he'd befriended, the one who'd been trying so hard to pull him away from a life of crime... was his brother.

"But... but why?" he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why would they keep him and not me?"

The Spider Queen's eyes softened, a mixture of genuine sympathy and calculated manipulation swirling in their depths. "Oh, my sweet prince," she cooed, stroking his cheek tenderly. "I wish I had an answer for you. The ways of the powerful are often cruel and incomprehensible to those they deem... lesser."

Xiaozhizhu's eyes welled with fresh tears, his lower lip trembling. "Am I... am I lesser?" he whispered, voice cracking.

The Queen's eyes flashed dangerously. "Never," she hissed, cupping his face in both hands. "You are extraordinary, my little spider.” she drew him against her, patting his back as she had when he was so small. “I am your Mother,” she reminded him.

Xiaozhizhu clung tightly to the Spider Queen, his mind still reeling from the revelations. He buried his face against her shoulder, seeking comfort in her familiar embrace. "But why now?" he mumbled, his voice muffled. "Why did they come looking for me after all this time?"

The Spider Queen stroked his hair gently, her voice soft but tinged with bitterness. "Who can say what goes through the minds of such beings? Perhaps they finally realized what they had thrown away. Or perhaps," her eyes narrowed, "they simply want to use you for their own purposes now that you've grown into your powers."

Xiaozhizhu pulled back slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion and hurt. "Use me? But MK... he's always been kind to me. He's tried to help me..."

The Spider Queen's lips curled into a sad smile. "Oh, my sweet prince. Kindness can often be a mask for ulterior motives. Sugar, we must be careful. The King…” Her voice trailed off as a flicker of sorrow passed through the boy’s gaze. “He will come for you.”

Xiaozhizhu's eyes widened, a flicker of fear passing through them. "Come for me?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

The Spider Queen nodded solemnly. "Yes, my dear. Now that he knows of your existence, he will not rest until he has you in his grasp." She cupped his face gently, her eyes boring into his. "But I will not let that happen. You are mine to protect, to nurture. I will not let him take you from me."

Xiaozhizhu's eyes widened, a mix of fear and uncertainty swirling in their depths. He stammered, "But what if...” he licked his lips, glancing to the side- distant and wondering, “What if they really do want me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What if they're sorry?"

The Spider Queen's grip on him tightened slightly, her eyes flashing with a possessive glint. "Oh sugar," she said, her voice silky smooth but with an edge of steel, "If they truly wanted you, they would have come for you years ago. They had their chance, and they chose to discard you." She stroked his cheek. To her, this was no lie. She truly did not know why that Monkey would leave this boy- truly. And a woman like her was not likely to believe it was not without intention. If that simian wanted this boy back after all this time- he would need to pry him from her cold dead hands.

Xiaozhizhu's eyes welled with fresh emotion, conflicting sensations warring within him. Part of him desperately wanted to believe that his newfound "family" truly cared, that there was some explanation for their absence all these years. But another part, the part that had been nurtured by the Spider Queen's love and guidance, recoiled at the thought of trusting those who had abandoned him. "I... I don't know what to think," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Everything's so confusing."

The Spider Queen pulled him close once more, cradling his head against chest. “Then let yourself be confused. Trust in me, for now.” The Spider Queen held Xiaozhizhu close, feeling his body tremble with confusion and fear. She stroked his hair gently, her voice soft but firm. "I know this is all overwhelming, my little prince. But remember, I have always been here for you. I have never abandoned you, never cast you aside."

Xiaozhizhu sniffled, clinging to her like a lifeline. "I know, Mother," he whispered. "But what do we do now?" he asked, his voice small and uncertain. "Our home is destroyed. The Monkey King knows about me. MK..." his voice caught on his friend's - his brother's - name.

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed as she contemplated their next move. "We'll rebuild, my dear. We always do." She gently tilted Xiaozhizhu's chin up, meeting his gaze. "As for the Monkey King and his... son," she paused, carefully choosing her words, "we must be cautious. They may try to manipulate you, to lure you away from me."

Xiaozhizhu's brow furrowed, a flicker of uncertainty passing through his eyes. MK wasn’t to be trusted… so then… why did he feel so much pain coming from his other half. Desperation, fear- MK was looking for him. Had always been looking for him. Instead of voicing this, he nodded his head quietly.

“Okay, Mother.”

With that quiet affirmation, the Spider Queen began to weave her plans, her fingers moving like silk threads through the air, as if crafting a tapestry of strategy and resolve. “Tonight,” she said, her voice laced with purpose, “we will gather the remnants of our lost home. In the shadows, we will rebuild our strength.” her eyes gleamed in the shadows, “Then, we reveal what Syntax has been hard at work on.” she gripped her cub’s arms- where small unseen puncture marks lay below his fur. Years of collecting, gathering, all coming down to this single night.

Xiaozhizhu swallowed hard, quietly rubbing his arm. “Yes Mother,” he bowed his head.

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