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howyouloveyourdragon · 2 months

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summary: sometimes all you need is a gentle lover and a comforting hand, Jacaerys knows this all too well with you at his side and a crown at his temple request: Hii can I request a softest love prompt 2&7 for Jace:)))) pairing: King!Jacaerys x reader pronouns: she/her dividers by: saradika and cafekitsune wordcount: 2,659 prompts: 2. touching foreheads in a hug, 7. that gaze--tired, soft, their thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching, silently mumbling an "i love you" banners by myself A/N: i really hope you enjoyed this anon! let me know!

“AND IF we are unable to find said payment or refuse, then it is a reasonable assumption to make that–” The droning speech of Isembard Arryn, Master of Coin, continues despite the Jacaerys’ clenching jaw and slitted gaze. “War is no solution.” Lord Cregan Stark swiftly interrupts him, glancing his King’s way as the words pass him. It is no secret that the King is not fond of division nor war. Jacaerys stays staring ahead, gaze hard and impenetrable. “We have the money.” He contributes, voice uncharacteristically gruff. You squeeze his hand but as quickly as you can blink, he brings your palm to his lips and places a deft kiss there. Soft and gentle as it had always been. The council pauses at the motion then returns to the matter. They shift in discomfort, they continue to look at his stiff form. “I believe, our liege, that–” Lord Thaddeus Rowen, Master of Laws and lord justiciar begins. “My Hand is right, let us rest on the matter.” Jacaerys snaps briskly. Lord Rowen clears his throat and lets a childish huff pass him. “The decision should be made with haste, your grace, Lord Baratheon shall not be so kind. He will–” Arryn presses further before– “We will let it rest!” Jacaerys shouts with suddenness. He stands and slams one cold, commanding fist against the table. Each breath is held at such an outburst and for once, the King is not blinking at the nothingness of a floor or blankly ahead. Purpose takes flight in his eyes, directing their focus as sharp as a blade on the infuriating man.

Silence presides over the table, It echoes and flickers with the rage of a King’s charge. Your King had spoken and if his council continued to defy him, you were certain that it would end less than favourably for them. And so, you circle your thumb of his hand and latch your eyes on the side of his face until the pull of your attention tugs him back to you. His eyes lock on your own–at first they stare with the stark hardness of stone. They swim with slitted irritation and glare with a gruffness unknown to you. But he is still your Jacaerys and it takes not long before he softens at your own gaze, you are enough to gentle him. You always are. Jacaerys swallows and turns his gaze back on his dispersing council. “I meant not to frighten you.” He uttered quietly. His body lightened like a feather and his sights trained on the stone table before him. As easily as he does so, you stand and cup his face with your unarmed hand. Your fingers flatten against his face and turn him once more before you. “You could never frighten me.” You reply simply, closing your eyes. Simpleness was your most favourable quality. Everything you cast him was with ease, no secrets stood between you both. It was a relief after so long at troublesome court for you both. A bated huff fluttered with purpose through his nose and it took little for the both of you to rest your foreheads together. He releases shuddered breaths which follow the seam of your mouth. “I love you.” He whispers. A smile pinches at your lips. “I love you too.” You return as the doors swing shut. Another sigh passes through your husband and relaxation washes over him.

Finally everyone has left, Jacaerys’ arms wrap around you and fingers are already pawing at your gown. It comforts him to feel you, to clench that fabric up in his balled hands and know you’re there. What feels even better however is when a warm, firm kiss is planted against your forehead. And then you hear the most lyrical words…“I love you so much I can barely breathe.” And you let out a shaky exhale. You flutter against him and it almost entices his arms to hold you tighter. The sweetness of his voice plays like a melody through your ears until they circle your brain and lull it to stop the whirring. The whirring that had become so painfully familiar. So painfully consistent. It reminds you of your lover. Not your husband but your lover. The marriage had been chosen for you but that did not mean that your love had been, as Jacaerys cares to remind you each eve as he twists those silken fingers through your hair, as he kisses his affection down your neck until caressed bruises lay in his wake and colour with the pink of his love. Because he does love you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you, he loves–He loves to be yours, he reminds you as he pulls away. The drapes flutter the cold air inside as swiftly as you can imagine wings could. It folds over you in the space between yourself and your husband. Slowly, your eyes open to find him already gazing at you with his wear lovesick gaze. The gaze that buckles your knees and has you unable to as much as glance away from him. Not for a single moment.

A shaky sigh sputters from The King of Just’s lips. The people had named him as such after the activities of his on-running reign. Of the odd mercy that he had approached his former enemies with. You think of these events as his fingers dance into your hair. His eyes follow fast to his own actions, fascinated in the treasure within those fingers. Of what he has been blessed to hold, he vows to hold you dearly. Tenderly. Softly. As he does so, your own sights linger on his face. At his pillowed lips and dark, thick eyelashes. At the short scar that stretches along his jaw and chin. The tips of your own fingers flutter toward it like a moth to light. Your thumb lays gentle touch upon it and smooths along the surface. Again, a sigh passes through him but with the gentleness of a doe. With the timid, uncertain glance of a doe. The thought amuses you but you allow it to settle. Breath threads between you both and tugs you ever closer. Ever where you belong. But when he finally presses a kiss to your lips, it barely greets the skin. There is something divinely religious in the way he caresses your lips with his like an idol. Worship dances along his tongue and almost expels prayers from his warm mouth. His thumb detangles from your hair and cups your face. His thumb rolls slow circles into your cheek as his kisses press on between unkempt words. “I love you.” He utters in repetition. “I love you, I love you,” His nose burrows into the side of your own until you almost become one body entwined only with itself. The words tangle themselves in the sweetest patterns throughout your brain and chest.

Your face turns to face the tall dark door. “They must know that war will not be sustainable.” Utters through you, the spell of confusion and aged bewilderment leaves through an exhale. “We have funds to cease such affairs, why cause a fate of destruction?” Jacaerys feels his jaw soften and his eyes stare distantly into your face. With two gentle fingers, he turns you back towards him. “Men will destroy aplenty for power. I know that all too well.” His gruff words murmur through the air. Your eyes stare into the harsh darkness of his gaze – warm amber turns to stone. Your eyes continue to trace down his ridged nose and chiselled jaw, his plump lips. Something possesses you to caress them with your thumb – slowly parting them until his teeth peek out like shining pearls. His throat bobs but his shoulders stay calm as he leans in again. Jace had been not only your dearest love but your most sweet and that meant more to you than words could ever detail. His lips brush against yours before diving between them and all you can remember is that he feels like home. Jace feels like home. Your Jace. His soft love addresses you and only you – he needs not hide it from anyone. Not even from irritative lords in council chambers. Because you were not only his wife but his Queen. And he has no intent to keep that a discretion. His kiss blossoms your flesh like the blooming of your affection; tentative, tender and tenacious. You would not release it for the world. Not for any Kingdom or cure from mortality for you would happily die in his embrace. Endure any erratic wars or gruelling hardship. It is hard to imagine that you would ever deny him your kiss – the memory flutters the reverberation of a laugh from your mouth.

Jacaerys has never thought himself one to offend but even less so to cater to the whimsy of romance, yet the moment your laugh reaches his ears, he feels himself reflect one himself. The hair of his fringe passes your own forehead as your press ever-closely together. The thought of parting from you for even a moment brings him heartache. His hands wrap atop the circle of your waist and squeeze with a playfulness unknown to those outside your threshold. “What is that which has you fluttering?” He delights in good charm. He cups your face with one broad, warm hand and rubs the skin. “Hm? What has my dereworthy darling fluttering so?” His amusement only triggers you moreso. When you return him your gaze, Jacaerys can recall why he wished to paint your face upon glass. He wishes to keep your sculpted, smiling face forever in view. It matters not should you outlive him so long as he need not spend a single moment without the sweet, shining eyes of yours. The brows of his face cannot help but droop at your mere sight. His expression stays tender and intense. How could he ever meet a woman of your beauty? He is certain that your charms were not merely a gift of Gods but the heavens themselves. “My joy, I nearly refused you.” It is that of befuddlement which pinches and clouds your pleasant face. A shake of your head rustles the strands of your hair. “How could I ever have refused you? My heart…”

A chuckle rumbles throughout the King’s chest and he tucks the brushes of hair behind your ears. His sights skid across your features but not in search – he has every answer he could ever need and in the safest of vaults. The vault of his heart. You truly were the sweetest of wines, the holder of hidden truths and the wielder of worlds – his at least. “Tis not your fault, you had not met my charms until our day.” At the mention of such a date, he earned his years of prize – your smile. “To all truth, such an hour frightened me once.” “I know.” He murmured, grinning like a feline. “Of course, then I knew too.” Your eyes widened and the shortest intake rushed to your mouth. “Surely, you jest!” You all but scold, horror in your eyes. He shakes his head, humour all-consuming as he doubles over and squeezes his eyes. “I do not!” Jacaerys claims. “I was quite nerved by it, for what reason is it that had you to assume I not taken you to bed that eve if not your considerations?” His left brow rises and the air suddenly feels stifling. “I…” You stumble with abash. “I had presumed you had not taken a liking to me yet.” At that, Jace is quick to disagree and nuzzle his nose to yours. “I could never not want for you, sweet wife. You are the most beautiful of women and the most kind.” Your head tilts in that darling way that it only calls for when you are unclued. “For days I–” His voice lowers, his gaze flickers over your face. With a swallow, he summons his courage and rubs his thumb over your jawline. “For days, I took witness to your reading in the gardens. To my cousin on her walks there.”

You had not realised he had seen you with little Jaehaera. The recollection of memories flushes your cheeks. You do not know whether it is your own self-pride or embarrassment. It makes him smile–how easily he can fluster you. “I saw you while passing a window and…Well, you charmed me. Heart and soul, you charmed me.” For a moment, all he can do is stare into your eyes, his gaze soft. “I…” You hesitate, wracking your mind for any clue of the past to which you had ignored but you find nothing. “I had no idea.” You murmur with the quietness of a newborn lamb. He only smiles. “I know, my darling.” Tease carries through his voice. “That is why I love you so; you had not a clue as to anyone witnessing you and your beauty at all.” Adoration was not new to Jacaerys; he had been well accustomed to the Goddess before him for years now. The hand not upon your face runs small circles on your middle. “It is when nobody is watching that I see your heart.” He lands a feather-light kiss to your nose. “I love you, my darling, I love you.”

Your love is one of quiet halls and whispered confessions. Your love is of a King seeking for the mercy only his QUeen can bring him. The mercy of a gentle home. A gentle life amidst the meddling and politics of a life forever in court. You admit that your own love for your husband came later–the fear of marrying a prince heavy on your mind. The expectation that would come with that also gives no bounds. You still recall how trembles had shaken your form as your father hurried you through the luxurious spectacle. The aisle had been a long, empty space in where you could barely catch the face of your soon-husband and Septon. Surrounded by men and women, ladies and lords of note and yet you had not known nor met. Yet when you had finally forced your figure to stand beside the three men who would cement your future, the only calm you found was through the comfort and Jacaerys’ hand resting on yours. Both of your fates to be entwined and tied. You were together, hands warm and clammy with nerves but together. You were not alone. When he searched your eyes for any hesitance throughout the ceremony and whispered in your ear to ask if you were certain–that was when you knew. You were not alone. He would not allow you to be alone.

Now, as tears kiss your cheeks. Of affection and warmth–you can still see that look in his gaze. That kind, soft, assurance that you are not alone. “I love you.” You whispered to him, unable to hold back. It does not take long at all for him to press his lips to yours again. His hands caress your face and his care is unavoidable. And when you parted, he still chased for you. “We should retire to bed. The children will have missed us.” You explain quietly, reluctant to leave. A sigh spills from him and although you both stand there together for another second of tenderness, of softness, you know that he agrees. Ever the dutiful father. He would not let a single eve leave them without a story before their rest. “Do you think they would prefer another tale of Nymyria?” “I think they would care greatly for it.” You agree. He takes your hand in his and draws you out of the chamber. The door closes quietly and so are your footsteps as the two of you walk through the hall. The soft rays of sunlight passing down to caress the dusk echoes around you. And like his love–some things are better kept soft.

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just-some-random-blogger · 22 days

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I don't know if you accept requests, but I'm going to risk it. Did you see the last photo of Harry Collett and Tom Taylor (the future Cregan Stark)? Could you write a Harry/Jace x reader x Tom/Cregan threesome? I'm obsessed with them

Push & Pull

It's basically Lannister tradition to create a scandal on your nameday, or maybe that's just you.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Lannister!Reader x Cregan Stark | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, jealousy?, am I the drama!YN, typos, etc.

A/N: hello nonnie! i do take requests, but i dont explicitly state it because ive been having a hard time writing. i had an idea for a jace fic when you sent this, so it felt really timely, but then that fic i went to die 💀✋ so im tryna revive my spark writing smth else. i know you said a threesome but i just 💔 the best i can do is them tryna one up each other. I AM SO HYPE FOR THEM FR FR but i didnt really see the actors' photo together, just them in the trailer

"Is that the older Velaryon boy?" I mutter to my brother in between taking a sip of wine.

Jason turns where I'm looking and takes a sip of his own wine, "indeed."

"He's rather easy on the eyes, isn't he," I smile at my Jason.

He raises a brow, "and you are rather engaged, aren't you?"

"Engaged to be engaged," I shrug, looking around the room again, "and I do not even see our man of the hour anywhere."

"Lord Stark is travelling here from Winterfell. One would expect him to be late."

"Are you not the same brother of mine that said impressions have their weight in gold?"

Jason narrows his eyes, "clearly that was Tyland."

I roll my eyes at him and look away. I quickly turn back to Jason after I notice something, "oh, look. He's coming over."

"Lady Lannister."

I avert my gaze from my brother, to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, who gives me a nod in regard.

"My prince," I smile and curtsy.

He smiles back then turns to my brother, "Lord Lannister."

Jason raises a brow and nods curtly.

"If your sister will allow it," Jacaerys turns to me, "I would like to ask her for a dance."

I giggle under my breath. I share a look with my brother. Jason assesses my expression before turning back to the dark haired man, "my sister is not accepting dances this moment."

I turn to Jacaerys as he gives me a questioning look, "may I enquire why?"

"I hurt my ankle," I mutter, "whilst getting off the carriage."

Jacaerys' forehead visibly wrinkles, "you took a carriage here?"

I purse my lips into a soft smile, "I did."

"To Casterly Rock?"

"I was visiting a lady friend who lives not too far from here."

"... I see."

Just as Jacaerys says this, the doors open, and Lord Cregan Stark's arrival is announced as he walks in. As he swaggers in, I am struck by a delicious idea.

"On second thought, my prince," I extend a hand, "my ankle is feeling rather better now."

I feel my brother give me a dirty look, but before he can say anything, I am whisked away for a dance.

Jacaerys leads me as we dance, holding my hand firmly as we glide across the floor, and pulling me closer than what was needed when the movement called for it.

The truth was, I didn't mind it, but there was nothing I loved more than putting a man in his place.

"You're being quite familiar with your touches, Jacaerys," I mutter when we as close enough.

I see his eyes light up when I call him by his first name. He chuckles, "can you blame me for wanting to be so?"

I hum as he spins me around, "I doubt many refuse your advances anyway, with the life of a princess up for prize."

Jacaerys ends up behind me as we continue with the dance. I feel his breathing as we continue with the next steps. Once we pull away and face each other again, I speak, "it is an honor to be the first."

Jacaerys looks at me in confusion when I curtsy rather than take his hand. I smile, "I have another waiting on me," then walk away.

It doesn't take long for me to weave my way out of the dancing bodies, nor to find the said person waiting for me.

I press my lips together into a soft smile as I approach the towering man, "Lord Stark."

Cregan nods and extends a hand, "my lady."

I take his hand and smile when he kisses my knuckles, "I do hope your travels were safe."

Cregan straightens up and tilts his head, "safe?"

He takes a step forward and brushes my knuckles, "I arrived to see my future bride ensnared in the jaws of a dragon."

I clasp my hands together and raise a brow, " I believe the Velaryon's sigil is that of a seahorse."

"And I believe he is set to inherit the throne after his mother, the king's appointed heir."

I purse my lips and lock eyes with Jacaerys from across the room. A moment later, I turn back to Cregan and smile, "political talk has always bored me."

He shifts on one leg, "I would not bore you on your nameday."

"Then dance with me."

Cregan takes a second, then offers me a hand.

Not a moment later, the two of us are dancing with the rest of the crowd. Cregan is much more wary with his touch, more courteous, and modest.

I cannot help but tease him with lingering touches and with the bat of my lashes, "you are surprisingly graceful for someone of your stature."

Cregan chuckles, hands gripping my waist with more intention, "perhaps the same could be said about you, my lady."

I raise a brow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, with your injured ankle and all."

I tilt my head, eyes locked on his as we change partners. I keep my attention locked on Cregan as I come back to him the next measure.

"How do you know that?"

He tucks my hair behind my ear, "your brother told me as you danced with Jacaerys Velaryon, how you humored him, despite your reluctance."

We spin around and switch partners again.

This time, I cannot keep my attention on Cregan as I find myself face to face with Jacaerys, himself.

He immediately speaks, "I did not know you were waiting upon Cregan Stark."

I do the steps with him and purse my lips, "why would you need to know who I wait upon?"

"I thought I made it clear," the corner of his lips quirk, "I wish to be familiar."

I chuckle, taken slightly off guard, "and I thought I made it clear that I did not."

Jacaerys' hold on my hip lingers, "did you?"

My breath hitches when he pulls me flush against his chest, arms around my waist as we twirl. He breaks away, seconds too long, and we change partners again.

Except I don't, and neither does Jacaerys, for then the music finds its completion. We stand in front of each other, staring, as the rest of the room breaks into applause.

"I would like to share another dance with you, my lady," says Jacaerys.

"She is already spoken for," another answers for me.

I peer up at Cregan as he comes between us. He blankly stares at Jacaerys. It lingers and becomes rather painful. Eventually, he gives him a nod in regard, "your grace."

"Lord Stark," Jacaerys clenches his jaw before nodding back.

I stare at them as they stare at each other for another prolonged moment. I purse my lips then sigh, "I am actually feeling rather parched. Would you two boys like to pour me a drink?"

The two of them turn to me, but before they could respond, I'm already heading off to the banquet table. My brother's eyes shoot daggers at me as I approach.

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beary-rambles · 2 months

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hiii, how are you? I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do Jacaerys Velaryon x reader. Where reader is Alicent’s firstborn daughter, and they were married in hopes to reconcile the family. Could you do newly married headcannons for them, sfw and nsfw. They don’t necessarily show their hate 24/7, they married out of duty, and for their families but they don’t get along or make efforts to get along, if that makes sense. More like a subtle enemies to lovers. If you can do this, it would be great. And I hope you have a wonderful day 😊😊😊

a/n: hiii i am great i hope youve been well. <3 TYSM FOR THE REQUEST !! sorry it took me a couple days to get too !! i went a little overboard sorry i just loved this rq sm !! <3 hope you enjoy !! (this is more of a fic in headcannon format :3)

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, slight enemies to lovers, slight baela/jaacerys romance for the drama, happy ending not bulleted, not proofread, avoided the use of y/n

You didn't hate jacaerys targaryen. No, you never had strong feelings about him. Even in your youth as you grew up you never thought much about him. If anything the most you had ever had is a slight resentment towards him for his treatment of aemond.

Your engagement had come as a surprise. Especially knowing how much your mother didn't care for rhaenyra or her family, especially her sons. But apparently rhaenyra and Alicent had a moment together and the two managed to come to an agreement for the sake of the family.

You couldn't gauge his reaction when he heard the news, he did not seem as shocked as you, leading you to believe he had already been informed. The two of you stared at each other and you could sense his annoyance. You've never had any bad blood so you don't understand what he could be so annoyed about until his eyes stray from you and you turn your head to where he's looking and notice he was looking at baela who also had a saddened look on her face but covered it up well. The two of you barely speak during the wedding prep.

The two of you actually argued quite a bit about the ceremony. You had wanted one more to your faith, the seven, while he was insistent that you had a traditional targaryen ceremony and for it to take place at driftmark.

“Of course you would want it at driftmark.” you scoff His head shoots up and he gives you a glare. “What could that possibility mean?”

“Nothing my dear i just find it funny that you of all people want a ceremony at driftmark. What sort of relation do you have there? Wouldn't a place like harrenhal suit you better”

His hands slam on the table and he stands his eyes never leaving yours as his face turns angry.

You can hear your mother scold you but you just laugh and keep a smile on your face. The meaning of your words are very clear to him but as he opens his mouth to speak his mother interrupts suggesting just to have two ceremonies.

You roll your eyes as he sits back down and agrees. The two of you continue to make sly remarks at one another to many, It would just look like friends poking fun at one another but the two of you knew that you two could barely stand each other. It was easy enough to fool the public into thinking the two of you had been a love match. Especially since they had no clue the two of you did not speak outside of public appearances.

Your wedding was magical, without any of the magic. You would have two ceremonies, one of the more intimate traditional Targaryen ceremony and one longer three day ceremony for the faith. you ended up having the targaryen ceremony first. It was a very small ceremony with only your family there.

Even though you held no feelings towards the velaryon boy there's something so intimate about the tradition ceremony that it had even your heart skipping.

you couldn't tell if he felt the same, he had a clearly fake pleased look but you did notice he did not spare baela one glance but instead had spent that night dancing with you.

you two decided not to consummate the marriage that night much to your relief, and would wait till your other wedding night. The public had no clue the two of you were already married, during your wedding feast many would come up to you and spare their congratulations and provide a gift.

You and jacaerys sat at the head of the table. The night had been going fine until one particular lord came up and started saying some inappropriate comments about you.

You began to shrink in your seat and could not find a voice to say anything yet you did not have to as jacaerys was quick to shut him down, his tone had changed much from his kinder tone earlier while regarding guests.

He had laced his land with yours and quickly shooed him away. He had turned to you and asked you if you were alright and all you could do was nod. jacaerys keeps his hand laced with yours the whole night. Despite the fact the two of you are still at odds you find comfort with his warm hand in yours.

The next day was the tourney. You knew jacaerys was going to be competing. No one dared to ask you for your favor. When jacaerys finally was announced he immediately strolled over to the royal box where you had been sitting, “your favor my love?”

After you had reached out and tied it around his sword he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back before riding away. When your wedding rolled around it had once again been a pleasant ceremony. A part of you which you didn't want to acknowledge felt as though there was a small smile on Jace's face when the two of you kissed. The celebration afterwards has also been nice but a part of you felt dread as you realized the bedding ceremony had been right around the corner. Jacaerys had noticed at some point during the festivities you had been upset, “are you alright?”

You didn't want to mention it so you just nodded my head and didn't turn to face him. You could feel his stare and when you didnt turn towards him he sighed. “If you hold any worries about the bedding ceremony, put them to rest. I have already insisted it is not necessary.” You whip your head towards him in shock but he had turned away from you and was staring at the crowd drinking from his chalice. “You did?”

“Of course, there is no reason to. Though the maesters were insistent they checked you afterwards. I had attempted to avoid that as well but they were persistent.” “Why?”

His face scrunched as if he had been confused about your question. “You did not want to do it. Did you?” Your head begins to hurt as you think about the fact he had put in all the extra effort to make sure you did not have to do something you did not want to.

The two of you decided to call it a night and you attempted to ignore your brothers yells of encouragement as you quickly exited the room. You had arrived at your chambers first and were quickly stripped out of your extravagant dress by some maids and the pit in your stomach continued to grow.

There was no way jacaerys would be a cruel lover. Sure the two of you did not get along most of the time but you felt he had been kind to you today and the last couple days. Lost in your thoughts you barely noticed as jacaerys walked into the room still in his formal wear and dismissed all the maids. You stood up to face him and suddenly it became alarmingly clear to you that you two were alone in this room while he was fully dressed and you were wearing a plain white nightgown. No words are spoken between the two of you as you stare as he begins to remove his formal wear. “I am sorry.”

His back is turned to you as he removes his coat and you watch as he freezes “what for?” “This whole marriage. You clearly did not want this and I am sorry you are being forced into this. Maybe I do not want it as well but it must feel worse for you.”

Your head had fallen to the floor as you went on. His hand grabbed your chin and he forced you to lock eyes with him. He had a relaxed face as he gave you a concerned look. “It is our duty you must be upset about it as well. Why would it be worse for me?”

“I assumed you had relations with baela..” you trail off and try to look away but his grip immediately pulls you back. “I promise you I shall never be unfaithful if that is your worry. You are my wife. I could not imagine disrespecting you that way.” It is clear to you he does not deny the fact he has feelings for her but you choose to ignore this fact as he leans in and kisses you. It becomes painfully obvious to the two of you that you are both terribly inexperienced He leads you over to the bed as you gasp as you fall back onto the bed

He is a very kind lover though it was very obvious to him he struggled to know what to do His fingers were clumsy as he attempted to prep you (which you did not expect as your mother told you he would just stick it in) But once he got to the rhythm of it he was very good and soon enough you had your first come. “Are you sure you've never done this nephew?” He laughs and shakes his head, “never dear auntie though i did read up on it.”

He kisses down your neck as he slips off your dress Lost in the feeling you barely noticed that he had slipped off his trousers he was still wearing and was fully nude You would say he has a nice dick but you've never seen another one so you have nothing to compare it to You fight the urge to reach out and grab it He clumsily lines himself up and it hurts.

He presses kisses all over your face in an attempt to calm you down and waits for you to give him the okay before he begins to move. Your mother had spent the last week tell you to be prepared to just lay there and take it and you would find no enjoyment at all but in this exact moment you had no clue what she was talking about You had never felt this amazing in your life, he was kissing you as one of his hands was playing with your clit and another one was locked with yours next to your head.

He was slow, not the rough and hard pace you had been expecting. He valued your pleasure just as much if not more than his own. He was also much more vocal that you had expected, your mother told you men do not make much noise but as he laid his head right next to your ear you could hear ever groan and whine leave his lips He encouraged you to come first before he spilled himself inside you. When he got up soon after you felt a chill, your mother did say men did just quickly leave as soon as they were done. To your surprise all he had done was get up to alert the maids to draw a bath for you.

This however alerts the maester and your mother who comes running in, your mother obviously concerned when she sees you but you reassure her you are fine. Jaacerys was nowhere to be seen and did not return til you were already asleep. You had expected the two of you to have a better relationship after the last couple days have been nice but jacaerys has a very sudden shift in attitude and is back to his sly remarks. A part of you feels sick as if the last couple days had just been a ruse to not have to force you to bed him and he was just like all men. Even when he comes back to bed you he is certainly not as nice as the first time.

“Jaacerys must be rather upset these days.” your brother aemond says over tea one morning “However, would you know that?” “Baela has been betrothed to one of arryns.” Now it has made sense to you and you find yourself seething with anger.

When he comes to join the two of you for tea you quickly make some excuse and rush away ignoring jacaerys confused look as he looks after you. The next couple days follow a similar routine. He is up before you and you pretend to oversleep so you miss breakfast with him, you busy yourself with other activities and avoid even being in the same room as him and when he tried to see you before bed you were already pretending to sleep. After the third day of this you hear him sigh as he sees you in bed already.

That next morning you expect things to go a similar way as the last couple had but were shocked to see jacaerys there instead of aemond who you were supposed to have tea with. “Jacaerys.” “Sit” “I'm supposed to be meeting with aemond-” “And you're meeting with me instead. Sit.” You begrudgingly sit and speak no words as he pours you a cup and you wordlessly take a sip. “You have nothing to say?” “Should i?”

He rolls his eyes, “we have not spoken in many a moon.” “I have been busy.” He scoffs, “busy with what?” You grow angry at his tone, “I apologize my prince but just because some of us aren't crowned princes that does not mean the things we spend our days doing are unimportant.” His face immediately drops as he rubs his hands over his face, “I am sorry, my lady, I didn't mean it like that.” You say nothing just look off to the side “I have just missed you.”

You laugh and his face grows angry once more, “what's that?” “Are you sure it's me you miss?” “Whatever does that mean.” You continue to laugh, “surely it must be your dear baela you miss not i. I heard she is to be married off.” His face turns confused, “what does baela have anything to do with this?”

“She is the reason you are upset, no? Why have you been upset?” He sighs and puts his head in his head. “No, I mean yes but no.” “What does that mean?” “I am not upset that she is betrothed.” You keep silent as he continues, “i thought we were meant to be ever since i was a young kid and i do admit that i was more than angry when i had been informed i would be marrying you and even angrier when we continued to argue but after a while i realized that i had enjoyed your company more and more, especially after our wedding.” A light blush dusts his face, “and when i heard the news of baelas betrothal i had expected myself to be filled with rage but i felt nothing. And that terrified me. The only thing I could think about was you.”

“I avoided being short tempered and nasty with you so I apologize but these couple days without speaking to you have been tortuous. I have come to realize I need you.” You are frozen as a warm feeling fills you, you can tell by the look on his face he means every word. “I love you jacaerys.” “And I love you my beloved.”

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amsterdam ; jacaerys velaryon. (m)

track two of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; jacaerys velaryon x arryn!f!reader

synopsis ; prince jacaerys velaryon traveled to the eyrie to secure aid for his mother's cause. he didn't at all expect to fall in love an arryn while he was there.

words ; 4.7k

themes ; fluff, smut (minors dni!), fantasy

warnings / includes ; unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), jace is very much infatuated with you (expect lots of praise !!), reader is the only child of jeyne arryn of the vale, mentions of daemon and rhaenyra, in this fic jace is over eighteen when he goes to the eyrie !! cursing, mentions of death, vermax is grumpy bcs he has to sit outside in the cold someone save him

main masterlist.

The Eyrie stood tall and proud on the very top of rocky mountains—so high that white wisps of clouds could be seen far below where the castle was situated. Jacaerys unmounted his dragon, placing a reassuring hand on the large, olive-green scales of his snout.

“Kesan sagon arlī. Umbagon,” he murmured to Vermax, who huffed out a plume of warm smoke and settled back on his haunches, clearly unhappy with the prospect of waiting around in the cold. I will be back. Stay.

Blowing out a nervous exhale, Jace squared his shoulders and turned on his heel, making his way into the white-stone castle.

Blue-cloaked guards stood in his way of the wooden entrance, faces stony and hands resting on the hilts of their swords, at the ready.

“I am Jacaerys Velaryon, son of the rightful Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen. I’ve come to urgently speak to Lady Jeyne Arryn to secure aid for my mother’s cause.” His voice rang clear and true, confident despite his inner turmoil.

The guards glanced at each other, before stepping aside, letting him walk through.

“This way, my Prince,” one of them said, guiding him through winding corridors and eventually, down a long hall. The blue-veined, marble walls shone with polish—so much so that Jacaerys could see his own warped reflection looking back at him.

And at the end of the hall, laid two thrones of weirwood—nothing compared to the hunkering mass that was the iron throne, but still grand nonetheless. Seated on one was the Lady of the Eyrie, Jeyne Arryn, with a head of dark locks like his, and soft features that contrasted starkly with the scowl pulling at her lips.

The lady was facing her side, where she was speaking in hushed whispers to her only daughter—Y/N Arryn, the infamous Jewel of the Eyrie.

Jace could feel his heart stumble upon itself when he laid his eyes on you. Suddenly, your name made sense. Sure, he had heard tales of your regaling beauty and your kind nature, but words alone were not enough to fully encapsulate just how breathtaking you really were.

The sunlight streaming through the tall, arched windows bathed you in a warm glow, casting long, sloping shadows over your skin. Draped over your form was a dress of cerulean hue, cascading down your hips as if it were water. Jace considered himself a gentleman—he had to take care not to let his eyes wander to the low-hanging cut of your neckline, where the very beginnings of your cleavage were exposed, and a glinting pearl necklace hung just above your clavicle. Your hair was cut rather short, nearly as short as his, but framed your face just perfectly. Your lips were moving hurriedly as you spoke to your mother, eyes alight with a certain fire, but Jace couldn’t quite catch what you were saying. The stories not only told of your enchanting beauty, but of your strongly overprotective mother, who always turned away any and all suitors for you. And proposals were never short, from what he heard. Jacaerys felt a strange flame of jealousy brew within his stomach.

“Apologies for the interruption, my lady,” announced the guard. “Jacaerys Velaryon, here to speak with you.”

Upon the abrupt announcement, you promptly clamped your mouth shut, looking over to Jace with a scrutinizing, yet curious gaze, meeting the Prince’s own intrigued eyes.

His throat was suddenly dry. It took everything within him to tear his attention away from you, and look towards your mother.

“My lady,” greeted Jacaerys, fists clenching and unclenching behind his back. “I’ve come on behalf of my mother, the Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen. She kindly asks you to remember that she is part Arryn herself, as you are half-siblings with the late Queen Aemma, and hopes you will support your cousin’s claim to the throne.”

Recognition sparked within the Lady’s eyes, remembering her half-sister, Aemma. From beside her, you subconsciously straightened yourself as he spoke, lips parting out of interest. This was Prince Jacaerys himself—heir to the throne. Jace gradually shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling your gaze practically burn holes straight through him. You couldn’t help but notice that he was quite the handsome young man, with a head of thick, dark hair, and hard-set, determined eyes. He spoke evenly and calmly, voice soaked with honey and smoked cedar and ocean salt. The Prince looked to be around the same age as you, give or take a few moons. And as Jacaerys had heard much about you, you knew just as much about him—and now that you were seeing him in person… the stories seemed to prove themself true. He didn’t look one bit Targaryen or Valeryon, but rather resembled the bold, physical characteristics of a Strong.

Either way, bastard or not, Jacaerys Velaryon intrigued you.

The argument you’d just had with your mother about traveling to King’s Landing and seeing the world for yourself was still fresh on your mind, and seeing Jace right here in front of you felt like much more than a coincidence.

“Yes,” your mother said, standing up from the throne to step closer to the Prince. “I do remember the rather twisted history of our families. In fact, I seem to recall your great-uncle Daemon was married to Rhea Royce until her… untimely death.”

The Lady of the Eyrie was plainly hinting at the fact that his stepfather murdered his first wife. Jace steeled himself by blowing out a small breath.

“It was truly unfortunate,” said Jace diplomatically.

The woman narrowed her eyes, eerily similar to your expression. “Despite my contempt for your great-uncle, it would be hypocritical of me to say Targaryen men are the root of the problem. Mine own kin have sought to replace me as Ruler of the Vale thrice by now. My cousin, Ser Arnold, oft claims women are too soft to rule. He is currently in one of my sky cells, if you would like to see.”

Jacaerys shifted uncomfortably. He’d heard little of the sky cells—only that the room bore three walls instead of four, leaving an open gap for anybody to plummet to their grueling death. And knowing how high up the castles were built, there would be no chance for survival. The grounds were sloped and it was not uncommon for prisoners to roll off the edge during their sleep.

“Mother,” you spoke for the first time, making his head snap to you. You watched him sympathetically, an apologetic glint to your eyes, voice smoothly soft but tone firm. “I am sure the Prince has much more important matters to attend to than my bumbling fool of an uncle.”

Jeyne nodded at your words. “Yes… of course. We’ll help you fight your war, Prince Jacaerys. Send word to your mother that we support her cause and will supply her with as many soldiers as she needs—in this world of men, we women must band together.”

Relief flooded through Jace’s veins. Momentarily, he caught your eye and dipped his head in gratitude.

“On one condition,” said the Lady of the Eyrie, holding up a hand. “We will send you support if and only if you swear to protect the Vale from the Greens with dragonriders.”

Irrational hope flared within Jacaerys’ chest—the thought of being able to spend more time in the Vale just to see you a bit more made him rather excited. Though, knowing his mother, he would most likely be stuck by her side as heir to the throne than up North protecting the Vale.

“That can be arranged,” agreed Jacaerys. “We swear to protect the Vale and the people within it.”

“Then our deal is done,” said your mother, before lowering herself slightly, as an act of bending the knee to the Prince. You followed suit, meeting his gaze once again, this time with a subtle, radiant smile cinching the corners of your eyes. The guards flanking the hall were the last to mirror your actions, all bending the knee to the heir of the iron throne.

Jacaerys was making his way out of the hall, surprised when you bid your mother adieu and rushed after the Prince, much to her overprotective dismay, offering to walk with him to his dragon. You waved the guards away, but they still hovered over the pair of you with uncertain expressions.

“It’s just a brief walk,” you reasoned. “I’ll be fine.”

Relenting, the guards backed off and left you alone with the Prince.

“Come along, my Prince, I can show you the way out,” you gently laid your hand on his forearm, tugging him with you further down the hall. The young man could feel his heart slamming against his chest, a thundering pulse in his ears nearly deafening him.

Now that you were so much closer to him—mere inches—Jace could see finer details about you, and impossibly, you somehow became all the more beautiful. The blue fabric of your dress grazed his more coarse tunic.

“There is much I have heard of you, my Prince,” you began, a kind smile illuminating your features. “I must say, I admire your Queen mother greatly.”

“Jace,” he softly said.

You blinked at him. “Pardon?”

Tripping over his words, Jace quickly backtracked, “I, uh, you don’t have to call me your Prince. Jace is just fine.” A bit more hesitantly, he tacked on, “I’m not quite used to the title just yet. It feels strange.”

A part of him was worried you’d be appalled at the impropriety of calling him by a nickname, but you merely grinned, all wide and sweet.

“Alright then, Jace. Have you anywhere urgent to be? The hour is growing late—perhaps you can stay for supper. You cannot possibly run more errands on an empty stomach.”

You leaned closer and he caught a whiff of saccharine fruits and jasmine oil wafting from your hair, a smell that he yearned to drown himself into. It also didn’t slip past his notice that your chest was pressed up against his bicep. Good heavens, Jacaerys needed to get a grip of himself.

Ever the responsible son, Jacaerys knew he had to be on his way to the Three Sisters, a small cluster of islands up North, to gain their support for his mother, as well. But he was ahead of schedule, and he deserved something of a rest after hours on dragonback. After all, he’d packed little else than fruit and bread and dried meat rations—the idea of a warm meal was more than appealing.

Perhaps those were all just excuses. The true reason he wanted to stay was because he wanted to spend more time with you.

“Wouldn’t your mother mind?” he asked, a little apprehensive, not wanting to get in between you and the overprotective Lady of the Eyrie. She already had a distaste for Targaryen men, thanks to his stepfather Daemon, and he wasn’t too keen on being added to the roster.

Expression faltering just a smidge, you shook your head. “No, she’s so very busy running the Vale—warding off her cousins who are fighting for their claim to inherit the Eyrie. It’s a whole lot of political nonsense, if you ask me.”

Hesitantly convinced, Jace allowed himself to smile in hopes of seeing your own once more. “If you insist, my lady. Supper sounds wonderful.”

To his delight, you beamed, and led him to a winding marble staircase, flourished with blue carpets that matched your dress. “Great! The morning hall is right up here—it’s rather quiet around this time, since it’s a bit early for supper.”

“Perfect,” mumbled Jace, the idea of being alone with you setting his cheeks aflame.

Once in the hall, you kindly requested one of the servants to fetch a bowl of lamb stew and some cider for the Prince, gesturing for him to sit on one of the narrow, long tables that stretched nearly the entire length of the room.

You engaged Jace in amicable chatter, which he seldom got to do with anybody that wasn’t his family—everyone either hated him because of his uncanny resemblance to Harwin Strong, or they were intimidated by his status as heir to the throne. It was refreshing, and frankly, made Jacaerys a little envious of those without the burden of responsibility on their shoulders.

The stew arrived not too shortly after, along with a silver chalice full of spiced apple cider that burned his tongue in all the right ways. You sipped on your own cup, nearly choking with laughter when he began recounting a story about his younger brother, Lucerys, nearly falling off his dragon during his first ride. Jace thought you had the most mellifluous laugh, practically music to his ears. He itched to hear the sweet sound over and over again.

“I wish I had siblings sometimes,” you wistfully said, placing your chalice down on the table and resting your face on your palm, propped up by your elbow. “It gets awfully lonely here. My mother, I love her, I do, but she never really lets me go out of the Vale. The only times were when I was a small child, and even then I was accompanied by half a dozen guards.”

Jace hummed sympathetically, spooning more of the peppery stew in his mouth. “So it’s true, then? Your mother constantly rejecting all the suitors and proposals lined up on your doorstep?”

“Yeah,” you fixed him with a warm smile. “Though, I suppose it’s not that much of a loss. Most of the men asking for my hand were more than twice my age and always looked upon me in a… lewd manner. It’s no wonder my mother turned all of them down.”

Without thinking, Jace blurted out, “You deserve to wed someone you love. A man who loves you doubly so.”

You fell silent, regarding him curiously. Maybe Jace didn’t know any better, but you appeared to be flustered. Clearing your throat, you said, “Thank you, my pr—Jace. Besides, the proposals aren’t really what bother me. It’s the fact that I stand to inherit the Eyrie and I have yet to explore the rest of the world. I’m afraid that once I am Lady of the Vale, I won't have any time for myself.”

“I have a dragon,” said Jace, in a half-joking, half-serious manner. “I can take you flying around Westeros one day, when the war is over.”

“You mean it?” you whispered, a genuine glimmer of excitement laced behind your words. Jace nodded, his heart leaping into his throat with the motion. “That would mean the world to me, it really would.”

The two of you fell into another comfortable silence. You downed the rest of your cider and he mopped up the remaining bits of his stew with a steaming loaf of bread.

“I have yet to find a suitor to my liking,” you said, pursing your lips hesitantly. Jace gestured for you to keep talking, drinking some of the cider to wash down his meal. “And I’ve heard you’re betrothed now, yes?”

At the mention of his betrothal to his cousin Baela, Jacaerys stiffened.

He leaned forward. “Can I be completely honest with you? And you must promise not to say a word of this to anyone.”

You nodded, eyes wide.

“I do not wish to marry Baela,” he whispered, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening. Your lips parted, as if you wanted to say something, but you kept quiet, allowing for him to continue. “The romantic love I harbor for her is scant—she is more of my sister than anything. I cannot see myself ever… consummating our marriage.” Heat seeped into his cheeks, and a part of him instantly regretted admitting that to you.

“Perhaps you need not marry her, then,” you responded without a second’s pause, before freezing at your words, as if they had slipped from your mouth out of your own volition. “I’m terribly sorry, my Prince, I shouldn’t have…”

Whatever you were beginning to say died on your tongue when Jace moved his hand across the table to settle gently on top of yours.

The atmosphere between the two of you seemed to shift.

Jace studied your features with a keen eye, noticing the bright glint to your molten irises, the gentle curvature of your nose, the small birthmark on the left side of your jaw. And, not at all discreetly, his gaze fell to your lips, where your teeth were worrying into the supple flesh. His own expression melded into one of raw longing—nearing desperation, even.

And you could see it all on his face, plain and clear. Jacaerys Velaryon was enraptured by you.

It was not at all like how the suitors asked for your hand—they looked upon you like a direwolf would a slab of meat, as if you were merely an object for their carnal desires, as if you were to warm their bed and nothing else.

Jacaerys, however, looked upon you like you had scattered the very stars in the sky with your bare hands. And you had no doubt you mirrored his yearning countenance.

“Come with me,” you whispered, standing up and lacing your fingers with his, tugging him away from the table, and out of the morning hall.

With a dazed look on his face, Jace followed along, allowing you to pull him towards more stairs. Up, up, and further up, the two of you went.

Until he stood in front of a large oaken door, your free hand pushing it open and the other ushering him inside the spacious room. The waning, clementine light of the setting sun shone through the diamond-shaped windows, framed by blue velvet curtains, bathing you in a regal, aureate luminescence as you softly shut the door behind you and leaned against the wood, fixing him with a burning stare. Your lips were parted, and your chest was rising and falling in a tantalizing manner.

The cold realization that he was in your chambers suddenly dawned upon him. Seven hells, this was… beyond improper. Reality slapped Jacaerys out of his lustful stupor, and he struggled to formulate a coherent sentence.

“My lady,” he began, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “This is… we shouldn’t—”

His words dwindled away when you reached behind yourself and began undoing the laces of your dress. Despite his protests, Jace made no move to leave. He could feel his breeches growing uncomfortably tight. It felt like there was not enough air in the room for him to breathe.

“I… I should probably get going, Vermax—my dragon loathes the cold, you see…” he tried once more, to no avail.

The blue material fell from your shoulders, cascading down your body and pooled onto the ground in one seamless motion, leaving only a thin pale shift between him and your naked body. He fell deathly silent.

You were the most beautiful person Jacaerys had ever laid his eyes on. No woman, no man, nobody in all of Westeros, could ever compare to the likes of you.

Throwing all caution to the wind, the Prince surged forward in two large strides, sealing the distance between you. One of his hands carefully cradled your face as if you were hewn from porcelain, and the other clutched your waist, thumb grazing over the sides of your ribs, dangerously close to your breasts.

And his lips met yours in a heated frenzy, your noses bumping against one another amidst your vigor.

“Should you wish to stop, just say the word, my lady,” he murmured against you, tugging you away from the door and walking you backwards to the large bed.

Your knees buckled against the mattress and you fell back, eyes darkened with wanton need. Your fingers began hurriedly undoing the buttons at the top of his tunic. “Don’t stop, please,” you breathed out just as he began languidly kissing you once again. “Don’t you dare stop.”

A newfound confidence fueled his movements with your affirmation, and he rid himself of his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him, along with his straining breeches and undergarments. You let your eyes roam over his toned chest, lids half-hooded.

“You’re so beautiful,” you told him, following suit and shirking your thin shift off, leaving you completely nude in front of the Prince, save for the opalescent pearls hanging around your neck.

His breath hitched at your praise. “I was just about to say the same thing,” he muttered hotly against your flushed skin, trailing kisses down your jaw, roaming over the slope of your neck, your shoulders, your chest. “Beautiful,” he said, echoing himself with every kiss. You fisted the sheets beneath you, desperate for him to touch you where it ached the most.

A wave of arousal danced over you when he came face to face with your breasts, his tongue slipping out to drag along one of your pebbled nipples, his hand lifting to tweak the other between his fingers. His lips enveloped one of the pert buds, and he glanced up to see you with your head thrown back, a sigh of pleasure falling from your throat.

“Jacaerys, please…” you moaned, breathing stilted.

Eager to please, Jace pulled away from your breast, trailing wet kisses down your stomach, along your hips, and to the insides of your thighs. His hands held your legs apart, which trembled with anticipation and need.

His cock twitched against the bed upon seeing your slickened cunt, soaked with your essence.

“All this for me?” he hummed, laving his tongue mere inches away from where you needed him most.

“All for you,” you said, a low groan tumbling from your lungs when he finally surged forward and buried his face into your cunt, licking into your warm hole, the crook of his nose pressing repeatedly into your spasming clit.

Embarrassed by your volume, you slapped your hands over your mouth, muffling your breathless whines.

Obviously not pleased with this, Jacaerys looked up at you with a stern look, halting his ministrations. “Let me hear you, my lady. I want to hear you.”

Hands quaking, you let them fall away from your lips, clenching into fists by your sides. Jacaerys smiled at you, the lower half of his face gleaming with your arousal. Then, he lowered himself back down and abruptly attached his lips to your sensitive clit, making your hips jolt upwards with the sudden rush of pleasure.

“Jace!” you wailed, grinding your cunt against his mouth. He hummed in approval, clearly getting off on your own pleasure. Two of his fingers circled your entrance, and he slowly pushed them into you, cracking one of his eyes open to observe your breathless, writhing figure.

He continued his ministrations, fucking you with his fingers and sucking relentlessly on your clit until you seized up beneath him, a litany of pleas falling from your kiss-swollen lips.

“That’s it, cum for me. My good girl,” he praised, moaning into your cunt as you did what you were told, grinding against his face as you came down from your high, until you began to flinch away with overstimulation. Jace wished to have you ride his face, use him as the dragon he was, be completely at your mercy… but he was desperate to feel your cunt around him.

Jacaerys made his way back up your body, kissing you once more. You could taste yourself on him, which made you dizzy with delight.

“I need you, Jace,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs over his waist, your hot, soaked pussy pressed against his abdomen. “I need you inside me.”

“As you wish, my lady,” he whispered with one final kiss, ever the gentleman. “Tell me if it’s too much. I wish not to hurt you.”

Lining himself with your still-sensitive entrance, he began to slowly ease his way in, keenly watching your expression to make sure he wasn’t paining you in any way.

“So good,” you mumbled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Feels so good, Jace.”

“Beautiful girl,” the Prince groaned once he bottomed out inside your warmth, eyes rolling into the back of his head from the overwhelming sensation of your sopping cunt fluttering around his cock.

He started off gentle, slowly rocking into you, eyes darting between your blissful features, and your breasts bouncing with every thrust.

You began to move in tandem with him, wanton moans echoing throughout your chambers when he reached down to rub slow circles on your clit.

The slapping of his skin on yours made a flustered expression burrow itself permanently on his face, dusting his skin with faint rouge. You felt so fucking good, nearly too good to be true, and Jacaerys wouldn’t at all be surprised if he woke up and you turned out to be a dream.

Your name tumbled from his lips in rapid repetition as he could feel his orgasm approaching, rhythm faltering when you clenched viciously around him. He met your eyes, leaning down to kiss you sweet and slow. “Can you cum for me again, sweet girl?” he murmured, a satisfied growl thundering in the back of his throat.

Shivering, one of your hands raked down his back desperately, on the very precipice of your climax. You came with a shout of his name, stars blotting out your vision, clenching so tightly around him that Jace had a hard time moving, which had him moaning a breathy string of curses.

He showered you with more praises, thrusting into you once, twice, three more times, before his voice tapered off into a groan, hurriedly pulling out of your throbbing cunt to cum all over your stomach, both your chests glistening with sweat.

Panting, Jacaerys collapsed onto the bed beside you, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your temple. “My beautiful, sweet girl,” he murmured, making your heart swell with pride and adoration.

You turned to slot your lips just beside his nose bridge, rubbing your thighs together contentedly. “My handsome, gentle Prince,” you responded, voice hoarse and exhaust weighing down your eyelids.

“You did so well for me. You can sleep now, my lady.” he reassured, expression softening as he pushed a stray strand of your hair away from your face. “I’ll clean you up.”

You could only tiredly smile at him, allowing your eyes to fully slip shut, chest rising and falling evenly as slumber took over your form. Jace could only watch fondly, pressing one last kiss to your temple, before making his way off the bed.

The next morning rolled by far too soon. The sun glared through your windows, straight into your eyes, and you tried waving it away with a huff of annoyance, to no avail. Finally, you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the back of your hand. Once you came to, you noticed that you were neatly tucked into the center of your expansive bed, and you lifted the thick blue blanket to look down, mildly surprised to find any and all stickiness between your thighs and on your stomach was gone.

Did you dream of what transpired last night? Was Prince Jacaerys only but a figment of your hyperactive imagination?

Feeling a bit dejected, you fell back against your feather-stuffed pillows, rolling onto your side. It couldn’t have been a dream, though—it certainly felt real. Heat spidered across your skin at the lewd memories of the night before.

Your suspicion was only confirmed when you caught sight of a small, folded piece of paper on your bedside table. With nimble fingers, you plucked it off the surface and unfurled the sheet, a small smile dancing at the corner of your mouth. You found it endearing that Jacaerys’ handwriting was a nearly illegible, messy scrawl of ink across the parchment.

My dearest lady, As much as it pains me to leave you, I have urgent matters to attend to for my mother. I will be heading North to the Three Sisters in hopes of gaining their favor. I will never forget this night with you, nor will I forget my promise to take you flying across Westeros after the war ends. You are, without a doubt, the most wonderful thing to have happened to me. I still wonder if I am dreaming, because a beauty such as yours cannot possibly exist. I will come back for you, sweet girl. I swear it by the Seven. Yours, Jace

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jacesbeloved · 2 years

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unexpected visit

request: “Hi! Can I request a jacaerys x stark!reader friends to lovers where jace calls her princess but they are not either married or bethroed. Like fluffy teasing that he wished it was true.”

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x stark!reader

warnings/notes: canon divergent (rhaenyra has already been ruling for a year and there’s no war yay!), fem!reader, childhood friends, jace being a playful, ambiguous little shit (endearingly)

The great hall of Winterfell held the same cheerfulness that it had always had. Various households share their own cups and feasts with one another.

You, the daughter of the king, had enjoyed yourself long enough to excuse yourself to accommodate the cooks that have been cooking dishes since early morrow.

Always known as the nicest out of the king's children, to you, it was just basic decency. The cooks sighed softly at the sight of you once more, scolding you to head back to the halls.

Your presence remained in the gigantic kitchen for as long as you could stay there without being intrigued by the loud chatter and rushing outside. The cooks looked at you with the same amount of confusion before you all ran to the doorway, trying to see what was happening.

"My lady," one of the cooks, cautiously held her hand out to stop you from going out, peeking in first to see if it was safe. "A dragon has arrived outside!"

The both of you turned to each other with confusion, "A dragon? What would the queen need with the North?" You think to yourself.

If there was a dragon, then it meant there was royalty inside of Winterfell. And so you nod at the cook before going back to the great hall.

When you got back, there were already chit-chatters going around the hall, with your family nowhere to be found. You sigh to yourself before running to the courtyard. Your direwolf, Aura, following fast.

"Has there been any news on who came?" You asked a random guard.

"It is said to be one of Queen Rhaenyra's sons, my lady." The guard replies, and you feel something bloom in your chest.

There was already a crowd when you got to the courtyard; the people that saw you were yelling at the others to part ways for you. They glanced at you first before moving away as you tried to catch a glimpse of who it was.

Your father's familiar fur coat suddenly comes into view, and finally you're in the front, the majestic dragon in front of you as the chattering slowly silences, Aura beside you.

You slide your eyes over the dragon and to the figure beside it.

It was him: tall, with brown hair and a firm demeanor. And while your eyes had just landed on him, he already had his on you.

"Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Queen Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne!" The guard announces, and the surrounding crowd nods in respect.

"Prince Jacaerys! What an unexpected visit. Is the queen well?" Your father greets hospitably, walking forward to the prince.

Jacaerys nods at him, smiling warmly, before he hands an envelope to the older man. He rubbed the thick leather gloves he wore together as he grew chilly.

"My brother, Lucerys, is getting married. Our mother hopes for the presence of you and your family there, and as her eldest, I was tasked with delivering the message." Your father nods as he reads the contents of the invitation.

While your father reads the contents, Jace looks around. Your hands were anxious as you had last seen him years and years ago. Not a single letter between the two of you.

His gaze returned to your figure; slightly taller than he remembered, your hair was longer, darker, and braided into a beautiful crown that met behind your head. The two of you lock eyes with one another, feeling your breath get caught in your throat at the sudden tension.

He cocks his head subtly to the side and smiles discreetly. "Aura's grown." He thinks to himself, seeing the majestic wolf beside you.

The prince's attention gets drawn back to your father's loud chuckle, and you finally get to breath again. You thought to yourself that he'd be leaving now since he'd already delivered the message, so you didn't bother hoping for him to stay, to spend time with you, his long-time friend.

"It is an honor, my prince!" Your father states before he gestures at the guards. "Bring your dragon to the gates, it would be warmer there and it could stay there for the time being." Jacaerys' forehead creases.

"Unless you have plans back in Westeros? Prince Jacaerys, we're also celebrating. You're free to spend the night with us and come back tomorrow! We'll have a chamber ready for you!" The old man looks beside him to gesture at the servants who scurry quickly to ready the chambers.

Jace chuckles lightly at this, patting the dragon beside him. You can clearly see the way he was deciding in his head while your father waited for his word.

The prince glances at you, his eyebrows arching before a small smile paints itself on his lips. "It would be my pleasure."

Your father claps. "Very well then! Y/N, show the prince to the gates, then bring him back to the great hall." You stare at your father in surprise, your mouth suddenly dry as you fail to say a response before he bows at the prince and heads back to the hall.

You tried to reach back to your father, but he had already gone back. Now it was just you, your wolf, the dragon, and Jace.

The two of you stare in silence, looking around as you both wait for the first word. Jace let out a chilly breath, nestling his hands in his thick coat as he also felt Vermax shiver.

"Well, does my princess want to stay in the snow a few minutes longer?" Jace says sassily.

You narrow your eyes at him before muttering, "Follow me." silently. Aura and Jace with Vermax follow your steps. Jace ruffles the wolf's head with a slight grin, happy that the direwolf still remembers him.

"Anywhere here is fine." You gesture at the warm roofed space, and Jace nods at you before letting his dragon stay in it.

"Thank you, my princess."

"I told you to stop calling me that. I'm not a princess, more so, your princess." You respond quickly. "Well, to me, you are." He replies in an ambiguous manner, making your eyebrows furrow.

A slight smirk grows on Jace's face as he turns back at you, seeing the glare you had. "And I missed my princess. How long has it been, 10, 12, years?" Jace ponders as he follows you out of the space and back to the great hall.

"You say you missed me, but not a letter nor message has been received from you in those 13 years. Not a visit." You laugh sarcastically.

Jace had his eyes glued on you each passing second, watching the way your eyes held an ounce of fury as you remembered the way you two basically cut each other off 13 years ago.

"Did you miss me? You could have just told me that, you know." He teases, ignoring your whole statement.

You snap your head towards him, a look of disbelief evident on your face at his insinuation. "I most certainly did not miss the prince's irritating and narcissistic presence."

Jace holds his chest, acting like his heart has just been cracked by your words. You roll your eyes at his actions before continuing on walking.

"You wouldn't be this grumpy if you hadn't missed me, princess." He states this in a matter-of-fact tone, smiling smugly at you from behind.

You ignore him, nodding at the guard who welcomed the both of you back into the great hall. As they approach you, the crowd greets you two once more.

"Extend my wishes to your brother. I hope he loves his betrothed as much as you do."

Before you even get to walk away from the prince, he follows you quickly. His arm gently wraps around your back as he joins you, your eyes staring at him in confusion.

"I am as much of a single man as you are a single woman," he whispers close to your ear, pausing to look at the confusion on your face. "I am yet to be betrothed, Y/N. Though I could be..." The prince drags off by the end. He stares at your eyes, mesmerized by your brown eyes just like he always used to be.

You two have gone way back. You both know that. You two walked the thin line between friends and lovers. Too coward to directly ask each other out, at the same time too discontented with the mere title as "friends."

It has been years since you acknowledged that. And you missed him, too. You also acknowledged that—though you refused to admit it. But the thought that he is yet to be wed, yet to be betrothed, the anger you once felt when you thought he had not invited you to his wedding, now disappears. That mere thought gave you some hope that maybe the two of you could cross that line.

"Is that a proposal, Prince Jacaerys?" You inquire, playful teasing evident in your tone. Although it had been a farfetched idea for you, there was still something inside of you that hoped his response would be different from what you were expecting.

You see Jace smile at your question, jerking his head to the side, making you snap your head to where the two of you were. He walked the two of you to the open space, a space for dancing.

You looked at him in a death glare as you mimicked the steps of the other guests around you. Jace, enjoying the situation he put you two in, puts his arm around your waist before moving around you, well-aware of the traditions and dances of House Stark after spending his earlier years with you back in Westeros.

"You are free to interpret it however you like, my princess." Jace says, his voice smooth as he purrs the last two words.

"I am not a princess, Jacaerys." You aggressively pull him by the collar of his thick coat, modifying the dance move a bit as a way to emphasize your point. He smiles at you warmly, holding you between his arms in the next move.

"You could be," he eyes you with a hint of mischief and persuasion on his face. "Depends if you're willing to wed a particular prince, or the prince, perhaps."

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fairysluna · 3 months

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MASTERLIST | Jacaerys Velaryon.

Nothing yet.

I GET DRUNK ON JEALOUSY. (w/Cregan Stark) (smut)

Modern!AU — After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.

Dark!Jace and his twin. (smut)

Best friends with benefits w/ modern!Jace. (smut)

Eating you out for the first time. (smut)

Threesome with Cregan (smut)

#jacaerys velaryon masterlist #masterlist #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys velaryon smut #jacaerys velaryon angst #jacaerys velaryon fluff #jacaerys velaryon x y/n #jacaerys velaryon x reader #hotd #house of the dragon

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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So good to me, so right (Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Jace Velaryon x Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: He met you by coincidence and for some reason, he can’t seem to let you go.

Warning: Nothing really, well it’s cringy and it doesn’t make any sense, I wrote this by being sick and drugged with the whole bunch of medicine I have to take

A/N: So here’s the second fic of my little project, it’s kinda a re-told of the little mermaid? kinda, I really don’t know what I wrote :D

The day was grey, the clouds were angry and the wind was screaming for blood but down into the darker waters, the ocean was singing in harmony within the ongoing storm and show. You could hear the song so clearly and perfectly, an inviting tune that lured you into join in.

You were swimming closer to the shore, closer to what Dragonstone was supposed to be located, perfectly knowing that in any moment, any fool would succumb into the arms of very sweet and lovingly death. You were waiting patiently as you could feel it, see it and smell it down on your bare bones. The blinding light erupted from the sky, another thunder, another sign. It was almost time for a delicious meal.

Your eyes tried to adjust at what was happening on the sky above. Different colors were dancing, trying to lead the continuous steps. Red and oranges tones across the grey canvas. Loud screams of monstruous beast, the smell of smoke.

At first it terrified you, as you were one of the youngest of your species and being that meant you needed to prove to your tribe you could contribute into hunting and feed them as well. So you force yourself to come up and finally choose what a great meal was about to happened.

Silence followed the thunder. Silence brought smoke and pieces falling freely to the ocean. The ocean was the only thing that heard their screams, the ocean was the only thing that received them with joy.

You closed your eyes, slowly disappearing into the waters, finally accepting the ocean’s call for a meal. Your sirens instincts took over you, taking you into the depths where no human could ever follow. You began searching for a source of food, pieces of things that you didn’t know were floating underwater, that’s when you sense it.

Blood.

Few corpses were floating while others were already falling into the darkest depth. A smile formed on your face and you began swimming your way to your objective. You stopped quickly when you saw the creature. It was bigger than you, and the scales on its body told you that it didn’t belong to the ocean. A huge stick was pocking through its chest. You knew it was in pain and a part inside your mind told you that it wouldn’t be fair to attack it.

That’s when you saw him. He was next to the thing, another stick was pocking on his chest as well as the beast, you saw him began to fall into the depths. You hesitated for a second, yes; you were really hungry and wanted to eat him but still, there was something inside you that didn’t let you. You made up your mind quickly and as fast as you could, you swim to him, hugging him below where the stick was poking and took him to the lonely island you knew he could be safe. You did the same thing with the beast that was closer to the human.

Whitin the passing seconds, you noticed he was not waking up, even though you already made sure the water was completely out of his body, same with the beast but both of them weren’t opening their eyes. You focus on the stick, it was still on them, you were afraid of taking it off, thinking something bad could happened to them.

You knew there was something deeper in the ocean, far beyond the darkness that could help them, but it was a trip even you didn’t dare to make.

The human moaned in pain, and your eyes quickly went back to him. You saw him move a bit before staying still again, so you decided that perhaps, the trip wouldn’t be a bad idea. It wouldn’t take more than two moon passings to complete it.

You sighed knowing what you were about to do, you dragged yourself closer to the human, your tail collecting sand along the way. Your hand moved a few strands of brown hair from his face, your fingers playing with them for a few seconds before finally moving his face -not- carefully, you opened his eyes. Brown. You opened his mouth, the teeth were weird, not pointy enough to eat, you wondered what he consume if he couldn’t bite meat off the bone.

He groaned again and you nodded before going back to the ocean and into the deepest depths.

The journey took a bit too long for your liking and you hoped he was still there where you left him, and hopefully alive. You found the island quickly and swam as fast as you could, a tiny bottle tucked against your ribs carefully, you didn’t saw him laying on the sand and you got worried that something attacked him at his most vulnerable state.

You reached the shore and began dragging yourself into the island. You spotted him quickly against a three still asleep, the stick still on his body. The beast behind him, completely stressed, his stand was like a predator and you made sure to not made eye contact, perfectly knowing it as it resembles closer to the ones from underneath.

You show it the tiny bottle, carefully getting closer and closer to the man, trying to show the beast that you were not a threat. The beast decided to observe you for a moment, trying to understand what your next move would be.

You manage to drag your tail closer to the human, sitting next to him as you carefully watched his features, his face was fascinating, completely different from the ones of your species. More softer. You poked his cheek and waited for his reaction. He just frowned and you smiled. Your eyes turned towards the stick, touching it softly, it was wood, easily to take off with one pull. Your hands quickly put the bottle on his legs and grabbed the stick, without much thinking, you pull it with force and it slide off from him.

He screamed in pain and it startled you for a second, but you force you to concentrate, you quickly grabbed the bottle, spreading the liquid onto his wound, you grabbed his arms as hard as you could because he was being difficult. You knew how much it hurt to have that liquid on the body but you needed him to stay still so it could work.

The beast felt the pain of his owner so it began growling at you, you were getting a bit nervous at how it began to show its teeth at you, so you did the only thing you could and hissed back. It definitely quiet it.

The human stopped fighting you and simply sighed in content as the pain was slowly subsiding. You hummed and turned your attention to the beast, watching how the stick was still on its body, your hand stretched out to grabbed it but it growled in anger, yet you didn’t let it scare you, it was in pain so you wanted to help. You leg go of the human and drag yourself towards the beast, you grabbed the stick and pull it away with force. It growled and it tried to bite you, but you manage to rest your palm against the open wound. Forcing some of the liquid into it.

You waited next to the human, the beast had already calm itself down when the liquid finally took away the last of the pain, he even curled next to you, waiting for his owner to finally wake up. It didn’t took long. The night was almost approaching when he woke up, he was confused at first, trying to recollect his thoughts about what just had happened.

His hands went quickly to his chest, trying to find the arrow but he found none, he sighed in relief, thinking it might had been a dream, but being outside, on an island, next to a creature who was putting several pieces of shells on his legs, told the contrary.

Jace quickly stood up, almost falling in the process. “What…?” His dragon woke up with the alteration from his owner, lazily stretching.

You watched him with curiosity when you heard it the sound his stomach made. He was hungry, you understood that sound, you quickly made your way back to the waters, no after pushing him into the sand and looking at him in the eye, hoping he would understand the meaning of your glare.

Jace was just confused, one moment he was flying, then someone shot him, he thought he was about to die and then he woke up next to you, a beautiful woman with a tail, no legs. A TAIL. He began pacing on the sand, trying to find any sort of coherent plan he could think of. His dragon was no help at all, opting for just sat next to the shore waiting for the girl who left moments ago. To be completely honest, Jace was thinking this was some sort of a dream.

Being trapped with your care was something he never imagine would happened to him. You were a bit rough but he suspected to the fact that you were not completely human, and the communication aspect was completely off so to spend time he decided to help you learn a few words. Jace managed to help you learn his name, he also gave you a name, he introduced you to Vermax officially and even talked about his mother.

But in reality, even if spending time with you was a break from all the responsibilities he had and even taking away his mind from the ongoing war. He needed to understand that this was just a passenger distraction. So one day he asked you to hunt for a bit because he was hungry, and you happily accepted.

You swam to the shore once again, your arms full of different kind of fishes, hoping Jace and Vermax would like your choices this time. You smiled at the thought of having another meal with your new friends but when quickly left your face as you saw the island completely empty.

“Jace?” You called out. “Vermax? Here?” Silence welcomed you once again. Your arms drop the fish on the sand, your tail barely out of the water.

Your heart felt heavy and weird, a feeling you never had experience before. A few drops began falling into your tail, your eyes went to the sky, finding it free from any cloud, there was no water falling from it.

Your fingers touched your face, feeling the water coming out of your eyes, your hands rubbed harsher against your eyes, trying to dry them out. With a grunt, you dragged yourself again towards the waters, not looking back at the pile of fishes you spend hours catching.

It pained him to leave you but he needed to do it, his return was far more important than the need and want to stay next to you. Jace rode Vermax to Dragonstone, hoping that his mother was waiting for him.

Vermax roared, breaking his thoughts, his eyes finally focusing on his home. “Finally.” He whispered. His dragon softly landed on the ground and for the first time, he felt beyond tired. He was exhausted.

With so much effort, he made his way into the castle, passing several servants who looked at him as he was a ghost. That’s when his mother spotted him.

“Jacaerys?” Rhaenyra whispered in disbelief, stopping harshly. Daemon watched carefully, his eyes searching what his wife just had saw, that’s when he saw him.

Jace turned around, at the end of the hall was his mother, completely changed, the stress was completely painted on her face, her eyes shown the mourning she has been dealing for the past few weeks. “Jacaerys?!” Rhaenyra scream, finally running towards her son.

Jace didn’t waste any time, and even if he was completely tired and sleep was trying to force its way, he run towards her. Once she reached him, she hugged him with so much force. “Oh my boy, oh my sweet boy, you are here, you are here.” Rhaenyra kissed his head repeatedly. “You are alive, you are, I knew it, I knew it.”

“Mother, please.” Jace hold her tightly. “The others are watching.” The joke he tried to make cause a small teary chuckle from his mother. “I had missed you as well.”

“Please come, come and tell me everything.” She led him towards his room. Daemon following behind them.

“A beautiful woman.” Jace said with a smile after finishing everything that happened to him. “The most beautiful woman I had ever seen, mother.” Rhaenyra smiled as she sat next to him on his bed, brushing away the hair from his face. “You would love her.”

“I already love her.” She responded. “She saved my son, she has my eternal gratitude.”

“It is impossible.” Daemon took a step forward, his face completely in disbelief. “A woman with a tail similar to the scales of a dragon.” He paused for a second. “And she came out of the ocean?”

“Daemon.” Rhaenyra stopped him. “I believe he is telling the truth.” She stared at her husband saying no more. There were somethings that the world hide beneath the eye, even an eye as experienced as the Targaryen one. “Jace has no reason to lie.”

“Not a lie.” Daemon accepted. “But perhaps a changing in ones perspective, he was injured and miraculously landed on a stranded island, loosing blood rapidly. I doubt a few aspects of his story.”

“I can show you.” Jace quickly interrupted, trying to pry away his mother’s hands from pushing him back to bed. “I can introduce her to you right now, if we leave in this moment maybe we could...”

“No.” Rhaenyra protested, quickly stopping Daemon from speaking. “What you need is rest, there is time for that another day.”

“But…”

“No, I said rest.”

But meeting you again turned out to be after a few days, a storm had made its way to Dragonstone, forcing everyone to stay put for some days, he hated that, he needed to see you again and began wondering if you would forgive him for just leaving without saying goodbye. He hoped you do.

After the storm cleared out, Jace knew he needed to move quickly. He trudge into the iron throne, startling his mother and Daemon with his brusque entrance.

“Mother, I believe it is time for you to meet her. I have waited enough and I’m already as healthy as I can be.” He said.

Rhaenyra watched him carefully. “Meet her?”

“The storm has already disperse and it’s perfect for the dragons to fly to her island.” He bowed his head, wishing that they could just say yes and begin their way to the island. “Mother, please.”

His mother sighed, knowing that there would not be anything she could say to beg him to rest for another day. She nodded, turning towards her husband. “I won’t be long.”

Daemon scoffed. “You think I will let you go on your own?”

“She won’t be on her own, I will be there.” Jace retorted. “And she is completely inoffensive.”

“You are still hurt boy.” Daemon pointed out. “You would be useless traying to defend your mother. Show us the way, we will be behind you.”

“No! I mean.” He paused. “I want her to meet mother first, I only talk about her.”

Rhaenyra smiled. “It is fine Daemon, do not worry for us, Jace it’s capable enough to take care of both of us, and we will have our dragons with us. Isn’t that right, my boy?”

Jace nodded and quickly made his way outside. He was excited to see you again and his steps showed it, they were happily and nervous at the same time. He made his way quickly towards Vermax, his mother trying to follow his steps. Convincing Daemon to stay was even harder, but Jace managed to do it in rapidly. He didn’t want to scare you away. So Jace didn’t waste any time and approached his dragon, meeting his gaze. “Ready?”

“Jace! Slow down, you have not recover completely.” His mother tried to slow him for a bit but he didn’t listen. “That boy will kill me one of these days.”

The way to the island was a quick one, a path that Jace already engraved into his memory. His heart was getting heavier and heavier the seconds he got closer to it. Vermax could feel it too, a exciting feeling to returning home. “Easy boy, we are almost there.”

Vermax descended quickly into the sand. Jace getting off quickly as well. His feet welcomed the sand and he began searching. Rhaenyra walked towards the nervous boy. Not knowing what to do. Suddenly, several pieces of rocks began hitting all of them. Jace quickly turned towards the source, a huge smile formed on his face as he saw you throwing the rocks at them.

“(Y/N)!” He happily exclaim, ignoring the pain of the hits. “Hey! Stop it! Not the enemy!”

You ignored him, now throwing pieces of sticks at him, trying to stop him to come closer to you. “No! Go! Bad Jace!”

As closer as he got the clever you got, first it was rocks, then it was sticks, then it was shells and finally sand. When neither worked to stop him you decided to just flee. You began dragging yourself using the sand.

Jace’s eyes widened and threw himself on top of you, you just punch his face. “Stop it! You are going to get hurt.” He grabbed your arms and pinned them above you. “Vermax!” His dragon hear his owner’s call and quickly walked towards the struggling duo on the sand. Jace guide your hands to his dragon, forcing your fingers to touch Vermax’s scales. You force your hands away from his and began tracing each one of them, halting your movements, now more calm than before. “See? Friends.”

“Vermax friend, you bad.” You huffed angrily. “You left, no goodbye.”

Jace’s face rested on your shoulder -still on top on you, not that you were complaining-, he sighed knowingly. “I know, but I needed to go home and show them I wasn’t dead.”

“No forgive.” You continued playing with Vermax’s scales, who happily let you, using his head to guide you where you could touch next. “You bad like others.” Jace sighed, finally turning to see his mother.

Rhaenyra was watching them fight and for a moment it reminded her that her son was actually growing up and becoming a strong man, perhaps he was starting to have some romantic interest in you. Jace motion her to come closer, mouthing a quiet ��careful’ and she complied, she made her way silently. She saw how her son whispered something to the girl next to him and both of them turned towards her, the girl watching her with curiosity on her eyes.

Jace sat down next to the girl and offered Rhaenyra his hand, a smile on his face, motioning her to not be afraid. She sat next to his son, waiting for him to introduce them.

“Mother.” He placed his palm on her chest, Rhaenyra was confused for a second. Then Jace place that hand on his own chest. “Jace.” Then on hers. “(Y/N), yes?”

The girl was visibly confused, she placed her hand on Rhaeneyra. “Jace mother?”

“Yes!” He nodded happily. “She is my mother, the one I told you about.” He turned towards his mother. “She doesn’t speak our language so we are working on her to understand it.”

“I see.” Rhaeneyra smiled at his son. The girl placed her hand on her chest.

“Jace mother?” She asked her. Rhaenerya turned towards her son in amusement.

“No! No! Jace mother is only his mother, your mother must be down.” Jace corrected her.

“Down?” She question him, a happy glint showed on her eyes. “Jace mother hungry? Me feed her!” And she began dragging herself towards the water. Jace trying to stop her but failing as she dived into the waters.

Jace sighed into his hands. “She probably will return with several fishes, perhaps even bigger ones, I am not joking mother, she will expect for you to eat everything.”

She laughed. “Do not worry, my boy.” She stood up and stood next to him. “I will happily eat whatever she brings.”

Jace bit his lips, his eyes closing, perfectly knowing that wouldn’t be possible, but he didn’t have the time to correct his mother as you made your way back to surface, your arms full of dead fishes and your mouth biting into a calamar. You spit it into the sand. “Food!”

“Oh.” Rhaeneyra watched in completely astonishment at the huge quantity of food you manage to recollect in the few minutes you went away.

Jace sighed. “Told you so.”

#jace velaryon #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys imagine #jacaerys velaryon fic #jacaerys velaryon fluff #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd imagines #little mermaid retold

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yoyokalicent · 10 months

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you know, when it's time to go.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x targ!reader

summary: you had to give up everything for him, it is what you intended to do anyway

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you did not know whether it was that the love you shared was forbidden or the thrill of what the consequences would be if you were to be caught but, every time your hand grazed jacaerys' your heart could not help but tighten. his words, touches, and kisses were softer than any love you felt from anyone within your family.

you know your mother loved you, truly. you were the only child that when she looked into their eyes she did not only see the king, and when alicent looked at you she saw herself. whether you liked it or not. after the night aemond lost his eye you saw her for what she is, a mother who would do anything to protect her kids, and most of the time she went too far.

though you knew that queen alicent under any circumstances would grant you anything you wished, she would never allow you jace. she quickly rejected rhaenyra's wish to marry you two earlier on in your childhood, it had always been her plan to marry you to aemond. it was a rumor until your grandsire brought it up before the council, and alicent came to you, alone.

"she wishes to betroth me." you told jace, mumbling into his warm chest. it was nights like these that you chose the warmth jacaerys brought you rather than the fire.

"who will get the pleasure of your hand?" you always knew jace as someone to joke, he made jokes of his birthright for as long as you knew him. deep down you knew these jests mask something much larger.

"aemond. i will not allow it jace, i will refuse no matter what they offer me."

"you know that is not an option, princess." the prince's hand rakes through your hair, a play of affection. knowing what transpired at the dinner would force their leave. it's out of his hands, so he wishes to keep you in his longer.

"you see the way my brother treats helaena, i do not wish for the same fate. do not let them do this to me, please." your words are bordering the way of begging, you cannot lose him. you cannot allow your mother to rip you away from the only person you want to be with.

"there is almost nothing i can do. i like this just as much as you do. do you think i want to see you with him? do you really think i would not do everything i can to stop you from bearing anyone's children but mine?" there he is, the prince you long for every night you're away from him. the prince who would fight everything for you, let go of every formality for you.

"there is something you could do, something your family can do." it is a lot to ask of his mother, but if he wanted you the way he swears he does, he would ask.

"which is?"

jacaerys holds his breath waiting for what you might say. it takes you a while before you move to lay atop him, looking into his eyes, "take me to dragonstone with you. make me your wife, make me your royal consort. take me away from them, do not let me marry aemond, let me marry you."

jace tightens his arms around you and looks down at you, how was he supposed to say no to the person he's always wanted? your eyes were soft, and loving in the way he always loved you, "i can ask it of my mother but, there is no saying she won't deny us."

"jace," the tears well up in your eyes, "please."

that is enough for jacaerys to remove you from his hold and dress, "where are you going?"

"to my mother's chambers."

jace is fast to dress and leave you alone with your thoughts, his approach to his mothers apartment is quick. he knows she is awake, she would never sleep on a night like this.

"jace? what are you doing away from your chambers?" she asks, fully dressed and with daemon behind her.

"i have something to ask you."

"and it is?" rhaenyra looks into her eldest eyes, knowing he has asked for little during his childhood. she knows this is something bigger than both of them.

"i have loved someone for a while, mother. someone who i am not promised to, or allowed to have." his words are worrisome, scared of his mother and if she may turn him away.

"and is it the princess y/n?"

"you know?" of course she knew, how could she not? the way he acted when they were children, and the way they looked at each other from across the dining table.

"i do, i have been in your place before." his mother walks toward him to hold his hand, "what are you here to ask?"

"can we," he pauses, looking for the words that are lost in his throat, this is not something that he should hold his tongue on, "bring her with us on our way back to dragonstone."

jacaerys can tell it isn't what his mother expected, completely thrown by her sons words.

daemon is the first to break the silence, "you want us to smuggle the princess to dragonstone?"

"i do not want to smuggle her. i want to marry her in my home, i want her to rule with me when i take the throne."

"bring the princess to me." rhaenrya says, ignoring both of the men she loves so dearly. wanting to speak directly to you.

your world stops quickly when jace enters the room again and ushers you to his mothers room, away from the eyes of the knights who are sworn to your protection.

your feet move slowly, scared that this meeting might be the reason you never see your love ever again. after a silent and anxious walk you are before rhaenyra, with a terrified look in your eyes.

she takes in your appearance, your hair is undone, eyes full of sadness, and your hand in jace's.

"i hear it is your wish to come with us, is that true?"

"yes, my dear sister. my mother wishes to marry me to aemond, and i do not plan to be in my chambers when the proposal is made final."

"so it is not of the love you hold for my son, but the resentment you hold toward your own brother?" you can tell her it is both, or you can tell her the truth. the whole of it.

"i love jacaerys, more than i could ever imagine. if i do not come with you i will be subjected to a life i do not want to lead. a life that is only a loveless marriage and being locked in this castle." rhaenyra understands fully, it was the life she had protested her entire adolescence, who is she to deny you?

"how are we to do this under the watchful eye of your mother?" a good question, how could you? you know your mother more than anyone in this room.

"my mother is terribly distracted by our fathers sickness, and the actions of aegon. if we move quickly, it can be done."

your words are confident, who knows if it can be done. your mother has eyes and guards everywhere, but you must try.

"a cloak can be worn to hide your identity, and if we leave early enough i am confident that we can get you on our ship." rhaenyra's hand grabs the one that is not occupied by jace's, "but are you willing to leave this behind? if you come with us you are expected to support our claim, and our claim only."

"i would have done that either way, sister." you're hand tightens around hers before leaving with jace to return to your chambers for the last time.

it is hard to be in your room, packing some of your clothes, some your mother had made for you, some that had memories attached to them. you know you cannot stay, you know if you do stay you will be nothing but miserable for the rest of your life. after putting some of your things in the small chest that you were gifted during your first trip to driftmark you put the tan cloak on, and look at yourself standing in the mirror. you were not the same girl you were years ago, you were a woman now. a woman that is leaving to start her own life, with the man she loves.

"its time to go, my love." you hear jace say, grabbing your chest and standing behind you in the mirror. you follow closely behind him and see the servants have just started to make their early morning rounds, you are quick to hold your cloak closely to you, not allowing your face to be shown to anyone.

there is a large ship at the end of the dock, you are so close to freedom, so close to your life with jacaerys. you see rhaenyra standing at the end of the ship looking out to king's landing.

the ship is nicer than you would have expected, the targaryen flags blow in the wind and you look up with a smile on your face once you are aboard, nothing can stop you now.

"how did you know when it was time to go?" you ask rhaenyra once you were close enough, wary about if you made the correct choice.

rhaenyra knew your leave could cause problems that would take over the realm and cause a large rift between houses, but when she looks at you she knows it would be worth it.

"you just know when it's time to go, and it seems you did."

"and what did you do when you knew, sister? where do i go from here?

she looks at you, grabbing both of your hands, she follows your line of vision and see the way you look at her son, "you just go. you continue love jacaerys the way you always have."

with a nod you go to stand with jace, lacing your arms through his. it was now, that his lips kissed your forehead that you understand what rhaenyra said. you had finally found the right thing, and in your soul you knew,

it was time to go.

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lady-ashfade · 10 months

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hi! i had a request for Jace headcannons or blurb like bf or just fluff 🤍

Have no fear

Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader.

This is very short and I hope you like it. Just something sweet to munch on. And I’d you want more please requests because he is my favorite.

Warnings: Nothing much, unless you count reader being anxious.

He could almost hear your heartbeat from your chest even through the loud music filling the room, the guest chatting and cheering amongst themselves in celebration. Your eyes glanced over everyone in the room with fear of making a mistake. He knew you were nervous and he couldn’t blame you, but all he could see was a perfect woman on his arm.

“Just keep your eyes upon me.” His hand reach down to yours and spun you carefully around to face him. His eyes so kind and the smile gave you butterflies swarming your stomach. The dance floor was where the two of you ending up at the moment with people around you.

“I know you have taken many dancing lessons, I hear you are very talented in question from what I hear.” His lips curled into a shy smirk as his hands placed themselves on your waist. “You will be their princess soon and future queen, don’t be scared of what’s to come.” You took a deep breath and tried to not get flustered as you looked into his eyes.

“Tonight is just about us, no one else matters. Let those thoughts disappear and focus on me, I will not let anything happen. You trust me don’t you?” His voice was caring and sweet but laced with a bit of mischief at the last part. The years of being in love with him from a young age, now being promised to him and his kingdom was a weight you couldn’t imagine.

But here in his arms you knew it was all worth it.

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howyouloveyourdragon · 4 months

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Hi there, I absolutely adore you and love your writing and I'm excited that you're writing for jace now.

If it's okay, could I please request the prompts sleepy - number 44.

Have an amazing morning, afternoon, evening 💖💖

hi there! thank you so much, you have no idea how sweet you are for sending such a polite ask, and for your prompt “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” by thelonelyempath!

i definitely put you up high on my priority list for being so kind lol your message made my day

i also just really enjoyed writing this, it got me back into my groove.

have an amazing morning, afternoon, evening yourself and here you go, please let me know if you enjoy it! <3

No Rest For The Dragons

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon x reader Setting: During The Dance of The Dragons Summary: All is quiet but no sense of peace can be caught between your fingertips, not even at night and so it is difficult to find sleep. Not until you win the war and crown your prince victorious...Your betrothed, Jacaerys, seems to have other priorities. Warnings: Brief talk of war dividers by: saradika wordcount: 1,412

A yawn tumbled past your lips with ease and a quiet whine quickly followed. Jacaerys Velaryon had never found anything more sweet in his entire existence but he wouldn’t tell you that…not yet at least. His eyes flickered over your sleepy face, the squished cheeks and rumbled hair. It made his heart throb, a desperation took hold to tighten his chest and squeeze. Slowly, he tucked his lower lip between his teeth and bit down. He could barely contain himself from cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss to those lips. His sleeping beauty…his beautiful briar…he would need to bring you a rose soon just for the sake of it because he never did think there was a world in which you were not his Aurora. Some universe in which he didn’t long for you. The backs of his fingers carefully caressed your face. The skin was so soft–practically begging for him to lay upon his gentle pecks of devotion–and yet he restrained himself. You may be his betrothed but you are not yet his wife. He must recall that, if he is to keep your honour…A grunt peeked through his teeth at the thought. The thought that anybody could see you as anything less than a guide of honour and duty as you fought at his side, on his very dragon with a bow and arrow within your hands. A quiver danced along the prince’s bones. He may think you to be beautiful in any state but he would gladly gift upon you anything you so much as dreamed or desired if you were to allow that to be his final sight. His last. The sight of you upon Vermax and casting down the enemy.

A smile flittered his lips as you stirred and stretched in his lap. “No, no go back to sleep.” He cooed, brushing back your hair and placing a wet flannel at your forehead. You were in your gentlest state this eve. You fended off his hand like a weak squirrel to reluctant avail. “Rest my love. You must rest.” The whine escapes the seam of your mouth before you can escape it. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” You practically taunt with your eyelids finally parting to peer up at him. As much as he wants to scoff and argue, he cannot help but smile down at the soft albeit exhausted face. Amusement laces his face but he lets his brow pinch. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to allow that.” You send a pointed look his way. “You would deny your wife?” “You would deny your prince?” He counters with playfulness and yet something excites him about the way ‘wife’ leaves your lips. How smoothly it goes…It only reminds him of how long he has deprived himself of kissing them. Of feeling the sweet flutter of lightning that would passes over your skin. His hand would dance throughout your hair, he was sure of it, sure that one the day of your wedding, he would summon all the strength he had been willing himself to retain and finally let go. He would deny himself for centuries if it meant you would let him bind himself to you for eternity–if you would let him vow until his throat dried up. If they were not to be his final words, he would repeat them until they were destined. He would be yours, he was sure of it. He does not say this of course as you sigh with a pointed stare.

It was the determination in your gaze that he adored above all. That very crinkle in your brow that arose whenever anybody were to question you. His throat bobs as he recalls how his hand would slide along to the small of your back–support from the true prince and heir of the iron throne–delighting as you took the lead. Happy to await your debates cease as you charged your mouth at any who claimed your position unfit. None of these men knew the battlefield as you did. None of these men had studied the art so intensively for this very moment. None of these men would protect him like you did, he was sure of it. And certainly none of them had helped teach him the ways of battle so that he could protect his own hide should something go askew. Now as he watches you, he lets his eyes wander along the small scars upon both your hands at such teachings. Your childhood together had been an entertaining ordeal; scars of book pages, scars of dragon mishaps, scars of blades…He wouldn’t trade those tiny indents for the world. He would not even trade for the oncoming victory of his mother’s crown. He would not.

Instead, Jacaerys’ breath hitches but he does not complain at your defiance. He welcomes it. “My darling, you must rest if you are so determined to fight beside me.” His words are teasing but the plummet of hardness cannot be unheard. He had always been serious. “I cannot allow myself the sight of injury should you–” His throat bobs but you hardly change your mind. “It could cause injury to you should I not properly plan our route.” The retort jumps from your tongue and he can tell this has been boiling for some time now, that the bubbles were ever-present. You’ve been locking this inside your mind for too long now. Far too long. His curled fingers glide down your cheek before stopping at your chin. He lifts it as delicately as he would a broken leaf and gazes sweetly into your eyes. “You can do this well rested. We have time.” “But what if–” “We have time.” He reassures you with the confidence of his ancestor, King Jaehaerys The Wise. Your shoulders slump reluctantly. You should trust him, you know you should–you are so very tired but the night is still relatively young and the troupes must still be waiting outside for you. Jace catches as your eyes track the opening of the tent and he is quick to soften you. “I told them we would resume our meetings tomorrow. You will not miss a thing, my sweet. I swear it to you.” His gentle kiss presses to your temple–one of the few acceptable places he can express such affections. When he pulls himself back, he lingers. Tentative, he waits. His eyes flicker to yours with unabashed uncertainty. “But first you must swear to me that you will rest.” Heat floods your cheeks but you have never shied away from eye contact before and you refuse to do it now. His eyes close and his breath fans over your lips. “Swear it to me.” He repeats through the air of a whisper. “I swear it.” You utter just as quietly, curling your palm around his hand and pressing a long, warm kiss to the knuckles. Jacaerys would be lying if he said that it was not a relief. He could not remember the last night you slept in where you did not awaken suddenly and draft a new strategy. That you did not recall a new route. One that needed your immediate and unrestrained attention.

And so as the night calls out for you, your soon-husband’s arms slip around you and one loops beneath your legs until he can haul you against him. His breath stutters as he inhales the scent of your hair. His lashes flutter against one another and he takes a few steady steps through the tent. Loving each other had taken its time. It had taken screaming arguments, jealousy, rekindling…but it had also taken laughter and warmth and kindness. Kindness that neither of you thought to be deserved. It had taken the darkest eves and the most golden mornings. He settles you on the plush mattress this night, and brushes back the uncomfortable strands of hair that cling to your skin. Your neck, your face, even the petals of your lips. He cannot blame them for craving your closeness. He hesitates as you close your eyes and your back squirms into place. For only one moment more, he lets himself take in a portrait of your rest. Jacaerys Velaryon, Prince of Dragonstone, Son of Rhaenyra and future King of the Seven Kingdoms accepts that he craves for nothing but your warmth. He intends to keep you as safe as this every eve, every nightfall.

One sleepless night after the next, he shall be your rest.

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Flowers | The Series | Chapter Thirteen | The Grand Tourney

Summary | its finally the day of the grand tourney ! but you seem to be out of it....

Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon × Fem!Reader

Warnings | fluff, a lot more world building, happy family, idk how tourneys work pls ignore, not proofread

Word Count | 2.7k

a/n | a much longer one, i think this is the longest one yet! i really hope you guys enjoy it!!!

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“Tell me”

“No”

“Tell me now”

“No dear”

“If you do not tell me now i will be angry at you” “You have been saying that since the sun rose pumpkin.”

You were furious, your parents had not told you a single things about their conversation with jacaerys last night even while you were grilling them in your room last night and even right now as you sat for breakfast they kept their mouths shut.

You groan and throw your head back in frustration. “I just dont understand why you cannot tell me.”

You miss the knowing look shared between your parents as you cross your arms cross your chest. “Some things are just meant to be kept between parents.”

“Not when said thing involves a potential suitor.”

Your father sighs and he reaches over to place a hand on your crossed arms. You huff and turn your head away from him and he laughs. “You really want to know so desperately? Lets crack a deal.”

Your mother lets out his name in a hiss as you sit up and look at him eagerly, “yes! What ill do anything?”

“Tell me what you and the prince talked about last night in the hallway and i will tell you what we talked about.”

You and your father have a staring contest as he looks at your expectantly and you glare at him as you groan and turn away, attempting to push down the heat that rises to your face as you think over the conversation the two of you shared.

“See, some things are just not meant to be shared.”

“That is different-”

“It is no different you are lucky i am such a strong, kind, loving, caring, charismatic, charming,” you roll your eyes as he gives you a sharp look, “and good looking father that i am being more than kind and not asking what scandalous things the two of you were talking about in that dark and empty hallway. If anything you should thank me.”

You laugh and cover your mouth as you shake your head, “father please you are being ridiculous.” “I certainly am not. I put in a lot of work trying to convince your mother not to hunt you down until you told her what happened.”

You tilt your head as you think over. Your mother had been oddly quiet that morning and she had stared at you rather long as you ate breakfast and when you asked her what was wrong she merrily shook her head. She slams her hands on the table as she stands, taking a deep breath and runs her hands down along her dress. “Let us get going. The tourney should be starting soon.”

She moves to rummage through some of the stuff in the room as you look over to your father with a bewildered look but all he does is wink at you as he stands and offers you his arm.

The three of you make your way outside to the bustling walkway towards the stands for the tourney; horses are led by knights and you see many men in gear. You are in awe as you look around barely hearing the call of your name until you are startled by the man in front of you.

“Ser joffrey!” you jump back with your hand on your chest and he grins at you. “I apologize my lady, I didn't mean to frighten you.”

You take a couple deep breaths before you shake your head, “it is my fault ser i was not paying attention.”

You take notice of his attire and smile at him, “your gear suits you ser.”

He smiles and offers you his arm, “your compliments warm me my lady, and please, call me joffrey.”

You look over at your father who lets go of you, “me and your mother shall go promenage for a bit before the fight, good luck ser joffrey.” Joffrey nods with thanks before you watch your parents walk off, turning back to joffrey.

You grab his arm and the two of you begin to walk down the lanes. “You look wonderful today lady dunn.” “thank you ser-” he gives you a pointed look, “joffrey. Thank you joffrey.'' He smiles warmly at you as the two of you continue your walk in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence and the nice weather. He mentions he has his own tent as all the competitors today do and the two of you head there.

As soon as the two of you enter you notice he stiffens up and looks at him as he has a thoughtful look on his face. “Joffrey?”

“I truly hope you do not hate me.” you gasp as you pull away from him, turning fully towards him.”whatever do you mean?”

“You are clearly very taken with the prince and I have done nothing but attempt to throw an obstacle in your path. You could be queen yet here I am a mere lord asking you to join me after you have barely known me a day.”

You grab both his forearms as he casts his head down towards the ground, “I am a selfish fool.”

“That is not true. You are merely a man attempting to survive in a world who wrongly would hate him for being who he is. I do not hold that against you. And should i remind you you are not merely a lord you are heir to the eyrie for god's sake. If anything, I am the one who is in your way.”

he shakes his head and looks at you with a grin, “well it seems i am a very generous man.”

you hit his arm and he laughs as you shake your head at him, unable to help the smile that climbs on your face.

“thank you y/n. you are kinder than most.”

The two of you soon leave the tent and make some more mindless chatter, as you walk you can't help but overhear some of the ladies' conversations as they walk by, “did you hear the prince has entered a courtship with cassandra baratheon.” “it is of no shock, of course the baratheons have managed to worm their way into the royal family.” “it would be a shock to no one if their engagement were to be announced soon enough.”

you must be bug eyed as you continue to walk towards the stands. A courtship? between the prince and cassandra? Cassandra baratheon? this could not be happening. Was jacaerys merrily toying with you last night? he did not seem like the type but you had not known him well. Maybe he had been, he did not ask to enter a courtship with you last night, maybe your parents had been hiding the conversation they had last night with him because he had not asked to enter a courtship with you and they did not want to upset you.

your mind running a mile a minute you do not even notice you are basically in your seat as joffrey manages to catch you attention once more.

“This is where I must leave you my lady.”

“I wish you luck today joffrey.”

he kisses the back of your hand with a smile before he walks off. you sigh as you begin to move towards your parents who have already taken a seat, attempting to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest as you greet them before sitting down.

you hear a gasp next to you, “y/n?” you turn your head a gasp, “trisk? trisk beesbury is that truly you?” she squeals and wraps you in a hug, you laugh and wrap your arms around her.

trisk beesbury. the third daughter of house beesbury and your good friend. she always came by your house to stay and you would consider her your closest friend.

“I had no clue you were coming here, oh how I've missed you.”

you pull away and she gives you a heartfelt smile. “me and my family arrived late. Barry had a horrible horse accident. though he is alright, we made it just a day ago.'' Barry, one of her two brothers, had always been a clumsy one, “again? i thought it was not too long ago he had been in one.”

she sighs and nods her head, “yes. father has forbidden him from riding for a while.”

the two of you make some nice conversations and your parents say hello to hers. while you all make conversation your eyes drift up to the royal box where the royal family sits and locks eyes with cassandra. you notice all the other baratheons in the box as well. the pit that had been forming in your stomach grows as she sees you and smiles before sending you a wave. you can't look away from her and before you can even form any thoughts an announcer begins to speak and the tourney begins.

You watch as many men stride over on their horse, they ask a lady for their favor, then they fight. It was rather dull for someone like you but with trisk there you ended up enjoying it more than you thought.

“and presenting his royal highness, prince jacaerys velaryon!” The crowd erupted into cheers as the prince rode out and waves at the crowd. you watch him as he takes off his helmet and shakes his head with a smile.

“oh gods he is so handsome”

his eyes roam around the crowd until he spots you and you swear you see his smile grow.

“He is surely going to ask Cassandra for her favor, ugh she is so lucky.” you gulp at trisk’s words as you look at cassandra who's gripping her favor in her hand as she fixes her hair.

Yet when the time comes he rides over near your seat and you freeze.

“You look lovely today lady dunn.”

you hear trisk gasp beside you and you grip tight onto the favor in your hand.

“I thank you, my prince.”

you stare at him as he continues to smile at you, lift his hand in your direction without breaking eye contact, “your favor my lady? if you would do me the honor?”

you ignore the whispers of the people around you and you do not dare even look in cassandra’s direction as you stand and walk towards him and use your free hand to grip onto the railing as you offer the favor to him.

“tie it on for me.”

you lean over the rail and ignore the hot feeling all

over your body as you feel his eyes on your face. You finish tying your favor around his blade and as you pull away he grabs one of your hands and places a kiss not on the back but on the inside of your wrists before he lets go and gives you a final smile before he rides off.

you hurry back to your seat and put your hands against your cheeks to attempt them down as trisk grabs your shoulder and shakes you.

“I cannot believe it! I knew you were in a courtship but I do not know with whom! the crowned prince!”

“trisk-”

“ugh that was the most romantic thing i've ever seen you should have seen his face i've never seen a man look more in love,”

“He is not the man I am in a courtship with.”

she looks at you with a confused look, “whatever do you mean you mean to tell me he just did that because he was feeling kind.”

you groan and shove her as some other lord gets announced to compete against the prince.

“It is complicated.”

“and you will tell me every detail, immediately.”

“can't we wait until we are in private.”

she gasps and places a hand on her chest, looking around before looking back at you “is it so scandalous you cannot tell me here? y/n you dirty dog.”

you feel your father laugh next to you as you shh her. “you make me sound like a monster!”

“Well right now you are giving me the impression you are one!”

“It is because it is more complicated than you think. I promise I will tell you everything once we are alone.”

she seems content enough with your answer and with one last look she turns her attention back to the field where the fight is about to begin.

you cannot take your eyes off of jacaerys as he seemingly easily takes down his opponent, you never knew it could be so attractive to watch a man fight. maybe it had something to do with the show of strength, yet it mattered little to you. you could watch jacaerys fight all day. especially after he wins he lifts up his blade where you can very clearly see your favor wrapped around it.

As the rounds go on you can still not bring yourself to even look in the direction of the royal box, soon enough Joffrey is announced and you smile at him as he makes his way towards you.

“I am sad to see you have already spoken for my lady.”

“I apologize ser joffrey.”

“It doesn't matter, I shall be quicker next time.”

you laugh and shake your head as he looks at trisk next to you and smiles, “your favor my lady?”

Trisk, shocked by Joffrey looks over at you and you nod your head as she rushes to hand over her favor to him and he thanks her before he rides off.

“Who was that?”

“That man I'm in a courtship with.”

she hits your shoulder in shock, “no way. he is so handsome.”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“you know that's not what I meant, I just cannot believe it, you have two very handsome men fighting over you. how lucky.”

Yes, how lucky. one man you cannot possibly be deserving of and another one that could never even love you despite how kind he truly is. you had never even really grasped how odd the situation you found yourself in truly was.

lost in your thoughts you're shocked when the crowd erupted into cheers. “who won?”

“were you not paying attention? Joffrey won.”

you sigh with relief and look at him as he waves to the crowd, he locks eyes with you and blows you a kiss. you smile at him and laugh as he rides away.

The tourney continues and you begin to get lost in your thoughts over not only jacaerys but joffrey's offer and how king he’s been, your conversation with jacaerys last night, you get help but run your hands over your face.

“Are you alright, pumpkin?”

your father places his hand around your shoulder as you sigh and lean against him.

“why does courting have to be so hard?”

he laughs and squeezes you against him, “you’ll figure it out pumpkin.”

Soon enough it's the finale round and just your luck it happens to be a match between joffrey and the prince.

“Who do you want to win?”

You groan and shake your head, “I don't know trisk.”

“Well I wish for joffrey to win, he asked for my favor.” “Are you trying to get me to say I wish for the prince to win?”

“I said nothing of the sort, you are the one implying something. Anyway, shouldn't you wish for him to win you gave him your favor.”

You ignore her as the round is about to begin, you hate to admit it but a part of you is praying jacaerys wins. You're on the edge of your seat as the two begin to ride towards each other but they end up missing. You sigh and grip trisk’s arm as they quickly race back at each other. But you miss what happens as the people in front of you stand and the crowd erupts into cheers. You all quickly stand up and you attempt to look around the people to see what happened.

“The winner is prince jacaerys velaryon!”

You feel the stands shake as the people cheer and clap and yell. You feel your heart swell as Trisk grabs you into a hug and shakes you.

“And the prince as the winner will now crown the queen of love and beauty.”

The stands quiet as jacaerys rides around the stands, the people in front of you turn back and give you a knowing look before sitting down and jacaerys eyes lock onto you.

“There is no way he would, right?”You whisper to Trisk as she smiles.

Soon enough the crown is tossed into the crowd and falls into your hands.

“Oh he absolutely would.”

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