#jace squared fic

[ichorai]

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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[theship-thewalrus]

I saw the jealous Aegon ii image and loved it 🥰 , I was wondering if you could do one for Aemond being jealous of his wife being nice to Luke and like he gest real angry and tries to hid it and reader could see this and plays along making him more jealous and later that night she doms him in sex saying that 'there's nobody else', please??

Hi Anon! I love me some jealous fic >:) I must warn you I believe I am terrible at writing smut. Hope you enjoy though <3

aemond targaryen x female! wife! reader

pretty much the ask

word count: 801 words reading time: about 4 minutes warnings: jealousy, smut

Aemond could not fathom why you entertained Luke's advances, it was clear as day the boy had a little puppy crush on you. Why did you bother being nice to him, he did not deserve it. He had done nothing to grant your affection. He was not worthy of it, only he was. You knew Aemond was watching you, you could feel his eye watching you intently. Even Jace picked up on it, watching Aemond in case he did something. Finding it fun you began to egg him on a little.

Watching you laugh at something Lucerys said bad he jump up from the table. You knew straight away the Dinner was going to be ruined due to his jealousy and your foolishness. The grip he had on his goblet as he raised it was tight enough to make his knuckles turn white. The head of those sitting at the table turned to him, wondering what he had to say. Yet, they all know it couldn't be anything good.

"A final tribute," Aemond begins, the music stopping as everyone waits with bated breath to hear what he has to say. "To the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke, and Joffery." He looks at both the boy who was present as he said their names. The tension was rising quickly and you all but prayed your husband would not allow his emotions to could his judgement. "Each of them handsome, wise ... strong" Alicent tried to stop her son, calling his name with a firm but pleading tone. Yet the man was already too far in to stop. "Come, let us drain our cups. To these three... strong boys."

"I dare you to say it again," Jace snaps, taking a step forward. Rising from your seat you move to your husband's side. Hoping your presence would calm him to not do anything rash. Placing a hand on his arm you tried to pull him away, not wanting the feast to be ruined. Yet he simply shrugged you off, squaring up to his nephew "Why? Do you not think yourself strong?" He asked marching towards him.

Jace was a protective older brother, he saw how Aemond's eyes filled with hatred for his brother. He would not allow his words to go unchallenged. Throwing a punch at Aemond, seemed to open the gates to Aegon slamming Luke's face against the table, stopping him from reaching the other two. Aemond hardly flinched at the punch, not even spilling a drop of wine from his cup. Simply shoving Jace away as though he was nothing. You almost hated how the action seemed to light a fire in your core. Seeing him so effortlessly display his strength, without even a single blemish to himself.

Alicent was angered by Aemond but there was little he could do to stop her son. Everyone watched Aemond glare at Daemon for a few moments. But you have had enough of this, grabbing Aemond by the arm harshly. "Let us retire to our chambers Aemond." Your voice was firm as you pulled him away from the dining room.

You knew a great way to get rid of the anger Aemond had while also reassuring him of your devotion to him. Moving your hips at a quickening past, the sweat on your body increases. The ragged breaths that felt your both were one of the few noises in the room. Looking down at him, Aemond was already looking up at your eyes filled with adoration. A grin formed on your face as you lean down, your hair making a sort of curtain. Aemond was at your mercy, hand staying on your hips where you placed them. Not daring to move them, no matter how much he wished to grab your breasts.

"Are you still made, my prince?" Your voice was teasing as you reach down a whisper in your ear. Afterwards placing a long string of kisses on his neck and down his collarbone. A mixture of you sucking on his neck and your hip movement made it hard for him to think straight. The man could not seem to think of the right words to say to you, he wanted to say something snarky in an attempt to gain power. But you were having none of it, your head rising from its place on his neck. Your eyes look down at him, studying him "Are you going to say something? Do you need some more reminding?" With each word, you move your hips sharply, pulling a shaky breath from him.

"You know there is nobody else. I have my hands filled enough with you." You tease but your eyes darken a little, whispering in his ear once more, "Besides, I don't know any who can fill me better than you."

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond imagines #aemond targaryen imagines #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagines #house fo the dragon imagines #house of the dragon smut #hotd smut #hotd imagines #hotd x reader #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Sacred New Beginnings

Anon requested “Alec moving in with Magnus and how it happened (Post COHF)”

I had initially copied the fic into the ask and saved it as a draft, but tumblr being tumblr somehow made that disappear, so here we go again. Link to Ao3 in the title.

*****

It’d been a week since the New Year’s ball dropped in Times Square.

Alec didn’t really know what that meant. Was there a literal ball dropped at Times Square? Anyways, Clary had told Jace about it, and Jace had pretty much integrated it into his vocabulary, and it was now rubbing off on Alec. It was kind of annoying.

They didn’t really do much to celebrate the New Year, since Clary and Isabelle - and even Jace though he wouldn’t admit it, were carrying the hole of Simon’s loss.

Alec… Alec wasn’t sure what he was feeling about it. He was obviously grateful to Simon - Simon had sacrificed himself so that Magnus could come home, after all. But underneath it all, there was a sense of guilt. A strange feeling of helplessness. He should’ve been able to save Magnus. He should’ve done something to save Simon.

There was no point dwelling on it, however. All he could do was move forward.

He and Magnus were slowly working on building their relationship back up.

They talked on the phone everyday - Alec had always been awkward with phone calls. When you were talking to someone face to face, and there was a silence, it wasn’t awkward because other gestures would fill the gap. When you’re on the phone, however, there’s always an expectation to keep talking. 

But it was different with Magnus. Magnus always called him at the oddest moments - when he was making potions, or taking a stroll somewhere. One time he called from the shower and Alec had almost dropped his phone.

They also went on a few dates, half of which were spent at Magnus’s home. It was a strange feeling, being there again - it was all so familiar and so alien all at once. Like returning home from a long vacation.

Today, Alec decided to drop by after a long patrol for a shower, and just to spend some time with Magnus. 

Magnus was thankfully still awake - Alec had given him a quick call beforehand since it was late, and since he didn’t have his key back yet. Alec still found himself reaching for his pocket for the key, sometimes. He didn’t know when Magnus would give it to him, and he didn’t know how to ask, either.

Later, Magnus was lying on his side, watching as Alec had stepped out of the bathroom, having already changed into a loose fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. There was something shimmering deep under the surface of Magnus’s eyes.

There were lots of times when Alec saw a faraway look on Magnus’s face, or just any look that he didn’t know how to decipher, and let it go. Now, though, they were trying to change things.

So, he knelt down next to the bed, tilting his head so he could meet Magnus’s eyes, and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Magnus’s eyes slid down to his shirt - he reached out with a slender finger, tracing it down Alec’s front. “You changed inside the bathroom,” he pouted. “I wanted to see your abs.”

Alec chuckled. He leaned in closer, folding his arms on top of the bedspread and resting his chin on them.

“What are you really thinking of?”

Magnus blinked slowly, languidly, as if he was drunk. Alec wondered if he actually was.

He rose slowly, balancing himself on one elbow. His other arm was stretched out, fingers brushing along the side of Alec’s face, curling in the wet locks of his hair.

”I’m thinking,” his voice was slurry. “I want you to bring us both a cup of coffee each, then you tell me about your day and I’ll tell you about mine, and then we can fall asleep together.”

Alec’s eyes fell half shut as he imagined the picture Magnus was painting. That was how most of their nights ended before… before…

He caught Magnus’s hand - the one fiddling with his hair - and pressed it against his damp cheek.

Magnus’s hand was cool, but Alec felt warm all over.

”Are you drunk?” Alec asked.

A sudden bright flash of a grin appeared on Magnus’s face. “On you, baby.”

Alec laughed. “Magnus!”

Magnus was laughing along, eyes crinkling. Alec sometimes had images in his mind, of those crinkly lines permanently etched onto Magnus’s face.

He would never see that sight. But it was alright.

Magnus was now sitting upright, legs dangling over the side of the bed. His hands were both on Alec’s face, holding it in place as he planted an infinitely tender kiss on his forehead.

“I miss you,” he whispered with a sigh.

”I’m right here,” Alec said.

”You are now,” Magnus sighed again.

Alec leant back a little, just enough to look into Magnus’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Magnus’s eyes were serious, lips parted slightly as if something heavy rested on the tip of his tongue.

”Magnus?” Alec asked gently.

Magnus shook his head, his hand caressing Alec’s face.

”Alexander?” He said gently. Alec shivered. He’d spent weeks thinking he’d never get to hear his name spoken like that again.

”Hm?”

”What do you think about… you know…”

”About what?”

Magnus hesitated a moment. “About living here again.”

Oh.

Suddenly, Magnus’s behavior all made sense.

Alec’s heart skipped several beats at once.

He wanted to say yes immediately. He wanted to say that he’d always thought of this place as home.

But the truth was that he’d spent weeks trying to forget home. He’d realised the hard way that even when you found home, it was always a place that could be ripped away from him.

Alec must’ve been silent too long, because Magnus lowered his head and said, “I can’t understand if you don’t want to-“

”No!” Alec hurried to say. “No, I- I want to. It’s just…” Alec bit his lip. “I thought we were supposed to take things slow?”

Magnus looked relieved for a second, and then pouted and sighed exaggeratedly.

”Alexanderrrr,” he whined, throwing his arms around Alec and burying his face in Alec’s neck. “Fuck taking things slow! I miss you. I miss waking up next to you and I miss showering with you and eating with you. Chairman misses you. The coffee machine hasn’t seen any action in two months and neither have these sheets and I just-“

Alec laughed, his own arms now twining around Magnus’s neck and pulling him in closer.

”Alright, alright,” he said. “Just give me a few days to sort out things at the Institute and then I’ll move in, okay?”

”Okay,” Magnus agreed with a sigh, his breath warm against Alec’s skin. “I’m glad.”

”Me too,” Alec said, relaxed at last.

Finally, he had returned home.

#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #tmi #my fics #malec fics

[nashiriel]

Not the original asker, but I would love more adventures with bb!luke and his dragon! I love luke being able to claim the cannibal because he tried to take his eye out, because the cannibal clearly took it a lot better than aemond. I was a bit confused tho by what rhaenys meant about being cruel or kind in not saying laenor would have given luke seasmoke? And why she knew daemon wasn’t enough? sorry if that’s a stupid question because I really liked the chapter!

Thanks so much, anon! I’m really touched that you liked the fic enough to leave this ask and that you’d like more of that verse!

Obviously the premise is inherently a bit cracky, but yes, the Cannibal definitely had a more 😍 reaction to Luke’s willingness to resort to knife crimes at the first opportunity than Aemond! Grey Ghost owes his life to the Cannibal’s utter WTF reaction when he looked down and realised that he did indeed nearly suffer GBH at the hands of a chubby-faced little moppet. But I don’t imagine Aemond will be amused when he hears Rhaenyra waxing lyrical to a raging Alicent about just how her little darling won his own massive weapon of mass destruction.

In terms of Rhaenys:

Whilst Rhaenys’ suspicions about their parentage means she has some bitterness regarding Rhaenyra’s sons, she is well aware that Laenor loved them dearly.

So her not voicing that Laenor would have obviously sent Seasmoke rather than the dangerous Cannibal could be due to kindness (“I won’t puncture the wishful thinking of a grieving child that his dead father is still watching over him and loved him enough to send him the dragon he’d wanted his whole life”) or cruelty (“I won’t acknowledge to this grieving child that my son loved him so much that he would readily have given him his own dragon if he could”).

As for Daemon, a large part of Luke’s anger in that snippet is the dual trauma of unexpectedly losing his father whilst also being expected to accept Daemon as Laenor’s replacement with absolutely zero time to properly process the loss. Whilst he might otherwise have internalised his turmoil a bit more and settled down given time, the sudden connection to the Cannibal means that his emotions have a sudden outlet in a murderous dragon who is capable of squaring up to Caraxes.

So the normally insecure and meeker six-year-old Luke is suddenly not responding well when a man he barely knew before he unexpectedly married Luke’s mother and took his father’s place is telling him to calm down and control himself, forming a very dangerous feedback loop with the Cannibal. Hence Rhaenys recognising that someone else - like an authority figure Luke already knows - very much needs to step in.

He also mentally ties Laenor’s death to the other traumatic events of that night - getting it thrown in his face that Laenor might not actually be his father by someone Luke thought a friend, having that friend nearly brain Jace with a rock and losing the friendship through knifing his eye, having Aegon who Luke might previously have looked up to calling him a bastard in a hall full of people…

To Luke’s childish, grieving mind therefore, he lost Laenor partially because he might be a bastard, and he’s already aware that people questioned his status as a Targaryen because he didn’t have a dragon. Thus there’s the subconscious, irrational, guilt that if Luke had only been able to claim the Cannibal beforehand, things would never have gone so badly wrong and Laenor would still be with them.

Which is then also feeding into the Cannibal’s behaviour. He’s already the absolute worst dragon Luke could possibly have; it is very much the potentially centuries-old massive dragon currently calling the shots in that relationship, and because he has absolutely zero experience in having a rider or being around humans in general, he essentially regards Luke as an extension of himself and reacts to any attempt to take him away or even to merely get close to Luke as he would another dragon trying to steal his kill.

And while Luke may be a little frightened and frustrated by this…not only does he finally have an unquestioned symbol of Targaryen heritage in the dragon he longed for, but it’s a dragon so big and powerful that he won’t ever have to fear him dying like Laenor. He knows in his very bones that the Cannibal would rather burn the whole island to the ground than leave him, and for an unsettled, grieving child, that’s actually a very compelling notion. So that too is influencing the Cannibal’s apparent disregard of Luke’s commands, and one can really pity poor Rhaenys for the absolute mess she’s now taking on.

#house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon #carrion #lucemond #cannibal the dragon #aemond targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #anon ask

[snek-panini]

So a while back I took up bookbinding so I could have print copies of my favorite fics. I don't usually post about that on here, but one of the authors whose fic I bound reached out to me asking to see photos of the finished work, so here they are. I'm not a photographer, these were taken on my phone, and I'm still fairly new to bookbinding so please excuse some of the messiness. The fic is The God Below by @kreauxlighe and it's in the Good Omens fandom. Give it a read if that's your thing, it's awesome!

The front cover. I don't know how to do fancy titles yet so I wrote it in by hand with embossing powder. It's inset into the cover--title is on paper, main cover is book cloth. This was my first time using book cloth and all the tutorials were correct, it's so much easier than the scrapbook paper things I was using before that. Edges of the cutout are more rounded than I wanted, but for a first time it's not bad, I think. Before this I just left the covers blank.

Edge view. Embossing powder doesn't work that well on book cloth (it sticks but the metallic shine doesn't show up) so the spine is blank. I might try to get fancy on it in future if I figure out how, but I might leave it. It's a first try and I like to see the progress. It is very square and I am SO proud of that because previous books I'd made came out wonky. It was the longest thing I'd bound at the time, with the thickest spine.

Top view. Again, very square, very proud. It has a ribbon bookmark and glued-in end bands. I thought ribbon bookmarks were Fancy Luxury Features that would be very hard to do, but it turns out they're easy, you just glue a piece of ribbon to the outer part of the book block before you put the end bands and cover on. Everything I make is going to have them now.

Page edges. Less proud here, they are very ragged. I was trying to trim the edges to make them even and the internet said I could do it with a craft knife. The internet was lying. It was hard to get them looking even this good. After this I sprang for a small book plow, which is what professionals use to get those nice flat even edges, and it was expensive but so very worth it.

Interior view, with bonus second shot of the bookmark! I typeset everything in MS Word, which I'm told is not very good for this but has the advantage of I don't have to pay for it because I already own it. Fancy capital letters are courtesy of the author, I pulled them from Ao3 when I copy/pasted the fic. Typesetting is hard, guys. Most resources online about how to make books don't bother to cover it, and searching for how to typeset a book usually results in lots of pages saying "don't do that, pay a professional to do it." Which is what you should do for self-publishing, absolutely, but I wanted to make one copy, for me, of a transformative work that I didn't write, so it was not useful advice in this case. This is something else I'm still learning, cobbling together the info by trial and error, but I'm still proud of what I accomplished with this one.

So that's it! I hope you like it, Jace! (I saw that on your blog, I hope it's ok to call you that? If not let me know and I'll edit it out.) I'll get started on your author copy once I finish the project I have ongoing, which is another fan binding but it's almost done.

#personal #bookbinding #should i tag the fandom? #it's got a fic rec so i will #good omens #long post #snek makes books

[fkevin073]

If Valaena and Alysanne would have existed in the same universe with Jace and Aemond, what do you think things would be like? Would they get married to them? Because i think that Aemond would loved Valaena but he would also be interested in Alysanne?? And Jace would love Alysanne but also Valaena?? Lmao this is so complicated, but I would love to hear your opinion! You’re a genius and I love both fics so much!! (It’s also a good idea if you write a one shot about it) I would read a thousands of times!!! Anyway, much love, anon xx

oof omg anon!! what a question full of drama I love it. I honestly have absolutely no idea! I think maybe it would be like a love square situation! Hell, for the sake of it, why don't we make it like how Aemond and Alysanne were with Jace and Valaena. So in this universe Jace and Alysanne are twins and still close, but their special people are Aemond and Valaena respectively, but then they grow apart after Aemond loses his eye - Alysanne chooses Jace, Valaena chooses Aemond, etc. The drama of it all! Like there would be so much jealousy all around. I'm thinking the perfect scenario there would be Aemond and Alysanne and then Jace and Valaena but there would be love/lust/jealousy mixed all the way through! But who knows.

It would be a full on polyamory situation! lots to think about lmao

#fic: I kept you like an oath #fic: bury my heart next to yours #aemond x alysanne #Jace x alysanne #Jace x valaena

[khaleesiofalicante]

every wednesday I remember about LBAF new chapter at 7pm when I am either neck deep in shit or about to take a nap and just stare into space for a while knowing I wont be able to liveblog

BUT IT IS FRIDAY AND IT IS 11 SOMETHING AND I AM VERY TIRED BUT I NEED TO DO THIS SO LET'S GO

okay but brain tired I dont remember anything from the prev chapter. Except Nico. That was something else

why is he stressed...what did I miss?

OMG YEAHHH THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY

omg chairman is DRESSED UP

So, here he was, wearing a white kurta with sequins and shit.

damn.

OH RIGHT THE KISS

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT LMAO

yeah secrets are not secrets in this household

Murder, arson, violence :)

Also, would I kill Marcus on site? Yes. Am I attracted to crazy smart assholes who would burn the world down and just intelligence in general? ...yes. I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF-

Not excusing the shit he did though of course not.

HE IS GETTING MARRIED YOU GUYS I CANNOT BELIEVE

He wondered if he should sit down and talk to bapak about it. Maybe he should check if bapak wasn’t having an immortality crisis while Max was growing up and Rafe was getting married.

omg...

also Lucifer and shadow demons are definitely coming up in this fic. And Nico saw some future glimpse about the LBs which is why he told magnus to take care of them or sum shit. Oh and the Logan (?) guy with mal is the warlock. Also poison theory confirmed! -Leftover thoughts from Tuesday

just kill her now and end it. sigh

Max ignored that. “First…I think she has feelings for me.”

Really Max? You think?

And then he thought, if anyone other than David kisses me ever again, I will set myself on fire.

Oh damn. OH DAMN

pull..?

I dont like this...

“I…I can’t live without him,” Max whispered.

SHUT THE FUCK UP LEAVE ME ALONE

this is sad. I shall now cry

is this foreshadowing? to there being a way for this?'

“If a solution doesn’t exist,” Max said. “Then I will create one myself.”

I...FUCK

ABIGAIL OMG SHE IS EATING GRASS

Abigail is literally the best character in here

New beginnings are so beautiful

Okay but I know we're all worried for the entire mavid drama rn but I am particularly worried about lexi and liv.

they cant communicate. That's it. It was an issue when they first got "together" and then when they finally actually got together and it has clearly not changed one bit. Right now it's about moving in together, what will it be next? I remember thinking it was a little funny in part 1 and 2 but it's just concerning now. How will they work in the long term like this? Relationships cannot be built on miscommunications.

Anyway.

Need to see jace and gabriel bonding please and thank you. Jace's fears are totally valid though but I feel like he needs to actually get to know Gabriel.

He knew Magnus was struggling with his immortality lately.

oh :(

GIGI SAID OKAY IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER

omg MALEC AS GRANDPARENTS HJSAUIDIUIJLF

I love diego and alec so much

He saw two girls running across Angel Square, holding hands and trading soft kisses. Unafraid. Unbothered.

Beautiful.

Alec did this <3

“It’s called sexual tension, dad, jeez,” Max had scoffed when Alec had voiced his surprise.

YES!

the blackouts...fuck

oh we had one yesterday! not a magical one but it was in the middle of my nap...

They had an alliance. They protected each other. They helped each other.T hey trusted each other.

I am so proud of him too <3

Would literally die for him

Why was everyone taking so long to get ready? How long did it take to put something on? Five minutes???

DUDE??? WHAT??

Whenever I have to get ready for something, I kick everyone (my brother) from my room and lock the door for a good hour or 2. We just hosted a dinner last week...HOW THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE YOU 5 MINUTES-

“I know she is safe with you. I know however much I love her; Rafael loves her twice as much. Maybe thrice. I have no doubt that he will be a good husband. But Anjali is not just gaining a husband. She is gaining a whole new family.” “And I will protect her as I protect the rest of them,” Alec promised. “That’s all I needed to know,” Diego let out a deep exhale.

Just...no words

no warlocks here...fuck

magnus? you good?

FUCKING WARLOCK MATH

but like...damn he can do math...damn...

me @ me:

10?? 15?? DUDE??

oh my god his OUTFIT I WILL DIE

oh my god they're wearing a lehnga...fuckkkkkkkk

uhhkdhdshjds women

FUCK FUCK FUCK THE OUTFITS I WILL DIE OMG DAVID SELENA AND LEXI FUCK

i will actually pass out they are all so hot

Selena chuckled, realizing that this meant David had probably tried to take selfies with Chopin before.

proof or it didn't happen

I NEED THE MEHNDI DESIGNS BTW

LMAO SOON??? MEHNDI??? HILARIOUS JOKE SELENA

Gabriel...OH MY GOD

sigh...jace be nice

oh yeah logan YOUNG. and they are TWINS

She thought of all the young warlocks in the blacked out cities. They must be terrified of not being able to access their magic. She hoped they felt safe enough to reach out to their institutes.

omg...

GABRIEL AND SELENA OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CUTE

the signal's been down for that long...?

fuck

also do not climb the twoers

FUCK

THE DEVICE

FUCK FUCK FUCK

I WILL KILL SOMEONE

“Anjali said the ceremony lasts past midnight,” Rafael informed. “So, you’re gonna stay put and play nice.”

Yeah! Welcome to a desi wedding, my loves <3

Today was about him. Him and his amor. Fuck everyone else.

HELL YEAH

his magic...the device

oh :( nooo that's so sad

they should be able to choose their own suggens properly

they're all so BEAUTIFUL

ABBY DO NOT EAT MEHNDI JHJDKFJD

What’s with all the gorgeous women today?

DUDE I KNOW RIGHT??

omg she's beautiful...

“Did you know that the colour of the mehndi has a deeper meaning?” Anjali’s mother asked him. “The darker it is, the happier your marriage will be.” “No pressure,” Rafael chuckled as he looked at Anjali. “Your hands better be red when you wash the mehndi off.”

THEM <333

She knew how to take his dreams and make them come true.

This!! oh my god this!!

I have a feeling something will go wrong

gun

ANJALI NO NO NO FUCK

ANJALI WHAT HAPPENED

I HAVE NO SCROLLED PAST THE FIRST "anjali"

I WILL DIE

NO

OH MY GOD

DIEGO AND DIVYA

FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

nope nuh uh I am done goodbye

marcus. fucking marcus.

I...oh my fucking god...

THE MEMES IN THIS ONE KILLED ME.

ps - all of yall lusting after the white kurta has me cackling lol.

#lbaf

[half-bakedboy]

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Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz | Rated M | Chapters 10/10 | COMPLETE

High school sweethearts, Buck and Eddie, couldn’t imagine a life apart after graduation. Together, they followed Eddie’s dream of enlisting in the military because Buck would go anywhere with him. During a mission gone wrong, Buck goes missing—presumed dead. Eddie is discharged and struggles to figure out life without the love of his own.

Ten years later, Eddie—as unhappy as ever—is getting divorced from his wife and trying to deal with being the sudden primary caregiver of his disabled son all while balancing his career and the found family around him.

Then Buck shows up on his doorstep.

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31 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#4

blue lips and rosy cheeks

read on ao3 Pairing: Nancy Gillian/Marjan Marwani Rated: Teen Bingo Square: Blizzard Contains spoilers for 3x02 and spec for 3x03

"Wait, you're leaving? Going out there with just a car and some medical supplies? Then what, Nancy?” Carlos shouted before lowering his voice to a more hospital-appropriate tone. “You don't even know if anything has happened to her,” he reasoned.

"You saw what happened to TK, Carlos. To Paul, to– to however many more people that got caught out there," Nancy paused only to stare into his eyes as she spoke, "I'm not going to let the same thing happen to Marjan."

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34 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#3

46."Come on, take my hand." + Jimon please?

"Come on, take my hand," Simon called.

Everything in Jace was screaming at him not to trust the newly turned vampire. He had never trusted a downworlder before—barely even trusted his own kind, really—but he didn’t have a choice. He was dangling off of the roof of the DuMort and even his Shadowhunter ability wasn’t enough to keep him from meeting his doom if he let go.

“I’ve got you, Jace, you have to trust me,” Simon pleaded again.

The sun was about to rise. Jace could see the burning ball of light lifting over the horizon. Simon was in danger and that knowledge was enough for him to take the chance—to trust when his mind and body told him to fear the word.

With the little strength he had left, he thrust his free hand up just enough for Simon to grasp onto his wrist. The grip hurt—deathly cold and cement-like fingers digging into his skin through his leather jacket, but it grounded Jace more than he thought possible. Simon grunted and pulled until Jace was back on top of the safety of the roof, holding onto Simon like his life depended on it.

Once he gained his footing, he glanced at Simon’s face, wanting to apologize or to thank him, but Simon’s eyes were staring over Jace’s shoulder at the brightening horizon behind them.

Jace didn’t give himself time to think. He wrapped his arms around Simon’s waist and pushed them both against the door to the small shed structure behind them, breaking it open to shelter them from the light. They were pressed against the back wall, Jace’s chest flush against Simon’s, both heavily panting even though Jace knew Simon didn’t have to breathe anymore. When he glanced around, he realized the structure was just that—a room on top of the roof with tools and supplies and no escape.

There wasn’t anywhere for Simon to go but at least he was protected, just as he had protected Jace.

“You saved my life,” Simon said after a few moments of relieved silence.

“Yeah, well, you saved mine first,” Jace answered, letting himself relax against Simon’s form.

After a few moments of silence, Simon noted, “So… I guess we’re stuck here in our heroics, then?” Jace huffed out a laugh.

“The sun won’t kill me,” Jace countered but when Simon’s face fell, he decided, “but I guess I can stay a little while.”

43 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#2

In Between Lost and Found by Emryn Jace

This isn’t my usual kind of fandom post, but I wrote a book! I fulfilled a dream of mine to publish a queer novel and it’s out on Amazon as an e-book or paperback right now!

If you give it a try, let me know! I would love to hear what you think about it. ♥️

52 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I had... a thought. I can't stop thinking about it actually.

Remember the Buddie conversation on the balcony?

"When you think of your sister, you see this person you've always looked up to. The woman who's taken care of you. But maybe that's not who she is right now. This time, maybe she's the one who needs taking care of."

Now that we've learned that Eddie was the parentified child to his siblings, it feels like Eddie was asking someone (particularly Buck) to realize that Eddie needs someone to take care of him for a change. And that's exactly what Buck has done since.

58 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

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[vaguelyrotten]

Shadowhunters Bingo S3 Masterpost

Something New - Alec helps Magnus groom his new wings.

Square Filled: Wingfic Rating: G Pair: Malec Words: Less than 1k Is Anybody Out There? - It was two weeks before the end of summer camp when Magnus finally decided to take matters into his own hands and hunt the ghost that had, apparently, been haunting Camp Idris all summer.  Square Filled: Mundane AU Rating: G Pair: Malec (Pre-Relationship/Kid Fic) Words: 2.2k Promises To Keep - Alec's instincts were screaming that something wasn’t right, and he was going to find out what that was.

He’d made a promise to Magnus, after all — they would spend Christmas together no matter what it took.

Alec didn’t break promises, and now wasn’t the time to start. Square Filled: Christmas Fic Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 3K

Burning Bright - Jace glanced at the fractured blue and purple crystals in his hand and back to the dilapidated castle before him. The weather in the Between Worlds was appropriate for the mood he was feeling and the task at hand. The lightning strikes were bright and vicious and the wind whipped angrily around him. He wished that he could have brought any of the others with him; Izzy and Clary gladly would have volunteered but he knew that he needed to do this alone lest they all risk falling. 

A Star Guardians AU. (Yes, you read that right.) Square Filled: Interdimensional Travel Rating: T Pair: Malec (a bit of Jimon if you squint.) Words: 4.7k Fair Winds and Following Seas - The storm raging outside had been knocking the boat around like a toy in a tub for at least the past two hours. Even stuck below deck as he was, Magnus could tell just how severe the situation was by the way the unforgiving sea was beginning to seep through the cracks in the ship. He’d heard the men whisper about the monsters that lived in this part of the ocean since they’d first hauled him aboard and thrown him in the brig with every intention of turning him in at the next port for the bounty that the king had out on his head.  Square Filled: Accidental Marriage Rating: M Pair: Malec Words: 8K Six Impossible Things - All the stories are true. Angels and demons, sure. But actual gods? They weren’t supposed to exist. But a broken bracelet brings to light a secret Alec's held on to for longer than Magnus could have imagined. Square Filled: Free Space Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 6.2K Soothing Silver - The iridescent black scales that normally ran down the line of his boyfriend’s throat with stark contrast against his pale skin were lighter this morning, shining nearly silver in the morning sun.

Silver dragons were protectors at heart - what could be a better fit for Alec than that? Square Filled: Valentine's Day Rating: G Pair: Malec Words: 5.9K Around the World and Back Again - Flying internationally with a child alone at Christmas hadn’t been Alec’s greatest idea ever and when Max's favorite toy gets left behind on the plane, Alec fears the worst.

When the toy is finally located thanks to the wonders of social media, Alec finds that he gets more than just the return of his son's faithful friend. Square Filled: Single Parent Rating: T Pair: Malec (Pre-Relationship) Words: 5.8K A Matter of Semantics - “You’re a warlock,” Magnus said simply, his eyes trailing down to the exposed skin on Alec’s hand and the feather pattern that adorned it. “Not a Shadowhunter.”

Alec nodded, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he struggled to find the words that he’d never spoken aloud.

“I’ve never been,” He finally said, his voice quiet and timid in a way that had Magnus wanting to pull him into a hug and protect him from the world. “That’s why my parents keep me in the Institute. If the Clave knew…” Square Filled: Warlock Mark Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 14.8K The Secret Ingredient - “Step one, oven on,” he muttered to himself as he preheated the oven.

Step two, get your heart broken.

Step three, fall in love with the cute baker whose sweetness ran deeper than the cute flour-covered smile he'd greeted Magnus with. Square Filled: Blind Date Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 8.3K A Spark to a Flame - There was fire in his veins and it was burning him alive. He wanted to claw at his skin and let the cold December air into his body to relieve some of the heat inside of him. It wouldn’t work but he wanted to try. He’d try anything at this point.

An attack leaves Magnus fighting for his life but he manages to save himself in quite an unusual way. Square Filled: Rune Ceremony Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 7.8K In the Space of a Moment - “What makes you think that I’d protect you? You’re my captor, after all.”

“You did last night,” Magnus replied simply, staring the man down until the Shadowhunter averted his eyes and pushed himself to his feet with a sigh. “You said it yourself, Alexander. The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.” Square Filled: Enemies to Lovers Rating: M Pair: Malec Words: 15.7K In Everything and Nothing - “If the venom didn’t cause hallucinations and my memories from that night are indeed correct, I think you may have already found my knight in shining armor,” he told Isabelle as she set a plate of food in front of him and began to fix a second.

The warlock snorted and rolled her eyes. “Do me a favor and say that to Alec’s face when he wakes up, please.” Square Filled: Reverse Verse Rating: T Pair: Malec (Pre-Relationship) Words: 8.3K Trust Fall - Alec wonders what happened to his childhood friend - a boy with bright golden eyes who could move his toys as if by magic. When he begins to do some digging into the true purpose of the organization that they were both raised in, he is absolutely disgusted by what he finds.

Vowing to bring an end to the atrocities committed, Alec sets off to find Magnus and free him from the life that had been forced upon him. Square Filled: Undercover Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 2.8K Pretty Pretty Princess - “You did this, Fray,” Alec stated, sending an icy glare in the redhead’s direction. “What were you thinking?”

Clary was unable to take her eyes off the scene unfolding in front of her. “Well, I was thinking that you said you wanted a new game to try with Madzie, and Pretty Pretty Princess is a classic. I wasn’t expecting it to get so…heated.” Square Filled: Drunken Antics Rating: T Pair: Jimon, Malec Words: 2K Made and Meant To Look For You - A spiked drink at a party leads to a much needed conversation between Alec and Magnus about what forever really means. Square Filled: Drunk Confessions Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 3.3K More Than Meets the Eye - Five times Magnus thinks there's just something about Alec that looks familiar and the one time he realizes what it is. Square Filled: Coffee Shop AU Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 7.2K Through the Looking Glass - The discovery of a magic mirror leaves Rafael and Max trapped in each other's bodies. Their dads (the former head of the New York Institute and the current High Warlock of Brooklyn) try to find a way to switch them back.

It ends up working better than expected. Square Filled: Parent Trap AU (Chapter 1), Halloween Fic (Chapter 4), Fix It (Chapter 5), Secret Relationship (Epilogue) Rating: G Pair: Malec Words: 20.8K Burning Edges, Scars, and Stars - “If they were holding me illegally and didn’t have me in any of your paperwork, what makes you think that they went out of their way to take care of me?”

After years kept as an illegal prisoner, Guide Magnus Bane finds himself bonded to the one Sentinel that's been making sure no one else would suffer as he has. Square Filled: Hurt/Comfort (Chapter 1), Arranged Marriage (Chapter 2) Rating: T Pair: Malec Words: 17.9K For Laughs, For Luck, For the Unknown - Jace has a revelation...at perhaps the most inopportune time. Square Filled: Vampire Jace Rating: M Pair: Jimon, Malec Words: 3.5K Logan's Angels (Moodboard)

A fill for SH Bingo where Alex (Alec), Maggie (Magnus) and Jess (Jace) are Logan's (Lydia's) Angels.

#shadowhunters bingo #WE DID IT #malec #jimon #shadowhunters

[someonewhos-world]

Jett munches on the uncooked noodles of ramen. Jack looks at him like hes the reason why Chris accepted their auditions.

Jack has a glass eye. It's fake. His left eye,where the scarring is, is so fake. Tyler's walked in on his cleaning it in the confessional because yk, that's kind of also the bathroom. They both screamed.

Jett forgets hes the only one who has like. Prosthetics. On the plane. So when he pops his legs off very casually or when someone kicks him in the leg, he doesnt entirely react.

Both twins have tried to sabotage challenges during their time on team Victory. Again, as I mentioned in an earlier headcanon post, they didnt exactly have to because the team was losing anyway but they did sabotage it a little. Just a teensy bit.

Jett has caused at least one (1) uproar with uno. He even got Chris in on it. Someone got hit with something.

Genderbent??? Who said they arent feral when genderbent.

Jess almost shoved Simon to a feral Elizabeth. Almost. Never quite did it though. She did, however, lock him in the confessional and had to hold the door shut while Jace ushered Noelle and Jody to a picnic date on the place in the cargo hold.

Like, she had one foot planted on the wall,the other bracing on the ground while pulling on the door while Simon is banging on the door.

Genderbent or not, these two screamed when the scarabs were released and jumped into the other's arms.

Jack broke a nail once. Once. And didnt fucking notice because he was running on adrenaline during the Amazon episode, realized it and cried because a. His FINGERNAIL IS MISSING AND ITS SCARY AND HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO and b. THEY WERE ATTACKED BY GIANT CATERPILLARS AND HES ALL ITCHY AND EVERYTHING HURTS.

Jett literally would fight Sierra if he had a given chance. Maybe. But he knows for a fact that when a girl fights,She fights to kill,maim and rip you apart. Jett likes living. Jett likes having (most) of his limbs intact. Hes swell, hes good. Have a nice day ma'am.

Jack wont hesitate. He hesitates with children, gives them a very testy look that's like "try my patience, I dare you" and they back down. As for people older or around his age, square the fuvk up. Square up.

Jack keeps mostly to himself and just smiles when someone looks at him. He does this to mostly get people off his back because people will find it weird when you smile at them intentionally with no motive.

Jett just keeps his headphones on and mostly ignores people. He doesn't speak unless spoken to and even then sometimes he doesnt answer.

Jack cried when Jett was left behind in New York. He had to be held back by Owen so he didnt go after Jett who was sitting on the ground stunned.

Jett, on the other hand, was fuming and very worried for Jack. I'll write a short fic about them I promise

Jack almost lashed out at Chris for this and Alejandro convinced him not to, just to win for Jett and Jack just kind of was like ">:("

It's ok because they reunite and never leave each other's sides.

Jack rides with Noah!! In the ambulance and visits him. He might've had flashbacks of the accident but didnt really say anything. But that plane ride to Hawaii is lonely.

He wonders if Noah likes caramels.

Jack left Jett alone for like one night to go to work and he comes back and Jett goes "it's so funny, I like started choking on a gummy worm and vomited with how hard I was coughing" and Jack just screams "YOU WHAT ARE YOU OKAY????"

They're so chaotic I love them.

Jess doesnt mind doing her own makeup but Jace insists on matching eyeliners. So someone has pink eyeliner while the other has blue

Jess snaps her compact mirrors close so hard that both mirrors break. Jace has snapped her nail file at least twice.

Jack has nails. He scratches himself and others on accident. Jett trims them. They both have small hands.

SANITY WHAT SANITY I HAVE NONE

#total drama oc #oc headcanons #the wormshark speaks #my oc headcanons #giggling i looovveee them

[emjenwrites]

Updates 3/15/20 (posted un-proofread because its 4am and I need to sleep)

So I have a number of requests (like three) that I need to write. The next one on the list is a (probably fairly long) one for an AU where Kaz and Jordie both survive the Reaper’s Barge but each thinks the other is dead until Jordie returns to Ketterdam several years after CK. While I was at work today, I realized that given current world events this might not be a good time for this fic, so I think I’m going to table it for a couple months.

Good news is that means you’ll probably be seeing Roeder’s Fic in the next couple weeks and then I’ll probably start the post-s5 Tommy and Frances fic I’ve been wanting to write for ages. I was also thinking about actually writing the Jace Squared Fic too, so we’ll see what happens.

I’m currently planning to write my Fandom Trumps Hate gift during Camp NaNoWriMo in April, so maybe you’ll hear a bit more about that as I start outlining it. I’m not sure how much I should say about it, so for right now I’ll just say that its a Six of Crows fic set in a slight CK AU. I also don’t think its possible to write it well in the 5-10K I offered in the auction. I’m thinking it’ll end up being 20K, hence why I’m going to use Camp NaNoWriMo to the write it.

Tentatively, I’ve set myself the goal of getting to a particular fightingverse fic by next October. Counting Roeder’s Fic, I have to write eight 5K+ fanfics in this verse between now and then, which should theoretically be possible given how quickly I wrote most of what I currently have. Hopefully I won’t do something ridiculous like try to write the equivalent of Roeder’s Fic for every one of the Crows because that would add more fics to this lineup. There are more BLANK’s Fic style pieces planned (Minna, Espen, Baas and Vasilyev are all going to get one and I’m planning to adapt another fic in the outline into one for Kaz), and I have locations planned for a hypothetical Inej’s Fic and a hypothetical Wylan’s Fic though both are chronologically before What Are Words. I haven’t thought about where to place a Nina’s Fic or a Jesper’s Fic at all. Writing a fic for Nina might be hard given anything I do will be contradicted by KoS2 (I’ve actually been trying to write this series in a such a way that it can survive KoS2, but I’m probably still going to fail on that front), so I might put her fic off as long as possible.

Tbh I’m a bit annoyed by how linearly I’ve been writing the fightingverse. You’ll recall that when I wrote the Kaz Gets Pneumonia Fic last summer I was vehemently against continuing the plot I set up in the Kaz and Nina Bonding Fic because I didn’t think I’d ever finish it. However, once I committed to writing it what interested me was the idea of writing it in disconnected sections which eventually fit together to form a coherent whole. That’s obviously not what’s happening, because apparently I’m not a good enough plotter to figure out how to write a short story series in that way. Hey, at least I’m trying to mix the style up a little.

Long tangent short, I really hope I can get back into the swing of working on the fightingverse, because I really love some of the fics I have planned for later on and I want to see them finished.

First order of business, though, is a short (at least for me) fic where Ada cuts Tommy’s hair, though. I’m counting it as a request, though it’s going to be a thing more as a result of a conversation on the Peaky discord server I started about who cuts Tommy’s hair than as the result of a formal request.

Immediate Goals (aka rest of March goals)

Ada cuts Tommy’s hair Fic

Finish Roeder’s Fic (this fic has gotten unexpectedly long on me, what I have is currently 6K)

Post-s5 Tommy and Frances Fic

Outline FTH Fic

Beta-reading for @ravencyclebigbang

Less-Immediate but Still Immediate Goals (aka April goals)

Write FTH Fic

Get back into the swing with fightingverse (in a perfect world I’d make progress on it like I was making progress last summer, but I’m not sure I’ve got that level of insane productivity in me right now)

Continued beta-reading for @ravencyclebigbang (continuing onward until posting in June)

Long-Term Goals (aka May and after goals)

The Jordie Lives AU

Get to fightingverse Kanej Fic by October 2020

@grishaversebigbang 2020

Pipe-Dream Goals (aka this is an awesome idea but probably won’t happen goals)

I’d really like to write some Call Down the Hawk fanfic. I have an idea for a fic about Gansey and Blue chaining themselves to a tree, as well as something about Hennessy and sleep deprivation.

The Jace Squared Fic. I’d really like to write this before The Wicked Powers comes out, which doesn’t seem like it’d be hard but I have a poor track record with writing fics before they’re rendered obsolete by canon (something I should probably be worrying about with the Tommy and Frances fic too, tbh). 

Finally write a Warcross fanfic 😒(it’s going to happen someday...maybe)

I can’t decide if I want to write a platonic s5 Tommy and Jessie Eden fic or if I want someone else to write a platonic s5 Tommy and Jessie Eden fic so I can enjoy reading it.

I want to adapt a Declan hurt/comfort fic idea I came up with before cdth came out to be cdth compliant. I can’t decide if I want it to be pre-cdth and just be the Lynch brothers or post-cdth and therefore have Jordeclan.

Also one of the prompts submitted to @ravencyclebigbang asks for the story of Declan’s relationships with his three girlfriends named Ashley. As a person who used to ship Declan/Ashley (before Jordeclan and, you know, realizing “Ashley” is actually three different people), I feel like I am obligated to write this thing (even if it probably needs to be humor which I am no good at writing.)

Alright, fine, now that I have laid out my plans and goals so it can be clearly seen when I do not meet them, I will shut up. I wouldn’t expect this to be a regular thing given how poorly I’ve done at keeping up on Sneak Peak Sundays.

#tw coronavirus #jordie lives au #roeder's fic #fightingverse #fth 2020 fic #s5 tommy and frances fic #jace squared fic #tommy haircut fic #bluesey and eco-protest fic #the hennessy needs to sleep fic #s5 tommy and jessie fic #that one declan fic #(i can't remember what i originally used this tag for but this is too good not to use) #the declan x ashley cubed fic #the hideo and mari get kidnapped fic #the hideo almost dies fic #fightingverse kanej fic #minna's fic #espen's fic #baas's fic #vasilyev's fic #kaz's fic #inej's fic #wylan's fic #jesper's fic #nina's fic #emjen rambles

[bytheangell]

Come Around

( @shadowhunterbingo​ square: Shadowhunter!Raphael) (Read on AO3)

At this point, Jace’s trips to the New York Institute are numerous enough that the guards don’t bother to stop him at the door anymore. Instead, they allow him immediate (and unchaperoned) entry to go seek out Raphael Santiago, the current Head of the Institute.

Jace finds Raphael after a bit of asking around, but he isn’t alone. Raphael and Simon Lewis are both in the training room, shirts off, sweatpants riding low on their hips, and feet bare. Despite the fact that they’re both in the middle of an active bout, with Simon falling low to try and pull Raphael’s feet out from under him but Raphael managing an impressive leap over Simon’s rolling body to avoid him, they don’t look like they’ve been at it for too long. Neither one is out of breath, and the beginnings of a proper sheen of sweat are only starting to form on their exposed, rune-covered skin.

Not that the teasing sight isn’t just as enticing to Jace as a full show would’ve been.

Jace clears his throat loudly to announce his presence in the doorway. “As much as I hate to be the one to stop all of this-” Jace says, motioning between the two of them vaguely. “I do believe I was called here for an appointment. Though if you’d like to pay me to watch the two of you fight instead, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I could even referee”

Raphael’s the first to break away and slip his shirt back on, followed quickly by Simon. While they do that, Jace makes it a point to take off his leather jacket revealing only a tank top underneath. That action seems to throw both of the Shadowhunters off, though they hide it well - not well enough for Jace to not catch, however.

“Follow me,” Raphael says, and the words sound a bit forced. Jace follows dutifully behind, holding back on a million things he wants to say about this whole situation, his mind reeling with possibilities.

Once they’re in the Ops room Jace catches Simon, the younger Shadowhunter, staring at him… just like Simon has the last four times Jace stopped by the Institute for these suspiciously frequent ‘consultations’.

“Like what you see?” Jace asks with a wink. He tells himself that if it wasn’t for the fee he charges just to show up, he wouldn’t be standing inside the New York Institute for what has to be the sixth, possibly seventh, time that month. But if he’s being honest, he likes the attention and is more than a little curious to see how far he can push it.

Which is why this time Jace decides to strut around in a tank top, properly showing off the intricate design of wings marked across his shoulder blades and down his arms.

“No. I mean, yes, but I wasn’t… uh, nice tattoo,” Simon manages, earning him an eye-roll from Raphael who stands a little ways off from the two of them.

“It isn’t a tattoo, it’s my warlock mark,” Jace clarifies.

“Your warlock mark is a tattoo?” Simon asks, brows furrowing to form a crease in the middle of his forehead that Jace finds endearing. He does his best to ignore that discovery.

“No,” Jace says, with the sort of smirk that gives away how much he was counting on Simon’s exact reaction to allow him the dramatic flourish of the proper warlock mark reveal he planned all along. “This is my warlock mark.”

Most warlocks hid their marks, masking them from even their closest companions almost all of the time. In fact, most warlocks kept them glamoured so often they almost forgot they were there at all, as keeping them a secret becomes more natural than wearing them openly.

Jace makes it a point to not be like most warlocks.

In fact, he doesn’t even spare a glance to see if anyone else is around to see them before pulling the tank top off over his head and allowing the black wing markings to peel away from his skin, unfolding and shifting into a broad expanse of golden wings.

Jace notes with a certain smugness that even Raphael’s eyes widen a little at the display. Simon, on the other hand, is full-on gaping.

“Please put your shirt back on, Mr. Herondale,” Raphael finally recovers.

“I didn’t see any ‘No shoes, no shirt, no service’ signs on the front door,” Jace points out. “In fact, I was treated to the sight of you shirtless in the training room when I arrived. It only seems polite to return the favor.” Of course, Jace knows he should put his shirt back on in the middle of the main operations room, but his line between what’s acceptable and what’s not is dangerously thin when he’s flirting, and now he’s definitely flirting.

“This isn’t the training room,” Raphael counters, but with a twitch of a smile. “But Simon could show you there if you’re so determined to keep it off?”

Now Jace is certain that he isn’t the only one flirting. In fact, playing back through the last few visits with Raphael and Simon in his head, he’s suddenly very aware that each one was a deliberate set-up to get the three of them in the same room together. His original guess of Shadowhunters trying to inconvenience him couldn’t have been more wrong, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

“Up for a spar, Simon? Winner pays for drinks?” Jace is confident enough in his read on the situation to risk adding, “For the three of us?”

Simon spares a quick consulting glance at Raphael before turning back to Jace and nodding eagerly. “You’re on.”

Half an hour later, when Jace wins the bout with a tap to Simon’s nose accompanied by a smug, “Boop boop” that draws a burst of laughter from where Raphael stands along the wall, Jace is very, very glad he didn’t make that excuse to not show up today.

#raphael santiago #jace herondale #simon lewis #raphael x jace x simon #shadowhunters #rjs #hmdiscord #ShadowhunterBingo #did I take my Raphael square and make it Jace-centric? I SURE DID #but i also had this bit of fic I wanted to use for ages and it fit even if it wasn't Raphael-centric so here we are #STILL COUNTS #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #long post

[holylulusworld]

JDM Omegaverse Bingo masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

(Please consider none of the stories is available yet.)

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

(Please consider none of the stories is available yet.)

Stories written for@jdmorganomegaversebingo​

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut

Square 1: ??? (??? x Reader): “Bad Things” Jace Everett

Square 2: ??? (??? x Baker!Reader): Bakery AU

Square 3: ??? (??? x Reader): Slow Burn

Square 4: ??? (Alpha!John  x Omega!Reader): Mating Rituals

Square 5: ??? (??? x Reader): Claiming

Square 6: ??? (??? x Reader): Free Space

Square 7: ? ??? (??? x Reader): “There’s no man, alive or dead, who’s going to fault you for living.”

Square 8: ? ??? (??? x Reader): Courting

Square 9: ??? (??? x Reader): Mutual Pining

Square 10: Mine (Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader): “You belong to me.”

Square 11: ??? ( Alpha!Winchesters (John, Dean, Sam) x !Omega!Reader - no Wincest): Polyamory

Square 12: ??? (??? x Reader): Detective AU

Square 13: ??? (??? x Reader): Nesting

Square 14: ??? (??? x Reader): Huddling for warmth

Square 15: His favorite (Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader): True Mates

Square 16: ??? (??? x Reader): “Bad Moon Rising” CCR

Text Divider by @firefly-graphics

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

#Jeffrey Dean Morgan #jdmorganomegaversebingo #john winchester #negan #jason crouse #alpha!negan x omega!reader #alpha!john winchester

[livexdolan]

The Cage - Part One

A/n: so hi! This is a UFC based fic about Grayson Dolan. This is an AU with an OC. There is no face claim as of now but they might change idk. I’m not going to ramble lol I’m just very very nervous. Anywho please enjoy and let me know what you think! There will be many parts to this series by the way lol so this part is kind of slow but just wait aha

Word Count: 5924

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, explicit language, and triggering topics (maybe?) mentioned

“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be famous- never telling anyone but I’ve always wanted to know- wanted to get in the head of someone famous and see what they go through- but I could’ve never guessed this was how I was going to find out.

It all started when I was 22, fresh out of college, with a crappy assistant job at a publishing company in Los Angeles, California. Having been stuck at this job for almost three years and never even having my articles read, I was starting to lose hope that I would never be more than an assistant. Until one day…”

“Lily! Get in here! And bring me a coffee!” I scurry to Mr. Lane’s office, clutching the coffee I had just gone and grabbed for him, stopping by my desk to grab my notebook and pen.

I opened his glass door and put his coffee down on his desk, pushing up my glasses as I opened my notebook and clicked my pen, looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he needed me to do. He looks at me, his eyes bright at first but quickly losing their color and he sighs as though he’s already exasperated, “What is this?” He holds up a copy of a story I had put on his desk.

Oh jeez, another rejection. I push my glasses up again and start to stutter out an explanation in a quiet voice, “Well, I-I heard you talking to some of the reporters about need-needing a new story for next week's issue and well, I-I already had an idea so I thought I’d-” He cuts me off with a quick raise of his hand and a stoic look on his face, giving nothing away.

“Look,” he sighs and rubs his face with both hands before continuing, “It’s not a bad story, but it’s a half-baked idea. That’s your problem. That’s why you haven’t gotten a byline yet- you can never deliver a full idea- let alone a full article, do you understand?”

I look down, refusing to let him see my cheeks burn red and my eyes water. This is what he says every time I give him an idea. “Do you want to be a journalist?” He questions.

I make eye contact with him quickly lifting my head and squaring my shoulders to try and seem more confident, “More than anything, sir.”

“Well then, I have a proposition for you.” He gets up from his chair, his tall, lean body going to perch on the corner of his desk as he looks up at me his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, “I’ll give you a lead, and if you can follow through and get me a full 12000-word article by Monday, you can keep your job and I might throw you a lead here and there. But if you fail to deliver…” He pauses momentarily, thinking over his next words carefully, “you lose your job.”

I gasp and try to reason with myself for a second, making a mental pro-con list before replying quietly, “What’s the article on?”

He shakes his head and smirks lightly, filling my stomach with more unease, “No, you have to agree to the proposition. Then, I will tell you the story.”

Can I do this? Can I risk everything? I mean, that’s what my life’s been so far, a lot of risks and sacrifices. But is this a sacrifice I’m willing to make?

What would mom do? I sigh, “O-ok. Okay, I accept. Now, what’s the story?”

He claps his hands together excitedly and looks up at me with a boyish grin, he moves swiftly behind his desk and grabs an envelope, handing it to my shaky hands, “Grayson Dolan, he fights tonight here at the arena, go with a press pass, get an interview with him and ask him a couple of questions. Oh, and make sure we get a quote.”

I stare at him open-mouthed, frozen to my spot, “What? The Grayson Dolan?! You and I are both very aware that he refuses to do interviews. This isn’t even possible.” I say without trying to raise my voice too much.

Jace just leans back in his desk chair, lacing his fingers together and putting them behind his head, “Not my problem- it’s yours now. If I don’t have that story in my hand Monday morning, just pack your things up and leave, got it?” He smirks up at me.

I just silently walk out of his office and back to my desk, sitting down and putting my head against the cool wood surface. I don’t know if I want to cry or punch myself in the face.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“And then he told me that if I accept- but fail to give him a story- I lose my job!”

“Wow! I never liked that guy, you know. He gives off such- such a douchebag vibe.”

I can’t help but chuckle at my dad’s voice dropping a little, he hasn’t been big on cursing since mom passed. At first, it was weird because both my parents cussed when I was growing up. But after mom passed, dad decided that, ‘there’s enough hate in the world’ and that he’s not going to add to it with foul language.’

“I know Dad, but what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t accept it! You should never risk your whole career on whether or not some guy is feeling up to an interview!”

“Ok, one-” I start, “it is not just some guy! This is Grayson Dolan! And two,” I lower my voice and chew my lip, a bad habit I picked up in middle school, “I already agreed.”

“Of course you did!” he sounds exasperated and I pull my phone away from my ear a little out of reflex, “You are just like your mother, you know that?” he sighs and the line goes quiet.

“Daddy?” I whisper into the phone. He stays silent. It’s my turn to sigh and fall back onto my couch. I mutter into the phone, “He wouldn’t tell me the story until I accepted. I have to go get ready, I’ll talk to you after the match. I’ll be sitting ringside so look for me, ok?”

“Ok, I will. I’m still not happy about this.”

“I know Dad, you’re not happy with two-thirds of the things I do.”

That gets a reluctant chuckle out of him, “I guess you’re right. Good luck, by the way. If anyone can get an interview out of Dolan- it’d be you. And if you can’t, your childhood bedroom would love to have you back.”

“Ha-ha. Thanks. I love you.”

“Love you too baby, I’ll see you soon?”

“Dad,” my stomach drops at his hopeful voice and I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth, “Maybe, bye.”

I hang up the phone before he can say anything and I sink into the couch.

I wake with a start, my neck sore from the back of the couch. Oh no. I grab my phone in a haste, I turn it on and my whole body sags in relief when the time shows up; 6:45.

I have about an hour and a half to get ready, that’s enough time!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Wrong. Very wrong. I feel a wave of heat wash over me, igniting my anxiety as I look at the time on my phone; 7:45.

I quickly put on my normal, light makeup consisting of moisturizer, skin tint, blush on my cheeks and nose, giving me an almost sunburnt look. I shape my eyebrows a little, fix my glasses, and put on my chapstick. I quickly brush out my short, wavy hair and clip back the front parts. I shake my head slightly to get my bangs in place and do one last check in the mirror before heading to my closet.

Too pink. Too casual. Too tight. Too- ugh where did I even get that from? I start moving the hangers faster, getting frustrated with my lack of options. I move past a pastel purple dress- wait. I go back to the dress and grab it off the rod, holding it up in the light.

When did I buy this? My eyebrows furrow as I look at the beautiful and delicate dress that I must’ve forgotten about. I pull it off the hanger and slowly put it on, saying a silent prayer that it fits.

I smooth the soft material out and look in the mirror. I’m pleasantly surprised by how the dress fits. It’s silk with spaghetti straps and is a lilac color with little flowers all over it.

I don’t have time to overthink my outfit now. I throw on my roommate’s white Timberlands, grab my black purse, making sure my ID, wallet, and phone are all tucked safely inside. I grab my press pass and put the lanyard around my head carefully.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out to the living room where my roommate is sitting waiting for me to come out.

I clear my throat and try not to look too awkward. Ryan looks up from her MacBook and gasps, tossing her laptop onto the couch next to her, she moves over to me, her long legs gracefully walking around the coffee table.

She investigates every part of my outfit, making me feel small and self-conscious. Before I can stop myself, I start rambling in a quiet tone, “Is-is this too much? Do you th-think it looks okay?”

She grasps my shoulders and a wide smile makes its way onto her face, “Of course, you look amazing!” I smile at her and she winks at me, “When that pretentious ass sees you- he might want to do more than just let you interview him.”

I snort and roll my eyes and she laughs, “Yeah right,” I mumble.

She walks over to our coat rack and pulls off a small black cardigan, “Here, I know it gets cold in there,” I smile gratefully and take it from her, folding it over the crook of my arm and taking a deep breath.

I start to walk towards the door and she calls my name, I look back at her as I open the door, “You look hot Lil- knock ‘em dead,” I smile at her and nod, walking out before I get sappy.

I pull into the busy parking lot of the arena and gulp down my bubbling anxiety. I find a parking spot, towards the back of the lot seeing as I don’t get bothered by having to walk a little. I go up to the line, seeing a sign that says, ‘PRESS ENTRANCE HERE’ I smile at the worker looking at me and pointing to the Press sign and then at my pass hanging around my neck, he nods.

I go towards the other entrance and show a different security guard my pass and he opens a door for me, I smile up at him, “Thank you-” I glance at the small name tag, “Don.” He blushes slightly and coughs.

I blush too and walk through the door quickly. I realize that I’m ‘backstage’ and can hear the fans cheering for one of the main card fights happening. I check my small watch and see that it’s going to be another hour or so before Grayson Dolan fights.

I take another deep breath and start walking forward, trying not to look like a lost puppy and failing when a man wearing a UFC crew shirt comes over to me with furrowed brows, “Who’re you looking for?”

I look at him, his deep voice vibrating against the walls, “Grayson Dolan,” I answer back.

He gives me a once-over and I try not to make a face when he meets my eyes and smirks, “Oh, he’ll like you.” I furrow my brows but decide not to question it as he points down a long hallway, “Four doors down, take a right, then the last door on the left is him- the one that’ll say, Grayson Dolan.” I thanked him even though he was a bit rude, and made my way down.

Once I turn down the hallway I see someone sitting outside one of the rooms on a single chair. I make my way closer and my heart drops into my stomach when I see it’s a girl sitting outside Grayson Dolan’s room, “Hello? Are-Are you okay?”

The girl looks up at me from her phone and gives me a once-over, except it’s different from the way the worker did- she looks annoyed with me. She stands up, her high heels making her about an inch or two taller than me, “Who are you?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage up.

I cough to clear my throat a little, taken back by her abrasive tone, “I’m a reporter- Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, and if you’re here for Grayson Dolan- he won’t talk to you.”

“I- I’m sorry, why do you say that?” The woman steps closer to me and I try not to gag at the smell of her cheap, overused perfume. I step back from her and she straightens up slightly, glowering at me.

“Just run along, maybe you’ll understand when you’re grown,” She says, looking back at her phone, when she glances up and sees I’m not leaving she rolls her eyes, “Grayson Dolan doesn’t talk to reporters. I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t actually a reporter anyway, you’re probably just here to fuck him, huh? Get in line,” She laughs.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t understand why she’s being so rude and malicious towards me but I have to get this interview. I can’t let people like her bring me down anymore. When she gives me a fake smile and sits back down, I decide to be the bigger person. Not snapping back at her and ignoring her. Because she doesn’t know me and she doesn’t know what I’ve been through.

The door opens before I can say anything anyways and we both look over, startled. A man looks over at us, then turn and glances back inside the room before he nods, looking at me, and asking what my name is, “Lily Taylor, here with Ace Publis-” I try to tell him but he cuts me off opening the door wider and my eyes widen as he tells me to come in. I try to keep from laughing when the girl asks if she can come in but he just shakes his head at her, I turn around quickly before he shuts the door, “If I were you- I wouldn’t lie to others and say you’re around his age, it’s very obvious that you’re old enough to be his mom,” And the door shuts on her shocked face.

I realize my heart is pounding in my ears and that is probably the meanest thing I’ve ever done, “I should probably apologize,” I whisper to myself and jump slightly when I hear a deep chuckle.

“What can I help you with, Ms. Taylor?” My shoulders tense at the familiar voice and I turn around slowly, facing a couch with a very amused Grayson Dolan sitting on it.

“I- I’m so sorry for being so rude to her. I didn’t mean to be.”

“Why do you think I’d care about her? She’s been sitting out there for two hours,” He laughs and I think he caught the raise of my eyebrow but ignores it, “I asked you once, Ms. Taylor, I don’t like repeating myself.” He reminds me of his question.

I square my shoulders, “I’m here with Ace Publishing & Co., I would love if you could answer some questions for me,” I smile at him, trying to come off as friendly.

His amused expression drops and he scoffs, “You’re one of them? God- here I was hoping you were a die-hard fan. Was going to make you feel very special,” He smirks at me and I scrunch my nose out of habit at his gross words. I quickly stop, realizing I need this, “Frank- show Ms. Taylor out please,” He sighs, and my eyes widen and I stick my hands out and Frank stops moving for a second.

“Wait! Wait! Please I-” Frank huffs at my refusal to move and grabs my arm as I move closer to Grayson, “Please. I wouldn’t be this adamant if I didn’t need this. Please. My career is counting on this moment. Please, I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to, please,” I put my hands in a pleading gesture, hoping he’d take pity.

He holds his hand up to Frank and he lets go of my arm, I sigh and straighten up a little, hoping to gain back some of the dignity I seemed to have lost, “What do you mean?” He cocks his head to the side curiously and I blush, glancing at the ground.

“My boss he uh- he told me that if I don’t get at least a quote from you I can kiss my job goodbye and well, it’s not the best job but I’ve worked my ass off to get where I’m at and he’s being unfair and I understand that this isn’t your problem and I understand why you don’t like to talk to interviewers-”

He cuts me off, “You know why I don’t talk to interviewers?” I look up at him and nod meekly, “Why? Explain it to me,” he crosses his arms and I think he might be upset with me.

I look back down at the ground and take a breath, glancing back up at him through my lashes, “You don’t do interviews because doing an interview is personal and revealing. You’re scar- scared to let the world see who the Grayson Dolan is because you don’t think they’ll like you as much.”

He cocks his eyebrow and uncrosses his arm, sighing, looking away from me to the wall, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he contemplates for a minute, “You got like 20 minutes to ask me whatever you want, and no stupid questions that all the interviewers ask, okay?” I nod and move to sit in the chair next to the couch.

“Do you mind if I record this? I’d like to keep this paper-free, meaning I don’t have a notebook out and try to write everything down. We’re just going to have a conversation and let it flow. I can stop recording at any time if you say something you’d like erased. I’m not here to expose you, just here to get to know you. As a person. Not as a fighter. I’m not going to ask you anything about how being a fighter’s been or what your inspiration is. I’m going to ask you about you. As a whole. Because the UFC is not your personality,” I explain to him, pulling my phone out and pulling up my voice memos app and looking back up to him, waiting for an answer.

He stares at me until finally, I say his name quietly, hoping he’s okay, he blinks and flushes, shifting, “Sorry, y-yeah, that’s okay. I just- I didn’t expect you to be like- acting like a human.”

I laugh and start recording, “Maybe that means I’m a bad journalist? I don’t know- I feel like it’s easier to connect and get the questions in without papers and cameras and all that other stuff.”

(this part is going to be a dialogue as though we are just listening to the recording)

“That makes sense, and no I can tell you’re going to be great, you treat me like I’m just- a guy, which doesn’t happen often.”

“I bet, you don’t deserve that though. Okay, I’m going to start us off with some icebreakers- so tell me what your childhood dream job was, your favorite ice cream flavor, and 3 things you do on the weekends.”

“Oh, jeez, what is this- first day of 6th grade? Fine- Uh, I always wanted to be a pro wrestler, that was my dream job as a kid. My favorite- vegan- ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip. And, uhm, three things I do on the weekends...okay okay I got it; eat, sleep, workout. Now you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Miss Reporter. If you want this to flow you gotta participate as well.”

“Okay, fine. Uh- as a kid I always wanted to be a veterinarian, and then when I was like 10 I realized I wanted to be a writer. My favorite ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip as well. And on the weekends...I’d probably say; read, watch fights with my dad, and drink tea with my best friend at a cafe.”

“Every single weekend?”

“Yeah, my dad lives on the other side of the country so we do a FaceTime call and watch UFC together. My roommate has a job that takes up a lot of her time during the week so we go to this small cafe by our house every weekend.”

“Wow.”

(this is where the rest of the interview would be but, for later in the timeline, we aren’t going to cover every question she asks him :))

“Okay, now tell me about your family. Where you grew up, were your parents married, did you have a dog, and how do you think this all helped make you the man you are today?”

“I grew up in New Jersey; my dad left when I was 10. I’m allergic to dogs and cats, so I have a parrot named Gizmo. My mom never remarried and my sister lives with her. My brother and I moved to LA when we were 18, with no money, no job, just hope. We went to a gym and asked them if they’d train us. The next thing I knew, my brother was getting a job working at the gym and becoming one of my trainers. I learned how to fight and used my wrestling experience and worked my way into the UFC.”

“You didn’t answer my last question.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you told me how you got started in the UFC. I don’t want to know about that- everyone knows that story already. I want to know how you think the things you went through as a child have shaped you as a person.”

“I- I guess- I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t think much of who I’ve become so that question is hard to answer.”

“Why do you say that? You are one of the most accomplished men in America.”

“To others, but this- I wasn’t supposed to be a fighter. Everyone sees me as accomplished but I just feel like this was an accident. There was no great event in my life that caused me to become an MMA fighter- it just happened.”

“You don’t believe in fate, Mr. Dolan?”

“No, I don’t. Do you, Ms. Taylor?”

“Yes, I believe that we all have a path we are meant to follow and that everything happens for a reason.”

“Why?”

“Because- I don’t know- it’s nicer than the alternative to me, I guess. I don’t want to live in a world where nothing has a reason behind it. We’ll move on to the next question. You don’t disclose personal information; relationships, family, children, etcetera.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Why is that? Are you afraid?”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“The same reason I said earlier as to why you don’t like interviews; you are scared people will see the real Grayson Dolan and not like you as much or think you’re different.”

“Are you like- a profiler or something? Why do you think that?”

“I’m not a profiler- I’m a journalist. It’s my job to look for clues, pick up on the small things about someone no one else would notice.”

“Ok, I’ll accept that. Is it my turn to ask you questions?”

“No that’s not how this works.”

“You said you wanted this to be like a normal conversation, did you not?”

“Yes, I did say that, but-”

“Okay, well, I don’t know about you but normally when I’m getting to know someone- I get to ask questions just like they do.”

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I want to know...if you’ll go out with me?”

“What? Like on a- like on a date?”

“Yes, a date, Ms. Taylor.”

“Uh- I don’t know, maybe, I-”

“30 minutes to the fight, Dolan! Gotta get you warmed-up!”

(the story is back to normal now)

“So?” He questions as he stands up and I try to gather all my stuff. Trying to push down the butterflies while I stop the recording. I just continue to get more flustered, especially when he puts his hand out for me and I shyly take it, he pulls me to my feet and I stare at him through my lashes.

“I- sure. On one condition,” I smile slyly up at him and he raises an eyebrow at me, I ignore the unfamiliar feeling between my thighs at the look on his face and continue quickly, “You have to win this fight. I’ll be in the front row watching. If you win- I’ll go out with you.”

He smiles and then chuckles, “I thought you were going to make it hard? I could win this fight in my sleep baby, I’ll let you know the time after the fight, just stick around, yeah?”

I snort and roll my eyes, ignoring the pull on my heart when he calls me baby, “I’ll be there,” He smiles at me again and I jump a little in surprise when I feel his warm, large hand on the small of my back, he opens the door for me and leads me into the hallway.

I try not to laugh at the face of the Instagram model when she sees Grayson’s hand on me, “I’ll be looking for you in the front row, just so you know.” He teases.

I smile at him and kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll be the one cheering the loudest. Knock Em dead!” I walk away quickly and glance back seeing him standing there, his right hand gently going up to touch the spot I kissed and we both blush. My heart drops into my stomach when he looks over and sees the model. I have to turn the corner and get to my seat so I don’t see how he reacted. He wouldn’t sleep with her right after asking me out, would he? My subconscious snaps back; you barely know the man! Maybe he does this all the time! I push her down and ignore the bad feeling in my gut.

As I sit down in my seat, everything that just happened hits me and I slouch into my seat, what. the. fuck. I’m going on a date with Grayson Dolan! I got an interview with Grayson Dolan! I kissed Grayson Dolan on the cheek! I bite back a smile and take out my phone, taking a video showing me smiling at the camera, then flipping the camera around and showing off how close I am to the octagon. I sent it to my dad quickly.

He responds almost immediately.

*From Daddy: Wow!! So cool! Have tons of fun! Not too much though! Not ready to be a grandpa...yet ;)

I snort and roll my eyes, responding and then turning my phone off when the lights in the arena dim.

*To Daddy: Lmao, shut up. I’ll try to have fun though! The main card is starting! I’ll talk to you later, love you <3

After I watch a few of the fights before Graysons’, I take some pictures and jot down some information about the fights and who won, knowing it’ll add more substance to my piece.

I watch as the whole arena transforms and the whole place is bursting with barely-contained energy and the place goes dark. Suddenly, lights start beaming and music starts playing, I smile at the Kid Cudi (each fight he uses a different Cudi song) choice for tonight- Enter Galactic as it blasts through the speakers everyone goes wild, Grayson moving swiftly to the octagon with his head low and singing the song softly to himself. I can tell he’s not the same Grayson I was talking to, he has flipped the switch- as he told me he does- and is now The Grayson Dolan- UFC Fighter and Champion.

He takes his shirt off and I blush at his tan skin, the rippling muscles making my brain go straight in the gutter. The ‘doc’ pats him down and puts vaseline on his face. I try not to laugh at how weird he looks with his eyebrows slicked down.

He makes his way into the octagon and I see him scanning the front row when his eyes land on mine. I smile at him but he just gives me a curt nod in response before turning away. I’m taken aback by his attitude but I know he has to stay in his fighter mentality.

The other fighter, Dominick Reyes, comes in and he has a good amount of people cheer for him but the majority of the arena boos when he comes out. I know that having some of how this fight goes in my article will make it look better because it’s such a big deal, so I jot some notes down, some about Grayson and some about Reyes.

I subconsciously chew on my nail, scolding myself when I realize what I’m doing. He’s going to win. I tell myself to calm down, I’ve never been to a fight before so the chaotic and anxiety-filled energy around me must be getting to my head.

The ref announces them both, and then they go to the middle, Grayson goes to touch Reyes’ fist, but Reyes pulls back and smirks at Grayson, “C’mon pretty boy,” he sings.

Grayson’s jaw clenches and he starts moving around the octagon, Reyes slowly falling into a pattern of chasing him around. Grayson continues to step to the right until suddenly, he moves to the left, and Reyes doesn’t see it. I watch in astonishment as he puts all of his power into the punch, hitting Reyes perfectly on the temple. Reyes drops to the ground and Grayson’s about to follow him to the mat but the ref stops him, officially calling the fight. Grayson looks over at me, my mouth hanging wide open and he smirks, winking at me.

That asshole just winked at me.

I stand up quickly, cheering loudly with everyone else and he shakes his head, turning back to his team as they run into the octagon to hug him. Once Grayson is done with everything and the crowd starts shuffling out, Grayson comes over to me, “D’you see that?” He smiles and I smile back.

“Yeah, yeah, I saw,” He chuckles and grabs my arm pulling me into him.

I gasp as I hit his hard, sweaty chest, “You’re sweaty,” I scrunch my nose up and try to pull away but he tightens his grip, staring down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You owe me a date,” He responds and I roll my eyes, ignoring the hammering of my heart at how close we are to each other.

“What time and where?” I say, acting bored.

He chuckles down at me, “I’ll pick you up at 5:30. This Saturday. Just bring your beautiful self and don’t worry about anything else.”

“What’s the dress code?” I raise my eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Whatever you want to wear, although I’ll tell you right now they might frown upon you wearing lingerie or something like that.”

I snort and as he moves away from me a little and we start walking behind his team I realize that I’m a lot colder than I realized, rubbing my arms subconsciously and realizing that I left my sweater in the car damn it.

Grayson notices me rubbing my arms and bumps my shoulder, “You cold?”

“A little. I have a sweater in the car, I’ll be fine.”

He frowns as he opens the door to his dressing(?) room, “I have a jacket you can wear.”

He goes over to a chair in the corner and grabs a big, soft black jacket with DOLAN on the back and the UFC and Reebok logo on the front. I shake my head, “No, r-really it’s- it’s okay,”

“Just take it, you can give it back later, s’not a big deal, I don’t need it. I’m way too hot right now.”

He hands it over to me and I look down at it in his hands and then glance back at him, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes and comes over to me, putting it on my shoulders and looking down at me, “Just wear it. Please?” He whispers and I flush, seeing that if I moved too fast our lips would be touching.

I nod softly and he steps back. I take a deep breath and put my arms through the sleeves and the jacket immediately warms me. I relax into the warmth and pull it tighter around me and he smirks, “Like you in my clothes.”

I blush and look down, “I- I should be goi-going,” I point my thumb at the door and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Saturday then?”

I nod and stutter out a response as I walk back to the door, “Y-yep! 5:30! Wait- I didn’t give you my address o-or my phone num-Ow!” I yelp in surprise when the door handle digs into my lower back and he can’t hold back his laugh as he walks over to me, trapping me between him and the door.

I swallow at his large frame covering me up, his arms resting on each side of the wall by my head, I can see his large biceps and the veins running up his arms in my peripheral vision. He smirks and leans down, “Check your pocket,” he says softly and I look up at him with furrowed brows.

I slowly move my hands to the jacket pockets and after digging around a little I feel a small piece of paper in the right pocket. I pull it out and open it up. I glance up at him in surprise at the digits scribbled onto the paper.

“H-How did you- why-” He cuts me off by moving away from me, my body on fire from how close he had been to me.

I move off the door when he motions for me to move and he opens the door, “Ms. Taylor,” He says, trying to hide a smirk.

I scoff incredulously and walk past him, stopping outside the door in the cold hallway, I turn back to look at him before I walk away to go have a panic attack in my car, “Mr. Dolan.”

A/n: okayyy so I know it’s bad and I’ll be editing it soon but I’m posting this on an ipad lmfao so please cut me some slack.

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[antisocial-af]

Interrupted by spoons - G - SFW, Prank War, Friendship, Fluff. - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood.  

Square Used: Curses

Homework, Pentagrams, and Tiny Demons - T - Fluff, Magic Misshaps, Cute Max Lightwood-Bane, Protective Rafael Lightwood-Bane. - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood.

Square Used: Pentagrams

1x13: A Bastian Fix-it - T - Fix-it, Angst, Politics, Slight Fluff. - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood. 

Square Used: ‘Fix-it’

Late Night Coffee - G - Jalec, Fluff, SFW, Alternative Universe. - Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland.

Square Used: ‘This World Inverted’

First Hunt - T - Hurt/Comfort, Slight Angst, Protective Charms. - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood.

Square Used: Hunt

Lost Bet - M - NSFW, Smut, First Meetings, Lingerie, Light Dom/Sub. - Magnus Bane/ Alec Lightwood. 

Square Used: Mundane AU

One Line at a Time - G - First Meetings, Meet Cute, Holiday Fluff, SFW. - Lorenzo Rey/Andrew Underhill. 

Square Used: Friends Got Them Together

The Dangers of Petting a Cat - G - Demon Simon Lewis, Demonic Possession, Attempt at Humor, SFW, Meet Ugly? Saphael. - Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago. 

Squares Used: First Time, Traveling, &Cursed Items.

A Chance at Forever - T - Angst with a Happy Ending, Immortality Issues, Time Travel, Good Friends Ragnor & Catarina. - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood. 

Square Used: Time Travel, Misunderstandings, & Free Space. 

Well that is all for my Bingo for this year! I had so much fun. Kinda sad I only got a bit over half of my squares done but hopefully next year I will get a full card done. 

Thank you to the wonderful @brightasstars. I believed that she beta’d 90% of my fics for this event. She is amazing to have in your corner with her constant support and motivation. I couldn’t of finished most of these fics without her help. 

#antisocialaf #shadowhunterbingo #shbingo #shadowhunter bingo masterpost #hmdiscord #malec #jalec #saphael #fanfiction

[finditagain24]

This is my fill for the Bodyswap square, created for @shadowhunterbingo.

I wanted to get this out in celebration of the COI release day! Originally this was meant to be accompanied by a Clary/Simon/Jace fic, but for now that shall remain as a WIP. Here is a small snippet of what’s to come:

It starts off as a gentle press of lips. And yet, though Jace is more confused than anything else, gentle isn’t what he wants from Simon. He takes hold of his waist and pulls him tighter, prying his tongue in between Simon’s lips and licking the roof of his mouth.

Simon gasps, mouth going slack against his for just a second before he’s redoubling his efforts and kissing back just as hard. Jace strives to put everything into the kiss. He’s asking for everything with no holdbacks because in the back of his mind he knows this is the only time he’ll ever get to feel this. 

They stay melded together until Jace can feel his chest burning and he gently pulls away. When they separate Simon is looking at him funny, and it takes him a second to notice that Simon is much taller than him.

“Are you okay Clary?” Simon asks, looking directly at Jace with a furrowed brow. 

Jace looks down and finds himself looking at slim arms that definitely don't belong to him, attached to a figure that he can only describe as small. Oh Fuck.

He’s not in his own body.

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