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My literal reaction when I saw this

I can't physically do this anymore I CAN'T OKAY?!

Someone needs to stop him

EWAN STOP IT'S NOT A JOKE ANYMORE GO BACK TO YOUR CAVE WE NEED A BREAK

Ewan speaking French

Of course we still love him BUT is there any way I could maybe call his mum I need to have a serious conversation with her about it

this untouchable face

I'm sorry- THE HAIR 😭 NO PLS NO WHY

Also harry my love go out in the sun shirtless you need to tan your face is darker

EITHER WAU HE LOOKS SO GODDAMN FIINEEE

this untouchable face

I really want to fix his eyebrows 😭... PLS HARRY LET ME DO IT PLS

this untouchable face

He's actually looking at me

whatever you say beautiful

I'm going feral rn

Oh..OH WELL...

Oh..OH WELL...

THIS IS NOT A JOKE I'M BEGGING

Guys I can't take it anymore I need a break

Yeah please, it's not funny I can't take It anymore

omfg someone stop him

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING PLEASEE!!!

WOWOOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWO

SHUT UP AND TAKE A LOOK AT HIS HANDS!!

(S)CREAMING CRYING KICKING MY FEET ROLLING MY EYES ON THE BACK OF MY SKULL RN

I WANNA RIP MY SKIN OFF

THE SMILE HIS HANDS GODD HIS EYES JFBDSVXVV

WOWOOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWO

Iced coffees at 9pm just hitd different

my heart pls

Not a one time thing

r.q: being friends with benefits, with jace where you both end up drunk at a party and end up having sx and the next day you guys laugh it off and forget abt it. but jace starts to crave you more and first you’re hesitant about it, but then you guys agree on friends with benefits. now you guys js randomly whenever you’re stressed or in the mood and calling eachother in the middle of the night. jace starts to catch feelings and like fights the urge to say ily while they’re doing it. and then they js like end up together idk. but you’re like my fav jace writer rn

w.c: 1k

c.w: slight nsfw, sweet jace, mutual pining, fwb to lovers, cute little drabble, not proofread, written with f!reader in mind but is basically gn!reader

You thought your slip up with Jace would be a one time thing, that after the two of you walk out of the party laughing about it that that would be it. Yet not even two nights later you’re staring down at a “are you up?” text from him. You don’t answer him, texting him back in the morning and saying you had been asleep and asking him what he needed, he had said it was nothing and he ‘figured it out’ but that just left you way too curious.

Yet when he shows up at your house at two am with his puppy dog eyes and a rock between his legs you let him push you on the couch and let him have you once again. When you wake up and he’s making breakfast in your kitchen shirtless you decide to lay down some ground rules to quell the pounding of your heart.

Strictly friends with benefits. No feelings attached. exclusively one another, definitely a rule in place just to avoid stds, no other reason. Arrangement must be broken off is one of you begins to like someone else.

Sounds easy enough. Its a good stress reliever for you, whenever you have a test or your studying is not going as well as expected you give him a ring and he’s quick to show up to take your mind off of it and you do the same for him. It works well, at least for you, but Jace seems to be struggling a lot more then you are.

You can’t tell he is of course. He is good at hiding it, but it begins to grow more and more daunting as he’s thrusting into you, staring at your with heart eyes that you can’t see since your eyes are closed, his thumb rubs affectionally on your jaw as he watches you climax, it’s gotten to the point he has no care for his own pleasure, he gets his fill from watching your eyes rolls in the back of your head.

Four times. It was a new record for him. Four times he almost told you that he loved you. He watches you as you scroll through your phone, oblivious to the internal battle he’s having. You are so beautiful. You haven’t even bothered to put back on any of your clothes, he admires you fully, he had no clue how long he was until you look at him with a raised brow, “You like what you see big guy?”

He loves you.

He simply reaches over and places a kiss on your lips before he lays back down. “What’s that for?” Because i love you. “To shut you up.” You roll your eyes and smack him on the chest. “Says you while staring at my bare chest you perv.”

He thinks he can keep it in for awhile, let his feelings pass. Yet he ends up blowing up. You have been spending a lot more time with cregan. Cregan fucking stark his best friend yet he has never wanted to murder a man more. Why are you walking around and smiling with him? Why did you fucking bail on him one night to hang out with cregan?

“Is this over?”

You turn to him confused, setting down the pizza you had ordered for the two of you down on the table and shake your head, “What are you talking about?”

His posture is rigid, he’s fiddling around with his fingers, he would normally be shirtless but you take notice of the fact he’s wearing a plain white shirt. “Are we over?”

“No? Why would,” You attempt to put it in the words, we seems to intimate despite the fact that's how he worded it, “our arrangement,, end? You like someone?”

“What about cregan? You like him don’t you?” You tilt your head at him and let out a confused laugh. “You mean your best friend cregan? what the fuck are you on about?”

“You said our arrangement ends if one of us starts to like someone else.” “Yes i did, so what you think i like cregan?” “Yes.” This is what breaks you and you laugh, you cover your face in your hands as you turn away and you laugh. “what the are you talking about? No i don’t like cregan. Why would it matter if i did?”

“Because i love you.” You freeze. You turn around quickly to stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“I love you. I don’t want to be some stupid arrangement. I want there to be us, we. Together.”

You gulp, you feel your feelings you’ve kept locked down bubbling up to the surface. You have to be rational, he is clearly not thinking straight you know him. “Jace. This is coming from you being jealous you shouldn’t say stuff like that. Hey ill stop hanging out with cregan without you-”

“No. I’m in love with you. This is not because I’m fucking jealous, sure maybe i am but i am so madly in love with you everyday i have to stop myself from professing my love to you from the highest mountain. If I'm saying this because I'm jealous then why do i feel the urge to tell you i love you while you’re withering underneath me. I love you.”

He had made his way over to you. He stands in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. “If you don’t feel the same we should end this. Never speak again, maybe that would kill me but i can’t just keep ignoring how i feel for you any longer.” He tenses in your silence, “Please answer me.”

“I never wanted to get into this arrangement with you because i knew one day i would crack. I ignored your calls and texts because i was so nervous to begin this dangerous game with you because i am so madly in love with you Jace.”

He rushes to cup your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel him grinning against your lips and he must feel the way you’re smiling back.

“Does boyfriend Jace fuck anything different than friend Jace?”

“You’re about to find out.”

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The Fall from the Heavens (31)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: sex content, sexual tension, smut, angst, swearing ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She couldn't believe it, but the measter left her with no illusions − after weeks filled with fear and prayers, a miracle had happened and she was expecting a child.

She knew it was a blessing from the heavens, that some women waited months or even years for their offspring.

She thought with joy that it was a sign that the gods were supporting them and their cause.

That they also did not desire war.

It seemed to her that, despite everything that had happened, her mother was also reassured and pleased by this information − by the thought that perhaps she would give birth to a son who could be declared heir to the throne and bring a solution that would at least partially satisfy all sides.

The only person who was not pleased by this news was Jace. He was the only one not to congratulate her, and at the common table he pretended not to see her, speaking only to his betrothed.

She realised that their mother, while protecting him all her life, had at the same time weakened him, allowing him to remain immature deep inside while maintaining a semblance of masculinity.

She decided, however, that it no longer mattered.

She eagerly awaited her husband's return, wanting to convey this wonderful news to him in person − she wished to see his reaction and enjoy the moment with him. She gushed with delight when one morning her servant announced that a message had arrived from Harrenhal, hoping that she would read in it when she would see him again.

Her anger at him was now completely passed, replaced by longing and desire to be reunited.

She unrolled the parchment, chewing on the piece of bread she had just had in her mouth, and began to read.

I reached Harrenhal however, unfortunately, I found the fortress empty. Lord Strong escaped with several spies − we are still searching for them. In accordance with your will, I have spared Alys Rivers' life and locked her in her chamber. I cannot predict when I will be able to return to Dragonstone. I ask your forgiveness for not fulfilling my duty as your husband and not being by your side. Aemond

She swallowed hard, feeling a twinge of discomfort and grief in her guts at the thought that the matter was not yet closed and there was no way of knowing when it would be.

The thought of further separation devastated her.

This made her come up with an idea that her mother did not approve of.

"No. You are carrying your child inside you, I will not let you fly to Harrenhal. It's too dangerous." She communicated to her clearly, shaking her head.

She pressed her lips together at her words, feeling her heart pounding fast.

"The journey to Harrenhal is not long. Who would attack me in the sky? My husband has informed me that the fortress is empty. I will be safe there. He is there to prove his loyalty to me and you."

Daemon chuckled at her words, shifting from foot to foot, amused.

"He's fixing something he destroyed himself. If he had said what he knows instead of playing with us, I would have taken care of the matter myself, and Larys Strong's head would have greeted visitors to Harrenhal on a spike." He said coldly, staring at her expectantly. She looked at him in disbelief, wondering if this was what they were discussing then, on the seashore.

Daemon knew of what was about to happen to them and Aemond had thwarted his plans.

She swallowed hard at the thought.

"I…−"

"− I'll fly with you −" She heard Baela's voice and raised her gaze to her, surprised. Jace moved beside her uneasily.

"− what are you doing? −"

"− I've never seen Harrenhal − I'll make sure my cousin got there safely, rest a day or two in the fortress and return to Dragonstone −" Baela said without heeding her betrothed's impatient, furtive gaze.

Rhaenyra pressed her lips together, turning her head away, clearly frustrated that her daughter wanted to leave her family home, which she felt was the safest place possible for her.

"− if you lose this child −"

"− I won't lose it − I'll look out for myself − it'll be easier for me to calm down when I'm by his side knowing what's happening −" She explained, looking at her with a certainty from which her mother sighed heavily.

She and Baela set off before dawn the next day. Her mother hugged her tightly, tears in her eyes at the thought that her child was leaving her again.

"− watch out for yourself − you are my only daughter −" She muttered with regret and pulled away, placing a lingering, warm, tender motherly kiss on her forehead.

She glanced at Daemon, who stood in the distance − he was looking at her with his chin raised high, as proud and filled with mockery as always. He nodded as if he accepted her choice, the fact that she had done what he demanded.

She had made a manly decision with all its consequences.

She was her husband's wife.

Flying in the skies alongside Baela and Moondancer, she wondered why she had never done this before; her cousin's dragoness was as beautiful and agile as Larax, her scales shining wonderfully in the light of the rising sun.

She was grateful to Baela for offering to fly with her − her company calmed her and gave her strength, a sense that she wasn't treating her like a traitor, that she was trying to understand her and help her as much as she could.

She thought with pain that if she had opened her heart to her earlier, they would have been close friends for years.

She hoped in her mind that they would make up for lost time when at last the succession issue would be finally resolved.

When peace would reign.

The journey to Harrenhal on the dragon's back proved to be quick and pleasant − they landed just outside the fortress when the sun was already lazily rising in the sky.

She couldn't stop the wide smile that appeared on her face, the rapid pounding of her heart or the trembling of her hands as she slid from her saddle and saw her husband step out of the stronghold gates to meet them, looking at her from afar.

She felt what she had experienced when she saw him for the first time after eight years then, in the courtyard of the Red Keep, when he was duelling with Criston Cole.

She wanted to run to him, throw herself into his arms and whisper how much she missed him.

This time he didn't turn away, and she didn't hold back.

She laughed as she felt her legs begin to carry her forward on their own, her body filled with warm affection and emotion at the sight of his pain-filled disbelief.

As she fell into his arms, as she smelled his familiar scent again, she felt his hands catch her under her hips and lift her high. She threw her arms around his neck, her legs entwined around his waist as their lips came out to meet each other, locking in a sticky, messy, hot kiss from which they both sighed quietly.

She squirmed when she felt his tongue slide deep into her mouth, rubbing her palate, her walls clenched greedily as his throbbing manhood slapped against her lower abdomen, betraying how great his longing actually was.

She pulled away from him, breathing loudly as he did, wanting to look at him and noticed his hazy, dark gaze filled with desire, his lips, puffy from their caresses parted.

She sighed when his broad hand stroked her head and pressed her forehead against his, only to have their lips join again a moment later in a soft, warm kiss with a loud click of their saliva.

Only after a moment did she remember that she had not come alone.

She grunted quietly, pulling away from him − her husband glanced sideways and furrowed his brow, setting her back down on the ground, clearly unhappy with what he saw before him.

Their cousin stood a few steps behind her, smiling at her uncle with feigned affection and mockery, from which his lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Baela accompanied me on the journey for my safety. Mother did not want me to fly to Harrenhal alone." She said quickly, wanting to calm the situation and what was surely just going on inside his head.

She saw him glance at her quickly at her words, as if surprised. He hummed under his breath and nodded − his expression softened, as if he recognised that this was indeed the right decision.

"I am grateful to you for your sacrifice, cousin. I will order a chamber to be prepared for you." He announced coolly and matter-of-factly − their cousin nodded, still smiling.

She knew she was trying to bring him out of balance, but there was nothing she could do with it.

As one of the servants took Baela to her quarters, her husband looked at her and licked his lower lip with his tongue, as if he was thinking deeply about something.

"− I must speak to you in private −"

"− I need to speak to you too −" She said cheerfully.

She was so eager to share this joyful news with him.

She closed the door behind her as soon as they crossed the threshold of his chamber, ready to tell him, but he grabbed her violently by the shoulder and turned her towards him, slamming her back against the wall.

She squealed when his lips pressed against hers as if he wanted to devour her, his tongue invading deep into her throat with his loud sigh on the edge of pain and relief.

"− w-wait − uncle − I must −" She mumbled as his hand clamped down impatiently on her breasts and his hips began to rub against her stomach − his manhood was all hard and swollen beneath his breeches, and the very thought made her feel the wonderful, familiar wetness between her thighs.

"− were you touching yourself? −" He breathed out into her mouth, as if he was in amok and hadn't heard her words, his hands trailing from her hair, down her neck, to her breasts and buttocks, as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to feel more, what he longed for so much.

"− I − y-yes − gods, Aemond −" She gasped in pleasure as one of his hands slid deep between her thighs − his fingers dug into her womanhood hidden beneath the fabric of her breeches, teasing and squeezing it, making her nipples harden all over with desire.

Only a sigh escaped her lips as he turned her with her face against the wall, his moist tongue running over her thrill-warmed neck, his twitching cock pressed against the place between her buttocks.

"− me too − every day −" He hummed into her ear, untying her breeches with his long, nimble fingers − she involuntarily pressed her cheek against the wall understanding and desiring whatever was about to happen, her fleshy insides clenching desperately around nothing.

"− morning and evening − thinking of this tight little cunt −" He gasped with delight, running his fingertips over her soft, plushy folds as he spoke the words, satisfied apparently that she was completely ready for him.

"− as always sticky and warm for her husband − hm? −" He hummed, sliding her breeches down with a single, sure flick of his hand.

She swallowed hard, feeling her thighs and what was between them being enveloped by the cool air of the room, her heart thumping like mad as she heard him try to deal with the material of his garment behind her back, his hot breath teasing her neck again and again.

"− yes − ah −" She mumbled when she felt him grab her with his arm around her waist and pull her hips closer, forcing her to buck her buttocks and bend over.

Pathetic, helpless moan broke from her throat when she felt how swollen the head of his cock was, with what difficulty he tried to force it between her slick, hot, puffy walls.

"− fuck − fuck −" He exhaled, with impatient thrusts of his hips invading deeper and deeper into her warm core, spreading her open on his fat erection.

She gasped, clenching her eyes shut, trying to keep her balance by leaning against the wall in front of her and fit what he was trying to force into her − she thought in disbelief that it seemed more swollen to her than usual, she could feel exactly every vein of it rubbing again and again the wonderful spot inside her.

"− why is it − so big − o-oh, gods −" She mewled, moaning like a mere whore as he began to pound into her without any warning, opening her wide again and again on his throbbing cock with loud splats of his thighs against her buttocks.

She felt her wetness run down her thighs − she knew he had seen it because she heard his low groan of pleasure.

"− and what do you think − fuck, Rhaenys, I'm not going to pull it out of you tonight −" He breathed out, leaning forward, slamming into her again and again as brutally and quickly as if he'd lost his mind − he leaned one of his hands against the wall just above her head, the other clenching at the same time on her hip, forcing her to take what he was giving her.

She clenched her hands into fists, feeling the tickling, hot sensation building up in her lower abdomen at a startlingly rapid pace, her hips involuntarily beginning to respond to his thrusts, meeting him halfway, clenching around his manhood, refusing to let him go.

Her nipples swelled wonderfully as she felt him press his face against her hair, as if he was drawn to her scent, groaning and panting along with her, thrusting into her so fast and deep that he was hardly sliding out of her.

"− let me, Rhaenys − let me, let me, let me −" He uttered with a heavy breath, and she felt that it was over for her − her body shook with a wonderful, tickling shudder that she felt in her mouth, in her fingertips, in her nipples and in her weeping cunt, which began to suck him inside her in an fulfilment so strong that for a moment she saw darkness before her eyes. She heard his surprised gasp of pleasure, followed by his loud sigh of relief.

She felt his hot seed fill her womb again, his hips rocking inside her for a moment longer, his face pressed into her neck, as if he wanted to prolong this wonderful moment.

They both couldn't catch their breath, panting and quivering, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her from slipping to the stone floor.

"− Rhaenys −" He whispered, and she sighed quietly, smiling involuntarily, tired and fulfilled.

"− hm? −"

"− stay wtih me −"

She swallowed hard and pressed her lips together into a thin line, for some reason feeling a squeeze in her throat, a wonderful elation at the thought that he craved her presence so much, that he missed her as much as she missed him.

"− I will, my love −" She hummed and heard him sigh in relief, his lips placing a soft, warm kiss on her neck.

"− what did you want to convey to me? − your mother has another condition? −" He asked reluctantly, as if he didn't want to bother himself with this topic, having her at his fingertips again. She smiled at his question, placing her hand on his arm, with which he embraced her at the waist.

Her heart sang with joy.

"− I'm carrying your child −"

She felt him freeze behind her, his breath caught in his throat.

"− what? −" He muttered, as if he thought he had overheard himself and needed her to say those wonderful words again.

She smiled under her breath feeling that, for the first time in months, happiness and hope filled her. With a soft movement, she grabbed his wrist and gently placed his hand on her lower abdomen, pressing it against her bare skin. She heard him swallow loudly, taken aback in disbelief.

"− you're going to be a father, uncle −" She hummed, turning to face him over her shoulder − her breath caught in her throat when she heard him laugh.

It was not a mocking or cold sound, more an expression of joyful disbelief, there was a warmth and happiness in his gaze from which she felt moved.

She felt the tips of his fingertips dig into the soft skin of her stomach, his lips found hers in a greedy, wet, deep kiss, his half-soft manhood pulsed deep inside her again.

"− Rheanys − oh gods − this must be a dream −" He breathed out into her mouth, slipping his slick tongue deep into her throat, panting with delight − her walls squeezed him tight with pleasure as she felt him involuntarily begin to root into her again with the tentative, soft thrusts of his hips.

"− then it is a good dream −" She whispered tenderly into his mouth and he murmured loudly, saying no more.

This time, knowing she was expecting his child, he took her to his bed, wanting to look at her face and what he was doing to her, panting into her mouth at how much she pleased him, how well she did, already carrying his offspring in her womb.

He pulled their garments off of them, ripping his eye patch from his face, wanting to be vulnerable with her, wanting to be exposed with her.

She knew what she was to him at that moment.

A dragon egg that had cracked.

As his swollen manhood pushed against her moist slit again, he slid into her with ease, slowly and unhurriedly this time, merely rocking his hips back and forth inside her, making her lips part in delight at how gentle and tender the experience was.

His cheek snuggled into her hair and his face sank into the pillow under her head as if he didn't want her to see the expression on his face, how much pleasure he was getting from this soft intimacy.

They both moaned shyly as he slowly began to accelerate his pace, each time slapping his bare skin against her buttocks − her lips placed soft, butterfly kisses on his bare shoulder and neck, her hands ran down his back and buttocks making his soaked cock pulsate impatiently deep inside her.

"− I've missed you −" She whispered, answered by his low sigh, his hand blindly finding her breast and squeezing it lightly, as if the sensation of that plump, soft structure under his fingers gave him a sense of security and reassured him.

"− me too −" He muttered so quietly that she barely heard him, a lazy smile filled with happiness spread across her face as she closed her eyes and let herself drift off.

When it was all over, her husband, all breathless and sweaty, laid his head on her womb, facing her, looking down at her belly, running the tips of his fingers over it as if he was thinking about what was hiding under her skin.

"− how did you find out? − are you absolutely sure? −" He whispered, as if doubts were beginning to invade him, as if he feared it was too beautiful to be true. She sighed quietly at his words, the smile never leaving her face.

"− I fainted and was examined by the maester − I am sure −"

At her words her uncle furrowed his brow, raising the gaze of his healthy eye at her, his sapphire shone dangerously in the sunlight.

"− you fainted? −"

"− yes − I despaired because I didn't know when or if I would see you again −" She mumbled in embarrassment, combing his long, snow-white hair with her fingers. He closed his eye and murmured contentedly, opening his eyelid again after a moment.

"− if you had only written to me − I would have flown to Dragonstone immediately −"

"− I was afraid my message would fall into the wrong hands − I didn't want to take the risk −"

Her husband hummed at her words.

"− wise girl −"

She smiled, letting him place a warm, moist kiss on the skin of her lower abdomen.

"− I have a gift for you −" He murmured, running his fingers over the hot skin of her stomach. She looked at him, surprised, her heart beating harder in excitement.

"What's it?" She asked, curious.

"I give Harrenhal into your possession. I hand it over to you in my letter, which I have already sent to King's Landing. The fortress is your property until your death. It will then fall as a inheritance to our offspring."

She blinked, twisting in her place, looking at him in disbelief. Seeing that he grinned, she covered her mouth and giggled like a little girl, unable to contain the joy and warmth that spread through her body.

"Do you mean it?" She mumbled, unable to believe that he could do such a thing without consulting his brother and mother.

That he had made this decision alone.

Her husband hummed under his breath, trailing his fingers from her lower abdomen to her chest making goosebumps appear in the places he ran over her bare skin.

"You are your father's daughter. This is your legacy." He replied, his wide hand stroking her belly with a tenderness from which shivers ran through her.

"And my brothers?" She muttered, reminding herself that, after all, her father, although she didn't know him very well, had sons too. Her uncle smirked at her in a way that was disturbing, to say the least.

"I don't give a shit about your brothers." He sneered, making her swallow hard, wrinkling her eyebrows but unable to hide the smile of amusement from which his face lit up.

"You're cruel." She mumbled, stroking his hand lying on her womb with her fingers, softening her words and their overtones in the process. Her husband snorted at her words.

"I am. I am a walking cruelty." He whispered maliciously before he lifted himself on his hands, moving towards her, leaning over her face − his tongue invaded deep between her lips with his hum as his mouth pressed against hers in a loud, sticky, messy kiss.

She squirmed as his fingers slid from her womb between her thighs, warningly beginning to tease and squeeze her sore bud, puffy from earlier caresses and fulfillments.

"− uncle −" She mewled weakly into his mouth, feeling the wonderful tickle in her lower abdomen again, tentatively parting her thighs apart, his half-hard erection slapping impatiently against her belly, demanding her attention.

"− I warned you −" He exhaled, shifting the weight of his body to his elbow, spreading her legs apart with his knee. "− open −"

She obeyed his command obediently and whimpered loudly with exertion as she felt him try to force his long, throbbing manhood into her again with the impatient thrust of his hips.

She threw her head back as he finally broke between her oversensitive, swollen walls, pulsing around him in panic, her short nails digging into the sweaty skin of his back as he began to sink into her again, panting with pleasure.

She felt her moisture mingled with his seed ran down her buttocks.

"− too much −" She mumbled out, moaning each time he teased the sore, swollen spot deep inside her again, trying to pull out of him at the same time and bucking her hips in response to his thrusts, feeling both the discomfort and the wonderful, tickling pleasure shaking her body.

"− shhh − I know − we'll take it slow − there's no reason to rush −" He whispered tenderly, placing comforting, soft, warm kisses on her face, leaning on one forearm, his other hand stroking her effort-warmed cheek, as if trying to give her reassurance.

"− I warned you − I warned you that I wouldn't pull it out of you today − didn't I? − is your husband lying? −" He cooed, as if he were speaking to a small, frightened child. She shook her head, struggling to fit him deep inside her again and again, feeling his thighs hit her buttocks with loud splats of their shared wetness.

"− n-no − no, husband −" She mumbled, looking up at him pleadingly, running her hand over his scarred cheek, her puffy lips parted in heavy breaths. He gasped with satisfaction at her words, pressing his forehead against hers, with slow, deep thrusts making his way to his next fulfilment.

"− just like that − let me do my duty to my wife − as many times − ah − as necessary −" He exhaled, quickening his pace, swollen and already completely hard deep inside her, slamming into her with greedy, sure thrusts from which she felt like she was losing touch with reality, the chamber around them, the bed she lay on seemed blurred to her, she could only smell his scent, only feel the strong grip of his hands.

"− g-gods, Aemond −’" She mumbled out, feeling the way his bare chest pressed against hers with his low groan of satisfaction, her nipples rubbing against his exposed skin with his every push making his cock pulsate aggressively inside her with pleasure, intensifying her sensation.

She gasped when she felt him grab her thigh and lift her leg higher, putting her knee on his shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

"− uncle, what are you − o-oh, fuck, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle −" She whined out, tilting her head back with her lips parted in disbelief, her eyes closed with her loud, shameless moans as she felt him like never before, his entire length pressing wonderfully against a place inside her with each of his thrusts, from which her body quivered all over with pleasure, writhing before him.

Nothing more than a babble and a plea left her lips as he watched her in awe, not slowing his pace, placing hot, sticky kisses on her knee, stroking her thigh with his wide hand, panting loudly along with her.

Something like a smirk of satisfaction flashed across his face as she threw her other leg over his shoulder on the other side of his head, his body leaning over her in such a way that she could in no way escape his brutal thrusts, which again and again teased the intensely oversensitive spot inside her.

"− I can't − I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, p-please −" She cried out, but her husband didn't stop, bringing her to a state where pleasure different than usual took her speechless − she felt a sudden, wonderful relief, her walls began to squeeze and suck him inside her, she heard him hiss quietly, clearly feeling what she was feeling.

He groaned low as he came a moment later, clenching his eye, panting hard and swallowing loudly as he looked down at the sheets beneath them, under which a huge wet spot had formed.

"− did I hurt you? or the baby? −" He exhaled horrified, thinking that perhaps she had miscarried due to his brutal treatment, however there was no blood after all. She shook her head, rising on her elbow, struggling to collect her thoughts, panting loudly, her body quivering all over.

"− no − b-but − this time − it was different − I mean − my fulfilment was different − and then I felt...this −" She muttered in shame, feeling that her whole buttocks were wet. Her uncle swallowed hard at her words, embarrassed, his lips tightened into a thin line as he looked at their sticky bodies.

"− I − I think I read about it − in one of the books −" He said uncertainly and grunted softly, sliding out of her gently with a click of their shared wetness. She hissed quietly, pulling away and noticed a large, colourless stain under her buttocks, as if someone had poured water there.

"− the maester wrote in it that a woman is also able to − well − come as well as a man if she is properly… teased inside −" He hummed, licking his lower lip involuntarily, looking at the stain beneath them as if he was proud of his achievement.

She raised her eyebrows in amusement and giggled involuntarily, feeling some kind of relief.

"− what kind of books do you read, uncle? − what would your mother and Ser Criston say? −" She sneered, smiling broadly. Her husband threw her a frustrated look, which however softened after a moment, his grimace turning into a mischievous smirk.

"− in the same book I also read about this position − after I became your husband I began to delve into the mysteries of these…sensations − what else can I do with you −" He murmured, running his index finger along her thigh, a glint of satisfaction and contentment in his eye from which she sighed heavily.

She leaned back and made herself comfortable on the bedding, shifting her body closer to him so that she wasn't lying on a wet spot. Her uncle leaned on his elbow, watching her intently in silence − they stared at each other for a moment, with only the rustle of leaves and birdsong outside the open window around them.

"− I'd like to rest now −" She muttered, running her knuckles over his bare chest. Her husband hummed quietly under his breath and nodded, his broad hand stroking her head.

"− sleep − rest after the journey −" He murmured, combing his fingers through her hair the way he had when they were children. She closed her eyes and purred softly when she felt him lay his head beside her, his gaze on her face, his warm breath enveloping her cheek as his free hand covered their naked bodies with warm furs.

"− do not fret − your husband is by your side now −"

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Author note: Those who were to know know. I promised you, didn't I? Hehehe. 👀👀👀👀👀

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“Rightful Possession”

𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑂𝑡𝑡𝑜'𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: female reader/description, canon divergent, profanity, one-sided Aemond x reader, incest?, possessive behaviour, self harm (skin picking), mentions of bastards, arranged marriage, fluff, kissing, coitus, use of Y/n

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7008

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: Jacaerys did not expect to fall for the girl he distanced from, but having her now, he will never be without her by his side. (Based off THIS request.)

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A/N: Based on an anon request! I did change certain parts of the plot but I tried to keep it as similar as possible. This contains a possibly badly written tourney. Also, please don't get angry at any of the characterisations. It was what was included in the request, and I'm only fulfilling it.

 SER OTTO'S MOMENT OF INDECENCY WOULD FOREVER BE TAINTED ON HIS HIS TORIES. The son of the pious Hightower's had fathered a bastard, from the scion of his liege's house. It was rumoured the mother was the daughter of infamous Saera Targaryen, lecherous child of King Jahaerys, who had fled to Volantis and established her own pleasure house. Were this true, the babe was a bastard of a bastard. 

Saera had made the child's conception known to her remaining relatives, writing a letter to her nephew, King Viserys I. She was not fond of babes in her pleasure house, no less one from her very own blood. Viserys, the bumbling, charitable fool he was had the pregnant woman shipped to Westeros and demanded Otto see her taken care of. Quick to hide his sin, he implored the help of his true born daughter, the Queen Alicent, to claim his child as her own and make it look as if she was conceived the same as the babe growing in her womb. Alicent, with all her reluctance agreed, and managed to persuade her husband on the plan. 

The gods provided the moments the two children were born, both daughters, one after the other on the very same night. Only one maester each were provided for the births, and were paid to prevent their tongues from waggling the truth of the matter. Thus Princesses Y/n and Helaena Targaryen came into the world that day, passed off as twins. The plan was almost foolproof. Both were half Hightower, half Valyrian. No one could claim otherwise. 

But other precautions were took that day. Saera's daughter could have easily returned to Essos, and likely, the news would never resurface west, but Otto Hightower was a snake. A slippery man, he cut her throat whilst drowsy from labour, and announced to the king her death from childbirth. Promptly, her mother was informed, and Otto had his way. At least that was his thought. 

Arrogance cannot control the will of others. He could not stop the whispers that travelled through the Red Keep, that floated their way down to the streets of Kings Landing. It was never confirmed, for the king had claimed her, but the rumours would never stop about the new princess, only worsening when the spot of greyscale appeared on her neck. Cursed by the gods, they said, for doing away with the mother. 

Queen Alicent, fearful, who'd taken to her new daughter, immediately called for the High Septon of the Citadel and dragged the Grand Maester by his robes to the nursery. The old man near instantly began working on treating the infant, and when the High Septon arrived, the rooms were constantly shrouded with prayer and incense. Luckily, little Y/n was cured of the terrible disease, but the scars would remain, brittle and ashy and never-fading. 

CONFLICTS WERE QUICK TO ARISE IN THE MIGHTY HOUSE TARGARYEN. The Hightowers were proud and power-hungry, and a divide was made in between the family. Alicent went on to have two more sons, and her husband's daughter, the heir Rhaenyra, bore three children whilst at King's Landing. They themselves, the boys of Laenor Velaryon, had almost as much, if not more speculation around their parentage as Y/n. At least for her, she had the luxury of her chestnut-coloured mother, where Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey were only tied to their silver-haired parents and came out 'plain-featured', though Princess Rhaenyra had been awfully close to one Harwin Strong. 

Finished with the constant gossip hurtled to her sons and the bullying she endured, Rhaenyra packed her things and left to Dragonstone, assuming the seat of the heir and beginning her duties. It was not long the two sides of the family would see each other again, as Lady Laena Velaryon tragically passed before properly delivering her child. But Y/n had stayed with her sister all day. She was not one for mournings and grief, still soft and young like a summer daisy. 

Six years passed since then. She had become beautiful, her hair thick with healthy curls, but her eyes always retained their youth. She took to wearing grey gowns. It was the colour of House Hightower yes, but she had hoped it would lessen the emphasis upon her scars. 

The crown princess returned, for Vaemond Velaryon had questioned the legitimacy and claim of Lucerys for Driftmark. Thus, she finally saw her nephews again, all grown up. 

Her gaze would linger on Jacaerys. 

He had always been kind as he could to her, despite her aloofness. Her brothers were not light in their sharp words. She was not to consort with their so-called dirty blood. They were bastards and that only meant they were no good. Y/n really did wish to befriend him. He always supplied that small grin to her as they passed, or helped her up whenever she tripped over her skirts. And never once did he jeer over the ugly patch on her neck. Even Aegon was cruel enough to do so, and cruel as he was, she was merely a young girl eager to please her siblings and her mother, therefore she stopped exchanging their grins, and she did not thank him if he helped her, altogether refusing his hand. But Seven Hells, he was handsome now. 

Placed together at the supper table, Jacaerys had not stopped being a gentleman and he gave her that same smile he did all those years ago. The trial had performed in Lucerys' favour, and he was solidly reinstated as heir to Driftmark and future Lord of the Tides, though not without resistance. Vaemond had made a show of it, ending in this family dinner. "Hello, princess." 

His voice was soft, unsure. Tentative. 

"Hello, Jacaerys," she replied quietly. Although her head was reminding her of her obligations, she could not stop her lips from curving into a smile back. 

"You look older," he informed. "Not that I mean it harmfully. This age suits you. You look lovely." 

She frowned from the flurry pattering in her stomach, trying to push it away. "Thank you. You have grown into yourself." 

She remembered him before, pudgy-faced and fluffy-haired. 

"My gratitude," he responded courteously. She admired the restraint she noticed in his words, the perfect reply each time, nothing forward or nothing held back. 

From her peripheral vision she noticed her brothers. Aemond was rolling his eye, Aegon hiding his snickers into his third goblet of wine. 

"I'd wager they're still the same, then?" he whispered. The prince thanked a passing server when they put down a plate of roast beef, which he offered to her before taking some himself. She cut herself a leg of roast chicken. Her favourite cook had made the feast tonight, Bertha. Bertha snuck her lemon cakes when she was younger, one of her comforts when the world was too harsh on a little girl. 

"Naturally," she chuckled. She cut off a thick slice of the meat and brought it to her mouth. Fresh and succulent as always. Her sound lowered until she was sure only he could hear. "I worry for them sometimes though. Time has hardened Aemond... and Aegon drowns in Arbour Gold." 

"Of course," he nodded in understanding. "I worry for my brothers differently. Well, I suppose Joffrey is young to know the true pains of the world, but Luke is already plagued at four and ten." 

"I suppose that trial must've been hard on the poor boy," she added on. 

Jacaerys nodded in agreement. "If I say I was not fazed by my grand-uncle's beheading, would it make me so horrid?" 

"If someone of my own blood had acted in such a manner, it is in my heart to agree with you," she admitted. 

"It is good to know there is a mind alike my own." 

Somehow, those words warmed her heart. "If mine is a mind like yours, I am deeply honoured." 

"Truly?" 

"You've always been so wise, even as a child, Jace." This time, they both turned their heads to look at each other. The eye contact returned the flurry she felt earlier. Oh, and she'd called him Jace. It felt so natural, rolling off her tongue without a thought. His soft laugh was endearing. She bit her lip to stop the next upcoming beam, both going back to their meals. 

The occasion passed by with little disruption, though smirks and chitters could be heard throughout. 

Jacaerys stood up before she could and offered his hand. She took it, feeling somewhat of a starstruck maiden. He looked to her parents. Viserys was half asleep, his head lolling over and eyes flittering. "My king, grandfather, my queen," he acknowledged. "Might I escort the princess to her chambers this evening?" 

Immediately, Alicent's eye twitched. Her lips downturned at the sight of the Velaryon boy and she looked down to her unresponsive husband. After all, it was his word that was the ultimate outcome. Her mouth was tight when she spoke. "Well, my love? Prince Jacaerys is asking permission to escort the Princess Y/n back to her rooms tonight." 

"Jacaerys?" Viserys rasped. 

"My son," Rhaenyra added in. 

"Ah yes," the king nodded weakly. "Yes yes. He may do as he pleases." 

"Thank you, my king, my queen," he nodded to them as part of his gratification, proceeding to offer Y/n his arm. 

As they began to walk to the door, Jace was met with a bump. He had banged shoulder's with Aemond, though it looked like the latter had orchestrated it on purpose. Her younger brother sneered. "Better watch wear you're going, nephew. That was a little strong." 

Y/n felt his arm tighten, and she placed her free hand onto his bicep, passing a glare to Aemond. She really did try to love her brother, but he made it difficult. Yes he had undergone ridicule, yet she'd expected their shared experiences to have them reach a sort of mutual understanding and empathy. Jacaerys glanced back to her, gaze softening. "My apologies, Prince Aemond." 

Her brother scoffed and walked off. Jacaerys untangled their arms for a moment to open the door for her. He was so attentive— something she had never felt from any man in her life. Her grandfather was distant, her father too near death to lift his finger, her brothers consumed themselves with too much of their mother's resent and even Ser Criston Cole was full of spite. 

"I feel sorry for what occurred the last we were all together," Jacaerys began once their walk started. "We were all children. And I wish to extend my proper apologies to Aemond for that matter, but I do not think it is mine that he wishes for." 

"Mm," she hummed. Driftmark had been a dark memory for most of them. Not only for the children. 

"Lucerys is soft-hearted but he is as stubborn as the sea," he stated. "A true Velaryon, I suppose." 

Well you're not, she thought. Y/n winced as soon as the idea entered her head. It was her family talking, not her. Her heart dropped. She could tell he noticed her behaviour and she hoped she had not ruined her chances at reconciliation. Why should she be talking anyway?

"Right here," she told him once they'd arrived to her doors. "Thank you for escorting me, Jace." 

"You're welcome, princess." 

She did not turn her back, instead lingering. She took a slow step forward, her breath shaking. Once she had built up enough courage, she straightened and pressed her lips to his cheek. "Good night." 

"Good night," he presented a singular, curt nod. 

SHE HAD ASSUMED WHAT WAS BROKEN COULD BE MENDED FROM THAT NIGHT'S EVENTS. But Jacaerys' countenance faded to the thin line of politeness and ignorance. She knew her moment of hesitation and her expression had reverted his opinion of her, grouped alike with what he felt for the rest of her family. 

"You should cheer up," Helaena spoke. " Today will be fun." 

The girls were on their way to a tourney in their own separate carriage . Helaena was busy examining the legs on the brand new millipede she'd found in the gardens that morning. It was smooth, with a vermillion sheen. In all honesty, the things disgusted her, but it was one of her sister's solaces that she could never afford to take away. 

"I think I am beginning to share Aemond's sentiment on them," Y/n sighed. She glanced through the one of the slits in the window, at the city outside. She had no lust for power, to be ruler as her aforementioned brother did, but sometimes she wished she had some semblance of real authority that went beyond her social status. The city, as great as it was heralded, was not. The infrastructure of the smallfolk were crumbling, the streets ridden with sickness and shit and crime. Perhaps Rhaenyra would make a change once she ascended. 

"Don't be like him," Helaena's tone didn't sound aggressive nor did she sound assuring, simply the same dreamy tone as she let the scaly creature crawl amongst her fingers. 

"I thought you took to Aemond," Y/n head cocked. There was no clear label to her siblings' relationship, although she knew Helaena had been a comfort to him, and he one of the few reserved people permitted to touching her. 

"I take to him, I do not agree with him," the princess' periwinkle eyes glimmered. "There is a difference." 

Y/n nodded and let a breath escape her. She drummed her nails on top of her lap. Her nerves were mounting. Her mother insisted she wear green today, a verdant silk fabric with gold embroidery. Her hand moved to her neck, absent-mindedly picking at the dry skin. 

"You'll irritate it," Helaena said without looking up. 

"I know." 

"Then why are you picking it?" 

"It's itchy." 

"Your mind is plagued." 

She despised how Helaena knew her like that. The closeness of their relationship combined with her sixth sense were a deadly combination, and she could get her to change her mind in seconds. 

"... With Jacaerys?" Helaena continued tentatively. 

Y/n decided it was no use to deny anything to her. "He hates me." 

"I doubt he hates you, sister," she spoke. 

"He hates our family," Y/n huffed. Her mouth tightened as her finger ground at a particularly large and dry flake, grunting when it detached. "By extension he hates me. And I have been behaving unlike myself, or at least without proper composure." 

Helaena reached her palm out and placed it on her knee. "You're bleeding. And he does not hate you." 

"Well you wouldn't know that unless you were him yourself," Y/n snapped. She blinked and groaned. "Sorry." 

The hand on her knee patted it affectionately. Her head shook. 

The carriage rumbled to a stop. A hollow sound could be heard, the footman rapping at the door. The twins were helped out and walked up to the royal box where the adults and their children were already sitting. Noticeably absent, Aemond and Jacaerys. 

Y/n frowned and looked to her mother. "Where is Aemond?" 

"Aemond has made the decision to participate in today's joust," Alicent proclaimed proudly. "Make sure to show your support to your brother when you see him." 

"And here I thought," she hummed. She went down a single step and found a seat for herself below her parents and next to Helaena. She tucked her skirts beneath her and smoothed them out, looking over the rest of the tourney setup. The stands stretched out far, and were filled with hundreds, maybe thousands of watchers. 

She heard a sigh from behind her. "Y/n what is this?" Alicent bent down, her thumb sliding over the spot of raw flesh that her daughter had recently picked the skin from. 

"It was itching," the girl insisted. She pushed the queens' hand away, a stinging dwelling after her touch. 

"You have ointment for it. Do not forget to bring it." 

"Yes mother." 

She leaned back against her seat. Her eyes flickered to Rhaenyra. "Where's Jace?" 

"Jace is actually joining the melee as well, today," Rhaenyra's face bore a proud look. 

"He is?" her eyes went back to her favour, the wreath of bright leaves and white and grey flowers. Perhaps he would ask for hers. 

Later on, Viserys found it in himself to be able to stand and made a declaration to the masses, who applauded thunderously. Helaena grimaced, covering her ears. Once the noise died down, the girls looked over the railings to examine the lineup of fighters for that day. They were, especially Y/n, unimpressed with the prospects. It was typically more fun when there were members of the Great Houses, but the boys they saw were unknowns from small noble families or budding squires. 

"They'll be squashed like bugs," Y/n commented amusedly. Helaena's raised eyebrow reminded her exactly who she was sitting beside. "Sorry." 

"Not to me," her sister corrected. 

Ah. Y/n looked to the millipede which had settled comfortable on the top of her sister's hands. "Sorry." 

"But I concur," Helaena giggled. "They look rather young. I think our princes may have healthy prospects." 

"Prince Aemond is sure to win." 

Y/n's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head. Ser Criston. "Under your meticulous training, my brother is sure to achieve victory, Ser Cole." 

A snort sounded, and she discovered it was none other than Rhaenyra and Daemon holding in their own chortles. Criston's head whipped to the scene, animosity in his gaze. He could say nothing of it, merely bowing to the queen and walking down from the box. The announcer cleared his throat. 

The first jousters saddled up. One rode a golden mare and the other a brown stallion, though their armour was similar, steel and banged up. The boy on the white mare was a spluttering, nervous-faced little thing. He appeared like he wished to approach and ask her favour, and she gave him a reassuring smile if that was truly his intent. Before he looked away, she saw his eyes brush over her neck. She deflated and sank back into the chair. She hoped he would lose. 

"DEAREST SISTER." 

Aemond's tone was dulcet smooth and smug when he rode up in front of the royal stands. His horse was shades of dark brown and black, its coat so silky the bright sunlight reflecting upon it. Its build was sleek, not so bulky. He looked up, a holier-than-thou grin on his lips. 

"Would you be so kind to gift me your favour?" he continued. "I am certain with your blessing I am sure to be the victor of this match." 

"And here I thought you didn't give a shit about them," she vocalised as she picked up the sage green leaves with milky white blossoms. A silver ribbon was threaded through it. 

"I suppose there's a satisfaction to it," he shrugged, catching the wreath on his lance, trotting away. 

"And pride takes men for his own again," she muttered. Aemond liked to think he was above it all, but really, he succumbed like the rest of them. 

But she couldn't deny his skill. He expertly manoeuvred his equine with grace and disarmed each opponent he came across. Every one of them fell, all until he reached none other than Jacaerys. 

The small folk roared at the sight of two Targaryen princes against one another. Aemond wore sleek silver armour. A single sapphire stone was embedded in the middle of his chest. Typical of him, so simplistic in attire but he had to have the damned jewel. Jacaerys' steel was slightly warmer. Though his bore no gem, there were detailed engravement around the edges and less complex designs across the larger spaces. His horse was of a stocky stature, tall, but rippling with muscle. It was a lovely pure white. 

Her brother charged near immediately, and not even a second after, his nephew did the same. Aemond lifted his lance, high above his head. Jacaerys didn't seem to be following that tactic. Y/n's brows furrowed. No, she thought. She couldn't watch and she squeezed her eyes shut.

CRASH! 

She opened her eyes slowly. Her hands flew to her mouth, neck craning. Aemond laid splayed on the ground. His horse was snorting and rearing its head a few feet away from him. Jacaerys looked down from the other side. He had won in a single blow.

The prince was given a wreath of delicate roses. They were so blinding and clean she could see them clearly even from her spot high up. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. She wondered who he'd pick as his Queen of Love and Beauty. When his sight flickered to Helaena her heart sank. Of course. She would never resent her sister but gods was it easy to be jealous of her. She was so sweet and kind, unmarred. 

She stared at his hands, then her sister's lap. But Jacaerys didn't do a thing. He dismounted his steed. The squires came over, offering a rag for him. Jacaerys thanked the boy and took it, wiping the sweat off his forehead and nose. He removed his armour and put on a plain maroon doublet. She heard scattered boos around the arena, disappointment evident at the absence of his crowning. He disappeared up the stairs and she looked away when she realised there truly was nobody he had gifted the precious wreath to. 

Until she felt the tap on her shoulder. 

Her head whipped upward to see Jacaerys holding out the wreath to her. Her hand rattled as she lifted it and took it from him. 

"It would be uncouth of me to merely toss it to you," he explained softly. 

"A-Ah," her head bobbed slowly. "Right. Um... thank you." 

"Of course," he took her knuckles and pressed a kiss to them. Her breath stuttered. 

The cheering was faint. But she couldn't care less, not when he had crowned her his Queen of Love and Beauty. When he was kissing her knuckles and gazing at her with a devotion she had only dreamed to read of. Her raging thoughts were paused when he lowered her hand and left without uttering another word.

SINCE THE TOURNEY, Y/N HAD NOT SEEN JACAERYS. She didn't understand what it meant, him gifting her a token that declared her most beauteous, his favourite. And yet at every turn she would see a lock of his brown hair disappear down the hallway, hear his footsteps recede. When she arrived at breakfast his plate was being taken away by the maids. 

She examined herself in the mirror, the Queen's wreath atop her head. She had practiced this many times over the past week. Queen of Love and Beauty. Her touch drifted over her neck again. Her subtle smile dropped upside down. The skin was so coarse and desaturated. What beauty? Who would love that? 

She continued to gaze in the mirror, until her peripheral vision spotted a small piece of paper slip under the door. She put the crown back on her dresser and bent down to pick it up. 

Meet me in the garden. 

The script it was written in was neat and orderly, with a slight slant. She opened her door and looked out, left and right. No one. 

She decided to go, but not before strapping a small, pearlescent knife to her sash. Her father had gifted it to her when she turned ten. It was inscribed with her name and had a comfortable leather handle. One could never be too careful. 

It was an especially hot day. The sun was glowing in the sky, and the air felt thicker than usual. She scanned the garden for anybody, gripping onto her knife handle. Her hand dropped. 

Jacaerys was sat underneath a tree on a great stone bench. As soon as her presence was alerted to him, he stood and bowed. 

"Princess," he said. "You came. With... a weapon." 

"Perhaps you could've signed your name," she didn't maintain any eye contact, for fear of what his expression might be, or if she could even handle it. "You're lucky I actually decided to follow the instruction of an anonymous message. It is not exactly safe for a girl to be going anywhere alone. And I wish not to sound boastful, but I am a princess." 

"Oh of course. It was foolish of me," he offered his arm, like he did that other night. "Might you join me on a stroll?" 

She accepted. 

They walked past the thicket of trees towards the flowers. There were roses, donated generously from the Tyrells, with velvety petals of red, white and pink. The grass was brighter and greener, shimmering with slick dew drops.

"I have been foolish in many things, it seems," he started speaking. "I doubt you've failed to notice I have not been consorting with you as of late." 

"I have noticed." 

"I am a coward," he blurted. 

Her frown indicated for him to continue. 

"I feared what would become of this," he swallowed. "After seeing you for so long, so grown and beautiful and graceful, I could barely help myself. I was afraid of my feelings, for my family's influence had me questioning whether or not I should be falling for someone so close to a Hightower. But I have. I have and it is impossible for me to deny how much I have I have fallen for you." 

By then they had stopped treading along the pebbled path. She exhaled. "You've fallen for me?" 

"It is if I am drowning and there is no possible for me to get to land," he cupped her face tenderly. He leaned down. "End my suffering, I beg of you. If you feel similarly tell me now, or if you do not, tell me so, therefore I may move on." 

"Of course I do, Jacaerys," a tear slid out the corner of her eye. "Since the beginning. I've always loved you." 

No time was wasted when he finally connected their lips together. It was as if everything made sense now, with his arms around her. 

"Gods, you're mine," he murmured. "All mine." 

SINCE THEN, EVERYTHING CHANGED JOYOUSLY. Her time was filled with stolen kisses and fleeting touches. Though the night they were currently enjoying was far from anything brief. 

Her nails dug into the back of his head. Jacaerys was groaning into her neck, his thrusts hurried and desperate. He pressed a hard kiss just below her jaw, eliciting a breathy sigh from her. Y/n's eyes were shut, the pleasure overwhelming her body. 

"Oh my love..." his wet lips descended to her breasts, over the tops of them and down the valley in between. 

She moaned softly when he began to rub at her pearl below, triggering the beginning of her release. She panted, the pressure building quick. "Jace-" 

His movement quickened, as her jaw hung open. The dam burst, and she reached her climax. Her legs squeezed around his hips. Hastily, Jacaerys pulled out and spilt upon her mattress. 

He fell back in exhaustion, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He pulled her over, where she went comfortably limp. 

Once they regained their breath, he spoke. "Mother expects us to return to Dragonstone soon enough." 

"Mm," she made a noise of disappointment. "For how long?" 

"I do not know, sweetling," he nuzzled her temple with his nose. "Come visit." 

"My mother or grandsire would never allow it," Y/n lamented. "And I've no dragon of my own." The fact never bothered her as much as it should've, not when it was overshadowed with her blemishes and the gossip. 

"Then I'll come visit as often as I can," he promised. 

"You should," she urged. "I am suffocated yet I am lonely." 

He titled in interest. "Meaning?" 

"Mother has constant expectations, grandsires moreso. Aemond is constantly preening around me like peacock, Aegon is being a nuisance and a burden constantly. The only person who understands me is Helaena and yet I feel she is still distant, caught in her dreams. I do not resent her for it but it is difficult to find support. I am always surrounded but there is no one for me. I am unhappy." 

Hearing her situation, his heart ached for her. "Oh you do not deserve that, my sweet princess." 

He kissed her forehead, lips lingering. 

"If I begged and visited the sept everyday, do you think my mother would allow our union?" 

They both laughed softly at the sentiment. Alicent would never allow it, and even if it were entirely up to her, her whole family would object. 

"We shall work with what we have so far," he stroked her right shoulder with his thumb. "Write letters to me, hm?" 

"Yes," she answered, no hesitation detected in her voice. 

Although she had settled herself, he still hadn't relaxed. He kept on admiring her, to the point she could feel his stare. 

"Jace?" 

"Yes?" 

"You made me Queen of Love and Beauty after your victory," she said. "Do you truly think me beauteous?" 

"Why wouldn't you think that?" his face wrinkled. The notion was ridiculous to him. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. 

He followed her sights. The scar barely occurred to him, as big and imposing as it may have appeared to everyone else. 

"My love," he made sure she wasn't looking away, his expression stern and serious. "I do not care for it. You are not ugly, you are anything but. And anyone's tongue that says otherwise shall meet my blade." 

His words brought a smile to her face. It seemed she was always smiling with him. 

He added a multitude of kisses onto the scar. "And Vermax's stomach."

She giggled. "I am growing fond of Vermax. I think he reciprocates." 

"He knows I love you," Jacaerys whispered. 

"I love you too." Y/n replied. This marked the conversation's end, and pleasantly, they both drifted off to sleep. 

In the morning, he was gone. Jacaerys had left her a sweet note on her table, and cleaned up any evidence of their releases from the night prior. 

There was a glow about her whenever she awoke from after their trysts. Y/n missed his warmth, but she knew she would be back in his arms before she knew it. Her knowing handmaidens washed her down and dressed her. She wore Velaryon blue today. The princess blithely skipped off to breakfast. 

"Good morning everyone," she greeted merrily. From her peripheral vision, she saw Jacaerys smile as he forked a potato. He winked. 

"Somebody's happy this morning," Lady Baela commented. Y/n had begun to confide in her, and could easily call her a friend, and not only someone titled her cousin. 

"Something happen, dearest?" Alicent inquired. Even she looked pleasant, a light on her features that day. She obviously studied the younger girl's choice of dress today, likely the colour that caught her attention.

"It is just a good day," she answered, kissing her mother's cheek and sitting down. She helped herself to one piece of toast, a helping of yellow eggs and two pieces of bacon. 

"It is a good day," Alicent agreed. "I have news." 

"Aegon, can you pass the butter?" Y/n tapped the table in front of her eldest brother's lying head. 

He winced, covering his ears. "Can you quiet down? You are deafening, sister." 

She rolled her eyes and leaned over further to bring the butter nearby her plate. She picked up an appropriately-sized glob with her butter knife and spread it carefully onto the bread. "What news might you possess, mother?" 

"Your grandsire and I have been thinking," the queen announced. "We believe this the best decision, for you, and the realm. You shall marry Aemond." 

CLANG! The butter knife dropped onto the stone floor. 

"What?" 

"Well," Aemond's lips pursed. "Nothing I'm surprised about." 

"He was informed about this?" Y/n exclaimed. "You told Aemond and you did not tell me?" 

"Dearest, I'd thought you'd be pleased," Alicent tried to reach for her but her daughter pushed her chair back using the balls of her feet on the floor. 

"You wound me, sister," Aemond snarked. "You're not one to complain." 

She faced him, then her mother. "How could you?" 

She glanced at the entirety of the room. Her mother wore obvious concern, Aemond was simpering to himself, and the rest of the room bore their own mix of reactions. But Jace? His knuckles were curled up so tightly they were bone white. There was a darkness in his eyes, something she'd never seen out of him before. She took a shuddering breath, rising to her feet and running out. 

"Y/n!" 

She found no comfort anywhere but in her room. She shut the door, locking it even, sinking down at the edge of her bed. She clutched one of the bedposts, steadying herself against the footboard. Her hand covered her mouth. Her body shook with each sob. It was one thing to stick her in a marriage she did not want, it was another for her brother to be so cruel. And she'd be betraying Jacaerys. She knew the stakes and likelihood, but a tiny shard of hope within her had thought somehow, they would end up together. 

"Sweetling?" 

Jacaerys joined her on the ground and immediately pulled her in. He spoke hushed words of comfort, kissing her hair, squeezing her gently. 

"What shall I do?" she croaked. 

"I suppose there is little solution," he admitted himself. "I'm so sorry, Y/n." 

"It isn't your fault," she mumbled miserably. "And there is nothing I can do." 

"It can't be so terrible, can it?" he offered. "He is your brother, I'm sure he cares for his sister." It sounded as if he didn't believe what he was saying, and he didn’t. The undertone of Aemond’s intent was evident. 

"I don't know anymore." 

He sighed, adding another kiss against her brow. 

"I only do not understand why Alicent would think this would make me content," she snorted. "It was clearly my father. She bends to his will like a reed to the wind." 

"Her Grace hardly bends to Viserys, I must confess," Jacaerys came across as amused. 

"Not Viserys, Jace." 

Realisation and cognisance dawned upon him. "Ah." 

"I know what I am," she shrugged. Everybody talked about it, she heard it behind her. Her 'mother' loved her, but her behaviour did not feel complete as it should for a mother and daughter. And she saw Otto, how he spoke, how he inspected her. It was easy to decipher once she was old enough to comprehend the world and the way it worked.

"We find common ground then," he nudged her shoulder with his own. 

They looked to each other, their own smiles creeping on their lips. Their chuckles sounded faintly. 

"I am departing to Dragonstone in two days time," he mentioned. 

"Oh." 

"I will try and solve this for us, for you," he swore. He kissed her palms. "I cannot bear to live with the thought of your despair." 

"I thought you said there was little that could be done?" 

"And whatever can be done, I will do for you." 

She wanted to believe it, she did. 

Little did she know, he intended to keep his promise. 

HER WEDDING DAY CAME ALMOST AS SOON AS RHAENYRA DEPARTED. It was a day she had dreamt of since she was a girl, where she would stand before a man that loved her, and marry in the ways of Old Valyria. She would wear the robes of the dragonriders before her, and engage in a ceremony of blood. But her corset was constricting and tight, her dress so white it unsettled her. The Seven-Pointed Star hung from her neck, the metal of the chain cold and stinging. She forced out her vows, and sat miserably throughout the entire reception. 

"You look so melancholic these days," Aemond commented, closing the door to their room. Her mother had arranged them to share their chambers, which was strange for a noble lord and lady. She felt ridiculed. 

"There are many things to be melancholic about," she said back monotonously, sat down in an armchair in front of the fire. 

Aemond snorted. "Such as?" 

"This sham of a marriage, perhaps." 

"You're being dramatic," he sat himself down on the other chair. 

"I am not, Aemond," she scoffed. "You weren't forced into this." 

"There are many things I could have forced you to do, but I have not done it," he did not look at her as he spoke, instead pouring himself a goblet of warm water. "Gods, you should consider yourself lucky."

"Lucky?" 

"Mother could have betrothed you to some stupid lord, but she had you marry me, a Targaryen prince, the rider of the largest dragon in the world," he was priggish. "As if a lord like that would want you." 

"How dare you-

Aemond cut her off. "I know your thoughts, that I am disfigured as you are. I was attacked as a child, but in the process I was ten and claiming the queen of dragons. What have you got to show for that? At the very least, my blood is pure." 

Her mouth trembled. She threw her book into the flames, standing from the chair and making their way into bed. She threw the blanket over her body, nails dug into the pillow. Sleep came fast. 

Her dreams were plagued with the same brown eyes, deep and warm and penetrating. Helaena had spouted words during her wedding ceremony, and she kept on spouting them the whole night. Beware the dragon's revenge. Beware the dragon's revenge. And since then, she had clung onto each syllable, interpreting it the only way that would sustain her yearning. In her dreams he touched her, with his skin, his lips. It felt real. Too real. Kissing her shoulder... she could feel it. She was feeling it. 

"Sweet girl," someone sang. 

Her eyes flickered open. There he was before her, knelt at the side of her bed, stroking her cheek. "Jace?" 

"Shh," he placed his finger at his mouth. "Quiet now." 

"What's happening?" she whispered. 

"I'm taking you home with me," he answered. "Vermax is waiting for us, my love." 

"Really?" she touched flesh, hoping he was real. 

"It is me," he chuckled. ""Tis me." 

Aemond stirred. Jacaerys rose, striding over to the other side. His hand flew into his pocket, brandishing a shiny silver dagger. He smiled at her, then knelt again. When the One-Eyed Prince awoke, he was met with the blade at his throat. 

"What is the meaning of this?" Aemond seethed. 

"I'm taking back what is rightfully mine," Jacaerys pressed his dagger further against his uncle.

"You're not the one married to her." 

"I'd wager you should watch your tongue, Uncle," he glowered. "You're not the one holding the weapon." 

Aemond did not speak another word as his nephew continued. 

"You want everything I have, or I will have," he drawled. "You want my crown, my love. But you're nothing more than a second son, licking the heels of your brother, your father, your grandsire just for a taste of respect and self-importance like a desperate hound. It matters not who my father is, not when I do not have to bend my arse over for people to appreciate me, not when I will be seated on the Iron Throne with her by my side." 

With that, he took the knife from Aemond's throat and dragged it against his thigh. The blood leaked out fast, staining the white sheets. As Aemond began to cry out in pain, the Velaryon shoved the quilt in his mouth. "Don't try to follow, Prince Aemond. Unless you wish to suffer more than a cut." 

He pulled Y/n up. She was stunned watching him like that. Her gentle, sweet prince had displayed an act of malice she'd never seen from him before... but she didn't mind. She wanted it, she liked hearing Aemond scream. After all the times that he made her feel littler than she was, since the moment he forced out those vows, she couldn't help but appreciate his equal suffering. She followed Jacaerys without a doubt in her mind. 

The Red Keep was treasure-trove of secret passages, but Y/n had never been one to seek them out. His hand remained safely clasped with hers, even as he strained to push her fireplace aside. Her eyes widened when a hallway was revealed. 

He guided her through dark walls and cobbled paths, until the ground grew sandier and she could feel the winds biting her cheeks. It was below the Red Keep, on the beach next to the cliffs. They had come from a cave. 

"Vermaks," Jacaerys called out. "Māzis." (Vermax, come.) 

The green-scaled dragon flew down as soon as his rider was heard, echoing a shrill shriek. His yellow eyes glowed in the shadows. 

"Sȳz zaldrīzes," the prince patted the creature's neck. "Umbas." (Good dragon. Stay.)

Vermax stilled, and with fluid ease, Jacaerys mounted him. He outstretched his arm. She grunted, placing her foot flat against the dragon. With his help and her core strength, she hefted herself up, positioned behind him. Before anything else, Jacaerys took the blanket on the back of the saddle and wrapped it around her. 

"Sōves!" (Fly.) 

She wrapped her arms around his waist, her head leaning on his back and closing her eyes. It did not occur to her she was leaving it all behind, her family, everything. But did it matter? She had not felt an ounce of contentment with them than she did in this moment with him, running away from it all. She was light. She was free. Jacaerys turned to quickly kiss her cheek, returning his focus back on their course. Reunited they were, and together they would always be. Yes. He would never be without her again. 

Tag List: @jacespookiebear @kimm4710 @januarybella @jacesvelaryons @diiickbrainn

Published: Sunday 14th April 2024

TALA VGHHC

Holly shit ma

Fuck it, you have fully turned me into a Jace girlie so here are some enemies to lovers HCS for him for you. Hope you appreciate it, smh (ILYSM BEL BABE!!! your birthday blurb is almost done, and I am so hyped for you to read it!!! (P.S even though it's mentioned that Reader blushes, her race is never stated!)

enjoy, MWAH <333333

( @lady-of-doves )

You hated Jace Velaryon.

so much.

you didn't even know WHY.

You even went as far as to drop a dead mouse in his lap when you were younger; when yelled at by your mother, she told you that you were not a cat.

to which, you simply responded with, "no, tragically, I am a cat."

Nobody knew why you two held such hatred for each other - it wasn't about the rumors surrounding him and his brothers, no, you weren't that kind of person. You weren't raised that way, even if you were noble.

If you COULD place it, it would probably be that you simply think his whole white knight is just an act.

leaving you full of fiery hated and Jace helplessly in love with the ONE person he CANNOT have.

the poor sap, lmao

yes, despite the whole dead mouse thing, he had managed to fall for the icy, meanie, and totally unattainable princess that was you.

Things change when you are (gently) informed of your upcoming betrothal to Jace.

you weren't happy.

At least he was your age and was nice enough, right?

You were a very independent person; not wanting to be tied down to a husband who could literally harm you and get away with it, even if you knew Jace wasn't at all like that.

our respectful king

ANYWAYS

It's a feast celebrating Jace and yours's betrothal to each other and joining of your families.

All three families are there - the greens, blacks, and your family, who is, of course, believe Rhaenyra is the true queen. (we love to see it!!!)

Poor Jace gets the stink eye from you through the night, lmao. Even when he reaches under the table and tries to hold your hand, you snatch it away.

If looks could kill, Jace would be dead.

Rhaenyra, of course, notices this and like a good mother, gives Jace some advice. It wasn't too long ago where she detested even the thought the marriage.

"Give her time, let her come to you. Sooner than late she may need your shoulder to lean on."

"Right, mother."

Jace didn't believe it.

You never gave a hint of what you were feeling inside, not even with your own parents.

though, toward the middle of the meal, he sees some of your kind nature.

You bond with Luke, giving him sisterly advice and genuinely being nice.

Jace's heart skips a beat when you pass him a bowl and your fingers brush up against one another. both of you end up wide eyed and blushing before turning away from each other in embarrassment.

When Aegon tries to hit on you, much like he did Baela, you swiftly shut him down. No matter how much you dislike Jace, you would NEVER cheat on your spouse.

Jace thinks about about those words the rest of the night, lmaooo

Moving on

That night, Jace spots you leaving the castle in a cloak. Your hood is up, hiding your hair and face, but he knows it's you.

Partly curious and partly worried for your reputation and safety, he follows you.

It's not until you're six drinks in further down the night that you realized Jace had found you.

Drunk you is much nicer, he thinks.

You're clingier. Tired and super drunk. but still clingy.

He carries you on his back as he takes you back to the castle before carrying you bridal style to your chambers.

To his relief, no guards are around, so he can (hopefully) freely use the hidden passageways to your room.

he knows he could get in trouble; not only did he sneak out, but he is also in YOUR chambers. unsupervised. with you drunk.

To make matters worse; he has to undress you as you are too tired and too drunk to do it yourself.

He does is swiftly, keeping it respectful as he does.

He lights a small fire in the fireplace, puts you under the covers, and kisses you on the forehead.

"Sleep well," he whispers.

He knows you won't hear it. You're already somewhat fast asleep.

As he leaves to go through the hidden passages back his own chambers, he hears you sniffling, like. . .you were. . .crying?

Turning around, Jace begins to hear you mumbling in your sleep.

huh.

Well, this is a new development.

Coming closer to your sleeping form, to his surprise, he sees tear streaks falling.

Why on earth were you crying?

He knows nothing happened while you were out because he keep up and he would kill anybody who would harm you.

Suddenly, you whisper, "I'm sorry I am so mean to you."

For a moment, Jace thinks you had woken up but no, you were still deep asleep.

"I'm sorry," you repeat, almost as if you know he's still by your side. "I'm sorry for the harshness I gave you. It's just. . .so hard wanting to be loved."

Jace's eyes widen at your sleepy confession; "It's just. . .so hard wanting to be loved."

His mother's words come to mind; "there will be a time, sooner than late, where she may need YOUR shoulder to lean on."

Softly, he smiles before moving a piece of hair behind your ear that had fallen on your face.

Your hair was soft.

like silk.

He wonders if your skin would feel the same on his lips.

"Trust me," he whispers, "it's not that hard to love you."

he knows that, most likely, you won't remember this, so, he doesn't bring it up.

Until a few days later when you're casually reading in bed one night and suddenly remember everything.

Though it's the middle of the night, you're sure Jace is still awake, so, you burst in his chambers by way of the secret passage.

You confess that you remember everything from that night.

and you mean, everything.

Jace carrying you, his kiss on the forehead, him lighting the fire, even. . .your mumbles in your sleep and him responding to said mumbling.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Shit.

Yeah, that's your moment where you realize; you had fallen for Jace. and fallen hard.

Before you lose your nerve, you just blurt it out.

"I think I love you."

He stands there, not quite sure on what to say.

"You think or you know?"

"I know."

He thinks you're mocking him until he spots it. the ring on your right ring finger. the silver Valyrian steel ring he had gifted you as a betrothal gift.

You've never worn it. . .until now.

that's when he knows you're really here. in front of him. in person. confessing that you love him back.

This was real.

He takes your hands into his, rubbing comforting circles, as he places his forehead against yours.

no words are spoken.

you don't need to speak anymore words anyways.

You grow bold and plant a kiss onto his lips - which makes his pull you into his arms, laughing, wanting more of your touch.

Maybe being betrothed to Jace wasn't so bad after all.

OH MY GOD TALA???????

Jacaerys Velaryon love of my life man that you are-

BEL-

Well..i'm not complaining tho

Bel has been neglecting our baby Jace but don't worry wait until 16th June and I swear to you guys we will have our horsecock baby back

me when i see him:

Dark twin Jace!! Our horsecock king has been neglected, praying for lord Strong 🙏🙏🤞

because i am an indecisive bitch...