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tachibubu · 1 year

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Hello again!

Can you write one with Aegon? Where his wife, who has just discovered she is pregnant, ends up being attacked by an undercover guard and nearly kills her, but her bodyguard kills the intruder. However, even injured, when Aegon returns to the room without knowing what happened, because she didn't want to tell him, he sees her injured and takes care of her.

HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU WERE INJURED

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon II Targaryen x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which the boys were unable to protect you while pregnant when an assassination had happen when he is not within your reach. (Takes place during the war towards late war.)

∆ WARNINGS ; angst with fluffy ending, youre pregnant, minimal violence, ooc characters, some minor/major(?) spoilers from the book (wont indicate what it is).

NOTE ; I changed the concept to them knowing you're pregnant instead so that their intentions would be far more heavy! It's quite hard to write it fully so I hope it is fine! (got the askers permission to write it with Jac and Ae too!)

Aegon was content with the few things he had in life and would not want them stripped away. The war took a toll on his whole life, which is still currently happening to his dismay. He was trying to hunt with a handful of his comrades to alleviate his nerves before the Blacks made their move while still struggling with a foot injury. However, the peaceful moment was quickly interrupted when a squire hurried to deliver some news. He turned his horse to ride back to the castle in such a hurry that not even the knights and lords who had been riding with him could halt when he learned about the incident that had recently occurred while he was gone.

He yelled as he slid off the horse without assistance, "Who dares touch the queen? I will rip their limbs off!" He winced in agony but dragged his injured feet towards the assembly of knights despite the advice of the maesters, who sought to assist him but were met with a swat of his palm.

His gaze penetrated the bloodied man next to your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, "So you're the fuckin' bastard," he snarled. He was littered with bruises and wounds; Criston clearly took a toll on him, but he managed to keep himself from doing more harm, though Aegon remained unsatisfied. Rather, he gave the man a punch to the face, then spat at him before sneering at Criston. He was clearly unhappy with him for not having been able to prevent the incident straight away, but he kept quiet. "Ser Criston, I command you to amputate each of his limbs one by one."

"Try not to cut his nerve. I want him to experience it slowly," were his last words before he left and dismissed the pleas of mercy from the assailant, asking the servants to escort him to your shared quarters immediately.

You were covered in bruises and had a fresh cut on your lip when he first met you. He fought back tears as he demanded the healers to leave your chamber immediately and cursed at them for mistreating you while he was absent even if they were trying their best to alleviate your pain. When the room was empty, he had knelt down next to you, trying to bandage you, though his limited knowledge of such things frustrated him before he whimpered on your lap. Suffocating himself within his own tears.

He sobbed uncontrollably while you whispered sweet words of comfort to him, "I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry,... " He doesn't know anything; he doesn't even know how to protect his pregnant wife and their unborn child. He became frustrated with himself as he bit his lip, drawing blood, and vented his feelings to you: "My sweet girl, I can't even protect you."

"I'm frightened," he confessed as he pecked the back of your hand before peering at you while tears gushed down his ashen cheeks, his eyes begging for forgiveness. "I will never leave you again, my love. I promise."

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Aemond had just returned from an expedition with Vhagar. He had received a notice from the Keep informing him that you had been the victim of an attempted assassination. No matter how he urged Vhagar to fly faster, she did not advance him far enough for him to be satisfied with the pace.

Vhagar landed outside the gates after entering the Red Keep's border. His dignity eluded him as he fled. Even though they paid no heed at Aemond, the knights were perplexed by the prince's unexpected action. Whenever a maester attempted to stop the prince's advances, he was silenced by the prince's gaze, too scared to face the wrath of the second prince as he lived up to his infamous reputation.

He gasped for air when he saw you laying on your shared bed and then walked cautiously over to you, as if not to scare you. "What happened to him?" he whispered, his voice cold yet soothing.

"Dead, Aemond," You immediately embraced the evidently shaken man, and he reciprocated the embrace, trying to ease his tremors. He felt disgusted with himself for not being able to even protect you through such a catastrophic event, yet he was also relieved that you were still alive and breathing and that your pregnancy was not affected. "I am afraid." You added before Aemond gave you a tender kiss.

He inspected your wounds delicately, asking, "Where does it hurt?" You pointed to the locations of all the injuries and recounted what had happened in extensive detail while he grunted in agreement. If it had been someone else, you may have assumed they were not paying attention, but Aemond had a different way of expressing it; after kissing you once again, he cleansed your wounds and covered them with fresh cloths.

His brows furrowed as he was plainly distressed and lost in thought. You smiled before placing your lips against his in an attempt to console him, and he moaned in surprise but returned the kiss deeply. He guided you with his hand behind your neck and did not rush the tender moment you two were sharing. He pressed his forehead against yours after several kisses and whispered lowly, "I'll kill them all, every last one of them."

"I'll win this war for you and for our child, my lady, my (Y/N)."

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Jacaerys, who seeks to control his emotions as advised by his teacher, couldn't help but spout incoherent obscenities when the information was presented to him. He had just completed sealing the partnership of the North when he received unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Dragonstone.

He projected his voice into the room: "When did it take place?" The black council stayed silent. Mysaria, the acknowledged Mistress of Whisperers, spoke up with clarity, concerned that she might have disrespected the prince. She had just entered Dragonstone to deliver information when she was met by the prince's wrath.

"Just half a moon ago, my prince," she answered honestly, as Jacaerys clasped both of his hands together and took a deep breath. His anger is only just rising.

He hissed faintly, "And you told me exactly that now?"

Before Mysaria could respond, a Lord intervened, saying, "It is my duty to see you tended first before —"

The thud of the chair collapsing on the floor echoed throughout the room before the prince went out. Although he stomped violently with each stride, they were nevertheless somewhat elegant. The council members lowered their heads as he passed by them, but he didn't take note of it as he glanced at his protector and beckoned for him to follow.

However, once he had left the room, he developed a scowl, and his previous comfortable gait had been replaced with a brisker one. His breath paused as he witnessed you being treated for your injuries by the healers, after presumably having only just nudged the door partially open.

When you spotted him at last, you had the strength to smile at him briefly. He sat next to you on your bed and thanked the healers, pleased with their work, but it pained his heart to see you smiling even in your condition. He showered you with multiple soft kisses on your forehead, nose, lips, and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

His palm massaged your growing stomach as his voice was low, and he said, "My lovely girls." Despite the fact that he longed for a boy, he caved in and accepted that his unborn child would be a girl as a result of the way you would correct him frequently when he spoke of the male pronouns for your child.

"You were so strong; I am very proud of you." He uttered it before giving you a peck on the stomach; his head is now resting on it as he sings a lullaby while both of you rest. "Do not worry; I am here now, and no one will lay a hand on you ever again."

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dragonsbabe · 1 year

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Jace the type of man to fall in love at first sight and try to woo his beloved with letters and jewelry, but would lose it if his beloved ever got something for him. 10/10 would probably beg his mom to marry them faster that same night.

Since I read this i'm smiling foolishly and crying. I'm feeling soft

• the first time you gave him a letter he was so blissful

• he read it to his mom and brother so many times that they almost memorize every single word

• it was when Rhaenyra knew his son fell in love

• the gifts you have given him are his most treasured possession

• but can we talk about you giving him flowers?

• he is blushing all shy and can't stop smiling

• would keep them in his room and smile every time he sees them

• once you gave him a ring and now he wears it ALL the time

• and after that he gave you one too, yeah, he likes to imagine they're engagement rings

• he is always talking about you

• Luke and Rhaenyra already know everything about you

• "I will marry her with or without your blessing" told his mother one day during dinner.

• "that's not necessary, my sweet boy. You have my blessing"

• "oh. okey. Thank you, mother"

• yeah, he didn't really think that far.

• but will spend the whole night planning the wedding

• but then he remembers that he hasn't proposed to you and now is panicking

• he's just a cute lovely mess

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maidragoste · 7 months

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Things I think Jacaerys Velaryon would do if he were your boyfriend

This whole week I was thinking about Jacaerys so I ended up writing this

Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated. I hope you like it 🥰🥰💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

•Let me tell you that if English is not your first language then Jacaerys LOVES it when you speak in your native language. He is always very curious about the difference between their languages, he asks you if some words have a different meaning in your country. I see him going to the supermarket with you and at some point he starts asking you what they call a certain product in your country.

•Jace would work hard to learn your native language. Most of the time his pronunciation is clumsy but every time you hear him speaking in your native language you feel like you fall in love with him ten thousand times more.

The word he knows how to say best is "I love you" because he never stops saying it to you.

•If you are vegetarian or vegan I can see Jace searching the internet for good places to go eat together. He loves trying new food with you.

Plus his house is always stocked with a couple of vegan products. One time he got mad at Luke because when you came to see him there were no more of your vegan cookies left because his brother ate them and didn't tell him.

•Sometimes when you feel like painting your nails but you're in lazy mode Jace ends up being the one to do it for you. The two of you talk nonsense while he carefully runs the polish over your nails.

•Every time he sees a tik tok from a series or a book that he knows you like, he sends it to you.

•Whenever you're too caught up in studying, Jace reminds you to hydrate and eat something. Most of the time he orders something from your favorite fast food place to give you a pamper after so many hours of studying.

•I see Jacaerys as someone very touchy. Every time you go out together he can't be without holding your hand or his hand around your waist or at least hugging you by the shoulders. He needs to have you close.

•After seeing your reaction to letting her hair long. Jacaerys stopped wearing it short. He loves seeing how nervous you get every time he catches you staring at him. He always teases you by making you pout and he loves kissing you.I only know that Jacaerys pretends to forget his clothes at your house but in reality he does it on purpose because he loves to see you later wearing his clothes.

•My man has two playlists about you. One with all your favorite songs and another with the songs that make him think of you. In the latter there are these songs:

"You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love" — You Are in Love, Taylor Swift.

"Cause all of the small things that you do

Are what remind me why I fell for you

And when we're apart, and I'm missing you

I close my eyes and all I see is you

And the small things you do" — Those Eyes, New West.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours" — I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you— Daylight, Taylor Swift.

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satuguro · 1 year

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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ THUS ALWAYS TO TYRANTS

[ ACT I : EYES OF THE TIGER. ]

jacaerys velaryon x reader

#CONTAINS— not canon au, lady of a house! reader, flawed reader, later enemies to lovers, gore, blood, death, sexual content (later on in the series, after a time skip)

#AUTHORSNOTE— there will be some aspects of the original story that i changed. i added a new house that i created, and a lot of it has characteristics from greek and south east asian culture. reader has golden eyes purely for the plot, but remember, everything else is you. if you don’t like that i did any of these things, don’t read!

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV

there is very little known of house arslan.

jacaerys had only ever heard of them from stories and history books. they were the leaders of an entire group of islands, the islands of iona, in the summer sea, away from the mainland and further away from any war or politics. they were as careless about court politics as the north was, often keeping to themselves and only appearing when needed.

the first time jacaerys had ever seen someone from house arslan was when his family went to one of his grandfather’s events.

they didn’t brag, nor did they speak much about their home. they listened and observed to how some of the nobles bragged of their riches, spoke freely of their war strategies, and spoke so highly of themselves. jacaerys saw it, how they chose their words carefully and responded in such a way that left them satisfied, but made their house seem like a mystery.

it was as if they had played the game like that for all their years of reign. what was heard of them were usually rumors; whispers of strategic minds, their hidden animalistic ways, or the plague-ridden jungle of their island. but one rumor very few people have proven to be fact, were their tigers.

history books said that before the arslans, they were untamable. they ruled the jungle, and rightfully so— they were huge, fanged creatures with around 300 pounds of pure muscle. they were powerful, with the ability to rip their enemies to shreds, and the iona islands were infested with them.

he had noticed you then as he stood to the side of a snack table. you were surrounded by nobles in your gold and white clothing, standing next to your solemn father. his cane, adorned with a deep jade tiger head on the top, was gripped tightly by his left hand as he watched the other nobles around him. his hair was tied back into a low knot, and around his neck was a golden necklace of thorns.

the entire arslan house was known for their striking gold eyes, similar to that of a cat’s. and as jacaerys stared at the arslans, observing them similarly to how they were observing others, his eyes met golden ones.

you were observing him for much longer than he had been observing your family. you had mentally taken a note of him and his family upon your arrival to king's landing; the heir, princess rhaenyra, prince daemon, prince jacaerys, and his brother, prince lucerys. their names echoed in your head, mixed in with the other names; queen alicent, king viserys, lord otto hightower, prince aegon, and prince aemond.

"you are staring, brother," lucerys stated, hiding his smile behind a tart.

“she is staring too, luke,” jacaerys muttered, tearing his eyes away from the lady to send his brother a glare. “much longer than i have, actually.”

lucerys shrugged, his eyes moving to the different nobles gathered in the great hall. “i doubt that admitting it makes it any better.”

“the point is,” jacaerys huffed, fixing his clothing quickly, “she was looking first.”

their small bicker had left them distracted to your approach. you had excused yourself from your father and his conversation with princess rhaenyra and had quietly made your way to the snack table, where the two princes stood. you were trying your best to keep yourself from laughing, instead choosing to act casual.

you stood next to jacaerys, acting as though you hadn’t just snuck up to the princes. “although,” you mindlessly reached for a grape and carelessly interrupting their conversation, “i was more subtle in my staring.” you glanced at the princes, a witty smile gracing your face before you popped the grape into your mouth.

“i don’t believe you were,” jacaerys responded, raising a brow as he watched you move to stand in front of him and his brother.

“you can believe whatever you want to believe, my prince,” you clutched your hands in front of you, that witty smile of yours never once faltering, “but i am correct.”

a small snort was quickly covered by a cough. you turned your attention to lucerys, your eyes softening at the boyish charm he exuded as he tried (and failed) to hide his laughter behind his food. “it is a pleasure to finally meet you, prince lucerys.”

he reminded you of your older brother.

“luke is fine, lady arslan.”

“then feel free to call me y/n. ‘lady’ makes me feel old.” you turned your attention to the older prince, “you as well, prince jacaerys.”

“call me jace, please.” jacaerys sat up straight, holding a hand out towards you. “may i have a dance with you, lady arslan?”

you raised a brow at both his forwardness and his use of your title, “i told you, do not call me ‘lady’, my prince.”

“i will only stop if you refer to me only as jace.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, a small gesture of a challenge, before you placed your hand in his. softly, he closed his hand around your’s and led you into the dance.

“how do you like king’s landing so far, lady y/n?” jacaerys questioned, moving around you as you danced the celebration dance.

“it’s beautiful,” jacaerys lifted you up by the waist before placing you down again, “i have not been able to explore, but it’s beautiful nonetheless.” you moved around him yet again, a small smile on your face as you noticed he, like you, refused to find a different partner after that dance section. “may i ask you something, my prince?”

“jace.”

“how wonderful,” you held onto him as he lifted you once again. and yet again, you both refused to find another partner. “you know your own name.”

jacaerys rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself, “you’re a sarcastic one, aren’t you?”

“i never noticed.” you moved around him again, similarly to how a predator would move around an opponent. “as i was saying, my prince, why were you staring so intently at me and my family?”

your forwardness left jacaerys suddenly at a loss for words; the fact that he had been caught staring — intently, based on your words — was frankly, embarrassing. but he saw that ghost of a smirk on your lips as you looked at him with striking eyes. he saw the teasing glint in your irises that confirmed his assumption— you were teasing him.

he could feel his face heat up at your words, your hands reaching up to cheer a loud ‘hey!’ with the others. “you jest, lady y/n.”

“am not,” you grinned, the festivities’ contagious happiness influencing you much more than you would admit, “i’m just curious, that is all. you were so focused, ‘m just wondering what could have captivated you so much.”

your hands met in the middle, skin against skin, and you both moved in a slow circle; this time, connected. you could feel how warm he was, how his hand was larger than yours and littered with new callouses. yet, despite the callousness of his fingertips, his palm remained smooth.

he could feel the cold rings that adorned your fingers. the ring in the middle was stamped with your house’s tiger sigil, and the others were simple abstract bands. the gold was pressed against his skin, warming up at his touch, and jacaerys was captivated by it. he stared at your hands, his staring habit shining through once again before you spoke.

“you have not answered my question, my prince,” you murmured, curious eyes lingering on his face as you switched hands for the dance. yet again, skin touched skin. you swallowed thickly, a cheshire-like smile creeping onto your face, “your staring problem.. it’s showing.”

jacaerys coughed, face burning red as he mumbled, “no it is not, lady y/n.”

unbeknownst to the both of you, otto and alicent hightower sat at the front of the great hall, observing the prince blush like a school girl at your teasing. though, alicent didn’t pay much attention to you, for she was too preoccupied with the sense of pride bubbling in her chest at the success of the simple festivities. she had planned it all, for her dear husband was too sick to, and she succeeded. it was, well, festive; people were laughing and joking around, nobles were socializing, kids ran between the legs of their parents, and there was good food and music.

she invited everyone and brought everyone together. no one else did that but her.

but alicent felt her father’s presence next to her, watching her every move like a hawk, and she knew he had something to say about everything. for him, there was always something to say.

“do you not think that that sight is not even the least bit unusual?” otto asked behind his cup of wine, eyes focused on you and the young velaryon, both too drunk on the celebration to notice his stares.

“is there something unusual about it?” alicent questioned, keeping her voice as composed as ever. she sipped her wine, shaking her head to herself. “nobles have been wanting to dance with lady arslan since the dancing began.” she watched on as you and jacaerys raised your hands together, yelling out a ‘hey!’ that made you throw your head back in laughter. from the side, aemond stood almost broodingly, watching his nephew continue to dance with you. “i even overheard my boys talk about it,” alicent remarked, “aemond wanted to ask her to dance.”

otto raised a brow at that, all-too-thoughtful eyes looking down into his wine as he began to think. “house arslan is powerful, alicent. dislocated from the mainland, but powerful all the same.” he swirled his cup, gazing into the twirling red, “those tigers of theirs.. if princess rhaenyra was planning to wed them—”

“we do not know if that has been planned.”

“let us put it this way then,” otto gazed ahead of him, looking into the ending dance, “lady arslan and prince jacaerys have ended their dance together. they have left the celebration together,” his eyes lingered on the space where you and jacaerys last danced, now left empty while everyone cheered around it, “with no chaperone.”

the halls of the red keep, though normally busy with maids and guards, was quiet. echoes of the celebratory music and talking from the great hall was all that was left to ripple down the corridors. but that sound was soon accompanied by the sound of rushed footsteps.

you were almost breathless as you held your skirts up above your feet, running down the hall after jacaerys. the soles of your feet ached from the uncomfortable shoes you wore, but you were much too stubborn to let some prince beat you in a race he didn’t know he was a part of.

you slowed down to a walk as you saw him stop, your chest heaving as you made quick work of removing your tight shoes. “if i had not given you a head start, then you wouldn’t have been ahead of me.”

ignoring your comment, jacaerys tilted his head, watching you curse as you removed one shoe. “what are you doing, lady y/n?”

“these shoes,” you grumbled, reluctantly allowing the soles of your feet to touch the cold stone beneath them, “are the reason why i could not dance for much longer, and the reason why i could not run as fast as you.”

“maybe i’m better than you at both.”

“you’re funny, my prince.” you huffed as you stood back up, holding your shoes in your hands. “how long will it take for people to notice that we’ve gone?” you asked, looking at the prince.

it was a hasty decision, really. during the dance, you had made a comment about not truly getting a tour of the red keep due to your arrival the night prior, and jacaerys — ever the gentleman — asked you if you wanted one. he would be your guide through the castle, but you both had to be hasty with your stroll. it was a mutual decision; a rather irresponsible one due to your titles, but a mutual decision nonetheless.

truthfully, you didn’t think that he would be so willing to leave the festivities; much less offer to leave with you, alone.

“if we stand here and converse, i suppose not long,” jacaerys quipped, holding his hands out towards your shoes in your hands. “may i?”

“prince jacaerys wants to carry my shoes,” you stated, as though in disbelief at the thought of any prince wanting to hold another’s shoes. still, you placed your shoes in his hands, and he fixed them under one arm.

“a wonderful and correct inference, lady y/n.”

“oh, just get on with the tour.” you walked quickly ahead of him, forcing him to quicken his stride alongside you. a comfortable silence befell the both of you, the muffled sounds of the party left long behind you.

you decided that the red keep was much more serious than your home. it stood tall and proud, practically untouched and unscarred. your home in iona was nothing of the sort; your people embraced nature, and so nature became its focus. stones were accompanied by vines and vines by its flowers and thorns. the mainland, in a way, was blind to the beauty of unkempt nature.

“i assume that you haven’t seen the streets of king’s landing yet, huh?” jacaerys questioned, turning to look at you. the gold of your clips, which were shaped as thorns, on your hair glistened under the light of the torches. he had heard that only the house of arslan wore thorns as a sign of their nobility on their islands. the motif adorned your arm bands and your rings; it was beautiful, he had concluded.

“regretfully, no,” you gazed at some of the tapestries you passed, “my father is rather cautious when we are on the mainland. unfamiliar territory.”

“the streets can be fairly dangerous, lady y/n,” jacaerys hummed, “but it can be beautiful. you just have to look at it from a certain angle.”

“a certain angle,” you echoed, “what angle is that, my prince?”

“patience, lady y/n.” jacaerys grinned a boyish grin, “i’m not done getting to know you yet.”

you snorted at his poor attempt at flirting (though that was a rather strong assumption to make), nudging the prince with your shoulder as you walked. how odd was it, that you were nudging prince jacaerys — the future heir to the throne — as though he was merely a boy of ten and six years? while that last part was true, it was still an unusual idea for you to comprehend; you were walking with the prince, alone, barefoot, as he held your shoes.

“don’t do that—“ jacaerys laughed, fixing your shoes under his arm, “i thought that it was a fairly good delivery.”

“oh, quite definitely. you will have women falling at your feet in no time, my prince.” you moved to situate yourself in front of him, walking backwards down the corridor. “for a tour, there are not too many historic comments being made. nor has there been any significant landmarks.”

“that is because this isn’t a tour, lady y/n.” jacaerys swiftly moved to walk next to you yet again, forcing you to turn yourself forward. ahead of you stood a rather large door, one he opened ever so slightly. with an outstretched hand, he motioned for you to enter first. “lady y/n,” he commented, making you roll your eyes and place your hand in his yet again.

the breeze outside had some strength to it, but its temperature was moderate as you stood out on the balcony alongside jacaerys. it was completely dark except for the two torches next to the door, but the lack of light was truly worth it for the view you had.

below you, the streets of king’s landing was lit up with its street lights. even at night it was bustling with markets, entertainment, music, and people, all glowing under the lights that decorated the streets. the lines of light that went down the streets seemed to stretch on for miles, the lines getting smaller as they did, but still as bright as ever. you could see the houses and their windows, some of them open to let the breeze in. lines of the city went on for miles and almost surrounded the red keep.

“this was the angle i was speaking of,” jacaerys said, leaning against the railing as he stared at the city alongside you. your shoulders were touching with how close the two of you were, and there was a certain amount of warmth that came with it that left comfort in his heart. he looked at you, thankful that you were too enamored in the city to notice how he was staring yet again.

“it’s breathtaking,” you murmured, too focused on the lights to come up with a witty remark. you turned to him to find him staring at you already, his face unreadable. “when did you think of bringing me here?”

“you said that you have not seen the streets of king’s landing because your father was cautious,” jacaerys shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you to look at the star filled sky, “i believe that this is the best solution; a safe yet beautiful way to see king’s landing at night.”

you couldn’t help the genuine smile that appeared on your face at his words. the fact that he had thought of such a way to let you see the city was a gesture you honestly wouldn’t just let go as if it was nothing. “you’re a good man, my prince.”

“you would think that after i bring you here, you would at least call me jace,” jacaerys said, a laugh escaping him as you rolled your eyes and nudged him yet again. “c’mon, lady y/n, just call me jace.”

“okay, jace,” you grinned at him, failing to notice the blush on his face, “you are quite persuasive. you’ll make a good king some day.”

after your brother disappeared, you had learned to trust your gut instinct.

you had a horrible habit of thinking too much into things that it clouded your judgement. your older brother, magnus, always noticed when you’d ‘drift away’ from conversation whenever something hooked your mind.

he’d always nudge you softly, saying a small, “keep yourself grounded, sister,” that always brought you back.

his disappearance had left you to deal with those moments on your own. even after three years and being the age of six and ten, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to do it at times. but all those criticizing thoughts always began with that tugging feeling in your gut.

that was what you felt now, as you and jacaerys made your way back to the festivities. because in the distance, a silhouette of a tall and lanky man came into view before you both could continue down the hallway. there it was— the tugging feeling in your stomach that signaled that something was not right. hesitantly, you took your shoes from jacaerys, interrupting his talk about his dragon.

“lord hightower,” jacaerys stated, the rest of his words dying in his throat as he looked up at the hand of the king. he, too, felt that pit in his stomach, for while you knew nothing much of the man, jacaerys knew enough of him to not trust him.

“prince jacaerys, lady arslan,” otto’s stern eyes flashed your way, looking down briefly at the shoes you held, before returning to the prince, “how nice it is to find the both of you,” he clasped his hands together, towering over the both of you, “i am sure that you are missed in the celebration.” his tone was sharp, implying something else entirely as he stood in front of you.

“we were just making our way back, lord hightower,” you responded, cursing yourself for the slight waver in your voice. “it was a pleasure to see you.” ever so quickly, you moved past the man, jacaerys following closely behind you. goosebumps ran up and down your arms at the feeling of eyes behind your back, and as you turned your head to look, you saw lord otto hightower’s eyes burn holes into you.

the walk to the entrance of the great hall was quiet, the both of you basking in the relief that came with avoiding a possible consequence. you stopped to the side of the entrance, leaning down to fix your shoes back on before you stood back up. you fixed your hair the best you could (the wind from the balcony had done a number on you, you were sure of it), turning to the prince. “how do i look?”

jacaerys looked at you then, standing under a torchlight, and felt his mouth run dry. the good bands that decorated your arms shone bright under the flames, and he could see the dusting of crushed seashells on your skin that left it glittering. your golden eyes shone bright as they stared at him, waiting for his answer. “good,” he murmured, and that was (thankfully) enough for you.

“good.” you nodded your head, peeking into the great hall before turning to him, “are you ready, jace?”

“as long as you are, y/n.”

you both slipped into the great hall, easily blending in with the crowd as you made your way to where your father stood. he was in front of princess rhaenyra and prince daemon, both of whom were sitting in their respective seats at the front of the great hall. you moved to stand next to your father, your presence making him turn his head towards you and raise a brow.

“princess rhaenyra, prince daemon,” you bowed your head slightly, as your curtsied, “it is a pleasure to finally meet you both.”

jacaerys slipped into his seat next to his mother, ignoring the look daemon gave him as he quickly fixed his hair and clothes. he reached for his cup, feigning exhaustion from dancing.

rhaenyra looked at you, your hair (while honestly, still well pinned back) slightly messy, and the entrance of her eldest son with messier hair. a small smile graced the heir’s face, and she made a mental note to gently tease her son about it later. “it’s wonderful to meet you, lady arslan. i hope you enjoyed the dances as much as my son has.”

your face reddened at the comment, but you nodded in response, “indeed.”

“y/n, i was inviting princess rhaenyra and her family to stay in iona for some time,” lord aegeus commented, and you raised your brows at that.

after your brother’s disappearance, very little visitors had visited iona. there were the occasional diplomats and traders, but no one with as much importance as the heir and her family. your father had become a shadow of himself after he lost your mother upon your birth, and after magnus was gone, he threw himself into focusing only on his people and you. to hear that he was offering to house the heir was, frankly, completely unlike him.

“it would be wonderful to finally see iona’s islands,” princess rhaenyra said, “i have always wanted to go there as a child. it’s always seemed so beautiful.”

“iona will surely welcome you,” lord aegeus responded, a shadow of a smile on his lips. “how does visiting in two weeks time sound? if it is allowed in your schedule, princess.”

you felt that feeling again as they continued to talk; the feeling of eyes burning into your skull. you looked down the right of the table in front of you, gazing past the throne and to the hightowers. both of them were listening to everything princess rhaenyra and lord aegeus was saying.

ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV

#AUTHORSNOTE— surprise, i write for house of the dragon now. sorry if i get anything wrong in regards to the titles, greetings, etc! i'll start a tag list if people are interested in this. feel free to send me asks about this series!

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Falling For Someone The Polar Opposite Of Them

— Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader

I Knew You’d Linger Like A Tattoo Kiss

— Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Being In An Arranged Marriage

— Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Aegon and Aemond Falling For Their Childhood Friend

— Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Of Silver and Emerald

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

The Cost of Duty [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

— Aegon II Targaryen x reader

From My Hand To Yours

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

A Sign Of Things To Come

— Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen!reader, Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Reacting To Their Wife Flirting With Their Brother

— Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader

You’re Not Like The Regulars [Part 2]

— Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Snow On The Beach

— Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!reader

From The Tides [Ongoing Series]

— (platonic) Lucerys Velaryon x reader, (eventual) Aemond Targaryen x reader

I Would Die For You In Secret [Part 2] [Prologue]

— Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!reader

An Ego Thing

— Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Touch Starved Aemond

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

Anti-Hero

— Aegon II Targaryen x reader

A Lady Wife Who Loves To Hunt

— Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Battle of Wits

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

Eye Of The Beholder [Ongoing Series]

— Aegon II Targaryen x blind!reader

Poppies and Aster

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

Consequences

— Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Like The Fairytales

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

Aemond realizing he is in love with his betrothed

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

I Knew You’d Haunt All Of My What-Ifs [Part 2 of I Knew You’d Linger Like A Tattoo Kiss]

— Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Turn Back Time

— Aemond Targaryen x reader

Words Unsaid

— Aemond Targaryen x nonverbal!reader

Vices

— Aegon II Targaryen x reader

The Lady Strong

— Aemond Targaryen x strong!reader

Like Recognizes Like

— Aemond Targaryen x disabled!reader

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bubblestopia · 1 year

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you are dating them [headcanon]

characters included: Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon

warnings: mention of sexual activities

A/N: please don't be too harsh on judging it, i’m still learning so be patient with me. reblogs and comments are grateful appreciated, I am always open to new ideas and suggestions. I suppose I should mention that english is not my first language.

this is a work is fiction utilising characters from HBO’s House Of The Dragon series.

Aegon Targaryen

we have to accept the fact that this man will not give up to his bad habits so easily, we have to work hard for it.

he claims he is a dom but when he is with you, the love one, he is a sub sometimes, he can also be a good dom when he is in the mood of course

has nightmares every time and comes to you to comfort him

we all know he seeks love, attention and most important a loving touch

he learns how to be loving and to not hurt you

probably at some point in the relationship he will be comfortable to ask for more stuff intimacy

he wears a lot of rings and when holding hands you love playing with them, he secretly loves that

his nicknames for you would be my love and probably he will call you his light but not all the time, on special occasion

he will be the first one to say I love you, probably after you show a little bit of affection

he loves if you take baths with him and help him to wash himself

I believe he loves chubby persons, laying his head on your thighs, belly and boobs is his religion

he will worship you especially in bed

his love language is touching

Aemond Targaryen

at first he will be cold towards you, but only because he cares about you and doesn't want you to suffer

he will learn to show you affection in time and we have to be patients

his love language is gift giving

the gifts we will receive are probably books that he already annotated for you

he would love if you hold into his arm

he loves when you braid his hair

he will be intimate with you out of duty at first but when you two grow closer he would ravish and worship you

he would be gentle but if you ask politely he will be more than happy to fulfil your needs

he loves to hear you beg

he is expert with hands

I believe he is into chocking

his nicknames for you would be dear and probably he will find a pet name that suits your personality the best

he is the jealous type but will not show it to you, but he will have a nice conversation with the other guy who dared to look or speak with you

Jacaerys Velaryon

this man screams gentleman

the lord of aftercare

his love language is words of affirmation and touching

he needs to hold your hand every time you are with him

you two would have picnics in garden, reading and enjoying the flowers

eye contact every single time especially in bed

he will cherish and worship you like a goddess

he refers to you as a work of art

his nicknames for you would be love or darling

hugs from behind are a must, either if its from you or him

he will tease you a lot when you two are not alone but only when the mood is set up, he will whisper what he will do to you during the dinner

he loves to give you flowers, but only one at a time

if he falls for you he will fall hard

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justrandomthoughs · 1 year

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Obsessed with Jace and a dragon like reader who’s feral for him. Him sneaking into her room and sleeping on her bed. She confronts him about it and he’s horrified. “How’d you know?” She just looks at him and goes “my room reeks like you. It smells like we’ve mated.”

Yan! Jacaerys x Dragon! Reader - Perv! Jace is found out

TW: Swearing (by me—sorry), Sexual content, Unhealthy behavior

HMMM YES,

I know it's so implausible in the story for, like, a viable dragon-human hybrid (but thats also another story, I've been listening to too many Alt Shwift X/Alt Shift X videos lol) but I fucking LOVE the premise. Grrr, ruff ruff. Absolutely rabid for it. Y'all know Targaryen's ride dragons, so I'm enjoying connecting the dots between that and dragon reader smut lol.

Oooo, so the well-known, community wide, factual about Jace is that he's a lil' fucking pervert (but he tries not to give in to his impulsive and continual desires). So, I see him smelling your used clothes, pillows, towels, etc. Also he'd be doing it in your room, just hoping that he can do it quickly and sneakily enough that you don't catch him.

He will be raging the guiltiest, most perverse, boner and he will be PALMING that MF so hard. He might try to use what he swiped to jerk himself off, but it would only be for a moment since he doesn't want to leave any 'real' (to humans) evidence. He'd probably have a little hand towel or something with him to clean up and he'd bring it back with him so he doesn't leave any hard tracks (Oh god I just realized I picture Jace as a closet pervert... Idk y'all how do we feel about that lol. I like it since I clearly am inclined by virtue of my writing, lol, but I want to hear opinionsss!!!).

If you were for sure going to be out of the Red Keep or Dragonstone, I think he'd, at least once, lie on your bed and maybe fantasizes about talking, waking up, cuddling, fucking you on it. He just love anything that has to do with you, so he fantasizes about it for a bit. Probably also jerks himself off, turned on by the 'closeness' of the act because he's in your room. It's just filled with the essence of you, and he's drunk off it.

Dudes, when you fucking confront him he feels that HOT-ASS WHITE DREAD. He tried being really careful but I think that the high of doing something so improper and taboo like invading your personal area—and even jerking off in there—clouded his best judgement/intelligence. If it wasn't for the carnal desire, and the irrationality that stems from it, fucking up his rationality I think he'd have been smart enough to realize before he indulged that you would be able to tell. He probably had a lot of morality debates with himself, lol, but that bad side caved his will in. It would plague his mind for weeks though before he acts.

I think he might fuck up and say "How do you know?". FUCKING DEAD GIVE AWAY BRO. Deceased, but could still see it, perhaps if you teased him a lot before you revealed what you know. His brain would be too overloaded/lacking blood—it's all in his dick lol—that his self-preservation is out the goddamn window.

I think he could also say "What do you mean?" trying to be as vague as possible on his end but still probing into how damning the evidence you have against him is. BTW. By the FUCKING way. He'd be so red in the face. Stutters abound, light fidgeting (noticeable to you because dragon-observant [it just works] and also you are keeping your cool unlike him lol.), and not maintaining prolonged eye contact. Frequently breaks it to look at his feet or hands.

When you brought up the fact the the air smells like y'all mated, bro would be SO god damn dead. First off, he loves the fact that you made a comment on the possibility/result of the two of you having sex. Saying that it smells like the two of you having coupled, it makes him wonder about what it would actually smell like. Secondly, the fact that you said mated instead of fucked, had sex, or made love, gives your statement extra connotation. (What is the purpose of mating—the production of another life form, creation of life. Unlike fucked, sex, made love, the word mating indicates a direct effort to produce offspring). I think his mind might try to grab at straws and think that since you had the word mating come to your mind before fucking, etc, means that you've thought about mating with him. Starting a family with him. Being mated for life to each other. Clearly he has done the same for you. But oh god I could talk about this for longer but this is getting a bit long lol

Mind you this is all within about 1-5 mins before Dragon! Reader shows Jacaerys what the FUCK is up. This time the dragon will be riding the Targaryen....... OOOOOFFFF.

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faces-ofvenus · 1 year

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Hi sweetheart I'm here as I said, I've been thinking about headcanons all night based on what you said. I have two things in mind so we can start with the soft one. I would like you to base of a girl older than him, perhaps a little younger than his own mother with whom Jace feels he has totally lost his mind. Thank you very much!

— 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧: 𝐚𝐛𝐜𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐠𝐡

A - affection | how do they show affection

The way Jacaerys shows how much he likes you, or cherishes you, will always be mostly for quality time, he just wants to be with you, or be near you, look at you as if you were simply the most magnificent and divine being, without any outside interference.

The fact that he prefers a thousand times to be near you when he is free from his duties than to do anything, whenever someone is looking for you they just look for you, because they know that Jacaerys takes advantage of every moment to be able to be near you.

But one thing I would see different maybe with your s/o would be the fact that he is more open to physical touches, and more affectionate, than if you were a younger person, this especially if you want to touch him back, it may not even seem like it but he listens and hears the whispers and gossip around him very well, he just learned to live with it.

To think that people think he is with you just for a political/economic deal disgusts him, the fact that you are older than him has never helped either, not that he would care, nothing intimidates him, nothing, especially the people the other lords and ladies teasing him, this only makes him kiss you for longer periods, and longer, obviously nothing that is too promiscuous he respects and still wants to honor you.

B - balance | how do they balance you, work/school/life?

It's so hard, he's almost going crazy sometimes, because all he would like to do is be in bed with you, sleeping, having a cuddle session, or just relaxing, everything, but as his mother always or almost always makes a point of reminding him, he would be your heir, and should be prepared for it, Jace has always had so much of this stigma about him, it would be so hard to get out of it.

I see that sometimes he ends up not only neglecting himself, but you as well, like the days you barely saw each other and exchanged words, sometimes it was the endless classes that took up his time, sometimes it was his dragon training, sometimes it was some private didactic with his mother or uncle.

Just when he thinks he can be alone with you, there sincerely appears some extravagant and pompous event that he would have to attend.

And not only that, you being a widow and having taken control of your husband's house wouldn't be easy either, you know how much the jealous wolves want your position, and you know how easy it would be for them to take it away from you, so you work twice as hard, and sometimes verge on exhaustion, even if your last and first thought, when sleeping and waking up are those of Jacaerys, your handsome and jovial prince.

When honestly the scales were already full and you guys just exploded, Jace would drop all obligations, fuck sincerely he thought, he hadn't felt his lips in a week, it was killing him, and you could say the same.

So if I were to give a rating of how balanced you two are, I think I would give it a 6 out of 10.

C — cuddles | do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?

I already say that in public you and Jacaerys are as reserved as possible, yes you have some caressing exchanges, mostly with your hands, and some dropped kisses when you can't hold your affection any longer, but you both wouldn't like to give that taste to the people around you.

But in private, yes oh man, you guys can't get away from each other, I think the best place you would love to cuddle obviously would be either in your bed or in his bed, that's obviously if you're both not married yet and it's a total secret, but if you are your bed has seen so many things, I think Jace loves it when you're on top of him, he's sitting at the head of the bed, you're on his lap, just cuddling and kissing, you laugh because Jacaerys makes you feel like a little girl in pre-puberty, who is just having make-out sessions with the boy she liked.

And honestly you love that feeling, how he makes you feel invigorated, when he kisses not only your lips, but your hands, your cheek, forehead, nose to the back of your ear, when you do the same act with him, and you're just enjoying that moment alone, that's for sure the best part of your days.

Jacaerys loves it when you go out and he is just lying on your lap while you are messily mussing up your hair, and Vermax is behind you, cuddling up too, maybe those days are the best of his life, his heart in those moments just thinks that this is why he fell head over heels in love with you, and that the choice to marry you, or to be with you, could never be the wrong one.

D - date | what was your first date?

You were honestly quite apprehensive about going on a date with Jacaerys, not just because of the talk, or your own insecurities, but just because, you had seen him as a child, a nephew, for so long, even though you had feelings for him, it still felt strange to you, the possibility of going out on a date with him.

Especially being seen publicly, all of this frightened you too much, and Jace quickly realized it, that he in no way wanted to make you uncomfortable, and for a moment thought you were denying him or wanting to cancel, which you vehemently denied and just admitted you were unsure if it was right.

Your first date was in his room, yes it was strange and everyone would think that something was going on within the walls, but honestly it was absolutely nothing of the sort, Jace simply made his room into a restaurant, it was so surprising that it didn't have a bed, you would surely call it some kind of dining room or something, the servants just showed up to drop off dinner and so on.

You were free of the ties, uncle and niece or any insecurity that clouded your minds, you were just two young men getting to know each other, no labels, no ties, you allowed yourself to laugh and joke with Jace, and some of his teasing jokes, while he will a new side of you (somewhat sarcastic and bold) you also allowed him to show his flirtatiousness, and you saw no longer the boy you thought he was, but a man.

E - excited | how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?

Describing how excited Jacaerys gets when he sees you is simply impossible, this is due to the fact of the anxiety he feels, before they even established a relationship, he could not show that he was in love, even failing miserably in this sense, and as you yourself did not live in Dragonstone, and only visited a few times a week he spent the rest of the days waiting for your arrival, and you came at the moments he least expected, to make his anxiety worse.

From this he always wanted to be ready for your visits, yes the maids were shocked at how you he was always highly cleaned, he prized for care to impress you, and always wanted to have something new to show you and impress you, when his eyes directly hit your eyes, they seem to glow, his heart beats so fast, and his hands even get a little sweaty, he gets almost all silly when talking to you, you find it so sweet, it draws sighs from you, how attentive he is to you.

You feel almost the same, it's strange, and you hate it, you hate it all, you don't want to feel anxious to see your nephew, your friend's son, you don't want to feel warm when his brown eyes look at you like that, you just don't want to but sometimes it can't be impossible.

F - fighting | what happens when you fight

Okay, both you and he are extremely pacifist people, you try very hard to talk to solve your problems, even if sometimes you provoke each other to the point of causing small discussions, between you, but as I said, they are silly provocations that lead to equally silly discussions.

But when it's a serious discussion that really wears both you and him down, things aren't so nice, I can't say that between you there's shouting and crying, you're just cruel, saying things that you know can hurt each other, as a way to get somewhere that neither of you know.

You have already cited the fact that he is a bastard, and he is a bastard due to the fact that you are already at an "advanced" age and have no children, and it was painful to say the least, to have such an awkward and awkward silence between you after that, you just want to apologize, and go back on your words.

Your fights usually happened when one of you was EXTREMELY exhausted, when your responsibilities, sleepless nights, and days without seeing each other, charged the bill in the end, you then became two totally different people than you really are, Rhaenyra always warned you of your easy irritability when mentally exhausted, and already warned her own son with the same speech.

But your stubbornness and obvious pride often ended up blinding you, making you get into these kinds of fights and more serious discussions, sometimes for totally idiotic reasons, but that end up becoming big things.

G - gorgeous | pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?

As he likes to be called first of all, Jace is crazy when you use the suffix "my" so hot from your lips, he loves the possession over him that you hold, my prince, my love, and specially my king, you calling him king, that's something quite personal, knowing the problems you'd have if you were heard calling him king, but he doesn't stop being so elated when you're in your rooms, and you just whisper in his ear in a way that's for sure to tease him, ah you love to tease Jace.

He's not a shy man, but he can't stop himself from blushing, when you look at him seductively and call him by that nomenclature, he feels so trapped, like he can do anything you ask.

Sometimes to get a little joke out of him, mostly for fun, you call him, "little Velaryon," or "Velaryon child," he hates it a little, he admits, and sometimes it reminds him of his tender age, the age comparisons between you, and he doesn't want to feel like he can't have a woman like you, or that you deserved someone older and more "mature," but nothing that a kiss on the lips, and arms wrapped around your neck pulling you closer can't fix, and you add your weak point, "My sweet Velaryon child".

Nicknames like Jace are also used quite often, not so much as my prince for example, or my love, it's just that you think it's more intimate, and easier to use in public, without either of you ending up embarrassing or offending anyone and he likes it, in fact everything that comes out of your beautiful lips he loves just for being yours.

Jacaerys is also a man of many nicknames, usually he likes to call you also with the suffix mine, not only he sees that it is yours, but he likes to remind you that you are also his, he calls you my princess, you denied it saying that you are not a princess, and he like, you will marry me, so yes you are a princess, AH my princess, my love especially when you are in romantic moments, Jace has a lot of creativity with nicknames, and he is always changing them, he just has many ways to describe you in the sweetest ways possible.

The day you touched Vermax, he called you sweet dragon tamer, and you were looking all scared shitless, how can you find a cute nickname for that, and he just laughs and kisses your forehead, while encouraging you to touch the dragon even more.

He calls you my queen, and you just look at him so skeptical, we can't blame you, anyone would fall in love with that, and you might as well be jumping up and down with pure happiness, and living a cheesy romance, but just, you're realistic, just an engagement between you is something, almost, almost impossible, now you being his queen, it's just so far away, you never thought.

But the way he speaks with such conviction, when he looks at you with adoration and talks about how beautiful and beloved queen you will be, and will not only stay in the role, but will command and rule by your side, that is so, you never imagined it just makes you sure, that he is for sure the man of dreams, and you are so lucky, and are sure to enjoy that feeling.

H - hi | first time meeting

You obviously met because you were a long time friend of Princess Rhaenyra, even though you were about 5 or 4 years younger than her, in adulthood you eventually met again, and really created a bond of friendship, just as you were also friends with Lady Alicent.

The visits to King's Landing and Dragonstone were even very frequent, sometimes you were the moral compass of both, especially of the ambitious Alicent, but anyway, you were present at the birth of Jacaerys Velaryon, your first "legitimate" son with Lord Laenor Velaryon, honestly you didn't feel anything for the child, it would even be strange, being more busy with your own troubled personal life.

Even knowing the possible illegitimacy of your considered "nephews" and the possible crossroads your friend was getting into, always supporting her you always helped the three boys, especially Jace and Luke, giving many lessons on content entertainment, you were considered one of the smartest minds in Westeros, even being a little "young" and inconsequential.

Jacaerys quickly came to see you yes still as his aunt, but honestly from the age of 13 or 14 he could already eagerly feel the butterflies in his stomach whenever he looked at you, whenever you scolded him or taught him were his best moments of the day, you were so beautiful to him, maybe the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and also one of the most different (he would be a young Rhaenyra, and you would be a mold of Daemon).

I hope it turned out minimally good and coherent, gee I told you I was going to share it, I was so looking forward to it.

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Can you do a one shot where reader is taking Modern hotd bowlling for the first time as cause their rich they never did that sort of stuff. Could you include Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, Jacerys and any other character you would like

Ok, but I loved this request!!!! My eyes skipped over the "oneshot" part of the request, so this is in headcanon form, so sorry about that, but I hope you still enjoy it!!!!

Bowling with the Modern!Targaryens HC

Aegon: Aegon believes he’s going to be the bowling champ, he’s never bowled before, but he’s so sure he’s going to win. He does not. He throws gutter ball after gutter ball and refuses to have the bumper put up because he finds it embarrassing. You have to pacify him with beer and nachos. Then after a while he just up and rage-quits, spending the rest of the time sitting on the couch with his food while heckling Aemond and Jacaerys as they take their turns.

Aemond: This man was watching pro bowlers on YouTube, studying their technique, and preparing himself for this day. He does not want to look stupid, and it pays off. You cheer for him every time he gets a strike, which make Aegon grumble. Aemond throws so gracefully you’d think he’d been bowling all his life. He doesn’t want the beer, but he finds a surprising pleasure in the nachos. He also does a great job of ignoring Aegon’s heckling.

Helaena: Sweet Helaena watches her brothers and requests the bumpers be put up, she has no shame, she knows she’s new to the game. She does surprisingly well and smiles widely when she gets her first strike. Helaena only uses the pink bowling balls, and gives them all names, which you think is adorable. She likes the candy and Icees you can buy from the snack bar, sitting next to Aegon and stealing a few of his nachos when it isn’t her turn.

Jacaerys: This boy throws bowling balls down the alley like he’s punishing them. He can’t control his strength and the balls go flying off into other people’s lanes. Once the bumpers go up, he does decently well, but he gets caught up in fighting with Aegon. He’s more a fan of the food than the game, but he has a good time and ends up in third place behind you and Aemond.

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its-vannah · 1 year

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Question...? | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this, to the point that there's another authors note at the end. Love y'all! Enjoy!

Warnings: Arranged marriage, mentions of infidelity, use of the words "whore" and "prostitute", unhappy bethrothal, angst, fluff

Midnights Masterlist

Before arriving at Dragonstone, your sister took you aside and sat you down in your chambers, smoothing out the front of your dress as if you were still a child in need of constant care.

Taking a deep breath, she sat beside you, placing a hand on your cheek, "My Y/N..."

A small, timid smile appeared on your face. But you wouldn't meet her eyes. You couldn't. A piece of you felt betrayed by what she had done just days prior. Giving your hand away without a word.

By the way

"Before you leave for Dragonstone, there's some things I need to share with you," She explained, "Some things you may not want to hear, but should."

You nodded halfheartedly, "Yes, Aurely?"

Have to say

"The prince will expect certain things from and of you. Things you may not be prepared for."

Shaking your head, you smiled at her, laying your hand atop of hers, "Sister, mother has already been over this. The ceremony, what happens after the ceremony... How fast I need to be with child. I know."

I just may like some explanations

Releasing a shaky breath, your sister shook her head, "No, Y/N, other things. Things mother wouldn't dare share with you."

Raising a brow, your smile faltered, "Is it something bad?"

"It's not good."

You urged her to continue, "Go on."

"It's common for men to take on other women in addition to their wives. Whores, as they're called. They could be noble women, servants, commoners, even prostitutes. Even your closest friends."

Your shoulders fell, "He could be different, Aurely."

She shook her head, "Most men aren't."

"But what about Robert? He treats you well."

She laughed, "He treats his whores better."

Your eyes went wide, "I'm sorry, Aurely, I didn't know."

Fuckin' politics and gender roles

"Everyone knows, they just don't discuss it. Because it's not meant to be discussed. I wish someone had warned me before I was wed, but they didn't. So I'm telling you now. Keep your head up and mouth shut."

"You can't possibly expect me to do that."

Staring into your eyes, she gripped your shoulder, "You will. For the sake of your marriage, you will."

"It isn't much of a marriage without loyalty and trust. How am I supposed to trust my husband when he's sneaking off every night?"

"You're not."

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Your meeting with Prince Jacaerys had gone as expected. Awkwardly.

After introducing yourselves, you took a quiet walk through the garden, the two of you talking about the weather and your families. Nothing terribly personal. Nothing a man would ask his fiance, and nothing a woman would ask hers.

Good girl, sad boy

You couldn't get a good read on him. He looked sad, but he had a level of confidence you couldn't match. He was sure of himself, and it showed.

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That night, a ball was planned in honor of your engagement. After spending hours getting ready, your mother making sure everything was in place, the doors into the great hall opened.

Guests piled in, lord's and ladies, nobility, and knights.

Not long after, you made your entrance, a gentle smile on your face as you moved to sit beside Jacaerys at the long dining table.

She was on your mind

He nodded kindly to you, and for a split second, you thought he was coming around. But the longer the dinner went on, the more you realized that his attention wasn't on you, but the woman at the end of the table.

It was one drink after another

She was dressed in red, the color of blood, and her long dark hair cascaded down her back. She was beautiful. And whenever he caught her eye, he bowed his head and looked away, draining his glass of wine.

With some dickhead guy

Even when the two of you were supposed to be dancing, solely focused on one another, his eyes were glued to her. But she wasn't even looking his way. She was dancing with another. And when she did return his gaze, regret was plastered on her face.

There was something you were missing that had happened between the two of them, but you didn't know what. And you were hesitant to ask. But you had always been curious, and it always got the best of you.

It was only when he stopped dancing all together for a moment that he realized you had followed his gaze. And your heart broke.

Fuckin' situations, circumstances

Pulling away, you excused yourself and quickly exited the hall, ignoring the stares of the people you passed on your way out. This wasn't about them. They weren't a part of this marriage.

Making your way to your guest chambers, you hastily opened the door, closing it softly behind you. You had heard the sounds of slamming doors your whole life—you refused to stop that low.

Just barely yourself together, you could hardly breathe. Struggling to unlace your dress, you spent a few minutes unraveling the string until it hung loosely over your body.

Slipping it off, you were in the middle of untying your corset when you heard a soft tapping at your door.

Hesitant to open it, you inched towards the door, slowly twisting and pulling the handle open to peer out the door.

Standing before you was Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. A look of sadness on his face as he gazed down at you through his lashes, "Lady Y/N, I've come to apologize. May I come in?

"I'm not sure that's appropriate. There'd be talk."

"We're to be wed, there'll be talk regardless."

Accepting his words, you pulled the door open, stepping to the side.

Still standing in your half fastened corset and underdress, you felt bare before him. But according to your mother and sister, he'd see you like this soon enough. So you didn't bother covering up.

"I'm sorry for my actions, my Lady. It was wrong of me to look elsewhere. My attentions should have been solely on you. And from this day on, they will."

You could tell he was sincere, but you had questions. Questions you didn't want to go unanswered.

Can I ask you a question?

"May I ask you something, Prince Jacaerys?"

He nodded, "Please, call me Jace."

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, you pat the spot beside you, "Come, sit."

"I'm not sure this is appropriate."

You raised a brow, "You're already in my chambers unchaperoned, and I am hardly clothed. I think we're past the point of what is and isn't appropriate."

Accepting the truth, he sat beside you, "What would you like to know?"

"Have you ever been in love?"

He shook his head, "I can't answer that."

It's just a question

"But you can. And you will if you wish to earn my respect."

If Aurely could see you know, she'd have your head. But she wasn't here, and neither was your mother.

After a long pause, he nodded, "Yes."

"With the girl—at the ball?"

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise

His head hung in defeat, "Yes."

You shook your head in response, "What's her name?"

Jace's eyes sprung open, "You don't plan on harming her, do you?"

I just may like to have a conversation

"No, Jace, I don't. I just wish to know more about you. You may never love me, and I you, but I want to know what love feels like. Even if I'll never have it."

"Her name is Sara Snow," He said, "She married into a wealthy family. I met her in the gardens of Driftmark."

"Tell me about her."

He glanced over at you, "This doesn't upset you?"

"We're past that point, Jace."

He sighed, "She was beautiful. That was the first thing I noticed about her. Her beauty. She may not have come from a high family, but she was graceful. Around others, at least. She was... Passionate. Born from fire, I used to tell her. She wouldn't take no for an answer."

"How long were you with her?"

"Three years. Whenever I had the chance to be with her, I was. I couldn't stay away. It's like she grabbed me and didn't let go. And I didn't want her to."

You nodded, "When was the last time you were with her?"

Did you realize out of time?

"A day before I found out about our betrothal. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was unloyal to you."

Miscommunications and I

So your sister had been wrong. About the physical aspect, at least. Emotionally, his heart still yearned for her.

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

"How did she take it?"

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh

He left out a breathy laugh, but he didn't find what he was about to say funny, "She couldn't have cared less. She was wed two days later. I hadn't known she was betrothed."

Do you wish you could still touch her?

"Do you miss her?"

And you're not sure and I don't know

"Yes. No. I think so. Yes. It hurts like hell. But I can't do anything about it. I'm betrothed, she's married. And I honor myself with being loyal."

"I'm sorry, Jacaerys," You said, returning to formalities, "I'm sorry that I'm not Sara Snow."

We had one thing going on

He shook his head, "I'm glad you're not like her."

"In what way?"

I swear that it was something

He sighed, "You're sincere about what you say. You care. And that's easily noticed. It's what will make you a good Queen."

"Thank you, my prince."

The two of you were silent for a moment, and then he turned to you, "It will take time, Y/N, but I don't think I'll harbor love for Sara forever. I think, given time, I will grow to love you not only as a wife, but as a friend. But I need your patience. I'm..."

"Healing?" You finished, finally meeting his eyes.

A sigh of relief washed over him, "My thoughts exactly."

Rising from the bed, he extended a hand to you, "Shall we return to the ball?"

You looked down at your clothes, "I'm not sure it's acceptable to go back as I am."

"I could help you, if you'd like."

"Are you sure?"

Jace picked your gown up off the floor, placing it on the side of the bed, "Certain."

Then what did you do?

He carefully laced up your corset, his fingers gliding a long the ribbons as he criss crossed them, tying it at the bottom.

Turning you to face him, he slipped your gown back over your head, pulling your arms through one at a time before smoothing it down over you.

"Beautiful."

But one thing after another

Your heart fluttered at his comment, but you calmed your nerves, reminding yourself of his words: this will take time.

A color I have searched for since

Gazing up at his brown eyes, his hands stayed at your waist for a moment

Painted all my nights

Your mother had always told you that she found a sense of comfort in deep brown eyes, and until now, you hadn't understood why. But it all made sense now. That color was everything to you from that point on. Because it was his.

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The day of your wedding came, and although there was still a ways to go, you and Jace had come far in your friendship.

'Cause I don't remember who I was before you

Instead of seeking other friends to speak to about everyday topics, you sought out one another, eagerly filling each other in on what happened throughout your days with a smile. Now you were working on building your relationship with each other, which neither of you feared anymore.

So now, as you stood with your finger intertwined, finshing your vows, you accepted your future with Jace gladly.

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

He leaned into kiss you, and you met him halfway, softening in his embrace.

But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?

The only thing that broke you apart was the eruption of clapping from your guests, who were smiling and raising their glasses to the new couple, the future King and Queen of the seven kingdoms.

Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?

From that point on, you were Jace's sole focus. To him, everything else came after you and your happiness.

(I remember)

Years later, you still remembered what he told you that night.

But tonight

Under the night sky, he looked at you and, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear, smiled, saying, "I think it's happening."

"What is?" You questioned, turning to face him.

Got swept away in the gray

"I'm falling in love with you," He said, "I guess it happened faster than I had planned."

"That's the thing about love, Jace. You can't plan it."

He nodded and, with a smile, leaned into your embrace. Jace had fallen for you, and you for him. That was something that could never be taken away.

That you saw that night

After breaking away, you gazed up at him, "And Jace? I'm falling in love with you, too."

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A/N: In so many books, movies, and shows these days, love is shown as something that happens in an instant. Often times, we expect for love to happen at the snap of a finger. But not all love is instant. In this fic, you and Jace fall for each other slowly, and are still actively falling for each other by the end. As much as I love fast love tropes, it's important to remember that sometimes, the things that take the longest wind up being the best.

Thank you all for your support in this series. It means the world to me to read your comments and see how much y'all are enjoying it. Stay safe and love y'all!

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tachibubu · 1 year

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Never Good Enough (2/3)

∆ PAIRING ; Yandere!Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader/OC/Self-Insert x Slight!Jacaerys Velaryon

∆ SUMMARY ; Your wedding with your betrothed Jacaerys is nearing, while your secret pursuiter is growing ever more eager. Entering Kingslanding once again to prepare for your wedding and the succession of Driftmark, a supposedly family gathering became something much more than mingling.

∆ WARNINGS ; Incest obvs, spoilers of Episode 8, a bit actions of sexual sht? But did not continue, s3xu4l h4rassment, possessive sht obvs, no comfort, stalking, enemies to enemies, dont even fuckin do this in real life, just fuckin torture. Also OOC except for Jace cause I truly believe hes perfect i want to marry him. Also sorry Ewan if you're reading this.

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It was a beautiful day. To clear your head before starting on your lesson plan and schedule for the day, you made the decision to compose an essay about the history of the current time. A letter from someone you knew too well was brought out by your sworn handmaiden after she had collected your daily mail.

To put it mildly, your daily life was comfortable, and you actually loved it that way. You spent the week studying with the maesters and (as proposed by your stepmother Rhaenyra, which you eagerly accepted) tutoring your brother-in-law Lucerys about economics, while on the weekends you became closer to your betrothed Jacaerys.

Lucerys and you had a lovely connection. Rhaenyra didn't trust the Maesters enough when he didn't enthusiastically express what he had learned, so you were his teacher for the remainder of your time as a fiancée. His ears perked up, and he nodded keenly to his mother when you said you could assist.

Rhaena joined the class while you were educating Lucerys in order to support her fiancé, but after she saw how much she loved it, she began coming back frequently to take lessons from you. Baela would visit your small class when she crossed paths between you three, and you would gladly accept her insights on the topics.

Although you were disappointed in what happened to your one-eyed first crush, Jacaerys made up for it by showing up earlier than expected on your dates with multiple gifts and going on numerous dragon-riding escapades with his dragon throughout Driftmark. You’d admit it, you had fallen quite in love with the prince.

So you’d admit your shock when someone else hadn't moved on.

You asked the maid, "Who is it from?" without batting an eye, fearing that the note's sender and contents were the same person who had been constantly sending you letters ever since you left Kingslanding.

Your handmaiden Olea was hesitant to respond to your inquiry. Before responding, "It's from Prince Aemond Targaryen, my lady," she chewed her lower lip.

You extended your hand as Olea placed the letter on it, and a sigh escaped your mouth. You scrunched your nose at the contents in disgust.

The letter stated, 'My beloved (Y/N), after several letters of my pursuing, you have yet to respond to any of my proceedings. I have received the news of the bethrotal of my dear nephew—I forgot his name, but I am sure you know it all too well. Was I divulging the news incorrectly? Was my hearing giving up on me as I was unable to comprehend the news easily? What I mean by this is that you are to be bethroted to my nephew. Is this genuine? I refuse to acknowledge it. You may be aware that rumors spread too quickly. My family, who are obviously too trusting these days, believed it immediately too. I also took note of the fact that your family will be coming within the next few weeks. I have to admit that I couldn't hold back my excitement. Earlier today, a servant told me that she had seen that I had been smiling while deep in thought. I made sure she wouldn't tell anyone the embarrassing news. I hope you experience today's enthusiasm in the same way that I do. See you soon, my dear bird. Signed, Aemond Targaryen.’

Yes, you tore that piece of paper.

Olea attempted to adhere the pieces of the letter together out of panic at your unexpected behavior, but you reprimanded her and instructed her to stop.

After a couple of nights, your family finished dining, and you made the decision to unwind by taking a stroll in the garden. The time until you leave for Kingslanding is rapidly approaching. You'll admit that you're a little nervous about going there, but tradition dictates that you should go there even if you are not specifically looking to meet someone there.

Truth be told, you were aware that Aemond would never forget you. You informed Jacaerys about the spies who had been dispatched to observe your everyday activities, and he took care of it. You were also aware of the several letters Aemond had sent to you that had gone unanswered, ranging from once a month to now every five days after the news of your betrothal. You wish to never come across his romantic delusions once again as they are both devastating and disturbing.

Perhaps it was God's gift, but Jacaerys seemed to have discovered you in the wide-open flower field. He accompanied you on your leisurely stroll as you shared your worries about the impending occasion. He made you a promise that he would always look out for you and do everything in his power to keep you safe as your husband. He then gave you a kiss on the forehead, and you two returned hand in hand back to your private quarters.

The time has come, and you and your step-sisters have arrived in a separate carriage. You didn't like the bumpy ride, so you nearly puked while Rhaena comforted you and Baela made fun of you.

You noticed that no one greeted your family and you when they announced your family's entering the castle. No green can be pin-pointed. Even though Aemond wasn't there to welcome you, you scowled at the lack of respect they displayed in public.

The elders stepped aside so that the younger ones could explore the castle. While Jacaerys and Lucerys extended their hands for you to join them, you declined and said that you'd prefer to be alone for the time being. Baela and Rhaena then took the children and introduced them to the new environment.

Your legs carry you to the library, where you run into Helaena Targaryen, your favorite from the Hightower family.

Before you and Aemond met, you were close friends with his sister. You were both interested in different types of literature; she was more interested in entomology, the study of insects, while you were more interested in botany and floriculture. It was due to her that you and Aemond were linked as playmates back then, because he was worried that somebody would harm his sister because of her unique interests and cryptic wording.

Helaena threw her arms around you and burst into sobs and giggles, "Thank the sevens, I have missed you so much, my dear friend!" You returned the embrace.

"I have missed you so much (Y/N), I was so alone, no one ever dared to talk to me normally."

"So am I, my lady."

She brought you to the tea table while beaming. The plump girl offered you some of her remaining dried apple pieces and poured you a cup of nettle tea.

You couldn't help but laugh as she clasped her hands together and said, "There are so many things I wish to tell you!" as you sipped the pleasant beverage.

"And what is it, my lady, you wish to say so eagerly?" you questioned.

She murmured softly as you cocked your head, "Blood would be on your lips, and you'd come in the light of a brute." You've been hearing that message since you were a youngling. You didn't comment because you knew Heleana's communication style was extremely peculiar.

"Oh, that is indeed great, my princess," you said rather nonchalantly, stirring the tea and adding additional sugar to it, not wanting to hurt the poor girl's heart if you told her to stop repeating the same words all over again.

"Don’t mention it," she smiled solemnly, before both of you continued your talk.

After quite some time, you two began to leave the nest at the library and continued to go towards the training grounds, where you knew the two Targaryen princes would be. Heleana wanted to meet them once again and learn more about the relationship between both of you and your betrothed, so you agreed gingerly.

You were unaware that the other prince was present alongside them too.

You smiled at your fiancé and enthusiastically called out, "Jace!" You and Helaena were linking arms, laughing girlishly as you both peered at the confused brown-haired man in the middle of the crowd.

"My dear wife!" Jacaerys unintentionally made a quip and Lucerys playfully hit his sibling for the unexpected nickname. Jacaerys smiled princely as he acknowledged Helaena's presence, "My princess."

"You flatter me with your words, my Lord," you replied with a knowing grin as both of you halted your steps in front of the two princes.

"My beautiful, dear sister and niece." An all-too familiar voice boomed.

Your breath hitched before you sharply inhaled and slowly gazed at where the voice came from. The figure from your dreams, Aemond fucking Targaryen, was standing there. The searing gaze he had centered on you made you tremble, but you swiftly collected yourself. With a slight mouth twitch, he made a note of it.

"It's been so long, my prince," you bowed, taking your gaze away from the person you were speaking to.

He left Ser Criston Cole's side and strutted in your direction while throwing the blade to the dirt, "Ah yes, you have grown wonderfully, my lady."

Jacaerys left his position next to his younger sibling and moved to your side, weaving his hands through yours before the man could even get close to you. The Targaryen prince gazed at the conjoined hand with his one remaining good eye before sneering.

Jacaerys responded to Aemond's comment instead with a mocking smile, "I thank the Gods for delivering her to me. Certainly, my beloved wife has grown up to be a stunning beauty."

"And so I have heard that beauties are easily swayed too," Rather than considering the strong brown-haired male existence, Aemond returned his gaze to you, hinting at your actions with a smirk, "I would take note of that if I were you, nephew."

When Jacaerys started to march forward, you restrained him by seizing his outstretched hand. When you did so, the male's stare softened toward you, and he steadied himself before asking, more like demanding in his case, "And what does that mean?"

Jacaerys was the target of Aemond's mocking gaze, which then turned back to the clasped hands between you two. There was a pregnant pause. The white-haired man appeared to be gathering his thoughts before speaking. After a brief pause, he jeered, "It's merely a fable, my beloved nephew."

"Don't take it as truth," he emphasized, "but rather as a counsel from your dear uncle."

You didn't see Aemond prior to the disturbance, save from the feast and what occurred to your great-uncle Vaemond. You were shocked by what transpired. Although you never developed a tight relationship with the man, he was generally polite and friendly to you when you visited Driftmark. Yes, you were worried about the Driftmark succession because it would damage your husband's and his family's reputation, but you were also aware that someone was keeping an eye on your every thought and move while the succession happened. Aemond's mere stare disturbs your brain from focusing on what is happening.

The tall man only responded with an amused raised eyebrow when he recognized that you were monitoring eyes placed on him. The corners of his lips began to rise.

You did not miss Aemond's smirk when the infamous bastard remark was made, which was spoken by your uncle Vaemond. Not only did Aemond disrespect your future spouse, but he also knew you were a bastard, which did not leave you with a positive impression.

Soon after your grandfather's passing at the hands of your father, the succession was reconfirmed, and soon after that, a feast was held. Olea, your handmaiden, led you to the dressing table in your chamber. She starts to polish up your makeup and style your hair until you are content.

"I can't help but notice, my lady, if you wish me to say it," Olea started, while you were calmly entertained by how her fingers moved so delicately and beautifully.

"Go on."

"Is the man who has been stalking you for a while, my lady, the one with the one missing eye?"

You would have immediately spit out the tea if you were drinking tea right now, but you choked on your own spit instead. Barely looking back, you scowled at your handmaiden, who gave you a guilty look, "He would chop off your tongue if he heard you say that, Olea."

She gasped, terrified at the idea, "Oh, I'm, I'm deeply sorry, my lady!"

"Do not worry," you said, gathering yourself so your maid could continue braiding your hair. There was an expectant delay before you finally murmured, "But yeah, that is him," with your eyes closed.

She suddenly returned to her bouncy self, who knew no bounds, commenting, "Now that I get to see him clearly, he is very attractive, isn't he?"

You chuckled and complimented her confidence, stressing, "You joke too much. You'd be grateful for how much I let you off the hook rather than torture you for your babbly mouth."

"But I'm not, my lady," she chuckled as she pinned your hair and then threaded it with a ribbon. She continued to babble in her fantasies, "I do admit, if I were in your position and Prince Jacaerys hadn't first shown me favor, I probably would have been persuaded by Prince Aemond, with his angular features and great stature."

You gave her arm a lighthearted slap, surprised by her candor, "Olea!"

"Was I wrong, my lady?" She inquired as she steadied your shoulders and drew close to you while you peered at one another in the mirror. "Prince Jacaerys is definitely quite masculine, but you can't pretend that Prince Aemond isn't as well."

"I would have you exiled if I were a different lady," you sighed and looked back at what had unfolded before. Jacaerys and Aegon, who used to tower above the once-young prince, are now shorter than him. You noted that his neck had acquired veins as he aged and that his calves were protruding depending on what he was wearing for the day. As soon as you imagined his attractive form beneath the bulky clothing he was wearing, you nearly smacked yourself for having such naughty ideas.

"But..." you waited before answering. "Yes, he grew up to be quite charming if it weren't for his personality."

When Olea flung open the door, Aemond appeared in front of you as if he waited for you for so long.

He said, rolling his tongue, "I must say, I am rather charmed to see you, my dearest (Y/N)." You silently berated yourself for sharing your private thoughts in the enemy's territory, but you straightened yourself and did not fall for his transparent claim of 'I have eavesdropped'.

You muttered honestly, your eyes honeyed, feigning innocence, "Aemond, I do not recall you supposedly helping me for the remainder of the day," then added something he'd be annoyed to hear. "Where is my husband?"

"Fiance," he corrected too quickly, thus it was succesful. "You are too eager, my dear. Let time pass naturally."

"And what is the difference? Referring to the title, a little early wouldn't conflict with anything," you hurriedly spoke, almost passing him when he took a step back and created some distance between you two. Before leaning in on you, he glanced across at your maid as Olea hurried off and whispered an apology.

With a deep voice that was distinct from before, he cooed, "If you want something to last, then don't go too fast. Some advice I received from my maester."

You cocked a brow at him, holding your pose, your head high, "Lovely, it seems you are quite fond of your maester's counsels, but that doesn't answer my question," you made a point of saying. How could he insult your marriage and its strength? You gave out a 'tsk' before you asked, "Why are you here?"

His face perked at your question. "I am here to assist you to dinner."

"That is what my husband is supposed to be doing. Until then, I'll wait here."

"My father, King Viserys, desired it," he concluded, his voice heavy and set to foot, the final response you could get from him. "It's in the goal of re-igniting friendship," he said, with a blank expression on his face.

You almost laughed at his face, "ah yes, how it reignited indeed."

"Do not be concerned, my dear niece," he said again in a suggestive tone, but this time his eyes were in a different expression. It almost seems as if you were both looking at the same person when you were younger and there wasn't any prejudice towards either side. "I'll treat you well," he said, holding out his arm.

After giving him a long, curious look, you reluctantly held his arm in yours as you two continued.

"Prince Aemond Targaryen, second son of King Viserys and Lady (Y/N) of House Velaryon." The knight announced it, as the door opened to the feast.

You would flee right now if you could, but as soon as you notice the joy in King Viserys' eyes, your brain immediately switches off. As your family and other members of the private audience watched you and Aemond arrive together, you could feel the uneasiness. How risqué this would have been in public.

Though you were concerned about how Jacaerys would react, you cast your gaze over him. You anticipated him being livid at your appearance with the enemy. You didn't anticipate that he would give you a sorrowful, knowing look.

If it weren't for Aemond's mother, Queen Alicent, gesturing you towards the seat next to Jacaerys, Aemond would have almost led you towards an empty seat next to him. Once seated, you whispered to your fiancé, "I am sorry."

He stroked your hand and held it while saying, "No need to, my lady," gazing lovingly into your eyes and concluded, "I trust you."

You continued, worried, "He told me the King asked it."

He smiled, and you could feel the love you carried for this guy anew, your eyes affectionately staring at him as you returned the smile. "He wasn't lying at least, though I made sure that he wouldn't touch you anywhere when his grace ordered it."

You could hear a tongue click at the other end of the table.

Even though there were a few side comments here and there, the dinner went nearly as smoothly and was actually enjoyable. After Helaena spoke about her relationship with her husband-brother, your bethroted, Jacaerys, requested your permission to dance with her. You enthusiastically agreed at his sweet idea, watching both of them dance cutely with one another. After a few minutes, King Viserys begged to be put to bed after experiencing excruciating agony, which caused you to get a little concerned. The roasted pig was shortly set on the table. You did not give it any thought until you heard your cousin Lucerys snort. He covered his mouth as he briefly giggled when you slapped his thigh in an effort to stop him.

A loud and unmistakable bang at the table halted every action that each member were performing. Aemond stood there, his gaze divided between the two brown-haired princes. "Final tribute, to the bethrotal of my two favorite nephew and niece. Both of them loving to one another; even when we were kids, they were kind to each other. "

He remarked, "They make a wonderful couple knowing they came from the same roots." However, since you knew what he was aiming at, the subtle jab didn't escape your notice. In fact, you were sober enough to see the true implications of what he was saying. Your hand held your glass of wine rather tightly.

"I'd also like to make a toast to the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey." You gripped the hand of Lucerys in an effort to calm him down without reverting your eyes away from the eye contact you and Aemond had.

"Each of them handsome, wise, strong."

"Aemond," Alicent made an effort to stop her son, but it was already too late.

He carried on instead of heeding his mother's advice, raising his cup even higher. "Come, let us drain our cups of these three strong boys."

Jacaerys gritted his teeth, "I dare you say that again!" and flounced over to the man. You called to him, "Jace!" but to no avail.

Aemond grinned and said, "Why, it was just a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?" When the man realized that something had been stirred up inside of Jacaerys, he loved the way the strong man looked. Though it did not last when he felt a force land on his face, he couldn't even utter another word before it happened. With a horrible snarl on his ordinarily serene face, Jacaerys struck Aemond violently. "I know what you are doing! You can call me whatever you may, but you may not call my wife a--"

"Jace no!" You cried out, running towards his side.

He towered over the younger man, one dagger-eyed stare locked on him, hissing, "Be careful with your words, my strong prince. You might say something you'll regret." Before Jacaerys could even punch him again, Aemond shoved him with a snicker, and his mother chastised him firmly and quietly in his ear. With concern written over your face, you hurried to assist your fiancé while he was on the ground. You repeatedly questioned him about whether he had been wounded, but he would not respond because he was too embarrassed to look at you. As you stormed at Aemond, you gazed at him with pure fury displayed on your face.

"Here comes the dear bride." He jested once he saw you coming, his body welcoming you before you slapped him very hard.

Your face was crimson, visibly shaken as you sneered at the prince, "You disgrace me."

You're positive his expression softened when you spoke.

Before the conflict intensified into a far bloodier clash, Daemon put an end to it. Your father brought himself in front of you as Aemond assessed him before conceding defeat and withdrawing. When your uncle left the room, you were still fuming with rage as the Daemon only giggled before being silenced by Rhaenyra with a scowl.

Because of your uncle Vaemond's death and the recent ruckus, your family has had enough and has requested a week's leave to recoup before proceeding with your and Jacaerys' wedding at Kingslanding. Despite the impediment, Princess Helaena asked you to tutor her after learning about your tutoring sessions with her nephew and niece from Aemond. You were puzzled on how she was aware of it given how covert it was, but it was soon mellowed into small irritation to learn the full truth that Aemond was responsible for the additional knowledge. Since it appeared like both families were hostile towards one another, Rhaenyra believed it was a wonderful idea, so you stayed, believing that it would soon end as you were to only stat for a week.

The following day, as you were speaking with Helaena in her chambers, Queen Alicent unexpectedly walked in. She was about to presume something, but she paused herself when she discovered you standing next to her daughter. Though the Queen thanked the Gods when Aemond entered, both of them shared a knowing look as the Queen proceeded towards you, "My love, I need to discuss something with Helaena. Aemond will assist you to your quarters if it's perfectly fine."

You almost scoffed, but decided against it and nodded defeatedly before saying farewell to your companion and walking along the back of your former friend toward your room.

"Are you fairing well, m'lady?" He started a conversation out of nowhere, which drew you back.

"My prince, I am fairing better than your other eye, if you ask me," you barked back.

"Do not test my waters today, (Y/N)."

"You inquired, and as a loyal friend, I responded."

You felt your back land hard and before you knew what was going to happen next, you gasped for air as the anguish overwhelmed you. You suddenly realized that Aemond had forced you up against the ice-cold wall, encasing you and leaving you with no choice but to look at his cunning grin. He turned his head innocently and remarked, "You could have said you hated me yesterday at the dinner, my lady, but you didn't."

"Did you know how happy I felt when, instead of being hateful towards me, you stated embarass? I was beyond happy, even ecstatic," the man continued before he trailed his eyes from your eyes to your parted lips.

"I'd rather you be ashamed of me than despise me." He hushed quietly before giving you a surprising, delicate kiss. His face was gentle as he pressed his lips to yours. His lower half grinded against yours eagerly while his other hand traced your back slowly.

Though the harmony was short-lived as you bit his lips harshly, causing him to grumble and leave the tenderness of your lips with blood trailing down his lips, "His Grace would not permit such deeds! Even though you are one of his children, he does not condone mistreatment of women!"

You believed you had made your point, but the man slowly emerged into fits of laughter as he threw his head back. His voice was charming if it weren't for the given circumstances.

"You're such a fucking idiot," he sniggered, his good eye piercing yours as you fixed your gaze on him; he displayed lust while you displayed hatred. He shook his head before nearing your ear to the point you could feel his hot breath, whispering, "The King's dead."

Your entire face became white with only a slight confirmation. The person who had kept the family together had passed away. "T-That's not possible."

He groaned as you attempted to wriggle free of his grip and confessed, "It's damn well possible, my love. Just as much as the potential that you're finally mine to claim." He half-laughed before kissing you more passionately and aggressively than before.

"I am bethroted!" You screamed and tried to make your voice as loud as you could, hoping someone would walk through the halls and help you.

He replied by clutching your neck so firmly that you gasped for air in your throat, "My patience is wearing thin," his annoyance grew. "I held myself for so long and I forbid you to be his as you have forbid yourself to be mine so many times."

He let go of your neck and you spat in his face, "My family will hear about this! Father will have your head severed, as he did with Vaemond, and Jacaerys will have your other eye amputated so you can glimpse our future, which is already nonexistent."

He held your chin in place with his fingers as he gazed at your eyes with a stone-like intensity.

"I'll let in you in a secret of mine, mother will set my buffoon of a brother on top of that iron throne and during his reign I will kill him and set Helaena faraway with her children," your eyes widened like saucers at the thought of the innocent princess being killed, Aemond loved the fear in your eyes before he let on the truth, "Of course I wouldn't kill her, I am not that evil. I love her as much as you do for her."

He grabbed your hand harshly and drew you towards him as he hurried across the corridor with keen resolve. "Until then, rumors would spread of their murder, and I would not allow myself be hidden if they intent to call me. I will name you queen, for a king's will would never be disregarded. Then, as we had promised when we were young, we would live happily, have a lots of babes, and have a good life."

As you realized how near you actually were to the boudoir, he dragged you a few more times before pushing you to the ground, crashing hard. He continued, "'Till then, you will do as I wish, so sit lovely as you were and do not tell anybody if you wish your Prince Jacaerys to become Vhagar's dinner."

There he left you wailing on the floor of your quarters, trembling from the adrenaline as your eyes and nose inflamed from sobbing. As they prepared to usurp the throne, you heard him close the door, the same door you keep banging hoping that help would reach soon.

Wellp, I thought my draft said 2k turns out I need new glasses as this is 5 fuckin k. Though Im thankful of the amount of people who liked the first part. This was supposed to be a one shot turned into two shots but I noticed how long it gets. I wouldve splitted this part into two but idk where to end so yeah have this. Next part would be the final one, i hope y'all psychopaths enjoyed this story.

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dragonsbabe · 1 year

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How do you think they (Jace, Aemond, Aegon, and Daemon) would take you maidenhood?

(maybe waiting until the wedding night and making love to you or sneaking into your bedchamber and fucking you into the mattress)

omg this one is really good ✨

I'm sure Jacaerys would wait until your wedding night to take you. He wants to protect your honor and his. But he won't say no to heated make out sessions. Or some fun over the clothes. But in your wedding night he makes love to you the whole night and won't leave the room for days.

Aemond is the one who really waits until your wedding night. He doesn't try ANYTHING before marriage. Maybe just a few soft, slow and sweet make out sessions, but that's all. And in your special night he makes love to you. It's so romantic and passionate.

There is no way Aegon can wait until the wedding night. He is the one who would sneak into your bedchamber to fuck you. Since you two were betrothed he goes every night to your room to fuck you into the mattress. And after your wedding night he can't leave your room for days.

Daemon is such a tease. He is gonna wait until the wedding night, but as i said before, he is always teasing you. He's the one who starts hot make out sessions and the one who pushes you away when you try to slip your hand under his clothes. But he can't hold back in your wedding night. He goes feral for days.

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I don't know if anyone saw that tik tok where a guy makes a poster for his girlfriend like the one from The Eras Tour but with photos of her. I can't stop thinking about that's something Jace would do 🥺🥺💖💖

#lu speaks #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jace x reader #jace velaryon x reader #hotd headcanon #jacaerys headcanon

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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ THUS ALWAYS TO TYRANTS

[ ACT II : THE CITY IN THE TREES. ]

jacaerys velaryon x reader

#SYNOPSIS— lucerys is a little afraid of tigers, the city of iona is beautiful, and jacaerys likes looking shiny.

#CONTAINS— not canon au, lady of a house! reader, flawed reader, slowburn, later enemies to lovers, gore, blood, death, sexual content (later on in the series, after a time skip)

#AUTHORSNOTE— there will be some aspects of the original story that i changed. i added a new house that i created, and the reader has golden eyes purely for the plot, but remember, everything else is you. also, there's a weird glitch that duplicates some of my paragraphs, so i'm sorry about that. tthank you for all the support on the first part!

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV

"again!" akari yelled, readying his bamboo sword as he pointed it to you. his feet, bare against the floor of the jungle, stood firm as he bent his legs, ready to strike at any moment.

you were on the ground, nose bleeding profusely under the lanterns that hung above you and your trainer. you were only three and ten, much too young to train but much too stubborn to quit, for you stabbed your sword into the soil and forced yourself up. "i am up," you seethed, the anger of losing beating hard in your chest as you got up and into position.

"then fight," akari raised his sword up further, obsidian eyes glaring at you under thick brows. akari was a retired general from your father's army, and had chosen retirement not out of force, but simply because he wanted to. he was in his late 50s now, wise enough to guide his old army from afar but old enough to choose to live peacefully. for a while, he did; he owned a stall in the market that was popular for all types of fishing supplies and knives, and he was a stubborn haggler who only allowed discounts if the customer was as quick and as stubborn as he was.

which was why he agreed to train you. with your father's reluctant permission, of course.

you dove towards him, swiftly side stepping to try and hit the back of his legs. but of course, akari was quicker than you were; his sword blocked your hit, and he turned to kick you in the stomach with his opposite leg. you groaned as you laid on the ground, gripping your stomach as you curled into a fetal position.

"i believe that that is all we will be doing today," akari stated, walking towards his shoes to slip them back on. his brushed his white beard with his fingers to get rid of the little bits of dirt in them, not even paying you any mind as he began to walk back to his home.

"one more!" you said, forcing yourself to get up yet again, your stomach aching with pain as you gripped it. "please, let's go again."

"i told your father that when i said enough, i meant it," akari looked at you, dark eyes almost threatening you to argue with him, "you agreed to that, lady y/n. adhere to it."

you often found yourself training on the days your father was too focused on your brother. it wasn’t his fault — you understood that it wasn’t simple readying your son to rule over a whole island. but you knew you had time before your father would turn his sights to you to be the next leader. magnus was kind, thoughtful, empathetic, and cunning all at once; he was going to be the perfect lord. but you, being the youngest and only three and ten, had the time to be impulsive. you could afford to be curious, to explore the forests and and train until your bones break.

you had the time to be your age.

you forced yourself up by stabbing your bamboo sword into the soil, placing your other hand on your upright knee as you slowly tried to stand up. you winced in pain at that action, retreating back to a singular knee as you felt the pain spread wide on your leg. drops of blood from your nose fell to the ground and seeped into the soil, painting the rich dirt with red.

your father always said that iona's fertile soil was achieved not from simple nature, but from the blood of battle.

stiffly, akari brought out a handkerchief from his pocket, embroidered with the same golden thread used for your clothing. he knelt down to your level and gave it to you, not saying a word as he watched you intently. your hands were shaking, the adrenaline from the fight and the angry thoughts of not winning too strong to keep you still. he could see your eyes well up out of frustration, making your golden eyes shine brighter as you sniffled harshly.

"go to magnus, child," akari muttered, watching you avoid his eyes, too busy focusing on being tough to pay attention to how you actually felt. he sighed, placing his hand on his knee to stand up straight again. "learning how to fight takes time, strength, and agility," he said, "but most importantly, you need to be kind to yourself during this time. you are making good progress, but you will not be a master if your mind is not as strong as your body."

you nodded, not saying a word as akari turned away from you to walk back to his house. you watched him disappear into the surrounding plants, sniffing angrily to yourself.

that night, you had climbed the steps of the tree nearby and ran back home. magnus always knew how to help with fighting wounds. he had always laughed about it, saying that he had to teach himself because of how often he injured himself after training.

you ran inside your temple, going straight to his door. you gave a small nod to the guards in either side as you knocked. "magnus?"

silence. you frowned; usually he was back in his room by now.

"i'm hurt, brother, can you please help?"

silence.

you pushed his door open, finding only an empty room and an open window. you could feel yourself panic, the sudden realization hitting you; he actually did it. you didn't think he was serious - you should have known better than to underestimate your own family.

"guards!" you yelled, running to the open window and looking down. there was a rope that led all the way down the mountain and to the beach below. it was high tide, and the footprints he would have left behind were long washed away now; yet another secret washed away with the sea. you picked up the tied rope, swallowing thickly as you unsheathed your dagger, cutting it off the balcony. you turned around to the guards that ran into your brothers room. "call my father! my brother is missing!"

the islands of iona were located in the summer sea, a mile or two off the mainland. the island was located in the summer sea, barely visible from the shore.

the islands, from up above, were in the shape of a crescent that was open away from the shore. there were cliffs that were dislocated from the shore, coming off of the island at all sides. it made the island look like a sun from above.

surrounded by the deepest blue ocean jacaerys had ever seen, iona was filled to the brim with trees and shrubs. a row of mountains ran along the middle of the main island, equally as green as the rest of the scenery. the sands were a pure black and surrounded the edges of the island. boats were casted out around her — a sight only seen by the rhaenyra and her sons due to their dragons — and docked on a boardwalk market along the island’s cove. rocky cliffs sat to one side of iona, with ragged stones visible among the crashing waves. on the side of the island stood a desolate volcano — the only thing besides the hills and mountains that towered over the trees.

iona’s rainforest had some of the tallest trees he had ever seen. it seemed as though they reached for the heavens— as if they were reaching for their dragons. from above, iona almost seemed abandoned. almost, for along the wide shore towards the mainland were four figures with two tigers standing alongside them.

you squinted up at the royals, allowing your eyes to relax as their dragons’ figures casted a shadow over you. they were breathtaking in the bright sun, their scales shining bright against the lights and their wings creating a stronge breeze that rippled the waters as they neared. never had you seen such creatures, and you had to remind yourself to maintain a cool front— your father allowed you to greet them and bring them to him.

out of slight nervousness, your hand went to pet your tiger, vulcan. he gently pressed his face into your open palm, blowing air out of his nostrils out of familiarity. his white fur was wet from the oceanwater he had been running through not too long ago— unlike your brother’s tiger, ares, who stood on your other side, he was much younger.

the dragons landed a little ways in front of you and your cohorts, their large feet splashing in the water as they alnded. princess rhaenyra, prince lucerys, and prince jacaerys; all three dismounted their dragons, and you allowed yourself to walk closer.

“princess rhaenyra, prince lucerys, prince jace— jacaerys,” your felt your face flush red at your slip up, and you purposefully avoided eye contact with the prince as you curtsied, “iona and house arslan welcomes you.”

“history books truly does not do this place justice, lady y/n,” princess rhaenyra responded, returning your smile as she looked at you. “my husband has decided to stay at our home in dragonstone to keep everything grounded,” her eyes floated to your tigers, then to your cohorts, as though she was searching for someone, “where is your father? i believe he had told me that he would be arriving.”

“he has been aiding in the festivities," you laughed softly to yourself, "he’s a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to these things." out of pure wonder and curiosity, you looked up at the three dragons before you, frilling their necks as they got themselves situated to the hot and humid weather. they seemed to be enjoying it, for the summer sea was much hotter than most places further north. "your dragons are beautiful." you didn't take a step towards them, instead turning to the royals and asking, "what are their names?"

the bushes in the rainforest began to shake, the sound of heavy paws against the green floor reaching your ears. your cohorts turned to the sound, hands hovering over their spears as the sound neared. lucerys took a step closer to his mother, hiding a part of his body from whatever was about to jump out. jacaerys’ hand moved closer to his own weapon, his action wary as the eyes of a tiger were visible in the shaded jungle.

but even in the shade, jacaerys could see the second pair of eyes that sat right above the first, larger pair of eyes.

lord aegeus arslan, sat atop his own tiger, appeared from the thick foliage. his tiger (on its four legs) was large, almost as big as a bear on its four legs. it stood proudly in front of the others, its marks more orbital than the other two, and its fur shone tan and white. easily, lord aegeus slid off of his tiger, keeping a hand on it as he reached for his cane. he bowed, “princess rhaenyra, welcome to iona. house arslan welcomes you and your sons.”

you allowed him to take over with greeting the queen, your heart thumping hard in your chest. speaking so casually to the heir — as though she was simply another, well respected diplomat — you didn’t know how he did it. that had always been a problem you had tried to work with, one that had always been your downfall. because while you had mastered fighting with both words and your tongue, there was still a certain anxiety behind it all. socializing wasn’t your strong suit, you knew that, but that worried you even more. you were too busy asking the names of their dragons to keep yourself poised in front of the heir. you couldn't let your impulsive curiosity overtake you again; you had to be a perfect leader.

your fingernails dug into your palms, creating small crescents. mentally, you were criticizing yourself. you talked too little when you were supposed to speak up, spoke too much when you were supposed to be quieter—

“their names are syrax, vermax, and arrax.”

you turned towards jacaerys, who stood next to you. he looked as poised as ever, standing straight with his hands behind his back, but he was looking at you. you blinked, watching his eyes move down to your hands. quickly, you clasped them, acting indifferent to the worry that shadowed his face. "they are beautiful. i was just curious - it is not every day that we have dragons and dragon riders visit, you know."

"it's okay to ask, you know," jacaerys said softly, making you nod, still avoiding eye contact. "will they be well taken care of? we saw the volcano a bit away from here."

“rhea, cadmius, and achaikos will take good care of them. we have underground areas near that volcano that can house them during your stay.” you looked behind you to find your father bring princess rhaenyra closer to the rainforest, no doubt speaking about how your island worked. “i suppose we should follow them.”

“wait!”

you turned your head towards him, offering a small smile, “yes, luke?”

ever so wary, his eyes drifted to the two tigers that sat next to you. orion, your brother’s black tiger, on your left, and your own tiger to your left. hesitantly, he asked, “are they friendly?”

“no.” you stated, biting back a grin as you watched the young prince’s face fall. “i only jest, prince luke. they are friendly— to those who deserve their kindness.”

you motioned for the princes to come closer to vulcan as you squatted down to your tiger’s level.

“brother, you go first,” lucerys muttered, nudging jacaerys closer as he moved behind him.

jacaerys smirked at him, slowly moving down to the tiger’s level, “scared, luke?” he teased.

“am not!”

“whatever you say.” jacaerys looked at you, moving his hand closer to vulcan. gently, your hand wrapped around his wrist, slowly guiding his hand to be in front of vulcan.

vulcan was the youngest of the tigers your family had, he being your tiger. he was a beautiful white tiger, with sharp saber teeth that certainly weren’t fully grown. he was only a year old, since, due to tradition, arslans were gifted their own tigers on their fifteenth name day. but while vulcan was considerably young, he was already the size of a well fed dog.

“allow him to sniff you first,” you guided, still holding his wrist as you watched him. you could feel his pulse against your fingertips, strong and steady, signaling his fearlessness.

vulcan sniffed him, his eyes dilating as he did. his golden eyes — identical to yours, jacaerys noted — stared at him, before he pushed his nose into jacaerys’ hand.

“see? i told you.” you let go of jacaerys’s hand, offering your own hand to lucerys. “be gentle. tigers demand respect, similarly to nobles,” you guided lucerys as well, watching as a grin appeared on his face as he finally pet vulcan behind his ear. “but to them, there are no castes. they are no royals— through their eyes, everyone is equal.”

you stood back up, brushing off your dress. ares was long gone, already choosing to slink back into the jungle.

ares was 6 years old, and since he had been so used to magnus, it was hard for anyone to be his companion. for a year, he had been lost to the iona rainforest, until he appeared in magnus’ room when you were visiting it. since then, ares chose and picked when he appeared by your side.

“he will meet us at the temple,” you turned away from the princes, patting vulcan twice and watching him run off into the jungle. the two princes followed closely behind you as you walked.

“don’t we need him to make our way through the jungle?” lucerys asked, walking to your left as he stomped his way through the sand.

“my tiger, vulcan, and my brother magnus’ tiger, ares, both know the way through the jungle,” you explained, holding your dress up until your shoes reached the entrance of the jungle. “they shadow us from the rainforest floor, keeping us away from the other, untamed animals within.”

you followed your father, pushing away some foliage next to a rather large tree. “sometimes, our people opt to walk on the jungle floor.” it revealed covered steps that went all the way up the tree, a thick bundle of vines acting as a railing for those who used it. “but sometimes, we use our bridges.”

“bridges,” jacaerys breathed, and you smiled a playful smile at him.

“yes, that is what i said, my prince.” you bit back a laugh as you motioned for them to follow you up the steps.

“jace, remember?” jacaerys hummed behind you, and you only scoffed.

the steps went all the way up the tree, leading to a larger platform. there were guards situated there with their bows, focused on guarding the shoreline. their clothing was identical to the color of the foliage, making them blend in much more than they already were. they greeted them with a bow, and you raised a hand and said a small, “hello omari, acacius. as you were.” from their platform, they could see the shore perfectly; they could see potential enemies before they could see them.

silently, jacaerys wondered just how many of them were hidden among the trees.

“the people of iona, as well as my family, have learned to live with nature rather than against it,” you said, moving to one side of the platform, where a bridge led deeper into the rainforest, “so rather than live on the crowded and much more dangerous jungle floor,” you walked down the bridge, “we learned to live in the trees.”

jacaerys’ hands gripped the bridge railings, the texture slightly rough against his skin. “these bridges.. are they made of the trees?”

you sent them a proud smile behind your back, your hand coming up to feel along the tree, “not quite, my prince. this entire bridge is a part of the tree we climbed up, as well as the next tree. they are like their branches; our bridges are the trees."

“but how did you build it like this?” lucerys looked down from the bridge as he walked, mouth opening slightly when he saw the treehouses on the lower sections of the trees. even there, there were bridges leading from one tree and the next. each tree house seemed to either be a shop or a home, and ionians were all moving around on all the bridges, tending to their daily activities. “jace,” lucerys tugged on his brother’s clothes, nodding down to the community.

jacaerys cursed under his breath at the sight, the intricacy and beauty behind every bridge and building prominent. they were overgrown with vines and flowers alike, but the ionians didn’t care. in fact, they seemed to embrace it; fruit grew proudly along the side of one house, and children running on the platforms and bridges each grabbed one happily. lanterns hung from each house and on the side of bridges, illuminating the town, and jacaerys swore he saw an old woman bringing out food for a group of nearby monkeys.

the trees above them completely shielded them from the harsh sunlight, only allowing a few rays in through the cracks. the weather is humid, but comfortable.

“your city is beautiful,” jacaerys said softly as you continued to walk.

“i know,” you looked down at your people, waving at a group of children, who squealed in happiness at your attention, “we are currently on the tallest bridge in the rainforest, which is usually used by my house, diplomats or the guards. from here, you can see our entire town.”

“will we explore it all soon, y/n?” lucerys asked, excitement evident in his tone, and you laughed softly as you nodded.

“you will be here for a week and a half, luke; i will show you around personally.”

arslan temple was built into the mountain range that ran along the island like a spine. it was well hidden, overgrown with vines and flowers alike, with two statues of tigers next to the large doors, both carved out of the mountain itself.

it was cool inside, for the only sunlight that shone in came in through the windows. lanterns hung from above the corridors, and tapestries full of the history of iona decorated the walls, some of the thread shining gold in the warm light. you greeted each of your servants by their names, your smile genuine as you walked by them and led the princes to their rooms.

"your rooms are next to your mother's; i figured that it would be appreciated." you pushed open a door to reveal a rather large room with a balcony that overlooked the cove. it was decorated well, with a large closet, table and sofas, and a mirror. thick vines ran up the walls and onto the ceiling, coming down to hold a large lantern overhead. the bed had a canopy with white linen that hung from them, the cloth pinned to the engraved posts for availability. there were hanging plants that came down to act as a curtain to reveal the balcony, and bits of sunlight shone through the breaks. there was another window next to it with the same hanging plants. "prince lucerys, here is your room."

"thank you, lady y/n." he entered, immediately going to the balcony to look at the view.

you and jacaerys closed the door to his room, and you clasped your hands behind your back as you said, "he reminds me so much of my brother." you both began to walk down the corridor.

"how so?" jacaerys questioned, looking down at you. all he and the rest of the eight kingdoms had heard of magnus arslan was that he had died in sea. they heard that there was a traditional ionian funeral that was held shortly after his death; what they didn't hear, was that his funeral boat was empty.

"his charm," you stated, a sad smile on your face as you thought of your brother, "my brother was always the more charming one - much more charming than me."

"i would not doubt that."

"you are not supposed to agree." you glared at the laughing prince, "while i respect your family greatly, it doesn't mean i don't feel provoked to hit you." your threats were empty, a small thankfulness in your chest bubbling as the topic was swiftly changed.

you never liked dwelling on your memories with magnus. you had a slight contempt in your heart for him choosing to leave, not because he actually left, but because he never told you. he left you without so much as a goodbye, without so much as a warning, and you still covered for him.

why? because he was your brother.

"i'm sorry, lady y/n; it was too good of an opportunity to give up," jacaerys poked your arm, biting back a grin, "i do want to thank you, though."

"what for?"

"the ravens. i read every single one, you know."

"well, it would have been rude if you didn't," you commented wittily, rolling your eyes with a smile, "it is not every day that i find myself making friends; much less with the prince himself. i wanted to continue to talk with you," you stood in front of a door, "here are your chambers, prince jacaerys."

his room was nearly identical to lucerys', but his balcony was decorated with two chairs and a small table. jacaerys walked inside, making his way to the balcony and raising the curtain of plants with one arm, "care to join me, my lady?"

"your lady?" you fired back, raising an eyebrow, silently demanding him to correct himself.

"lady y/n," he corrected quickly, eyebrows furrowing as he cursed at himself under his breath, "hobrenka." jacaerys watched you intently as you closed the door behind you, walking towards him and slipping under his arm to go through the curtain.

you sent him a glare as you did, saying a short, "i am not your lady, jacaerys," that showed your obvious dislike to the idea.

jacaerys groaned, "i know, y/n. it was a simple mistake." he moved to the edge of the balcony, placing his hands on the railing as he gazed over the cove. below him, the market was as busy as ever, with fisherman moving in and out of the cove, sellers and customers haggling over prices, and piles of fruits, spices, and cooked food out for anyone to buy. "will you take me there?" he asked you, his eyes remaining on the marketplace.

"hm," you leaned your back against the railing next to him, pretending to think as you picked at your fingernails, "i suppose that tonight, i will. we have a celebration planned for you and your family," you looked over your shoulder, down at the thriving market, "but the night market is happening tonight as well. so if you truly insist.."

"i really do," jacaerys' grin was wide as he poked you again (what was it with him and poking your arm?). "i must ask.. did you have this planned out before my arrival?"

"do you assume that i was so excited by your presence that i planned an entire scandalous night? you royals truly do expect the most from us."

"you are so kind, lady y/n."

"shut up."

jacaerys had been to many celebrations, but nothing as beautiful as iona's.

their celebration venue was not hosted in the arslan temple, but rather, outside in the largest platform they had. built around one of their strongest trees, the platform went completely around and stretched to other platforms, all of which were held up by the trees many branches. ionian architects had learned to manipulate the branches to grow to hold up the platform, a feat that only they and house arslan knew. from above, vines held lanterns of all kinds of colors and shapes, hanging at differing lengths all around them. tabls surrounded the main stage, where lord arslan's chair sat right in the middle. to the side of him were three chairs for the royals, and to his other side was a chair for you.

the music was booming and loud in jacaerys' ears, primarily due to the drummers that were situated in higher platforms, all wearing their celebration clothes as they switched between drums. in a corner, musicians played a quick song for the dancers, who were doing a traditional circle dance around the tree.

the festivities were in full swing by the time you had arrived, for you opted to appear when the party was in full swing to draw less attention to yourself. you stepped up the last few steps to the platform, holding your skirts in your hands. your arms and neck were decorated with bands of gold, and your fingers were adorned with your rings. your hair was worn back into a braid decorated with flowers - you had told your maids that you planned to dance for most of the night.

they had offered you your mother's earrings, which were a chain of gold with one single pearl hanging down. like many other times, you only gave them a pained smile and politely refused.

your dress, white and made of the finest silk, fell gracefully as you allowed your hands to stop holding them. embroidered cold decorated the bottom of your dress, coming up in swirls of thorns and flowers. you swallowed thickly as you stood there, watching some of the dancers stop when they noticed your arrival.

"lady y/n arslan, of house arslan!"

curse those announcers.

you forced your back to be straight as you carefully walked around the dancers, smiling at them politely. you made eye contact with your father, who rather than look disappointed at you tardiness, looked on at you proudly. you could see it in the shadow of a smile he had, and the sadness in his eyes. you knew what he was thinking, having heard the phrase multiple times before; you looked like your mother.

you quickly curtsied in front of princess rhaenyra, observing her red and black dress and the elegancy in her appearance. she smiled at you as she nodded, saying, "we have missed you in this celebration, lady arslan."

"some of us much more than others," lucerys commented quietly behind a cup of water, looking at his brother with a cheshire grin. he groaned as jacaerys reached over to ruffle his hair, his playful annoyance unconvincing as jacaerys poked his stomach and made him laugh.

"thank you, princess rhaenyra. you dress is truly exquisite; the colors look beautiful together." you looked to your father, seeing the satisfaction in his face, before continuing, "may i ask you for your permission to teach prince jacaerys and prince lucerys a dance?"

"oh, go ahead," rhaenyra motioned for her sons to join you (though lucerys was already standing up and joining you). she looked at jacaerys, whose eyes were on you yet again as you excitedly told lucerys of the dance. she was observing him, how his face looked peaceful as he watched you, how he seemed to be looking at you with a kind of contentedness that only came from a certain liking. "if you would like to dance with her, go ahead, jace."

jacaerys turned to his mother, nodding quickly, "i will. i will ask her.. but not right now." he watched how you interacted with lucerys, how relaxed lucerys looked with you, and a part of it warmed his heart. you were getting along painfully well with his brother, and for some reason, that mattered a lot for him. "i'll join them both, if that's okay, mother?"

rhaenyra nodded, and jacerys stood up to leave a swift kiss on her cheek. her knowing purple eyes followed him as he approached you, and you poked the prince as you started over in your steps. the three of you were dancing between two bamboo sticks that were held by people on either side. on beat, the bamboo sticks would occasionally come together, increasing the possibility of injury, but that didn't seem to bother you that much. rhaenyra heard the jokes that were passed between the three of you, but she saw how you held jacaerys' hand as he quickly stepped between the bamboo. you were smiling at him, your fingers so gentle against his skin as he tried to keep up with you and lucerys (who, for some reason, was doing much better at the dance).

"oh to be young again," lord aegeus commented next to her, and rhaenyra laughed softly.

"you are quite correct, lord arslan," rhaenyra looked on at the teenagers, even as they moved with the other dancers around the tree. "it makes me truly happy to see them being children."

"if any one were to bring out that side of them, it would be my y/n," the lord's smile was solemn as he continued, picking up his cup of wine, "of my two children, she was the impulsive one, you know."

"really?"

"truly." lord aegeus laughed softly to himself, "my eldest was always so dutiful. but y/n.." he fixed himself in his chair, leaning closer to rhaenyra, "i always compared her to the sea. her mind is unpredictable and stubborn.. but dangerous and cunning if need be."

"watch your ankles, brother!" lucerys laughed as jacaerys nearly tripped over yet again, almost messing up the dance in the process. lucerys was keeping your pace, the beats of the drums loud against his heart.

next to them both, you were twirling and holding your skirts, your smile bright as you danced alongside them. you had danced this dance many times before, all for different reasons, and you loved it every time. not for the dance itself, but for the thumping of the drums. you could feel it match your heartbeat, ringing loud in your ears and vibrating the air. there was a certain amount of adrenaline that came to it all, and maybe that was what made it so addicting.

the song finally died down, and everyone cheered loudly, you especially. you were laughing, drunk off of the excitement of the night, and you turned to jacaerys, grin widening as he bent down to massage his ankles.

"i will go drink some water!" lucerys yelled over the chattering and festivities, and you nodded as you moved closer to jacaerys. you tilted your head down to the side to look at him, smirk playing at your lips. "are you okay, prince?"

"of course," jace hissed as he massaged a particularly sensitive spot, "never been better."

"there's an herb that is sold at the night market that will heal that quite nicely," you sing-songed, and jacaerys laughed breathlessly as he looked up at you. his hair was messy and sticky with sweat, the dance proving to be much more a workout than a dance.

jacaerys held out his hand, "help me up first?"

"royals are so demanding." you took his hand into yours, your grip strong as you pulled him up with an alarming amount of strength.

jacaerys' eyes widened at the ease at which you pulled him up. "you are much stronger than you look, lady y/n," he commented, and you rolled your eyes.

your hand settled into his for there was a silent mutual agreement to keep your hands interlocked. his pulse was strong, thumping steadily against yours, matching the drums that signaled the next song. you looked at him, wordlessly moving to move some hair away from his face. your fingertips brushed against his soft skin, your eyes moving from his hair to stare at his face. he had a few freckles, you realized, and you noticed they were in the shape of your favorite constellation; orion's belt.

you cleared your throat, putting your hand back down. "let us go then, before they notice we are gone."

you were breathless upon your arrival to the market, your head looking up as you struggled to catch your breath. the stars have already began to appear, shining bright in the sky and adding onto the already beautiful multicolored lanterns of the night market.

you and the prince had ran almost the entire way to the market, for you knew your father would surely notice once he looked away from his conversation with princess rhaenyra. the fact that you were out with the prince without a guard or a chaperone again was scandalous, to put it simply. the night market was far more dangerous than the daily morning markets, which was why you had ordered your tiger to wait for you and jacaerys to start running so that he could follow you.

"tired, prince jacaerys?" you managed to ask between large gulps of air, laughing breathlessly as you closed your eyes and allowed the salty breeze to cool you down.

"how can you jest after the marathon we just ran?" jacaerys groaned, catching his breath as he looked at you. he saw you then, closing your eyes with a content smile on your face, the moonlight hitting your face and casting an ethereal glow. from where he stood, he could see the small scars you had on your face that were most likely achieved through hard training. but every one of your scars looked like a careful brush stroke onto a masterpiece of a painting.

his hand was still intertwined with yours, and while he was trying not to overthink about horribly clammy his hands must have been in that moment, you didn't seem to care.

"you truly do have a problem with staring," you stated, your eyes cracking open to reveal the familiar glowing gold of your irises. your free hand came down to pet vulcan, who didn't seem tired in the slightest as he sat next to you, patiently waiting for your order.

jacaerys huffed, averting his eyes to look at the night market. nervously, he fixed the collar of his clothes with one hand. "just like that, the moment is ruined."

"you are quite welcome." taking control of his hand, you pulled him towards the night market as you began to walk. "come; i promised i would show you all the best stands."

jacaerys had not realized how often you were in the market until he heard vendors and customers alike greet you. calls of 'lady y/n!' and 'lady arslan- we've missed seeing you!' filled his ears as he walked next to you and your tiger, who walked close to your side. he saw men twice his height greet you as though you were a friend, and saw all types of people do the same. you were respected - highly respected, by the looks of it. they were staring at him too - he was a royal after all - but none of them dared to step closer.

jacaerys furrowed his brows as he walked next to you, wondering why none of them dared to step closer. he looked at you, too busy looking for the first stall to bring him to, and his eyes drifted down to a particular silver and gold glint at the side of his eye. then he saw it; on your thigh, only visible by the slit in your dresses, was a sharply curved dagger.

so that was why. that and your tiger.

"so how dangerous is the market at night?" he asked, stopping with you in front of a stall. yet again, the vendor seemed to know you well as she greeted you happily. she was an old woman with a round face and a bandanna tied around her head, her smile bright and warm as you looked at the both of you.

"fairly dangerous," you responded nonchalantly, smiling as you addressed the vendor. "two orders of your fried squid on a stick. yes, thank you, carina." you paid her dutifully before turning to the prince with a smirk, "but it's safe as long as you are with me."

"are you sure?"

"do you doubt me?" you raised a challenging brow, gently removing your hand from his grasp to cross it over your chest. "i am telling you, prince, i come here often, much often than you think, and i have yet to die."

jacaerys sighed, taking a step closer to you as he put his hands clasped behind his back. "fine, then. though i doubt that the dagger you have will do much at all."

you smiled sweetly to him, eyes glinting with a slight excitement. "you would be surprised, my prince."

"your prince?" jacaerys repeated, eyebrows raising and a sly smile making its way onto his face.

you groaned as you hit his arm, making him hiss and rub the area. "you are the prince of the eight kingdoms, are you not?"

"here you go, lady arslan!" carina spoke happily, her wrinkled hands holding out three squids on a stick. you took one and handed it to the prince, who held it up to his nose and sniffed it curiously.

"carina, i only asked for two," you said, only taking the other squid from her.

"the other one is for your tiger, child," carina took your hand back, putting the other squid stick into your hand and curling your fingers around it, "you cannot have a hungry tiger at a market." she nodded towards vulcan, who was now eyeing jacaerys as he took a bite out of his squid. carina smiled again, a wise glint in her eyes as she commented, "he's a handsome one, lady arslan. odd, how i have never seen him before."

"that's the prince, carina."

"even better!"

you laughed softly, leaving more money for her on her table (which she immediately complained about, saying that the squid was a gift). "come now, vulcan. huminto ka na." you slid the squid off of the stick and tossed it to him, allowing him to catch it mid air.

you and the prince began to walk yet again with vulcan leading you in front. "do you like it?" you asked him, observing how he chewed the seafood.

jacaerys swallowed the squid, "what did she put in this? it tastes incredible," he bit another piece, happily chewing.

"a coagulation of spices, i assume." you bit into your own squid, eyes lighting up when you saw another vendor. "jace! you have to try these crab cakes," you grabbed his hand and dragged him up to yet another vendor who knew you well, your voice quick as you spoke to them.

you looked so.. excited. jacaerys would have never guessed that an arslan could act so much like a teenager until now, the assumption that all arslans were simply strategic and dangerous individuals flying out of his head as he watched you converse with the vendor. you cared for them - truly cared for them, and that was enough for them to care for you as well. he admired you for it.

the rest of the night continued on like that, with you dragging him (how were you so strong?) to every vendor you loved to buy from. from snacks to drinks, from jewelry to clothes, jacaerys tried it all. not only because it looked delicious and beautiful, but because you showed it to him. these were the favorites you grew up with, the pieces of your culture that you were showing to him. it was a piece of you that you were revealing to him.

"so how does this work?" jacaerys asked, holding up the small compact of crushed seashells. he was the one who dragged you to the vendor who sold powdered seashells and crushed pigments, and out of pure entertainment, you bought him a small compact of crushed seashells from iona's cove.

you had brought him to an area of the beach that was away from people. after buying a blanket from the market, you had laid it out on the black sand and sat down on it alongside him and vulcan. the food you hadn't eaten yet sat in front of the both of you for you both to snack on later.

"here." you moved closer to him, taking the compact and opening it. "hand," you ordered, and he obeyed, giving you his hand. you opened the compact and dipped your finger into the shiny powder before swiping it on the top of his hand, making it shine under the moonlight.

"so that's how you're so shiny all the time," jacaerys said, holding his hand up to the moonlight and moving the shine around.

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"nothing." he turned to you, smiling brightly as he held his hand out flat. "may i put some on you?"

you rolled your eyes, situating yourself in front of him. "sure, prince jacaerys." you grinned at the glare he sent you as he opened the compact, dipping his thumb into it the same way you did.

all you heard was the sound of crashing waves as he moved closer. you swallowed thickly, his eyes staring into yours as he placed his finger near your collarbone.

"may i?" jacaerys asked, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitancy or doubt. he was serious, more serious than you had ever seen him, and you nodded as you stared at him.

softly, his thumb swiped over your right collarbone. it was as if he was scared to break you, as if the smallest amount of pressure would leave a bruise or a crack on your skin. he was so focused on you, so entranced by the way the seashells looked on your skin and how you felt under his fingertips. gently, he moved onto the next collarbone, the tips of his fingers running over your skin as he moved pieces of your hair away from it. he swiped the powder on your collarbone again, as though he was a meticulous painter creating his masterpiece, as though he was a sculptor running his hands over smooth marble.

his eyes met yours, still searching for any sign of doubt as he moved closer to you. "are you okay?" jacaerys breathed, his breath fanning over your lips.

"more than okay," you responded, eyes moving down to look at his parted lips.

you were centimeters apart now, lips grazing over each other with teenage hesitancy. you could feel all of him; his hammering heart, his soft breath, his hands, his hair tickling your face, his quick pulse. your senses were all focused on him, because he was all you saw.

deafening screams echoed from the rainforest, making you and jacaerys jump apart from each other. your hand went to your dagger as you stood up, vulcan standing up with you and growling towards the rainforest. you could hear the snapping of twigs and the rustling of leaves, and you put yourself in front of the prince, whose hand was holding his sheathed sword.

a guard, omari, appeared out of the foliage, his sword in his hand. he was panicked, that much you could tell; nothing like the calm and collected guards you usually had. "lady arslan, you must come back to the celebration."

"omari, what happened?" you demanded, already walking towards him with vulcan and jacaerys in tow. omari looked pained to say his words, his eyes full of sorrow as he looked at you.

"an assassination attempt was made."

"on who?" jacaerys asked, panic already setting in as he looked at omari.

"it was an attempt on princess rhaenyra, but it did not succeed. the princess is safe, prince jacaerys," omari swallowed thickly, turning to you, "but your father.. he took the fall for her."

ACT III, ACT IV

#AUTHORSNOTE— there's a weird glitch that duplicated some of my paragraphs, so i'm sorry if that happened! i literally can’t wait for character development to happen to the reader lmao, thank you for all the support in the last part, and feel free to send asks about this series! thanks for reading!

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