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Currently this is the lock screen btw

Trust this will be one of my lock screens too! And MY GOD CASUAL LESTAT ASS SHOT! The way this scene had my glued to my screen with my legs crossed and a pillow on my lap FUCK😩

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“Harry Collett supremacy” does that mean…..WHITE SUPREMACY👀

WHAT!!! THATS INSANE!😭🤚

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Sid babes look!!

RAWWWWGGGHHHH THEY LOOK SO HOT!!! IM SO READY FOR SEASON 3!!!!

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Guys im gonna be so real right now but i think the Brits are winning lately. First Harry Collett and then Jack O'Connell?! What’s been going on here lately?!

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String beans have never looked so good

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JACK O'CONNELL as Remmick Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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Harry Collett | In B&W pt.1

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Getting my shit together and finally going down my list of things to do as well as my drafts. First thing on the way is another Harry Collett photo dump, then maybe a drabble, full fic, or headcanon depending on how I feel

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if you do write for ftm reader, i’d like to req mark grayson wanting reader to sit on his face and absolutely being a dork in love who can’t help him djsjsjs

Rex’s influence

Summary: After drinking with Rex, Mark’s mind has been one place and he just needs for his fantasy to become a reality. Pairing: Mark Grayson x FTM!reader Word Count: 2.3k Tags/Warnings: smut, ftm reader, drinking, asking for sexual advice, Mark is a little pathetic it’s cute, readers transition isn’t stated but he hasn’t had bottom surgery, cum eating, face-riding, boys kissing, Rex lives Au A/n: I’ve never written face riding before that was scary

“No, man, you don’t get it,” Rex shifts on the couch, his head dropping to the pillow behind him as his memories rush back. “Having someone sit on your face is better than any fucking drug.” He licks his lips, the phantom taste still there. Mark raises an eyebrow, not quite believing him but he’s inclined to. He’s known Rex for some time now, he knows that Rex is a bit of a feen when it comes to intimacy so he must be right.

Right?

“I mean,” Mark shrugs, his ears a soft shade of pink. “I’ve only really done missionary and the shower… once,” Rex springs up at that, his jaw slack and eyes wide. 

“No way, you and (Y/n)?” Mark nods and Rex whistles. “No way, you gotta start branching out, dude. Not even doggy? Car? Six-nine? Flying?” He smirks at the last one. 

“No, he’s not that type— I’m also not that type,” Mark shakes his head despite the fact that his boxers are definitely tighter than they were a moment ago. Rex kicks his lips again, although this time it’s not to remember the flavor on them. He studies Mark before he shakes his head.

“I didn’t think you’d be so vanilla, you seem like a freak.” He confesses before picking up his beer, raising it in the air ever so slightly. “To each their own, I guess. But you don’t know what you’re missing.” 

He thought about it for the rest of the night, he thought about it when you texted that you were outside of Rex and Rae’s place, he thought about it as he slid into your car. You were humming along to the music, briefly pausing to kiss his cheek when he got inside. 

Unintentionally, his eyes drifted to your legs, you were in your night clothes. Shorts that were close to not fitting anymore, riding up your thighs, a shirt with a hole on the bottom so he could see your happy trail and— fuck. He faces forward, buckling his seatbelt while you ask about his boys' night that was really just Rex wanting to catch up after the whole variant Invincible thing. 

You notice his answers are strange, as if he’s working on some sort of autopilot and you check him over. He seems fine, maybe a little flushed but he always gets red in the face when he drinks and…oh, you catch his boner and snort, turning onto the next street. 

You decide not to ask about it, but you do watch as he tries not to make it so obvious. But the half-chub he’s sporting is quickly becoming a full-blown erection the more he thinks about it. Thinks about you, naked, sitting on his face. His hands on your thighs, your hands in his hair, his tongue… fuck, he doesn’t understand why he didn’t think about this before. He’s heard jokes before, of course, but he never gave them a second thought. 

He looks at you, imagining how you’d look on top of him, how your thighs would feel on the side of his head. God, he needs to touch you. 

“Mark,” You warn as his hand settles on your thigh, squeezing and slowly moving up. 

“What?” He asks, lips pursed to pretend he doesn’t know what he’s doing. 

“I’m driving,” Holding his hand, you don’t move it but you stop it from moving up any further. He smiles and extends his pinky just far enough that you feel it brush against the hem of your shorts. “Asshole, we’re almost there.” You laugh and he loudly exhales, slumping in his chair. “But we’re doing anything.”

“What? Why?” He cries out. 

“Mark, you’ve been drinking. You know how I feel about drunk sex,”

“I’m not drunk. I had half a beer an hour ago,” He corrects. “Get the breathalyzer! I’ll blow!”

“Yeah, cause I just have one lying around.” Rolling your eyes, you pull up to your block and have to listen to his pouting the entire time. You live together, considering you’re finishing up your degree at a nearby college and he’s considering going back to school. He pouts the entire way up to your apartment, kicking the floor like a child who was denied a toy. 

“We can tomorrow,” You tell him, climbing onto his lap and resting your hands behind his neck, watching as his eyes trail down your body before they stop between your legs. Quirking an eyebrow, you tilt his chin up and he fucking whimpers. “What’s gotten you so worked up, baby?” He huffs and buries his head into your neck, huffing again. You scratch his head, a habit you’ve long since grown used to. 

“Rex,” He shakes his head, the blood rushing to his dick again. “He was talking about people riding his face and he said it was amazing. Better than drugs,”

“You want me to ride your face?” You laugh and he nods, holding you tighter. “I’ve never tried it, I wouldn’t want to—“

“If you think your body could suffocate or hurt me by sitting on my face,” He pulls away, looking at you as if you’d asked him what’s two plus two. “Last I checked, a building dropping on me only left a scratch. And I’m pretty sure you’re not a building,” You laugh, looking away from him before thinking about it. 

“Maybe,” You inhale. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it, I guess.”

“We don’t have to!” He quickly says. “He just got in my head and I keep—“

“Give me a day or two,” You cut him off with a kiss which he nods into. 

—

“Eve, you’ve had sex, right?” She slowly sets down her sandwich, looking up at you as you scroll through your phone, biting your thumb nail. 

“I have, yes,” She nods. “Why?”

“Well, Mark wants me to ride his face but—“

“Oh my god,” She laughs, covering her face and you frown. 

“What?” Looking at her, you can see she’s holding back another laugh. “Dude, c’mon! Don’t laugh, he seemed really excited about it!” 

“That’s a good thing,” She reassures and then shrugs. “Most guys don’t even want to, just ask any woman.”

“That’s why I’m asking you! Have you ever…?”

“All the time,” She grins. “I think you’d like it.”

“But like…” You inhale, leaning back in your seat. “What if it’s weird. Like… my ass is gonna be on his face and it’s gonna be really on his face.” You groan, dragging your hands down his face and she gives you a sympathetic smile. You couldn’t go to anyone else really for help on this, Rex would probably just call you stupid and tell you to ride Mark’s face until he passes out, Rae would be too nice, it would be too weird with Amber, and you weren’t sure if William would want to hear about the potential sexual adventures of his dear friend. Gosh, maybe you could ask the internet��� but no, that would be embarrassing having it online forever. 

“(Y/n),” Eve grabs your hand and you look at her, trying not to shrink with shame. “I promise you, that’s exactly what he wants. Probably more than you’re imagining. And besides,” She lets go of your hand and leans back, picking her sandwich up again. “If it’s too weird, you can always stop.”

“I guess,” You slump down. “Any advice? Like do I move my hips, should I bounce? I don’t know, watch some porn to prepare?” She laughs and shakes her head. 

“Let him guide you,” She shrugs. “Rex loved that. Amber does, too,”

—

It’s nearly a week later when you tell him your final decision. 

“Baby?” You call, hiding your eyes behind your hands as you sit on the edge of the bed. Mark was in the kitchen, loudly watching recaps of his previous mission while deciding what groceries needed to be bought. 

“Yeah, babe?” He calls back, the fridge closing and the freezer opening. 

“I think… we should try it,” You fall back, looking up at the ceiling while begging the bed to swallow you whole. 

“Try what? That new restaurant downstairs?” 

“No,” You groan. “Me… on your face,” There’s a gust of wind and Mark is suddenly on his knees in front of you, his pupils blown and lips parted ever so slightly. Sitting up, you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Really?” He asks, looking between your eyes. 

“Yes— close the freezer—“ He does that in record time, standing in front of you while discarding his shirt to the floor without hesitation. “I thought about it and, sure, it seems nice.” You explain while he takes your shirt off. 

“Thank you so much,” He groans, peppering kisses down your neck as you slowly lower back onto the bed. “You won’t regret it, promise.” He looks at you with a big, dopey grin and you feel a bit more confident in your answer. He looks back down, trailing kisses down to your stomach while taking off your shorts and boxers, tossing them to the side without pulling away from your skin. 

You shudder as he spreads your legs, blinking up to the ceiling as your heart starts to hammer. 

“Relax, baby,” He cooes, bringing his hands to the back of your thighs and getting a solid grip on them. “Hold my shoulders.” He says while he adjusts himself. Nodding, you look down at him and do as he said, laughing as he quickly flips the position. He’s lying flat on the bed, his head resting just underneath the pillows while you’re hovering over his neck. 

You stare down at him, resting on your knees as he licks his lips, his eyes wandering all over your body with a barely hidden hunger that makes you wet. His eyes catch it, feeling the heat from you and then a drop lands on his chin. Before you can say or do anything, he moans and looks away. You pause, you know that sound and that face. Looking behind you, you find his shorts have a wet spot that’s growing and his dick is still twitching. 

“…did you cum from that?” You ask, slowly looking back at him. He just nods, too bashful to look at you properly. “That’s strangely reassuring.” Running your fingers through his hairline, he looks back up at you and gently pushes you forward. “If it’s too much—“

“You won't be.” He promises. 

“If it is, just… bang on the headboard, okay?” He huffs but nods. You nod back and let him guide you higher, his breath brushing against your folds. Staring at the wall, you hesitate before sitting, well, you’re still hovering. 

He moans immediately, his hands switching from holding you to move you up, to holding you so he can hold you down. You move to rise up but he keeps you in place, biting your thigh as a warning. 

“Mark,” You moan, his tongue brushing up through you and his nose brushing against your hood. It feels different from when he’s eaten you out before, a good difference. Your eyes flutter as you try to stay upright, his tongue dipping inside your hole as the noises coming from him sound like wet sound effects. “Fuck,” You breathe, holding onto the headboar and peer down. 

Big mistake. 

Mark’s watching you, watching your every expression and they’re only spurring him on. Your mouth opens, a broken moan coming from you as he sucks your clit, moving one hand to reach behind and start to circle your hole. You close your eyes, hanging your head back which fixes your posture and has you pressing even more down on him. His finger slips inside and you curse, unsure of which pressure feels better. You’re seeing stars at this point, your hands unsure of where to grab so you could find some type of reprieve in the bliss haven you’ve somehow found yourself inside of.  

“So good,” He moans from below you, his voice more than a little muffled because he refuses to truly detach from you. Your hips start moving, slowly, forward and back and you don’t realize that your legs are getting further apart until his tongue reaches places they never have been before. He sucks and licks, exploring the area with more enthusiasm than before. He pulls his finger out from you and instead, uses his now free hands to message your ass. He grips and pulls, rocking you back and forth on his face. 

Gasping, you grip his hair, yanking on by accident. It doesn’t deter him, instead he moans at the pain. Mark, noticing that your legs are slowly closing, let’s go of your ass and wrap his hands around your thighs again. He’s keeping your legs from closing again with firm pressure and you can feel your stomach tightening, your eyes closing as you can feel yourself getting closer. It’s happening so much faster than it usually does, tears beading on the corner of your eyes. 

“Mark,” You whimper, rocking your hips to chase the high you’re feeling. “Just like that, baby, please— fuck,” He nods, keeping his pace and pressure before he moans under you, the feeling of you cumming on his face lets him know that Rex was right. He doesn’t know why he’s never done this before. Your thighs twitch as you finish on his face, closing him in even more and he cums again, this time his dick is free from his shorts and you can feel the droplets hitting your back. 

Panting, you go to slide off of him but he brings you back in place. You whine, holding onto the headboard before looking down at him. 

“I just came,” You murmur and he gives you a greedy smile before he pouts. 

“You can take it, you can take more,” He whimpers, nuzzling into your thighs as they shake a little. “Please, baby. Just a couple more?” 

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking at his wet face. He’s panting a little, not once did he stop for air, but you guess he’s used to holding his breath at this point. 

“Mhmm,” He nods, licking his lips. “So sure, ‘m so fucking sure.”

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LMFAO! Me just going “…..what?….huh?….” every few seconds bc that sleep was bomb asf😭

Imagine being a vampire living in one of the castles Claudia and Louis searched. You’re in the middle of your decades long nap, and suddenly there’s some random teenage girl throwing the lid of your coffin open and firing question after question in your language (albeit broken and heavily accented) while a man that’s visibly teetering on the edge of his sanity awkwardly stands behind her.

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Tehehe I can’t deny it no more. He makes me giggle🤭

This man is SO FINEEEEEEEEE!!! IM GOING FCKING INSANE FOR HIMMMMMMMMMM!!!I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHH 😭😭😭😭

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I just saw your last reblog. Yeah I'mma need you to go get on that right now 🙏🏽

LMFAO YES!!! i’ll see what I can come up with and i’ll try to do my best! bc it was a REALLY good idea and I’ve been thinking about it all day!🙂‍↕️ im not sure when it will be finished but I’ll try and get it out. i wanna do Louis justice bc my boy deserves it all😭🙏

No joke im even thinking about adding a little bullying towards Lestat bc he deserves it😗

(im saying this as if i dont have like….three or four fics ive been working on for months already🫩)

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Fuck wait….why do I actually want to write this so bad omfg😭🙏

Louis putting a chastity belt on Lestat and wearing the key on a thin gold chain around his neck

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Jack O’Connell is interviewed at the Lady Chatterley’s Lover premiere at the 2022 London Film Festival

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The Long Way Back: Chapter 6 - Beta Test -> Soft Launch

A/n: Sixth part of an OC-ish story! Jacaerys Velaryon and you were best friends, thick as thieves. But when you presented as an omega and he as an alpha, things changed. Especially when you realized you loved him, much more and deeper than a best friend ever should, or would. As you tried to close the gap, bridge the distance, he pulled away harder, faster. ~18.6k words

Warnings: angst, slow burn, comfort (at some point), best friends to enemies/strangers, enemies/strangers to lovers, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Jacaerys Velaryon is an alpha), male reader is a singer, Jacaerys Velaryon is football star, mentions of death and suicidal ideation, internalized homophobia, homophobic people, violence, non-graphic sexual intimacy (MDNI, while it’s not explicit in detail, it’s still a bit heavy handed and physical), I do not know jack shit about American football and did minimal, and I mean like the most I did was probably google a few NFL terms, research. Kinda self indulgent and gratuitous.

P.s: (F/I/Y/N) means first initial of Your Name. So if your name is John then (F/I/Y/N) would read as J. (F/I/L/N) means first initial of last name. So if your name is John Doe, then (Y/n)(F/I/L/N) would read as John D.

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                          12:34pm 

You:……..it is. I can explain later, just please trust me.

Mom: I trust you, it’s his miserable ass I’m concerned with.

Read: 12:35pm

You roll your eyes, and immediately read all the texts from your publicist.

                               3:54am 

Ariana: (Y/n), baby, why didn’t you tell me in advance about your football player boyfriend??? We could’ve planned a contingency for this 😭

Ariana: it’s trending now, but there doesn’t seem to be anything negative about you, yet. It all seems to be directed to your little boy toy. 

                             5:27am 

Ariana: if you’re still with him, get on the same page for what you’re going to tell the public. I’m sure you’ll come up with a great spin for this, and if by some weird chance you don’t, then of course I will. Tell him his team’s publicist needs to speak with him urgently. He’s not in trouble or anything, they just want to make sure he’s equipped to deal with the public’s attitude.

Ariana: And tell him to avoid looking in his comments, replies, or DMs for now. It’s not looking pretty for him. 

Read: 12:36pm 

                                12:37pm

You: he’s not my boyfriend.

You: yet. Idk. 

You: I’m so sorry it kinda happened quick, we’re friends, but we’re trying to see where this goes. 

You: Gonna run this by him, but I think best case scenario we publish a joint Instagram post, saying we’re childhood best friends, which we are, and we recently rekindled our friendship. And he decided to surprise me at my show. 

Read: 12:38pm

Ariana: Ugh your mind, wow…

Ariana: have I ever told you you’re my favorite client? 🥰

Ariana: I think that’s perfect as long as he agrees. Keep me in the loop please 🙏🏽 

Read: 12:40pm

You: thank you pookie ☺️

You: will do! 

Read: 12:41pm 

You take a deep breath, before opening instagram and going to Jacaerys’ page. You swipe through a few of his posts, looking at the comments. You feel your stomach turn to knots at the ignorance and hate. You go to his Twitter, and it’s more of the same. You find a positive comment here and there defending him, but most of it is from toxic football fans who think he’s gonna turn the NFL into a rainbow factory. 

Your face scrunches up, you can’t believe this shit is happening to him. But deep down, in a place you can’t- or won’t- acknowledge you’re worried this is gonna make him regress. You’re worried these homophobic trolls are going to get in his head like his ex-friends did. You slowly turn, your face still hard and angry. “Are you okay (Y/n)?” Jacaerys asks nearly shooting out of bed and rushing to your side. “Hey…” he says softly, “what’s wrong?” Jacaerys says hooking a finger under your chin to make you look into his eyes. “Jace take a seat.” You mumble, gingerly pushing him back until he’s on the bed. “You’re kinda worrying me (Y/n). Should I be?” He asks nervously. Your hands tenderly cup his face, you lean down forehead against his. “Jace someone snapped a photo of us hugging backstage.” You whisper. You see Jacaerys eyes widen, you can feel his body tense. “There’s homophobes trolling you in your Instagram comments, Twitter replies, probably dms too.” You reveal. Your eyes soften scanning his, trying to glean any information. “Please don’t prove me wrong.” You beg internally. If he’s truly grown like he said he has, then while this might stress him out, he shouldn’t regress right? You aren’t sure, but you’re sure you’ll be bedridden if he breaks you again. 

Jacaerys’ breathing quickens, his mind flashes with all the shit he had to deal with from his friends. He feels like the walls are closing in on him. “No, not me…I’m not a faggot.” His mind instantly shoots to defensiveness, already trying to get him to lean into it. To push you away again, to make you swear this, none of it, ever happened, to redact his earlier public declaration as a momentary lapse in judgment, find a nice omega woman to settle down with even if it kills you or him. His pupils dilate as they flit about wildly looking for any reprieve or escape. His mind keeps yelling at him to reaffirm his alpha-ness, but as his eyes meet yours it’s all freezes. Your scent blooms in response to his distressed pheromones, comforting like a blanket, soothing all of his nerves and sealing their frayed edges. “Jacaerys are you okay? What do you want to do?” You ask. Jacaerys’ breathing slowly evens out. “I am gay, but I don’t care…not anymore as long as I’m with you, (Y/n). Whether it becomes more or not.” Jacaerys thinks lovingly as he stares into your eyes. “Well…I’m fine to post that…you’re my omega.” He says softly, each word hesitating like he’s still fighting against his older self. “But that’s counterproductive to the pace you want  to set.” He adds with a smile. 

You smile softly, eyes tearing up. “You’re really serious about choosing me, huh?” You giggle, as your tears fall into the corner of Jacaerys’ eyes before continuing their paths downward. “Forever and always.” Jacaerys whispers, each letter, each syllable stressed to their limits. You smile, before leaning in to place a chaste kiss against his lips. It’s soft, it’s not hungry, it’s not passionate, it’s soft, and affirming. You are becoming the man and alpha you want to be. You pull away slowly, giggling as Jacaerys leans forward trying to chase your lips. “That doesn’t count for the one you owe me from earlier.” He pouts, before breaking into a laugh. “Okay…” you take a breath composing yourself, “my publicist thinks this the best course of action, for now.” You say. “What is it?” Jacaerys asks tilting his head. “We do a joint Instagram post, preferably a photo of us from when we’re younger and one we took yesterday. Explain that we’re childhood best friends and we recently reconnected, and you decided to surprise me at my show.” You elaborate. “I can’t promise that it’ll stop the trolls, but it should get the public to ease up for now.” You add. 

Jacaerys mulls it over, he can’t find any fault with your plan. And honestly? You haven’t been in any scandals since your meteoric rise, and it’s probably because of your publicist, right? She’s gotta be worth every dollar you pay her. “Yeah let’s do it. I’ll check to see if I have any photos of us from back then.” Jacaerys says grabbing his phone. His eyes widened at the multitude of texts from his parents, his brothers, and Cregane. 

                                4:32am

Mom: Oh my god is that (Y/n)?! I had no clue he was a singer!! Why didn’t you tell us!!

Dad: Jacaerys you really dropped the ball on this…

Dad: but congrats!! You found him!

Lucerys: is he working late cause he’s a siiiinger?

Lucerys: Mom I play (Y/n)’s album literally ALL the time. Your fave song Burnt Bridges, (Y/n) sings that.

Mom: I don’t like your tone Luke.

Jacaerys rolls his eyes at Lucerys’ call back to his drunken voice note, and his back and forth with mom.

Joffrey: We’re witnessing never-before-seen simp levels 🤣🤣🤣

Joffrey: Literally just tattoo ‘Property of (Y/n)’ across your forehead.

                              12:56pm

Jacaerys: mom send a photo a (y/n) and I from our childhood.

Jacaerys: it happened kinda quick btw.

Jacaerys: like in one night kinda quick. 

Jacaerys: I’m in the UK btw

Jacaerys: (Y/n) is like the definition of pop star. His shows? AMAZING. 

Jacaerys: but we’re not together.

Jacaerys: yet. I’m working on it. 

Jacaerys: I don’t think I’ve been this happy in years. 

Jacaerys smiles, he might be a simp, but as long as he’s your simp, he’s unbothered, he doesn’t care. His finger swiped down, revealing the rest of the notifications he has. He timidly touches Cregane’s texts. 

                                 2:43am 

Cregane: I saw the photo!! Good on ya! Make sure you don’t lose’em this time!

Read:1:01pm

                               1:02pm

Jacaerys: It wasn’t suppose to be like this 😭

Jacaerys: I had a whole spread in Vogue or Harper’s Bazar planned for our relationship announcement! 

Jacaerys: you think I can sue the person who took the photo?

Read: 1:05pm 

Cregane: Run it by legal see what they say

Cregane: Young love…isn’t it something…

Cregane: If you ruin this for yourself, I’m on your ass. You’re not gonna know a day of peace. 🙂‍↕️

Read: 1:07pm

Jacaerys: of course!! It’s all thanks to you! If I fuck this up, take me out back like Old Yeller, and put me down. 

Read: 1:09pm 

Cregane: will do! 😂

Cregane: Bring him to our Super Bowl games!

Read: 1:10pm

Jacaerys: of course! Gotta do damage control rn. 

Read: 1:11pm

Jacaerys swipes Cregane’s texts away. Before going to his coach’s text thread. 

                                  3:21am

Coach Smith: Jacaerys I’ve just been told about what you have going on. It’s trending, our publicist says he wants to talk to you, this is his number xxx-xxx-xxxx.

Coach Smith: you’re not in trouble, just so you know, ignore the comments and replies you’re getting, we’re not kicking you out because of who you love. 

Coach Smith: for what it’s worth, (Y/n) (F/I/L/N) seems like a great guy. Hope we get to meet’em soon. 

Read: 1:15pm

                                   1:16pm

Jacaerys: Thank you so much coach Smith. I can’t put it into words how thankful I am. When things settle down, and we’re more official of course I’ll bring him around so you all can meet him.

Read: 1:16pm 

Coach Smith: Thanks son, I know how hard things can be. Enjoy your time with him. 

Jacaerys smiles fondly at his phone, realizing how far he’s come since his middle and high school days. He tapped the number Coach Smith had sent him. He pressed his phone to his ear, he held his breath, each ring made him more and more nervous. “Hello?” A voice responded. “Hi uh- my name is Jacaerys Velaryon. I play for Ebon Valor, Coach Smith said you wanted to speak to me?” Jacaerys said with a nervous chuckle. “Oh gosh- Hi! My name is Drew Maddox, I’m the team’s publicist. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances. When I saw what was trending I reached out to everyone I could, trying to get ahold of you.” Drew laughs. “It’s nice to meet you Drew. So what’s the game plan?” Jacaerys cautiously spoke. “Well that’s really up to you. Obviously I have some ideas on how to pivot, change, or take control of the narrative, but it’s what you want to do.” Drew says thoughtfully. “Right, uhm- (Y/n) has a good plan actually. We’re gonna do a joint post saying we’re childhood best friends, just reconnected and I surprised him at his concert.” Jacaerys elaborates. “Oh wow…I swear the (L/n)’s are so goddamn talented.” Drew laughs. “Well great! I’m sure everyone’s given you the rundown to avoid social media for a few days, even after the topic dies down the trolls usually don’t tucker themselves out for another week or two.” Drew informs him. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you Drew.” Jacaerys says. “It’s what I do. Take care and be safe Jacaerys.” Drew says as the line beeps. 

“Hey so how does this sound Jacaerys?” You ask looking over the verbiage of the post. 

@(Y/n)(F/I/L/N) & @JVelaryon26Valor - Can’t believe our reunion is causing such a buzz. We’re best friends, have been since we were in diapers. People love to spin a yarn, make up a narrative. This is the truth. We’ve only just reconnected and Jacaerys decided to surprise me at my concert. So to trolls leaving hateful comments or sending either of us homophobic shit, fuck off. [Post]

“I think it sounds good.” Jacaerys shrugs his shoulder. “You think I should run it by one of our publicists?” You ask, eyes squinted as you weigh your options. “Probably, but if they edit it, the public might recognize the difference in tone between you and them.” Jacaerys wagers. “Oh true.” You lick your lips, as your finger hovers above the post button. “This is good, this is safe for Jacaerys’ career…but wouldn’t it be easier to say we’re together? Would that be too quick?” You think. “Jace…” your voice comes out softly, “you know this post is just to get people off our backs for now right? While we take our time with each other?” You whisper. Jacaerys smiles, walking over to you. He leans down resting his chin on your shoulder. “Yeah…I know.” He softly affirms. “You know that I want this to turn into something more?” You sheepishly say, you can feel heat rising to your face with his new proximity. “Of course I do.” Jacaerys says with a soft smile you can feel. 

Your finger taps the post button, you hold your breath as the little progress bar loads to 100%. “It’s done.” You breathily say. “Uh- we’re gonna go out today, and I bet they’re all still sleeping.” You snicker. “We- well I guess you, need new clothes since you went home, desperate to see me, without a suitcase.” You tease. “Don’t act like it’s not endearing.” Jacaerys chirps, before his eyes widen. “It is endearing right? It’s not off putting?” Jacaerys softly checks in. “There’s not much you can do that isn’t endearing.” You say your hand going up to cup his cheek. He leans into your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it, trying his hardest to get his scent to sink into your skin. You shyly pull away lying down on the bed. “Hey what’s your shirt size?” You ask innocently. “Uhhh- XXL?” He responds. “Pants size?” You question. “36x34, but I usually have to buy the athletic fit. Otherwise the pants look weird on me, ‘cause of my thighs.” He elaborates. “Shoe size?” You ask. “Size 14 in most shoes. Sometimes 13 and 1/2.” He answers before testing the waters. “Hey…” Jacaerys leans over his warm breath hitting your ear. “You know what they say about big feet?” He sultrily asks. “Big heart, right?” You say innocently. “You weren’t just about to make a joke about your dick size right?” You taunt. Jacaerys flushes bright red, his eyes widen, before he forces himself to relax. “Yeah-“ he doesn’t sound convincing, “exactly, big heart.” He laughs nervously. 

“Right…” you clear your throat, “well I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough how big it is.” You say. Jacaerys looks at you with a half smirk. “Y-Your heart I mean.” You stutter out. Jacaerys pushes you down onto the bed, and drapes himself over you. “You’re crushing me!” You giggle as he really lets his body relax on top of yours. “Don’t care, you started this.” Jacaerys flirtily whispers. His fingers move to tickle you, getting a laugh or two out of you. “I give! I give!” You say tapping out. “What do I get since I win?” He asks, feeling bolder as the two of you sink back into the rhythm you had with each other earlier in life. “What do you want?” You ask breathily. “Well I want your heart…” Jacaerys pauses, looking into your eyes, “but I think it might be too soon for that…” he leans closer, his weight on his elbows, resting his forehead against yours, “so how about another kiss?” He asks, his eyes trailing down to your lips. “I think I can do that.” You whisper. He leans down, molding his lips against yours, his hands bunch up the bedding under his grip. His knuckles turn white, from fighting to stay in control and not push further than you’ve allowed thus far. 

He pulls away, looking at his work, your eyes are half lidded, and you look like you’re torn between gong in for another, or stopping now. “Why don’t we…” you take a deep breath, “order room service?” You finish, sliding out from underneath him. “Good idea. Yeah.” Jacaerys says flopping against the bed, hiding his growing problem. “Here’s the menu, let me know what you want.” You say softly, your eyes rake over his face, like you’re committing every detail to memory. Jacaerys takes the menu from your hand, letting his fingers linger and caress your own. He flips through the hotel’s menu, impressed at their wide variety, but he’s kind of a simple man. “Can I get the American sampler?” He turns to you. “Yeah of course.” You respond, walking over to the phone. You pick it up and dial the kitchen. “Hi, good morning, I’d like to order an American sampler, and the eggs Benedict, with avocado toast?” You say into the receiver. “Yeah,” your hand covers the mic, “how do you want your eggs?” You ask. “Sunny side up, please.” Jacaerys answers. “Runny yolk?” You inquire. “Yes please.” He affirms. “Sunny side up.” You speak. “Room 460. Yeah charge it to the card on file for the room. Okay, great thank you.” You chirped, placing the phone down. 

“Why don’t we freshen up?” You ask nonchalantly. Jacaerys feels blush spreading across his face. You look at him with a smile, before giggling. “You really are Casanova huh? You can shower first if you’d like, there’s extra new toothbrushes in the bathroom.” You say with a laugh. “Oh…right.” He chuckles. “Okay, I’ll shower first.” He says getting up. “Oh and don’t bother getting into your old clothes, just chill in one of the bathrobes.” You add before lying in bed and scrolling on your phone. “Okay…?” Jacaerys hesitates, but goes into the bathroom anyways. He strips down, tossing his clothes into the laundry hamper. He turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right for him. The moment he gets in, it’s like the warm water is washing away all his troubles. Even the photo, the trending topic, and hateful comments seem to wither away in here in this moment. He thinks back to you. Your soft body, glistening, underneath the shower head. Would you be shy? Or would you be dominat- “No! I can’t not here not now.” Jacaerys tries to clear his mind but it’s too late, his friend had already perked up. He shampoos and uses the body wash the hotel provides, ignoring his problem, until it dies down on its own. 

Jacaerys finishes and hops out, putting on a bathrobe, and stepping out. When your eyes go to him, he looks like a demigod. The way he slicked back his wet hair, the way his pecs seem to burst out of the bathrobe, the way it seems to ride up enough to tease, but not show. You stand up quickly, rushing past him into the bathroom. “Heads up the food might get here while I’m showering, make sure to bring it in. “ You say through the door. “Okay!” Jacaerys responds. You slide down, back against the wall. Why were you leaking slick? You’ve never done that before. You’ve even been around an alpha in his rut, by accident, once and even his pheromones did nothing to you. None of the things your biology would demand when you can smell the lust coming off in waves from a strong virile alpha. You clap your cheeks, shaking your head. You strip, and get into the shower, letting the warm water sink in. You can’t help but think of Jacaerys. Would he be gentle? Is he one of those silent types? Does he groan? Would he be dominating? Or would he be a submissive little toy? Would he whimper as you— “oh god no not this.” You groan internally, feeling yourself slick up and harden. “Why is this happening to me?” You bemoaned within. You will those thoughts away, keeping composed, as you shampoo, and use your body wash. 

You finish up, having paid extra attention back there to make sure he can’t even get a whiff of your arousal, and ignoring the hard problem in front of you, until it softened. You put on a bathrobe, before exiting. The moment you enter, you and Jacaerys lock eyes, before the both of you look away. Jacaerys is a deep shade of red, while you feel a heat climbing up your face. “Uh-uh-the food- it’s here.” Jacaerys stutters out. “Let- Let’s eat up then.” You struggle to get out. The two of you wordlessly sit across each other, both of you keeping your eyes trained on the plate before you. “So uh-“ you can feel the unspoken tension thicken, “how’d you sleep?” You ask. “Good- Better than I have in ages actually. What about you?” Jacaerys says calmly, slicing through the tension. “That’s good. Same actually usually I wake up exhausted after a concert, but I feel well rested.” You say softly. Oh. That makes Jacaerys’ alpha beyond happy, he’s crooning without even realizing it. Your omega is responding without any kind of push from you, your chest rumbling as you answer his joy, with your own. 

The two you eat happily, while Jacaerys regales you with more tales of his time training and on the field. You do the same, immersing him deeply into your world, as you explain the ins and outs of the music industry, and even give him a heads up in advance about a few magazine shoots you have, and how you’re a surprise guest, walking the runway during NY fashion week for Burberry. “Oh wow! That’s impressive!” Jacaerys says excitedly. “Really?” You ask unsure. “Like I’m a nepobaby, Ive got these opportunities because of who my mom is, while other singers, models, etc. what have you, can’t even get their foot in the door.” You say softly. “Wait nepobaby? How?” Jacaerys questions, tilting his head. “Oh right you probably have no clue. My mom is Regina Rose. She was a big, huge actually, singer in the 80s and 90s.” You revealed. Jacaerys eyes widen, he’d heard the name before, it’s the singer of all the songs his mom would play on Sunday while she cleaned. “Oh my god I had no idea!” He says excitedly. His excitement turns to dread as he realizes he hurt Regina Rose’s son. “Oh my god is she going to end my career?” Jacaerys questions out loud. “I know I deserve it, but would she still let me date you?” He starts to spiral. You reach over placing a hand on his. “She won’t, not with my permission and go-ahead.” You assure him. 

“Ah well if anyone’s going to destroy my career I’d rather it be you.” Jacaerys says playfully, flipping his hand, rubbing the back of yours with his thumb. “Don’t worry, as long as you keep being a good boy, you’ll have nothing to worry about.” You say coyly, completely unaware of how Jacaerys is short circuiting over your choice of words. He’s replaying that Sarah Mclachlan ASPCA commercial in his head to keep his body from reacting. A knock at the door pulls both of your attention. “Ooo that might just be what I ordered.” You singsonged. You went over opened the door, and took the bags from the concierge worker. “Oh! wait right here.” You walked over grabbed your wallet and pulled out two fifty pound notes. You walked back over putting the money in his hand. “Thank you so much for rushing this over.” You say with a smile before closing the door. You walk back over with a quite a few bags from different luxury brands. Jacaerys can only recognize the most common ones he’s seen. You’ve got bags from Gucci, Tom Ford, and Fendi. You separate one bag from the rest. “Here you go, these are for you!” You say brightly. “What?” Jacaerys chortles. “These are for you.” You repeat. “You didn’t come with a bag, so I figured I’d get you a little something.” You say forcing the bags into his hands.

“Try it on! I hand picked everything in these bags.” You say nonchalantly. Jacaerys feels his heart skip a beat, it’s akin to scenting in a way. He has things you bought, hand chose, for him to wear. “These might be more expensive than anything I’ve ever owned.” Jacaerys laughs. “Well you’ll just have to get as much mileage as you can out of it then.” You giggle. “Go get changed let’s see what you look like in then.” You plead sweetly. “Alright, which one of these should I wear?” He asks, putting the control in your hand. “Hmmm,” you get up thinking. You look into a few bags, before selecting 4 of them. “These.” You say putting them in his arms. “Okay. You can’t laugh though if I look ridiculous.” Jacaerys warns. “No promises.” You squeak. Jacaerys heads into the bathroom, unwrapping each piece. The Gucci bags have a simple tee in one, and a leather jacket in the other. The Tom Ford bag has slim straight jeans that somehow fit him just right, snug in all the right places without getting weird at the bottom. The Fendi bag has a pair of light brown Chelsea boots, that fit perfectly. As Jacaerys looks at himself in the mirror, he can’t exactly recognize himself, but it’s absolutely something he’d wear, just from regular stores, not luxury brands. But he smiles as he realizes everything he’s wearing was given to him by you. Each piece meticulously chosen, and tailored just for him. He steps out of the bathroom, and your breathing catches, he looks like a model, straight out of a magazine. “How do I look?” Jacaerys asks, slowly turning in place. “You look amazing, it’s just missing one thing.” You coyly say approaching him, you throw a scarf around him, pulling him down to kiss his cheek, before wrapping it around his neck. 

“Now you look perfect.” You say softly. Jacaerys can only smile like a lovesick fool, he’s entirely at your whims, and he knows it. “I’m gonna get changed. Ashton, Angela, and Britney are on their way so let them in when they knock.” You say taking your suitcase into the bathroom. Jacaerys doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t trust his mouth to just say okay, he knows if he opens his mouth, his declaration of love will pour out and he doesn’t want this rush these small moments. Jacaerys smells your scent, light, airy, sweet wafting somewhere near him. His nose twitches as he tries to find the source. His hands grab part of the scarf and he takes a deep inhale. He realizes you scented the scarf. He walks over to the bathroom, knocking once. “Hey (Y/n) are you gonna wear a scarf too?” He asks through the door. “Yeah, why?” You ask. “Let me see it.” Is all he says, leaving no room to argue or protest. You crack the door open and give it to him, before shutting it to finish getting ready. He takes your scarf and rubs it against his scent glands, lightly. Just enough for you to know, subtle enough that no one else does. When you step out of the bathroom he can see why you’re walking in NY fashion week. You make the clothes look so much better than they would on the rack. You’re dressed in light wash denim skinny jeans, probably from some luxury brand he doesn’t know, black Chelsea boots, a plain white tee, and a black trench coat. “Sooo how do I look?” You ask spinning around. “Like my husba- I mean, perfect. You look perfect. Just missing one thing.” He says as he copies action for action what you did, except he kisses you on your lips. Softly, gently, feathery, before pulling away. He watches as you struggle to process everything, and he can see the moment the realization dawns on you. He scented your scarf, just like you did his. 

The two of you lock eyes, hidden away from the world, the push and pull of this dance all consuming and welcomed. To think the two of you could’ve had this so much earlier is but a fleeting thought. Perhaps things needed to happen this way, to ensure the two of you were ready for the intensity of this budding connection. The two of you jump at the knocking on your door. “That’s probably-“ you pause breathlessly. “Yeah that’s probably your friends, let’s not uh-“ his eyes say a million words, but none of them match what he’s about to say, “let’s not keep them waiting.” He finishes, as he opens the door. “Good afternoon Ashton, Angela, Britney.” Jacaerys says with a smile opening the door wider for them. “Woooah did (Y/n) play dress up with you?” Angela says impressed. “Is it that different from my usual style?” Jacaerys laughs. “No, it suits you.” Ashton affirms, patting Jacaerys on the back as he enters. Angela just smiles at Jacaerys as she walks by. Britney stops right next to Jacaerys leaning into whisper. “He only dresses the people he loves. Whatever you’re doing keep on doing it.” She says voice barely audible to him. He smiles brightly, nodding excitedly, he’d do anything to keep things going like this. And to know he just has to keep doing what he’s already doing? That has him celebrating on the inside, already planning out a proposal. 

“Well you guys seem ready.” Ashton jokes, you can see his nose twitch, he inches forward towards you, making you take a step back. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, like he knows. But he doesn’t say anything. “Yeah, you guys too. Did you have breakfast already?” You ask clearing your throat and diverting attention from whatever Ashton was doing. “Yup! We’re ready to go!” Britney says excited. “I can’t wait to go to see Big Ben, and the Westminster Abbey.” Angela says brightly. “I can’t wait to see everything the English stole in the British museum.” You laughed, half joking half serious. “What about you Jacaerys?” Ashton asks. “Oh I’m looking forward to everything.” Jacaerys responds earnestly. “As long as it’s with (Y/n) right?” Ashton snickers, taunting him. Angela elbows Ashton in his side. “Forgive him, he’s under the impression he’s (Y/n)’s pack alpha, like his mother isn’t alive and well.” Angela elaborates. “She’s not here right now is she?” Ashton winces rubbing his side. “How do you keep hitting me in the same spot…” he groans rubbing the tender area. 

“Alright well I ordered the Uber, even if we don’t get to everything today, we have tomorrow and the day after.” You say confidently. The five of you head down the elevator, before Jacaerys panics. “Wait we need hats and masks.” He says worried. “It’ll be fine, besides if we’re seen hanging out as group it’ll help sell the narrative we put out.” You try to calm him. “If it gets to be too much I can always get you a hat and a mask out there, just let me know.” You say softly. Ashton snickers at the two of you. “What about me (Y/n)? What if I get overwhelmed?” Ashton coos. “That sounds like a personal problem, you better tighten up.” You say with a laugh. “He’s already getting special treatment! It’s crazy!” Ashton cackles. Angela clears her throat and he stops dead in his tracks, inching away from her attack range slowly. The elevator dings as it reaches the bottom floor. “The Uber should be waiting by the back entrance.” You say, as you head towards an employee only area. “Uh sir this is-“ the employee stops mid sentence. “Mr. (L/n), my apologies. You’re heading towards the back entrance correct?” He immediately change their tune. “Yeah exactly.” You say. “We’ll just follow me I’ll get you there as quick as I can.” He says, starting his stride. He opens the door holding it for you all to walk on by. “Mr. (L/n) when you return will you be coming in from the front or back?” He asks kindly. “The front most likely, I’ll call if that changes.” You respond, the employee nods before shutting the door. 

The car ride is quiet, everyone is on their phone or taking in the sights. Jacaerys on the other hand can’t stop sneaking photos of you. When he thinks you aren’t looking. Sometimes when you catch him you’ll just smile and wait until he puts the phone down. His hand inches over, his fingers gliding over yours to remind you, and himself, he’s here, you’re here, together. It gets worse as you arrive to the different places you all wanted to visit. Jacaerys can’t help himself, sneaking photos of you. Saying ‘I’ll get one of all of us.’ and then saying ‘now one of just (Y/n).’ with a lovesick smile, before quickly adding, ‘for his Instagram.’ and clearing his throat. While everyone else takes photos of the scenery Jacaerys doesn’t bother if you’re not in the shot. And to his glee, you keep entertaining him. Either you know or you don’t, but does it matter? When you’re this in sync already? When you guys stop to eat you order something for him, and he swears he cannot fall any deeper in love, only to get proven wrong, when it’s something he actually enjoys, or its a new meal that he tries and falls in love with. Even if he can’t really tell if it’s cause he likes the flavor profile, or if it’s because you ordered it for him. Anytime you order a dessert, you let the table try it, but you always personally feed him a little taste of it.

Things are sweet, even with random fans coming up now and then to get photos with you, or Jacaerys. Whenever you can tell he’s getting flustered, or overwhelmed with the sheer number of people coming, you tell him his hands feel cold. When he slips them into his pocket, you inch as close as you can, and slide your hand inside. Interlacing your fingers with his, and gripping twice, like you’re saying it’s okay, I’m here. I can protect us. Sometimes people want one with just him, but you don’t move, you let him decide if he’s going to step away to take or ask that they take it with you. Most times he takes it with you, unless it’s a kid or a young teen, then he’ll immediately peel away for a photo, and offer them some words of encouragement. Ashton is slowly acclimating to Jacaerys’ presence, even if he doesn’t completely trust him yet, it’s obvious how much the two of you are essentially made for each other. Jacaerys keeps you safe from the physical triggers, and you keep him grounded from his emotional triggers. It’s like the two of you were lovers in a past life, and he just can’t help how much more he hopes this works out for you and Jacaerys. 

By the end of the night everyone’s exhausted and the Uber back is taking much, much longer than the Uber there. Jacaerys notices you fall asleep, head against the window. He just watches until the car goes over a pot hole and you knock your head against the window. You wake up hissing, and rubbing your head. “Are you okay?” Jacaerys asks, hand already outstretched to rub the spot. “Yeah I’m fine don’t worry.” You respond grabbing his hand and placing it on your lap. Jacaerys keeps a closer eye on you, and on the road, he can see another bump coming, but he isn’t quick enough to catch you. “Ouch…” you whine rubbing your forehead. “(Y/n) come here.” Jacaerys whispers. “No. Don’t wanna.” You mumble. “I’m sleepy.” You add yawning. “(Y/n) don’t be stubborn just come closer.” Jacaerys says a bit more firm. “Why?” You ask eyes half lidded as you look at him. Jacaerys’ eyes flit around the vehicle. “I’ll let you ask any me any question you want about anything.” He offers up. He sees your eyes widen matching your curiosity. You inch closer until your thighs are touching. “Okay good. Now you can sleep.” Jacaerys says wrapping an arm around you to keep you from pulling away. “No fair you tricked me.” You mumble, getting sleepier as Jacaerys scent gets stronger. “I meant it. Just ask me when you wake up. I’ll make good on my promise.” He whispers rubbing your cheek as your eyes fully close. 

The car comes to a slow in front of the hotel. “You guys ready?” Ashton asks from the front seat looking back. “Is (Y/n) asleep?” Ashton questions shocked. “Yeah he is. Should we call and have them ready the back entrance?” Jacaerys inquired. “Uh- yeah that’s probably for the best I’ll make the call.” Ashton says with quiet wonder. “It’s just…” Ashton pauses, he’s loyal to you, but he feels the need to let Jacaerys know he’s on the right track. “(Y/n) hasn’t ever fallen asleep in a car with us.” He says softy. “He’s always stayed up, but here he is nestled into your side asleep.” He says with a breathy laugh. “Good thing you’re strong, you’re gonna have to carry him up. Nothing, literally nothing, can wake him once he’s asleep.” Ashton snorts. Jacaerys just smiles, looking down at you, as your drool seeps into his shirt. The Uber driver moves his car to behind the hotel, and parks by the entrance. “Thank you have a great night!” Ashton says as you all pile out. “Here Ashton hold him for a second.” Jacaerys says a passing you off. “What why? Isn’t this like your dream?” He asks. “Well…I mean yeah, but I don’t think he’d want anyone to see me carry him up to our room. It wouldn’t help  the rumors either.” Jacaerys says as he takes off his jacket. He covers your face with it, leaving a small hole so you get fresh air before taking you back from Ashton. Jacaerys can feel his heart beating out of his chest with your soft snores vibrating against him as they leave your body. 

The elevator ride feels like it’s taking an eternity, Jacaerys can feel his body heating up. “Did I catch a cold that quick?” He muses, he was outside in the cold for the briefest of moments. He feels his body getting even hotter, a dull ache in his gums. He fumbles with the keycard and manages to get the door open. He falls to his knees breathing heavily, he manages to get over to the bed, laying you down softly, before he gets into bed next to you. His mind feels hazy, he doesn’t even register he’s curled up by your side, huffing your scent like it’s a drug, until he feels an a throb, an ache, at the base of his cock. He peels away lightening fast as his appendage hardens. “No, no, no am I going into my rut?” He thinks, he manages to stand, and make his way to the bathroom phone in hand. With a shaky hand he dials up his therapist. He hears the ringing, but it stops. “Hey Jacaerys! how are you? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you to congratulate you on taking your team to the Super Bowl. Reallll ballsy of you to make that announcement on tv too. I hope it worked, tell me are you with him right now?” Jacquelin asks. She doesn’t hear him respond but she can hear his heavy panting and breathing. “Jacaerys is everything okay?” She questions concerned. 

“I thought-“ he groans his clothes chaffing at his skin, “I thought you said…I needed to spend a lot of time around (Y/n) before my rut would come back?” He manages to get out. He slowly peels his sweat soaked clothes off, even as his instincts yell at him to just rip them off, he can’t bring himself to do that to a gift you’ve gotten him. “Wait is your rut coming in now?” She questions with heavy worry. “Is (Y/n) safe? Is he willing to help you?” She asks. Jacaerys can’t help but want to snarl at the assumption he’d hurt you, but his logical mind though in tatters knows Jacquelin’s just worried. “I locked myself in the bathroom. We’re taking things slow, I can’t ask him to help with this.” Jacaerys breathing gets harder. “Tell me what can I expect? I haven’t had one since my very first when I presented.” Jacaerys elaborates. “Uh spiking body temp, ache in your gums and base of your penis right where your knot would be, uhm Jacaerys this might be dangerous to handle alone…especially because of your one sided bond…does (Y/n) know? Would he help you if he did?” Jacquelin probes. 

“No he doesn’t…” he groans, his member aches, it’s painful, nothing like he thought he remembered, “I can’t tell him. I don’t want him to blame himself…” Jacaerys pants heavily. “Okay, uh tell me what you’re feeling when you think of (Y/n)?” Jacquelin probes. “Have to keep my mate safe. Have to keep him comfortable.” Jacaerys manages to get out. “Listen you should tell him…maybe your rut can be satisfied with skin to skin contact instead of…everything a rut entails.” Jacquelin pleads once more. “I’m not telling him. If that’s all you got I’m hanging up.” Jacaerys warns. “Okay, wait! You’re in the bathroom right?” She asks. Jacaerys grunts confirming what she asked. “Okay, turn the shower on to the coldest setting, and get in. When you cool down enough go to a pharmacy, tell them you need emergency rut suppressants. They should provide them as a pill or shot.” Jacquelin informs. “Okay. Gonna go now to get in the shower. Call…” he groans again, a fiery mess of desire in his stomach he won’t act on, “later.” He says pained, ending the call and tossing it on the counter. 

Jacaerys’ hand quickly turns the knob all the way to the right, and even gives another twist to make sure the water is ice cold. He gets in right under the shower head. It feels wonderful against his hot skin, he leans forward resting his forehead against the cold tile, trying to cool down even quicker, so he can get the suppressants before you wake up. He doesn’t know how long he’s been under the running water, but a knock at the door pulls his attention. “Jacaerys are you okay in there?” You ask breathlessly. Jacaerys eyes widen, before he can consciously react, his hand is already gripping the door knob, ready to open it. He wrestles his hand away from it, back up and sliding down the shower wall, the cold water still raining down on him. “I’m fine!” He groans again. “You don’t sound fine…can I help?” You ask worried. “No! Please! Stay back! I have to keep you safe.” He cries, the aches coming back in full force. “Jace I trust you. Just tell me…what can I do to help you?” You sound like you’re about to cry. Jacaerys eyes widen. “Scent uh- something of yours, heavily, make it reek of nothin but you, and slide it under the door.” Jacaerys responds pained. You can hear his breathing getting heavier behind the door. 

Jacaerys can hear you moving around, before stopping. “Here, I hope it helps.” You say shyly. It makes Jacaerys tilt his head, but when crawls out of the shower, his breathing hitches. You slid your underwear through the gap in the door. “I wasn’t being nosey, but I heard some of what you said.” You sound like you’re pressed right up against the door. “No…no, god please…” Jacaerys bargains with anyone up there who would listen to erase the conversation from your memory. He grips your underwear, holding it close to his nose taking a shuddering breath. It cuts through the haze, each breath he takes, clears his mind. He can’t help but feel a little shameful, huffing your underwear like he’s some horny teenager who rummaged through your laundry when you weren’t looking, but god does it help. The ache dulls to a throb every now and then but it’s manageable. He still fights his baser instincts, telling him to mark the garment with more than just his heavy breaths and saliva, but his burning rut has cooled to a kindling temperature. 

Jacaerys stays under the shower head, hoping somehow the water washes away the shame. He’s still clutching your underwear to his nose, head hung to make sure it doesn’t get wet. Another knock pulls Jacaerys attention. “Hey Jacaerys it’s Ashton, uh listen- (Y/n) didn’t share details, he just asked me to get this for you.” Ashton projects. “I’m gonna slide it under the door, take it and when you feel well enough, I’ll take you to the pharmacy for a shot.” Ashton assures. “For what it’s worth…” Ashton pauses, “there’s no shame in popping a rut…it’s happened to me before.” He reveals. “Not with (Y/n)! A different omega!” He clarifies instantly, knowing what an alpha in rut, is capable of doing when they feel challenged for their mate. “(Y/n) doesn’t think differently of you, I asked if he felt unsafe, and he said no. He told me he knew you’d never hurt him. I don’t think he’ll admit it, but I think he was flattered.” Ashton says with a giggle. “So don’t beat yourself up over it. Just take care of yourself and make sure to come get (Y/n), after he’s in our room. He wasn’t sure if his pheromones were affecting you or not.” Ashton elaborates. “I’m gonna go text me or (Y/n) when you’re good to get the shot.” Ashton says. Jacaerys doesn’t move until he hears the door click closed. Then he stumbles over to the little pill packet, tearing it open, and swallowing them instantly. 

It doesn’t kick in for a while. Most rut suppressants are preventative, not halting. But as the minutes go by, all of the aches Jacaerys felt, slowly dissipate. The last to go is the overwhelming heat from his body temperate. He knows it’s going down as the cold water starts to feel unbearable. He steps out of the bathroom, cracking the door open making sure the room is empty, before getting into his sweatpants and sweat shirt. He grabs his phone but as he goes to text you, he still feels weird about it. He knows it’s normal, he’s knows it’s no one’s fault, but he can’t shake the shame. Even more so since you heard his conversation. He taps Ashton’s number typing up a response saying he’s good to go. He gets a response almost instantly. ‘On my way up.’ The text reads, Jacaerys waits by the elevator, he makes eye contact with Ashton before looking down. Ashton doesn’t say anything he saw the hurt in Jacaerys’ eyes. He wordlessly extends an arm patting Jacaerys on the back. The two head to the pharmacy, Ashton does all the talking needed, while Jacaerys complies with everything they ask. Ashton gives them his identifying information, while Jacaerys lets them weigh him and measure his height, to calculate the dosage needed. 

“Alright you’ll just feel a small pinch, and nothing else.” The pharmacist says, lining up the needle with Jacaerys bicep. Jacaerys winces as the needle digs into his flesh. “And…” the pharmacist pushes the plunger down, “we’re all set. Don’t worry about payment, your friend already took care of it.” The pharmacist says with a smile, going back to filling prescriptions. Jacaerys gets up and walks out to the front, making eye contact with Ashton. He simply nods towards the door holding it open for Jacaerys. “So…” Ashton hesitates, “do you want to talk about it?” He asks. Jacaerys shakes his head. “Do you wanna be alone?” Ashton inquires. Jacaerys hangs his head, but shakes it regardless. “Alright, do you want to go for a walk?” Ashton questions. Jacaerys nods his head, walking with Ashton as they take in the neighborhood. “I might not be your first choice in comfort, and you probably don’t want to speak to (Y/n) right now,” Ashton says softly, pausing as they walk throughout the park near the hotel, “but I am an alpha. There’s a chance I could understand your strife, your shame better than most could.” Ashton says gingerly. 

“I had a girlfriend in high school, I didn’t feel anything deeper than the consideration you might give a passing stranger. But I still chose her because I thought she was good enough for the future I thought I wanted.” Jacaerys says softly, slowly. Ashton hangs on his every word. “After the game, after I destroyed (Y/n), she took me back to her home…” Jacaerys pauses, feeling that familiar feeling of disgust and shame bubble to the surface. “She wanted to get physical.” Jacaerys says the implication evident. “She wanted to bone?” Ashton says plainly. “Yeah.” Jacaerys says deadpan. “But I couldn’t get it up. She was wearing lingerie and everything and alpha could want, but I felt nothing. In the years after I didn’t get a rut, I couldn’t even get hard, and I tried once, but it didn’t work.” Jacaerys admits. “Who was the one time?” Ashton asks. “I don’t even remember his name,” Jacaerys buries his face into his hands, “I only went back to his dorm, because he looked like (Y/n).” His admission comes out muffled. “Oh wow…” Ashton says wide eyed, starting to realize how deep Jacaerys love and infatuation with you goes. “I got tested and everything…” Jacaerys grits his teeth, “my therapist came to the conclusion that, based on my hormone levels, I’m suffering from a one way bond.” Jacaerys says sadly. “And it’s (Y/n)?” Ashton says seriously. Jacaerys nods slowly, his gaze drifts to Ashton’s. Even though Ashton looks confused, Jacaerys can’t find even a hint of judgment or pity, only sympathy, and empathy. 

“How are you so sure?” Ashton questions. “He’s the only one I’ve ever loved.” Jacaerys says matter of factly. “I’ve never had other crushes. I’ve never thought of a future that didn’t have him by my side.” Jacaerys’ eyes and wistful tone reflect the regret he still carries despite apologizing. “I feel like shit whenever I think of that, cause my then girlfriend knew, it seems like everyone else knew it, but I still refused to accept it.” He says with a breathy chuckle. “She asked me the hardest questions she could’ve for a seventeen year old…” Jacaerys paused trying to remember her line of questioning, “‘What do you want?’…” Jacaerys says out loud. “(Y/n) came to mind. No matter how she rephrased the question, it was always him. But how could I tell that to her? When I was in her house, in her room, when she was my girlfriend?” Jacaerys wonders. “That’s heavy man.” Ashton says taking it all in. “I’m not going to snitch on you, but you have to have that conversation with (Y/n). You have to tell him about the one sided bond, it’ll explain the sudden onset of your rut.” Ashton wagers. “No!” Jacaerys shouts panicking. “I can’t tell him…what if he thinks that’s the only reason I’m here? To get him to fall for me so the bond removal surgery isn’t risky.” Jacaerys starts to spiral. “Ah shit wait what does (Y/n) do…” Ashton thinks, “right! Jacaerys breathe with me.” Ashton says timidly putting his hands on Jacaerys’ shoulders. 

Jacaerys tries to match his rhythm, it’s shaky, uncoordinated, but he eventually evens out. “Listen. You did not hear this from me.” Ashton says looking over his shoulders. “Despite how slow he moves or how guarded (Y/n) appears, I know deep down he wants you. I don’t know if his longing outweighs yours, I don’t think there’s a person alive who yearns more than you.” Ashton teases. “But I do know he’s never given any man the time of day. It’s always excuse after excuse, he’s focusing on his music, he doesn’t have the time with touring, the list goes on and on.” Ashton says with a hearty laugh. “But (Y/n) is doing things with you, and doing things for you, that I never thought I’d ever seen him do.” Ashton reveals. “I know it’s awkward. I know how much the shame of telling an omega you want to court and mate that you entered a rut because of them burns.” Ashton says wistfully. “I know having hard conversations sucks…but (Y/n) is different, you know he is. He won’t judge you. And I know you know that.” Ashton says strongly. “Is what you’re actually worried about, what comes after the two of you define whatever you two have going on?” Ashton probes. Jacaerys’ holds Ashton’s gaze, eyebrows knit like he’s really thinking about it.

                             9:23pm

You: Hey Jacaerys, I’m still here with Angela, Ashton, and Britney. I don’t know if you want to talk to me just yet, but I’m here for you. I promise I’m not mad or upset, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.

Read: 12:56am 

Jacaerys kept reading the message from his Notification Center, before accidentally tapping it. He panicked, before sighing deeply, now that it was open he had no choice but to respond. He kept typing out a response but nothing was satisfying him. Nothing he wrote could express what he actually felt, what he wanted to do, what he wanted from you. He hesitated before calling you. The line rang and rang and rang, before you picked up, Jacaerys’ heart swelled. “Hmm…hello?” You said sleepily. Jacaerys mouth felt dry, the words caught in his throat, he just kept breathing. “Mmmm…hello?” You said still entranced by the sleep he woke you up from. Jacaerys still couldn’t find the words he wanted. I’m sorry, Please don’t hate me, I don’t want to be alone, all of it played on the tip of his tongue, and yet impossibly heavy. “….Jace?” You sighed dreamily, the sound went straight to Jacaerys’ core. He knew instantly it was one he wanted to hear constantly. That he wanted to hear it every morning, and each night when he came to bed after you’d already fallen asleep. “I don’t want to be alone right now…” Jacaerys chokes up, but manages to get it out. Jacaerys heard movement on your end. “I’ll be right up.” You said more lucidly. 

Jacaerys paced back and forth, but kept finding himself lingering by the door. He didn’t know if you had your keycard, but on the off chance you didn’t, he didn’t want to keep you waiting. As the minutes mounted, he started to worry. He kept pacing back and forth, the door opening barely audible over his spiraling. “What if (Y/n) changed his mind? What if he realizes I can’t change? What if Ashton told him about the one sided bond?” Jacaerys was upsetting himself and his scent reflected that. He wasn’t facing the door, his hands threaded into his hair, gripping like he was about to pull. Before he could do so, he felt two arms wrap around his abdomen. Your scent swelled, and the change was instant. His hands relaxed, slowly falling to his side, his phosphorus scent slowly turning back into the musk and spice it’s known for. “It’s okay Jacaerys. You’re okay. I’m okay. We’re here together.” You whisper, arms pulling him closer. You can feel Jacaerys tremble, you can hear his sniffling like it’s on a loudspeaker. His hands shake, slowly moving towards yours. They flinch as they hover above yours, like touching you would break something, or make him realize he’s hallucinating.  

His hand finally rests on yours and a sob rips from his throat. “Can you turn around?” You ask softly, cheek nuzzling into his back, scenting him. Jacaerys doesn’t answer, but you feel him shifting around. When he’s facing you, you move closer, hugging him tightly, like you know he’s close to the edge and you’re trying to ground him. He keeps looking down, unable to meet your eyes. He feels your hand leave his back and reach for his face. The soft pads of your thumb gingerly goes to wipe away his tears. “I wasn’t sure if you ate so I brought you some snacks.” You whispered, your thumb still gently caressing his cheek and wiping the tears as they fall. “Are you hungry?” You whisper. Jacaerys shakes his head, his eyes flicking up to yours every now and then. “Okay.” You whisper, before sitting on the bed and pulling him in between your legs. “If I get into bed will you join me?” You whisper looking into his eyes. Jacaerys panics, he wants to, but he can’t trust himself. What if his rut comes in again? What if he can’t control himself this time? What if he scares you? What if- “Jace…” you said longingly, the unspoken love shining through, “I trust you.” You softly stress, cutting through his insecurity. 

Jacaerys nods, timidly meeting your eyes. You scoot up further into the bed, before patting the empty space next to you. Jacaerys kicks off his shoes, climbing into bed and dragging his body forward on his knees. He lays down next to you, a small amount of space between the two of you. Your hand reaches over cupping his face, his eyes meet yours, as they do you smile at him. “If I want you closer, can I pull you in?” You ask warmly. “Yeah.” Jacaerys says hoarsely. Your arm snakes underneath the alpha, pulling him in and resting his head against your chest. Your other hand starts to play with his hair, pushing it behind his ear. His face scrunches up, like he’s holding back all the sobbing, all the emotions he never let himself feel in the aftermath of what he’d done to you. “What’s going on in that head of yours Jace?” You whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “If you let me in, I might be able to help, or even just listen to you.” You whisper, your lips moving against his forehead. Jacaerys sobs, his tears renewed. One of his hands pulls you closer, the other fists at your shirt, like he’s holding on to the world. 

“Shhh, it’s okay Jace, I’m here for you. Let it out.” You whisper, pulling him in even closer, as if it was possible, but you feel him melt against your side. He thinks he’s gross, the way his tears and snots get on you, but when he sneaks a glance you seem unbothered, undisturbed even as he sees your shirt starting to stick to your skin. “I’m-“ a sob breaks up his words, “I’m sorry-“ he hiccups, “I’m sorry for getting my rut.” He manages to get out. “You have nothing to apologize for Jace.” You whisper, holding him, rubbing his back through his cries and wails till they ebb away into sniffles and hiccups every now and then. “Did you…” Jacaerys looks up to you, his eyes timidly holding your gaze, “did you mean what you said?” He softly asks. You can see how badly he needs to hear you. How much he’s dying for reassurance in spite of the world, or his mind trying to convince him of the opposite. “Of course I did.” You affirm, playing with his earlobe. “But what if I hurt you again?” He says voice trembling. “What if I get my rut again, and I can’t control myself?” He starts to spiral. “What if it doesn’t matter how much I change for you?” He says panicked. “What if I can’t ever be the alpha and man you deserve?” He says scared, nervous, full of anxious desire, tepid resignation, as though actually speaking these concerns would seal his fate and prove he can’t ever be who you need him to be. 

You pull away slightly, and lower yourself to rest your forehead against his. “I trust you Jace. I know even if your rut does come back, you would never hurt me.” You whisper, your warm breath ghosting his lips. You pause, staring intently into his eyes. “Do I need to be perfect for you to still want me? To still want this?” You ask softly. “No!” Jacaerys nearly shouts, before calming down, his hands shake as they go to cup your face, but the contact calms him, stills his nerves. “You don’t need to be perfect. I love you, even with whatever blemishes or imperfections you think you have.” He says passionately. “Even with the scars I left you,” he says voice dripping with regret, “I love you because of it all, not in spite of it.” He affirms. “Exactly.” You say with a kind smile that speaks volumes, informs him of everything you feel and haven’t said yet. “I don’t need you to be perfect.” You say kissing his eyelids. “What matters is that you try. That you keep showing up. That you keep choosing me, choosing us, even when things get hard. Even when you feel like you’re spiraling,” you pause, taking a shaky breath, “I think I understand—maybe a bit better than most—how you might feel, given our history together.” You breathlessly giggle. “But as long as we pause, take our time, reconnect, and move forward together, I think we can get through almost anything.” You whisper with teary eyes. 

Jacaerys’ breathing catches in his throat, he knows he doesn’t deserve you. But knowing that you want him, that you’re willing to try to move past the hurt, holds him together, it heals the wounds on his heart. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you…” Jacaerys whispers leaning in, “and I know I’ve done things to be undeserving of you…” Jacaerys says regretfully. “But I can do that, I want to do that for you, for us.” He says strongly, leaning down to place a soft, feathery kiss right on your lips. “I can too, I want to, too.” You giggle kissing him back. “God…” Jacaerys laughs breathily, “am I bad at this? Are we bad at this?” He asks. “Oh god we’re sooo bad at this.” You laughed. You sigh softly. “No I don’t think we’re bad at this, I think we’re getting better. Ya’know, learning about each other, and what we need from each other.” You whisper. “I think you’re right.” Jacaerys says with a lovesick smile. “Oh and uhm if it makes you feel better about your rut…” you start, but bury your face in his chest. 

“Oh no sorry (Y/n), you can’t just start saying that and then stop.” Jacaerys laughs. “You gotta finish.” He adds. “I haven’t ever been positively? affected by alpha pheromones, since that day.” You start, drawing circles on his chest. “Come’on don’t keep me in the dark, stop stalling.” Jacaerys coos. “Uhm but when you got out of the shower this morning… I…” you bury your face in his chest again, the last words muffled. “You what?” Jacaerys asked teasing. “I slicked.” You say softly. “I haven’t done that before, for anyone. I was around an alpha once. He was in his rut, and even then I didn’t react. But this morning seeing you like that made feel…things.” You whisper. “Really?” Jacaerys says awestruck. “Yeah.” You say softly. “I don’t know that I’m ready for anything physical yet, but I want that. Someday. And I want it with you.” You whisper. “I can wait. No matter how long it takes. Even if it never happens, I don’t care I want you even if this never gets physical.” Jacaerys responds, staring into your eyes. 

You meet his gaze, equally lost in him as he is you. He watches as that thread breaks before you look like you’ve got something on your mind. “So you remember how you said I could ask you anything? And you’d be honest no matter what?” You shyly say. “I do. But don’t worry, I’ll be open and honest about everything you ask. Not just one thing.” Jacaerys responds softly, hand gently threading through your hair. You smile at his devotion. “Have you ever…had sex with anyone?” You ask softly. Jacaerys takes a deep breath. “No but I’ve tried.” He admits. “After that football game, Alison took me to her house. She had on lingerie, she was doing everything to get me in the mood…” Jacaerys pauses, “but nothing worked. I couldn’t get hard.” Jacaerys giggles. “Then after therapy my therapist suggested I try hooking up with someone, and I did.” He reveals. “I only went back to his dorm, because…” Jacaerys can feel the blush spreading across his face, “he looked like you. But I guess my body knew, that he wasn’t you.” He says softly. You nod taking in the information. 

“What did Alison have that made you choose her?” You quietly ask, your fingers tapping against his chest. “Honestly…nothing. I chose her because I thought that’s what I had to do.” Jacaerys says sadly. “I thought to be a real alpha, I was already quarterback, I just needed the hot omega girlfriend…not an omega boyfriend, and I don’t know when I saw her she fit the bill.” Jacaerys says ashamed. “I never felt anything for her. I think at some points I saw her as a friend…but other times as an obligation.” Jacaerys recounts. “I took her out on dates, did the couple things I saw others do, but my heart wasn’t in any of it, because I never wanted to do them with her.” He admits. “I think she realized it, and maybe I should’ve listened to her then, but it was hard. To be told I could have the two things I wanted most, being in the NFL and you, after years of being told I couldn’t have both, I needed to pick one or the other, I don’t know, I didn’t believe her.” Jacaerys says bitterly. “She asked me that night, if I didn’t have to live the life others expected of me, if I would be with her, then and there in that moment, and I couldn’t bring myself to say it to her face, but the answer was no.” Jacaerys says gingerly, shame tinged at the edges of his words.

You nod slowly, the heavy warmth of his truth sinking in. “I’m sorry you had to carry that for so long by yourself.” You softly say, leaning on him. Jacaerys breath catches in his throat. He didn’t know he wanted to hear someone tell him he shouldn’t have gone through that, that he didn’t deserve that treatment. He thought knowing it, and acknowledging it in therapy was enough. But hearing it fall from your mouth, so sweetly, with such heavy meaning, it makes him melt. He pauses for a second taking a shuddering breath. His fingers caress your shoulder. “Can I ask you the same?” Jacaerys whispered. “Nope. You can’t, I didn’t make any promises.” You tease. “Oh that’s how you’re gonna be huh?” Jacaerys says with a smirk. “Let’s see if can get you to change that tune.” Jacaerys’ words laced thickly with warning. In an instant Jacaerys’ nimble fingers tickle you, featherlight as he makes you squirm and belly laugh. “Come’on (Y/n) this can stop, just answer my question.” He coos. “Okay!” You giggle pushing his hand away. “I’ll answer.” You say chuckling. “I’ve never dated or tried to hook up with someone else.” You revealed. “It’s not like I didn’t have suitors, let’s be clear.” You laughed. “Oh I know it couldn’t possibly be that.” Jacaerys chortles. “But none of them ever woo’d me like that. None of their scents ever felt alluring, not like yours.” You admit softly. “I think subconsciously I kept comparing them to you, and finding ways to justify my disinterest that didn’t lead back to you, but mentally it always did.” You say with a breathy laugh. “They weren’t funny like you, they weren’t tall like you, they weren’t built like you, they didn’t know me like you did.” You say sadly. 

“But I was also afraid.” You say hurt. “If you could humiliate me like that, cut me to my core, how would I do with some else?” You shakily admit. “If my best friend could hurt me like that, like I meant nothing, I couldn’t expect better. It was a mix of things. Of them not being you or anywhere near, and fear of being hurt, even worse by the next person I could bring myself to trust.” You shut your eyes, tears escaping. “I’m so sorry (Y/n).” Jacaerys whispers, holding you tightly and letting his calming scent wash over you. “It almost broke me…I was lower than I’d ever been before.” You revealed. “I thought I was wrong, that I was broken, that I was cursed. I thought you saw something in me that made me deserve it all.” You shakily say. “That nothing I could ever do or accomplish would make someone like you ever want, ever choose  someone like me.” Your tears cascade down your face. “I’m not holding it against you.” You inform him immediately. “You know that right?” You ask cupping his face. “I know. I’m sorry I treated you so harshly, I’m sorry I hurt you so deeply, when all you ever did was love me.” Jacaerys apologizes again, his tears joining yours. “I know you are. You’re here now, and I can see you’re trying. It’s not for nothing because I’m trying too.” You whisper wiping his tear away.

Something shifted, the air, the tension, this situationship? Relationship? Whatever it’s called, or considered feels lighter. Feels more fulfilling, like the hidden wounds, the hidden hurt, have been brought out in the sun for the first time. Being washed over with sunlight, letting them breathe, letting them start to heal. Your scents mingle, neither overpowering the other, combining in an equal mix that soothes and relaxes the two of you. You subconsciously start purring, your chest vibrating against Jacaerys’. He responds with deep crooning, an everlasting apology and promise. All the pain he’d cause you, he’d eclipse with all the good things he should’ve given you back then, with all the love he should’ve let himself feel and express for you. You melt into his side, leg draped over his, like you’re staking your claim fully, and he’s letting you. “Can I try something?” Jacaerys asks shyly. “Sure.” You whisper. Jacaerys moves around, letting his body rest atop yours. He can feel your breathing hitch, your heart beat increasing. He leans down, his lips almost touching yours. “Hit my shoulder when you want to stop.” He whispers as he kisses you deeply. Your eyes flutter shut, from the feeling. It’s not hungry, but insistent, dominating, but not overpowering. Your eyes shoot open when you feel his tongue swipe across your top lip. You gasp when he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth, he takes his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. It’s clumsy, it’s testing the waters, it’s exploratory as he tries to find what makes you tick, and you respond in equal parts, just as curious. You squeeze his shoulder feeling your lower part throb and slowly come to life. He stops resting his forehead against yours, a string of drool connecting your lips to his. “Too much?” He says breathlessly. “Not at all…just getting too worked up.” You respond just as breathy. Jacaerys hums staring at you with hungry eyes. “Okay.” He says with a smile. “Let’s sleep then?” He softly suggests. “Yeah, it’s getting late.” You say sweetly. Jacaerys nods, before wordlessly moving next to you. He stretches his arm under your head, offering his bicep as a pillow. His other arm pulls you closer before he rests it on your waist. “Goodnight (Y/n).” He whispers with kiss to the back of your head. You hum, already falling asleep from the warm feeling of contentment.

The soft snores, and sleepy mumbles as the sunlight filters through the curtains and lands straight onto Jacaerys face, goes to straight to his head as he wakes up. When he looks down at you, his bicep wet with your drool, he can’t help but sigh dreamily at how domestic this seems. “Soon enough, I’ll have this sight every morning.” Jacaerys thinks with a smile, as he nuzzles his face into the back of your head. He kisses the nape of your neck, before closing his eyes and trying to fallback asleep. It’s a few hours later when your eyes flutter open, the moment you move Jacaerys feels it. “Morning (Y/n).” He says groggily, his voice husky, sleep still thick in his movements. “Morning Jace.” You say turning around to face him. “You like lookin at my face?” He teases, one eye barely opened watching you. “Pssssh as if.” You taunt. “Oh please, come on what about this handsome, charming face could be off putting?” He counters, pulling you up, and burying his face in your neck. “Which one of us is walking in NY fashion week?” You giggle, feeling him blowing raspberries in between the kisses he’s leaving. “I guess you got a point.” He smirks against your neck. 

“Do you think they’re up yet?” You ask head resting on Jacaerys chest. “Probably. You want me to text them? We can get brunch or something, I kinda owe Ashton big time.” Jacaerys says candidly. “Oh if it’s for the shot don’t worry about that.” You say happily. “No he gave me the push I needed to be open and honest with you.” Jacaerys says with a warm smile. “O-oh.” You stutter, feeling heat climb to your face. “Well I don’t know if one brunch will cover it.” You say laughing and burying your face into Jacaerys chest. “Then I’ll pay for dinner, dessert, snacks, late night meals, you name it.” Jacaerys coos. “Stooop.” You giggle putting a hand to his mouth. You see him get a wicked glint in his eye. “You better not.” You say narrowing your eyes. Before you can pull back it’s too late, you can feel his tongue dragging a wide stripe against the palm of your hand. “Ew! You’re so gross!” You laughed, dragging your hand down his face. “Oh I’m gross today, but yesterday when I had it down your throat that was fine?” Jacaerys fires back eyebrow raised. “That’s different!” You sputter as he laughs. 

“Shoot them a text, tell them to get ready. I’m gonna hop in the shower.” You say heading to the bathroom. “Oh- and tell them to give their keycards to Ashely. We’re heading to London from here.” You say from the crack in the door, before shutting it again. Jacaerys smiles before flopping back down in bed phone in hand. He immediately, swipes up and taps Ashton’s thread. 

                               11:24am

Jacaerys: Hey are you guys up? Let’s all go to brunch. Don’t bother bringing wallets it’s on me today. Also (Y/n) said to give your keycards to Ashley, we’re heading to London from here.

Read: 11:24am

Ashton: Hey! Yeah we’re up. We’ll get ready now thanks for the heads up Jacaerys!

Ashton: By the way, how’d things work out for the two of you? 😏

Read: 11:26pm 

Jacaerys: Honestly? I think we’re already a couple. I’ll ask him to make sure we’re on the same page though. I can’t thank you enough man, I don’t know if I’d have been able to do all that without your push. 

Read: 11:28am 

Ashton: S’what I do Jacey. Happy to hear it’s working out for you.

Ashton: By the way don’t forget your promise. If you hurt him I will take you out back like Old Yeller. 🔫

Read: 11:30am 

Jacaerys: I’d never dream of it. I already fucked up big time, and he forgave me. Never making that mistake again. 

Read: 11:31am 

Jacaerys locked his phone and avoided meeting your gaze as you got out of the bathroom. “Have a nice shower?” Jacaerys asks, eyes still trained on the floor. “Yeah~” you sigh dreamily. “It’s all yours Jace.” You say as you dry your hair. “Thanks love, won’t be long.” He says cupping your cheek, and going into the bathroom. 

Jacaerys hops in the shower, scrubbing any troubles away. The closer you and him get to defining this, closer to calling him yours, closer to calling his, the past seems further and further away, the shame bubbles up less, and feels even less powerful with each second longer he spends in your presence by your side. He shuts off water, before grabbing his bathrobe and heading out. His eyes widen when he sees you. “What do ya think?” You say playfully twirling again. You’re in a brown hoodie, a black bomber jacket, skinny jeans, with some sneakers on. He can faintly see the Cartier bracelet on your wrist. When he looks to your fingers devoid of any jewelry, he’s already trying to picture what kind of ring, besides engagement, would look good on your fingers. It’s a losing battle because really, he thinks anything would look on your fingers, maybe they look best when interwoven with his? Regardless he knows he’s gonna plant a diamond on one of them soon enough. “I don’t have enough words to express how good you look. I’m gonna take so many photos of you when you’re not looking.” He says softly. “What should I wear today?” He asks looking at the unopened bags he has from the last haul you got him. 

“Do you wanna pick? Or want me to pick?” You ask excitedly. “Why don’t you pick for me? I like it when you dress me.” He says warmly. “Okay!” You say excitedly, rushing to look through the bags you’ve gotten him. You grab two Tom Ford bags, another Balmain bag, a Saint Laurent bag, and a Cartier bag. “Here go put these on! I can’t wait to see how you look.” You say giddily. Jacaerys takes all five bags trying not to think too hard about how much this must’ve cost you, and heads to the bathroom to change. As soon as the door closes, he opens the Tom Ford bags, pulling a black crewneck sweater from one and a dark brown leather overcoat. He opens the Balmainbag and pulls out slim fit black jeans, they’re sort of distressed. “People pay for damaged jeans?” Jacaerys wonders as he puts them on. It’s still a shock when they fit him perfectly, and accentuate his form. He opens the Saint Laurent bag, and pulls out a sleek pair of black high-top sneakers. He slips them on trying not to crease or stain them. He puts on the black crewneck and jacket, before turning his attention to the Cartier bag. When he opens it he finds a Cartier Santos watch. He turns it over in his hands astounded, before fastening it to his wrist. He stares at himself in the mirror in awe at how well you’re able to dress him. He steps out confidently from the bathroom, clearing his throat when he sees you’re on your phone. 

You look up, and the moment your eyes meet his, they brighten. Your mouth drops open as you take him in. “Oh my god I’ve really outdone myself.” You say with a giggle, walking over and taking one of his hands. “Do a twirl for us?” You ask, leading him through the motion. “You look so good.” You say softly. “Thank you (Y/n).” Jacaerys whispers. “Oh! before I forget, here.” You pull out a dark brown beanie. When Jacaerys reaches for it, you pull back, pouting. He smirks, before lowering his head. He can see your lips curl into a smile, as you gingerly put the beanie on him. “You look perfect!” You squeal. Jacaerys’ nose twitches as he tries to gauge if you scented anything he’s wearing right, now quirking his head and giving you puppy eyes, when he can’t smell you on him. “I couldn’t exactly scent your beanie could I?” You tease. “Besides,” you whisper coming closer, “I could always just scent you, if you want? If you’ll let me?” You say softly hand resting on his chest. You feel him tense, before relaxing, his scent reflecting the pride and joy he feels. “Only if I can scent you in return.” Jacaerys whispers. 

Jacaerys feels his heart filling to its brim, as your smile gets wider. “I think that’s a fair exchange.” You coyly say, approaching him. Your hands cradle his head, pulling him low. You lean in pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, before rubbing your scent gland against his cheek. Jacaerys doesn’t miss how you don’t stop until you’re sure he’s thoroughly covered. When you’re done you look up at him, smiling, waiting, expectant. He giggles, before doing the same to you, smearing his scent all over you, really trying to get it to sink in, let everyone know even if it’s not official yet you’re his. When he pulls back, he leans down, resting his forehead against yours. “This is everything I’d ever hoped for and wanted.” He says shakily, his hand trembling as he weaves his fingers together with yours. “Same.” You shyly say. “Uhm-“ You pause, “I’m not asking because I don’t trust you.” You say staring into his eyes. “I want you to be in control of your public image, we’re both gonna be in the public eye and get a lot of shit.” You giggle tiredly. “From the media, from random assholes hiding behind accounts, I want you to be fully informed.” You say softly. “I appreciate you looking out for me.” Jacaerys whispers. “So….” You pause again biting your lip, “if I, say, wanted to…” your eyes drift up to his before darting down again, “hold your hand in public…” you pause letting the words sink in, “and I mean in public, not like last time, where I slipped my hand into your jacket pocket…” you clarify with a giggle, “would you let me?” You whisper. “Yes. A thousand times yes, I would.” Jacaerys affirms kissing your forehead, you can feel his smile stretching as he pepper kisses all over your face. You can feel your heart trying to beat out of your chest, the way he says ‘yes’ like it’s the only thing he ever wants, like it’s the only honest thing that could come out of his mouth. 

Jacaerys is pulling you closer into him, and you’re letting him, melting into his embrace. The sweetness is interrupted, just momentarily on hold, by a knocking at the door. “That’s probably them.” You say sweetly, struggling to peel away from Jacaerys. “Yeah. Let me grab my wallet.” Jacaerys says, finger under your chin, tilting your head up. He doesn’t lean in, just rakes over your face with his loving eyes, before cupping your cheek and moving. You clear your throat, before going and opening the door. “Morning! How’d you guys sleep?” You ask as they all pile in. “Good, good, can’t complain. Can’t wait to be in London though.” Angela says. “I couldn’t get much sleep, I was up all night scrolling through TikTok.” Britney says with a yawn. “I was out like a light, got sooooo much sleep last night.” Ashton chirps, sticking his tongue out at Britney. His nose twitches, he looks over to you, taking a step closer, this time stand your ground, more sure of where you and Jacaerys stand, and where you want to end up. He sniffs the air looking you up and down, before looking over to Jacaerys, his nose twitching again, before looking him up and down. “S’not enough to smell like each other, y’all also have color coordinated outfits?” Ashton laughs. “Don’t be a hater Ashton.” Jacaerys teases. 

“Could never be that.” Ashton chortles. “Alright, you guys ready?” Jacaerys checks in. “I did some research, so I have a few places we could go to, unless you all have a suggestion?” He asks, looking around. “I’m good with whatever.” Angela says, sitting on the bed, leaning back on the palm of her hands. “Yeah same, as long as it’s not some beans-on-toast breakfast place.” Britney giggles. “Yeah god please not that Jace.” You shudder. Ashton raises an eyebrow. “Jace?” He says, grinning. “Yes Jace. That’s the nickname he gave me.” Jacaerys says proudly. “I’m pretty sure your mom gave you that one.” You chortle. “Maybe, but I like it most when you say it.” Jacaerys says proudly. “Get a rooooom.” Angela groans, with a smile. “Alright we’re gonna head to this little brunch spot in London then.” Jacaerys says looking at his phone. “It’s by the next hotel too, so we can check in after and do some last minute sight seeing before (Y/n)’s next concert.” Jacaerys elaborates. “Sounds like a plan I’ll get the Uber.” You say pulling out your phone. His hand immediately covers the screen, pushing your phone down. “No need. I already took care of it. Should be here in a few minutes, we should head down now.” He says looking at his watch. “He even got you a Cartierwatch?” Britney says in awe. “I thought you’d be over the moon. That’s one of his favorite jewelry brands, it’s almost like an engagement ring—watch?” Ashton adds. “And on that note I’m heading down! I’m starting the elevator with or without you guys!” You blurt out rushing out of the room. 

You sprint down the hall, hearing another set of foot steps behind you. You make it to the elevator, tapping the button, getting in as the doors open, but before the doors can fully close, and arm drops between them, making them open again. “Gonna have to run much, much, faster to get away from me.” Jacaerys whispers, walking towards you, making you back up into the wall and caging you in. “Oh yeah?” You giggle breathlessly. “Yeah.” He says tapping the ground floor button, ignoring the fact that Ashton, Angela, and  Britney are not on the elevator with you two. 

“Uh- should we tell them they’re leaving us?” Angela says with disbelief. “Nah, let’em have that elevator ride to themselves.” Ashton chortles. “Next one’s already on its way up.” He adds, leaning against the wall. “Jacaerys really loves him, huh?” Britney says quietly. “Oh he’s so whipped, such a simp…” Angela says breathlessly. “It’s what he deserves though, and Jacaerys does seem like he’s changed right?” Angela adds. “Oh yeah, like night and day, between who (Y/n) told  us Jacaerys was when they fell out, verse now.” Britney chimes in. “And I mean, we’ll make sure if he does hurt (Y/n), that it’s the last thing he ever does.” Ashton says with a teasing edge, that betrays the deep sincerity it carries. 

“So is this why you ran?” Jacaerys whispers, his hot breath fanning your neck. “So we’d have this loooong elevator ride to ourselves?” He coos. “No, well I mean, I’m not complaining.” You giggle. “But Britney exposed me!” You shudder and squeal, feeling Jacaerys’ teeth lightly nibble on your neck. “What was I suppose to do?” You say breathlessly, hand pushing Jacaerys’ face away. “An engagement watch huh?” He says with a smile, holding his wrist up, taking it in as the accessory shines in the light. “Was she lying?” Jacaerys asks softly. “No…but think of it as more of a…promise? watch.” You say shyly, a small smile stretching across your lips. 

“I can work with that.” He whispers looking down to meet your eyes. “If you catch me rummaging through your jewelry later, mind your business.” Jacaerys teases, flicking your nose. You try to hide your excitement, but it’s clear, by the look on your face, the way you scent sweetens, Jacaerys would know regardless, he knows it intuitively. Jacaerys pulls away as the elevator dings and the doors open. Jacaerys takes your hand as the two of you wordless get out. Jacaerys keeps looking around, his grip swapping from featherlight to tight. “You don’t have to hold my hand if you’re still nervous about it.” You whisper softly, with a smile. “We can work on it.” you warmly whisper, slowly pulling your hand away. His grip tightens, keeping your hand firmly against his. “I want to. I’m just…” he pauses, you can see him shaking, “I’m nervous. I’m still…” you can see his Adam’s apple bob, “scared of what people are gonna say, scared of how I’m going to react if or when I get in my head about it.” He sighs, his fingers tapping against the back of your palm like the rhythm soothes him. “I don’t want to disappoint you…” he shakily exhales. “You won’t. Not as long as you keep trying.” You whisper. “If it gets to be too much, just let me know if you’re overwhelmed and want to pull away.” You smile up at him. He blinks away the tears welling in, he can’t believe the grace you’re extending him. He slowly nods, before gripping your hand twice, keeping your hand in his. 

The two of you wordlessly stand together, hand in hand. Every now and then, you run your thumb across his knuckles hoping the action soothes him. The elevator dings again, and Ashton, Angela, and Britney walk out. “There you two lovebirds are.” Ashton coos, coming up to you two. “Did we keep you waiting long?” Britney asks. “Uh that wasn’t our fault Brit.” Angela snickers. “Yeah, sorry. That’s my bad.” You sheepishly say. Before Jacaerys can speak his phone dings. “Uber’s here.” He says looking at his phone. “Let’s go?” He smiles brightly, the two of you walking step in step. You all pile into the Uber, you and Jacaerys sitting next to each other. You stare out the window, occasionally looking to Jacaerys. “Hey, (Y/n), I’ve been meaning to ask…” Jacaerys starts, you look to him, you can feel yourself falling deeper into the budding reconnection. “Why doesn’t Ashley join us?” He asks curiously. “I always shoot her invites, so do they,” you motion to your friends, “but she doesn’t accept. I think she said once something about not wanting to blur the line between professional and personal?” You say thinking. “But she does some times come out with us.” You add. “So is she just sitting alone in her room doing errands or tasks for you?” He asks eyebrow raised. “Oh god no what kind of boss do you take me for?” You chortle. “I pay for her to bring a friend or two. Sometimes she’ll pay for them, I just put it back in her check. She does go out and about with them though.” You reveal. 

“Oh wow, you’re really something you know that?” Jacaerys says in awe. “Thank you Jace.” You coo. “So excursions and all that she goes on, she foots the bill?” He asks again. “No, I mean she tries, I’ve had to message travel agencies across California to have my card on file in case she calls so it gets paid for.” You giggle. “She’s amazing at what she does, I’m really glad I poached her from my mom’s company.” You laugh. Jacaerys gasps, dramatic and scandalized. “You poached her from your mother?” He says shocked. “And what about it?” You snicker. “No she was, like, I guess the stage hand? Or more accurately my handler for my live performance there.” You recall. “She was on top of everything. I ran into her at a coffee shop I think a week or two after when she was on an errand, and I just broached the topic. ‘Hey, I was really impressed with how you worked that day. If I wanted you to come work for me, what would it take?’ And I mean the rest is history.” You recounted. “And she accepted?” Jacaerys asks. “Oh yeah. She asked for something like 90k and three weeks vacation, I think?” You try remembering. “I gave her more though. A nice sign on bonus, I pay her 120k flat, more if she’s needed, I gave her unlimited vacation days, on the condition she can provide someone just as competent for the day, if I really��need her.” You expound. 

Jacaerys nods taking it all in. “He gets his business savvy from his mom.” Ashton adds with a laugh. Jacaerys’ chortle makes the whole car burst into laughter. “Speak of his mom, how do you guys think it’s gonna go when she sees we’re hanging again?” Jacaerys giggles, but slowly stops as he realizes no one else is laughing anymore. He looks around, but you, Britney, and Angela avoid his gaze. Although, you keep rubbing his hand, it helps a bit, as his nerves mount. “It can’t be that bad right?” Jacaerys says sheepishly, a nervous chuckle leaving his mouth. “Listen Jacaerys…” Ashton says wincing, and taking a breath, “I’m not really rocked or scared by most things…” he pauses, eyes darting to meet Jacaerys’, before darting away, “but she terrifies me, and she loves me. I don’t know how it’s gonna go, but just be yourself, and grovel.” Ashton says uneasy. “A lot. Get on your knees, hands clasped together like you’re praying at her alter and that might make things go smoother.” He adds, shaking his head. “Well when she finds out I love you, she might soften.” You whisper into Jacaerys’ ear. “You what?” He says softly, but awestruck. Your eyes widen, you can feel heat rushing to your face. “Well when she finds out I like you, she might soften.” You whisper abruptly, turning away. Jacaerys leaned down, pressing his face into the back of your head. You can feel him smiling. “I like you too.” He whispers, it sends a shiver down your spine. 

You playfully push his face back, but leave your hand on his thigh. He puts his hand on yours, to him in this quiet Uber ride, as it zips along the highway, it’s like the rest of the world falls away. Like nothing else matters, like nothing can touch him, nothing can remind him of his past, and nothing will stop the future he’s trying to craft with you. Jacaerys barely feels the car, only reacting when you pull away. “We’re here Jace.” You say with a smile, as you scoot over to get out of the car. “Yeah, we are.” He says with a smile, despite the confusion on your face. He opens the door, taking your hand in his. The two of you stand to the side waiting for your friends to come out, before heading into the brunch place. “Good morning, I have a reservation.” Jacaerys says kindly. “Good morning, under Mr. Velaryon correct?” The host asks. “Yes, that’s right.” Jacaerys affirms. “Great! Right this way.” The host says grabbing five menus, and leading them to a private section. “Here you guys are. The waiter will be right with you.” He says, taking his leave. Jacaerys goes over to where you’re about to sit, and smacks your hand away, before pulling your chair out for you. “Why thank you, Jacaerys.” You coo, kissing the back of his hand. He takes his seat next to you, looking away as his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, while your friends, though happy, are forced to watch his attempts to court you, knowing you’re already his. 

The rest of brunch went off without a hitch. Jacaerys couldn’t help but smile throughout the whole thing, with your hand on his thigh, drawing shapes, tapping against his muscle, and simply resting on it. The same could be said for the rest of your European leg tour. Going from London, to Manchester, Birmingham, and ending in Glasgow. Then heading to Dublin. Jacaerys snapped tons of photos of you in Dublin Castle, he thought you were royalty at some point in your life with how well you seem to fit. Of course you snapped some with all of you, some with just your friends, and some with just Jacaerys. Then taking Paris by storm, doing a show in Berlin, then Cologne, another in Amsterdam, a smaller one in Brussels. You and Jacaerys took a lot of time alone sightseeing and exploring in between your concerts in Madrid and Barcelona. Then heading to Milan, Jacaerys swears his arms were going to fall off with how many bags he end up carrying for you. 

He thought your card would flag as being stolen, or fraud with how much you used it. But no, he got no reprieve as you spent and spent and spent. How could he complain though when you were buying things for the both of you? For Ashton, Angela, Ashley, and Britney? How could he complain about all the bags when he refused to let you carry a single one, or have someone else carry them for you? And honestly, wasn’t this how he kept proving he was the best and only alpha for you? He would never admit it, but he let out the biggest sigh of relief when your concert ended and you all headed to Rome, another concert down, and Jacaerys could see the end coming up, no matter how much he wishes this tour would never end, no matter how much he wished he could stay by your side. He watched in awe as you owned the stage, again and again, over and over, he never got bored. Seeing your graceful movements as you made your way across stage, witnessing how you commanded whole stadiums and arenas, the way you captivated your fans, was something reverent. And getting to end the night with you in his arms, or sometimes him in your arms, was magical. 

Even as the two of you packed up and headed to the airport. Jacaerys needed convincing to get on his plane back to his team, for training camp. Even then he only got on because you promised you’d go to his games when you could. Those words breathed life into him, reminded him he still had a life to live. Even if he’d have been beyond happy as your groupie, chasing you from tour stop to tour stop, he had commitments, and he had a dream that you wouldn’t let him give up on. Those weeks training before his first big major game felt like hell. He had been doing regular gym sessions, sometimes with you on his back as additional weight, sometimes forcing him to push himself to the limits with promises of kisses, but that all seemed so easy compared to doing it by himself, no prize to work towards. That is until Cregane reminded him you’d be at the game, and if losing was something he wanted to show you. After that it was like someone had replaced his batteries, he was putting up numbers that easily eclipsed his prior personal bests. 

Before he even realized it, the day came. As he sat in the locker room, waiting to be called out with his team, he fiddled with his phone. 

                            4:56pm

You: I’m on my way! Omg I haven’t seen your parents or Joffrey in forever…

You: I hope they don’t hate me 😭

Read: 4:56pm 

Jacaerys: they won’t! I swear! All I’ve done is talk their heads off about how amazing you are. I promise! 

Jacaerys: also they’re big fans, so expect a to sign a few autographs and maybe hand out a few backstages passes to your concerts when you tour again. 😜

Read: 4:57pm 

You: as long as they don’t hate me!! 

You: also they should’ve already gotten stuff from me…you did give it to them right? Cause I’m gonna ask them 😂

Read: 4:58pm

Jacaerys: no comment. Anything you gave me is mine idk what to tell you

Read: 4:59pm

You: right right, so what I’m hearing is that I’m not enough? Is that what my alpha is telling me? 😭

Read: 5:01pm 

Jacaerys: OF COURSE NOT!! Don’t say that! you’re breaking my heart 😭

Jacaerys: I’ll give them everything you gave me for them after today. 

Read: 5:03pm 

You: that’s what I thought 😘

You: good luck out there! I’ll ask around to find the VIP box. I’m rooting for you Jacaerys! ❤️❤️❤️

Read: 5:05pm

Jacaerys smiled brightly at your text, each heart made his melt. As he put his phone back in his locker, Coach Smith entered the locker room. “Alright maggots! You know the plays, I’ve drilled them into each of you the entire time!”Coach Smith started, pacing the locker room. “Today is NOT the day to fuck up! Today is the day to put it in practice!” He shouts strongly. “You’re going to get out there and eat the other team alive!” He yelled excitedly. The locker room erupted in a symphony of cheers and agreements. “Now get your helmets on and get out there!” Coach Smith demanded, kicking the doors to the field open. “Yes Coach!” The Ebon Valor players shouted as they ran out. 

“Oh god, I think they’re about to come out…” You panicked internally, as you tossed your keys to the valet. You rushed in through the private entrance. “Ah Mr. (L/n), my name is Jayne, I’ll be your liaison for today.” Jayne said professionally, extending her hand for a shake. “How was your trip here?” She asks warmly. “Hi Jayne, it’s nice to meet you.” You respond, shaking her hand, “The drive was nice, thank god for GPS I’ve never been here before.” You chuckled. “Uhm- where is the VIP box for Jacaerys Velaryon’s guest?” You asked looking around nervously at the immensity of the building. “Not to worry, I’ll escort you myself.” She says, starting her stride. “Ah, great thank you!” You say happily. The two of you walk in silence, going upstairs, taking private hallways, and coming to a more secluded private VIP box. Jayne turns, catching your confused expression. “When Jacaerys informed us you’d be coming, we moved all his guests to another VIP box, since you’re- I guess even more VIP than the other player’s guests.” She laughs. “Ah well thank you for your consideration.” You say cheerfully. She opens the door, letting you walk through, and shutting the door behind you. 

The room has a modern, sleek look. White couches, glass tables, widows that go all the way up. There’s an enormous TV in the opposite wall playing warm up and highlight reels. There’s a fully functional bar, with a bartender making drinks. Another employee waiting by another door wearing a chef’s hat. You freeze when your eyes meet Rhaenyra’s. She freezes too, her glass falling from her hand. The moment it hits the ground and shatters, the sound jolts the two you alive again. “Oh my god are you okay?” You rush over. “Yeah-“ she looks at your face, tears welling in her eyes. “You’ve grown so much…” she whispers, her hand tentatively going to your face. “I know. It’s been a while huh?” You breathily laugh, becoming just as choked up as her. “I just-“ she swallows, trying to still her breath, “I want you to know I’m sorry.” She manages to get out. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what Jacaerys did to you.” She whispers. “I kept blaming myself, I kept thinking ‘what if I had noticed the signs earlier?’, ‘what if I had noticed Jacaerys was falling in with the wrong crowd?’” she says softly. “Would the two of you have fallen in love earlier? Would the two of you have graduated together?” She chuckles. “I cannot apologize enough…the whole thing made you uproot your life from here.” She says, her thumb wiping your tears as they fall. 

You shakily exhale, releasing something you had no clue you were even carrying. “It’s okay Rhaenyra.” You whisper, taking her hand in yours. “I can’t lie it was-“ you take another deep breath, “it was hard.” Your voice cracks. “I felt a lot of things, things I wish I hadn’t, things I shouldn’t have felt. I was broken-“ your breathing catches in your throat, “by what he did.” You manage to get out. “I forgave him. And I never blamed you.” You say with a smile. “The way those men, those alphas, pander to people is insidious. They take some vulnerable people and they ruin them.” You say disgusted. “But I know it wasn’t your fault. Jacaerys told me you tried to get through to him but he shut down. You did your best right?” You say warmly. Rhaenyra’s face scrunches up, she can feel the tears of anguish, and all the ‘what ifs’ melting away. Without thinking she pulls you into a hug, sobbing against your shoulder. You don’t tense, you don’t hesitate as you wrap your arms around her, just as weepy as her. “Rhaenyra, sorry we took so long. None of us could find the bathro-“ Laenor freezes mid-sentence as her scent hits him in waves. It’s an overwhelming mix of guilt, sadness, joy, and relief. 

“(Y/-“ Laenor’s voice fails him. “Dad what’s the hold up get in already…” Joffrey’s voice ebbs away when he sees what’s going on. “Ugh can you guys move already-“ Lucerys stops dead in his track. “(Y/n)?” He manages to get out. His nonchalant attitude gets his brother and father moving. “Hey Luke, what’s new?” You ask gingerly. “Nothing much…same old same old. What about you?” He asks. “Before all that…” Laenor cuts in. “(Y/n) is that really you?” He shakily asks. “The one and only.” You answer with a small laugh. “My god how you’ve grown…” he says wistfully. “Please don’t apologize for Jacaerys.” You say with a laugh. “I know you and Rhaenyra did what you could when you found out. I’ve never blamed either of you for his actions.” You say warmly. Laenor’s eyes flood with tears, as he starts to sob. He makes his way over joining the hug. Lucerys and Joffrey wordlessly walk over and find their place in the group hug. “Thank you (Y/n). Thank you…” Laenor takes a deep breath, “for letting him prove he’s changed. For seeing the boy we raised, even when he lost sight of himself.” Laenor sobs. 

The five of you catch up, in between taking photos, signing things for them, and helping Lucerys and Joffrey flex their friendship. “Hey guys. I’m here at my big brother’s game.” Lucerys say speaking to the camera directly, before he slowly pans it over to you, sipping on a drink. “Oh and who’s this? Right next to me?” He asks feigning confusion. “Hey Luke!” You say cheerfully, “Hi Lucerys’ friends.” You say your fingers fluttering as you greet them. “Oh is that- (Y/n) (F/I/L/N)?” He asks acting surprised, and like it’s no big deal. “In the flesh.” You say coyly. Lucerys flips the camera as you walk away over to the giant window. “And there he goes trying to see if my brother’s out on the field yet. Stay toned for when (Y/n) turns from family friend to brother in law.” Lucerys sighs annoyed, before laughing as he ends the video. He’s immediately firing it off to all his friends. “Yeah no big deal, my brother at the Super Bowl is whatever.” Joffrey says into the camera on his phone. “The real event is right here.” He says as he leans back across your lap, camera aimed up at you. 

“Joff, you have to be nicer to Jacaerys!” You giggle. “This is his big day!” You protest. “Yeah, yeah, just wait till I play this at your wedding.” Joffrey says playfully dismissive, as the video ends. He’s already shot it off to his friends. When you get up, to get another drink Lucerys flanks you, leaning in closely. “Can you do a special little video for my…” he looks around making sure it’s just you and him right now. “My boyfriend.” He whispers. You smile softly, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Yeah, his name is Derrick right?” You ask softly. Lucerys nods handing you his phone. “I’ll be right back.” You singsong as you leave, shutting the door behind you as you walk a bit further down into the private hallway. You open his camera and start recording a video. “Hi Derrick!” You say brightly. “I’m (Y/n), Lucerys told me you’re a huge fan. I just wanted to tell you, he says hi, and to keep doing what you’re doing. You make him so happy, and I know he loves you.” You say softly. “Also I have some backstage passes for the both of you for my next concert.” You wink, ending the video, and heading back into the VIP box. 

As you enter, the TV that was playing the highlight reel, shifts to fanfare. You quirk your head confused at the change, but watch Rhaenyra, Laenor, Lucerys, and Joffrey rush over to the window. You run over to join them, hands pressed against the glass as your eyes dart around wildly, looking for Jacaerys. The moment you see that instantly recognizable #26 jersey your eyes soften, your pupils dilate. You don’t notice Joffrey recording your reaction. “They swear they’re sooooo secretive…if you think this is obvious just wait till you see the way my brother looks at him.” He whispers, though it’s audible in the video. One of your hands drops to your side, the other one still stuck to the glass, like a spouse waiting for their lover to return from the war. 

“If I win this game can I tell the public you’re special to me? Not that we’re official just yet, but I wanna bring you around more, and talk about you during interviews.” Jacaerys asked. “Okay, if you lose?” You tease. “Oh trust I won’t. But on the very, very, very slim chance I do, you can have me do anything you’d like.” He says equal parts scared and confident. “Oh wow…confident huh?” You tease. “Alright loverboy, if you lose…then you have to be a back up dancer at my next concert.” You say crossing your arms. “That’s so eas-“”In a leotard.” You add smugly. His face drops, his eyes widen. He hangs his head, hands on his hips laughing. “Alright a deals a deal.”

Jacaerys says strongly, extending his hand. “I think we’re past sealing promises with a handshake.” You say pushing his hand aside. “Then?” He says confused, watching as you approach and kiss him on his lips. “A deals a deal.” You giggle pulling back. 

The moment he hits the field, you see him scan the crowd and VIP boxes. To everyone else he seems inconspicuous, but to you? You know he was looking for you, and the moment he caught a glimpse, he knew the two of you made eye contact, even from this distance. The two of you smiled, blissfully unaware of the other, just assuming the other could see you. He knew he was going to win with you watching, he knew the point lead would be even bigger now that he knew he couldn’t afford to disappoint. The players lined up on the field, Jacaerys taking his spot as QB, he yells something none of you can hear. He reels back and throws the first ball of the game. The players all clash against each other. Played matched against their opposite on the other team. They’re holding each other off, neither giving the other an inch. It’s a wild mishmash to you at least, you’re sure others are following along, and Jacaerys’ family looks excited as they cheer. Before you know it, before you even realize or register it, the game’s over. 

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(forgive the YouTube link I was gonna send a Twitter link but that poor built ugly South African can’t let us have shit 😭)

https://youtube.com/shorts/9edrocz4juw?si=Z16FsrVzRARf_1xE

I feel like the blonde guy in this is kinda Jacaerys coded 😭

Lmfao! First he colonized South Africa, and then he colonized the internet!😭

OMG YES! That’s literally him, poor fella😭Jacaerys isn’t good at reading the room…like AT ALL!

(Y/n) would tell Jacaerys a metaphor like “you need to plant seeds of positivity and happiness” and somehow Jacaerys would think to himself ‘plant seeds?….does that mean I should to try and get him pregnant?’ How me manages to make those connections? Nobody knows!

He would be laying in bed, unable to sleep because he’s having late night thoughts and would text his boyfriend at 3am at fucking night with random questions, just because he felt like it.

He would ask (Y/n) when the last time he cried was and then he’d ask what color (Y/n)’s nipples are bc he lacks self control and has to ask any question that pops in his mind, and it just ruins the whole moment every time. (Y/n) just can’t catch a break no matter how much he tries😭