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https://x.com/achilleanslike/status/1888228883587055919?t=BJnKRr65at306gBHlM0m-g&s=19

This is one of my favorite Twitter gifs ever now, we need more of these

Omg yess I need thisss! This just became my new favorite gif too oml! I need to be picked up just like this!

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I’m convinced yall will say anything is Nordic braids. Box braids are NOT what Vikings wore. And there’s a difference between dreadlocks and matted tangled hair! You’re willfully being a dumbass and you are trying SO hard to feel oppressed. You can’t convince me the Vikings were walking around with a 40in bust-down braids with cornrows and box braids!

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Harry is too cute. I wonder what he would look like with short hair.I think his cuteness will wear off. And there will be more brutality? And can someone please ask this guy to give advance notice of his live streams? lol

YES! Harry is SO ADORABLE! He does have some photos floating around with short hair, in my opinion short hair makes him look younger (it makes him look like a little boy lol) Even though he looks cute with short hair, I really like him with shaggy hair or shoulder length hair. But when he gets older I can tell you right now, pookie is finna age like FINE WINE!!! And he looks really good with facial hair too, there are some pictures of him with stubble, but clean shaven or not he STILL looks bangin😩 OH AND THE LIVE STREAMS! Let me tell ya, he does give some heads up about his live streams but he posts it on his Instagram group chat he has. He sends texts about upcoming lives, tour schedules, new music, and new posts. If you’re not in the group chat then ur missing out on a LOT!

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He’s not your average dj

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THE SQUEAL!!! “Howdy🤠”

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WHY IS HE LIKE THISSS?! WHO LET HIM MAKE THIS LIKE WHAT???!!! Please I love him so MUCH! I bet in his head he’s thinking ‘yeah this bomb ass promo will bring in the crowd’😭 he’s so silly and handsome and stupid and dumb and I LOVE HIMMM! HELP!

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The way people gave idubbbz an easy pass after years of him making racist homophobic “jokes” just to be “edgy” after he made that apology video is beyond me. This man calls people faggots and the n-word with the hard ‘r’ and it’s no big deal?! And to top it off, does nobody understand that MoistCr1TiKaL telling idubbbz he shouldn’t have apologized is just wrong? Like….why isn’t anybody talking about this?! Does nobody see how this is wrong?!

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300+ prompts.

this prompt list will run from 04/02/2025 - 31/03/2025. if there are little/no requests, it will be deleted and a new one will not be made until potentially 06/05/2025 (if at all).

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Prompts 1-300

1. "Nothing can stop us now"

2. "I tried to warn ya"

3. "I'm tired of pretending"

4. "I guess that makes me your favourite"

5. "If you put yourself in danger like that again, I'll..." "You'll what?"

6. "Where did you get all this?"

7. "Easiest choice I've ever made"

8. "I'm not going anywhere"

9. "I'm happiest when I'm with you"

10. "That felt like my first kiss..." "Is that bad?"

11. "Whatever it takes"

12. "I don't want to go if you can't follow"

13. "Can we please not talk about that?"

14. "Please?"

15. "Don't be scared"

16. "Is that how much you missed me?"

17. "Let me in before I get soaked"

18. "Do you have to?" "What? Your lap is my favourite place to sit!"

19. "I just don't know where to start"

20. "C'mon, you need to take a break"

21. “Would you answer my question, please?”

22. “I’ve got an hour exam tomorrow”

23. “You look stupid and rich”

24. “I wouldn’t go a single step with you”

25. “Well, that’s what makes you stupid”

26. “Why would I wanna go to a shitty little pub?”

27. “Because you always go where I go”

28. “I tried too hard, think I might have pulled something”

29. “I’m trying to concentrate, do you mind?”

30. “Hello, animals”

31. “I’m your roommate, if anyone asks”

32. “Oh, shove it right up your ass!”

33. “What would you say if I told you I think I’m in love with you?”

34. “Am I just anybody to you? Something to throw away when you get bored?”

35. “Are you jealous?”

36. “Did you at least make the other guy look worse?”

37. “Son of a bitch”

38. “Whose side are you on, exactly?”

39. “You don’t understand, you're not getting it”

40. “There’s no problem here, not with us anyway”

41. “You’re gonna end up working late if you sit there watching me all day”

42. “See, I think you’re scared”

43. “Admit you care”

44. “Aren’t you a good soldier?”

45. “That’s two outta three, not bad”

46. “We’re together, now, we’re happy”

47. “Don’t leave me”

48. “Who said anything about marriage?”

49. “I’m saying it now, before you can beat me to it”

50. “You wanna marry me?” “Yeah.” “Why?”

51. “My friends are gonna love you”

52. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise”

53. “Very casual, huh?”

54. “I didn’t think it’d be like this”

55. “This is too much for me”

56. “It’ll be a breeze”

57. “So far, so good”

58. “I… I’d like you to meet…”

59. “How can you see me, and still love me?” “That’s what it’s about.”

60. “Do not bullshit thy boyfriend”

61. “Yeah, but it’s home”

62. “Carry me across the threshold”

63. “Would you please say something?”

64. “Please, talk to him”

65. “Can’t you just do it for me?”

66. “You’re a heartless bastard”

67. “I forgot my key”

68. “I’m sorry”

69. “Love means never having to say you’re sorry”

70. “Don’t bullshit me, you were showing off”

71. “I got something important I wanna tell you”

72. “You got kicked out of the army?”

73. “That’s a mistake, it has to be”

74. “Can’t I take my fucking husband out to dinner?”

75. “I just need you”

76. “I believe you, I really do”

77. “Would you please hold me?”

78. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

79. “I want to help”

80. “I’m sorry”

81. "I never told you”

82. “You never asked”

83. “I’ve gotta say what I’ve gotta say, and then I'll shut up”

84. “Tell me everything’s gonna be alright, just... please say it's gonna be fine”

85. “Follow me, and do not let go of my hand”

86. “Are you proud?”

87. “What have you got to lose?”

88. “At least I can say I tried”

89. “I don’t know what to do about it”

90. “I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you”

91. “I want you, I need you, only you”

92. “I won’t let anybody take you away from me”

93. “Be mine, please?”

94. “Just love me”

95. “You deserve it after the week we've had”

96. “You’re sublime, you’re amazing”

97. “I’ve been with you all day, you know I have”

98. “I’m trying to stay calm, I really am”

99. “I’m gonna love you now, and then you can walk away and decide what to do about it”

100. “I won’t let you walk away”

101. “You got me, don't you?”

102. “My hands are fucking shaking”

103. “I think I know what’s going on here, with us”

104. “I know what it’s like”

105. “We could start over”

106. “Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong, say you don't feel the same”

107. “Is this what you want?”

108. “I can’t go back there again”

109. “You asked me to love you and I did! I still do!”

110. “Are you ready for the time of your life?”

111. “I beg your fucking pardon?”

112. “Show me your heart, come on, show me what you really feel”

113. “Can you help me with this?”

114. “I can handle everything, don't worry”

115. “If you love me, let me go, let me do this on my own”

116. “My heart is just too heavy to care about anything anymore”

117. “I don’t deserve to love you”

118. “I used to press your hand to my lips, remember?”

119. “I used to savour every single kiss, every touch”

120. “I couldn’t face a life without you by my side”

121. “I'm gonna keep my hand against your mouth so you'll be quiet, alright?”

122. “I think I made it very clear what I think”

123. “I only wish you weren’t my friend, then maybe I could say it properly”

124. “I never claimed to be a good person, you know that”

125. “You never needed any help, you just needed a little push”

126. “If you still care, let me know now because I don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive”

127. “If you want it come and take it”

128. “Let me tell you, man, when I said it, I meant it”

129. “I can rattle off a million other reasons why I love you and why I'll always love you”

130. “I don’t want to get back up, I'm tired”

131. “But I have to fucking say it already, so it might as well be today, right?”

132. “I’m in no shape to do this, my leg is completely fucked”

133. “Believe it or not, but it is true”

134. “Walk with me, please?”

135. “Don’t let this fucking bastard get to you”

136. “How could you forget about it?”

137. “To each his own, I guess”

138. “We can’t continue on like this, hiding all the time”

139. “It doesn’t matter what you say, I'm always gonna be here”

140. “I’ll show you what I’ve hidden”

141. “Where is your fight, my friend?”

142. “A little better than I would ever deserves”

143. “It doesn’t seem to matter”

144. “We were meant to be together”

145. “Know what I mean?”

146. “You made it work”

147. “I will never love another man, I can only love you”

148. “I’m so fucking pissed”

149. “I won’t let you disappear out there on your own!”

150. “Oh, fuck your intelligence! I don't want to think anymore!”

151. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this to you, I think I'm still dreaming”

152. “So now, I have something to say, are you gonna listen?”

153. “This hasn’t torn us apart, so nothing ever will”

154. “It’s none of your business”

155. “I’m tired of this shit”

156. “I want to go home”

157. “Don’t waste my fucking time”

158. “But you know me”

159. “I better tell you everything”

160. “It’s been years since anyone could be a friend, I've... I missed it a lot”

161. “All you have to do is close your eyes, alright? Just close your eyes for a bit”

162. “But you can’t break me, I can't be broken”

163. “I was all that you wanted and more”

164. “I’d love to help you waste time today”

165. “I’m never gonna be enough”

166. “I guess it’s time to see”

167. “I haven’t felt like this in years”

168. “I know where I need to go”

169. “It’s a miracle you haven’t broken any laws, or any bones for that matter”

170. “You know just as much as I do, we were told the same thing”

171. “I am not the same”

172. “You really wanna know who the fuck I am? Are you sure?”

173. “It doesn’t matter ‘cause I know you’ll never listen to me, even if I screamed it in your face!”

174. “I swear I fucking give up”

175. “Tell me all about it”

176. “I’d love to hear you talk about it forever”

177. “I’m your friend, I love you”

178. “Do what you want”

179. “Just remember that I love you, and I want you to come back in one piece”

180. “I’ve always felt love this way for you”

181. “I don’t need you to do it for me”

182. “Don’t look away, look me in the eyes”

183. “I’m gonna show you how to do it”

184. “I fucking told you so!”

185. “I don’t wanna go to sleep, I'm... shit, I'm scared”

186. “I gotta know now, you better tell me”

187. “Would you hurry up and get inside”

188. “Isn’t this fun?”

189. “Don’t ask me how I am”

190. “I never learn, do I?”

191. “You always come to me”

192. “Couldn’t bear it if you leave”

193. “Is this wrong of me?”

194. “There it goes again, I can hear it louder - it's getting closer!”

195. “Why won’t you stop staring at me?”

196. “What the fuck is all this for?”

197. “Is this what you want?”

198. “Say something, anything to me”

199. ��How do you feel?”

200. “Why does it have to be this way?”

201. “I don’t know how else to put this”

202. “I will give you anything, you just have to ask”

203. “Say you want to stay with me”

204. “I want to know I belong to you”

205. “I just want to be right by your side”

206. “I will give you everything”

207. “I gotta say what’s on my mind”

208. “Give me your hand”

209. “I’ll take you home”

210. “You are going to relax”

211. “Listen only to my voice”

212. “I’d cross the world for you”

213. “Where are my cigarettes?”

214. “I want the fucking truth”

215. “Is this the best you can come up with?”

216. “I can’t stay here forever”

217. “Is that an excuse?”

218. “Well I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again”

219. “I really love you, baby”

220. “You must be brave”

221. “Get out my way!”

222. “Just tell me I am yours ‘cause you are mine”

223. “What are you doing here?”

224. “I never knew you could dance so well”

225. “Thank you, so much, honestly”

226. “I can never repay you for what you’ve done”

227. “It’s rather good”

228. “I’m alive!”

229. “Open wide”

230. “Give me spark to light the world up in flames”

231. “Washed away with the tears”

232. “Inside your sleep, vile images creep”

233. “Hear the screams that haunt your soul”

234. “Tell me of the souls you have drowned”

235. “Losing control of your own”

236. “In time you’ll realise”

237. “Craft it to how you see fit”

238. “Recognise powers you hold”

239. “I swear by the blood I have shed”

240. “To rely on the hand that still feeds you”

241. “We’d be free to grow our wings”

242. “Untruth, is this my fate?”

243. “The world we know’s an abysmal hell”

244. “How can you just stand there and stare?”

245. “I’ll wait for you”

246. “If our world ended today, would you suffer or just sit there awaiting damnation?”

247. “It will take all you have held sacred”

248. “Stay here till the windows stop burning for your dreams”

249. “To feel this pain with you”

250. “You’ll feel better when you’re gone”

251. “First step in taking back your life”

252. “So you think you’ve won”

253. “Come take a walk inside”

254. “This enraged pissed off mind”

255. “Lusted for so long”

256. “How can this be for real?”

257. “It’s so beautiful”

258. “Make me swear if I see your face again”

259. “Fuck you”

260. “Tie you up, make you bleed”

261. “Just like me”

262. “They can’t take what’s in our hearts”

263. “They’ll never take what’s in our hearts”

264. “Did you forget something?”

265. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me the same way”

266. “Another night wide awake, huh?”

267. “Don’t fucking torment me”

268. “I waited in the rain so I could assure that we’d be alone”

269. “I don’t think I can stomach another night alone in this house”

270. “Don’t be a dick”

271. “Would you be mine?”

272. “Take my hand, please, just hold my fucking hand”

273. “You chose me - above everyone else, you chose me… why?”

274. “What, did you think I was just happy to be your fucking toy all this time?”

275. “I keep telling you to take a coat”

276. “I have a door! You don’t have to keep using the window”

277. “There’s nothing out there, nothing to be afraid of, at least”

278. “You’ve been gone for so long…”

279. “Don’t tell me that that’s a fucking ring in your hand”

280. “I don’t care what anybody says, I love you, and I love being with you”

281. “It’s getting dark, don’t you think we should leave?”

282. “You’re different, I like it”

283. “Where the fuck did you find a dog?”

284. “Y- you weren’t in bed, and it was so cold…”

285. “You’re not seriously staying up all night to play video games”

286. “I would never hurt you”

287. “I came all this way just to ask you… if you’d go on a date with me”

288. “It’s starting to fucking hammer down”

289. “Stop pretending to give a shit”

290. “Just stop it!”

291. “You can’t go all that way on that horse”

292. “You have to be joking, you couldn’t have come all this way in the middle of a fucking storm”

293. “I would do anything for you, for love”

294. “Tell me what you want”

295. “You can’t keep handing me little notes all the time”

296. “Perhaps one day, we’ll be together properly”

297. “Oh, shit”

298. “I’m your huckleberry”

299. “We could’a had a good fuckin’ life”

300. “I missed feeling your hand in mine”

301. “C’mere, dance with me - there’s a slow song on the radio”

302. “I made this for you”

303. “I never did thank you for that.” “A kiss would be a good thank you”

304. “I know you wanted me to stay”

305. “Don’t cause a scene”

306. “It’s where I belong - at your side”

307. “What? I don’t like it when people look at you like that”

308. “What have you done this time?”

309. “Don’t be so sour - I’m just having fun!”

310. “You will always be my first choice”

311. “I will always love you”

312. “You’re always on my mind, you know, always”

313. “What you waitin’ for, cowboy? An invite?”

314. “I like the direction you’re going, so if it’s okay, I’ll stick around”

315. “I don’t want to be, y’know, casual anymore - I wanna be serious”

316. “You two are almost joined at the fucking hip”

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Lifetimes of a thousand fleeting moments

A/n: Part two of the immortal Jacaerys AU! I hope you guys like it as much as part one! I also hope you guys like longer fics, part one was 6.3k words, this one is 14.8k words.

Warnings: Medieval to Modern AU, angsty(?), it’s more one sided pining, one sided love/romance(?),male reader dies (in one lifetime), betrayal, a/b/o (alpha jacaerys velaryon x omega male reader), Jacaerys is immortal, Male reader is a witch, death and descriptions of it, poison and the results of being poisoned. That’s all I think, sorry if I missed any!

Jacaerys struggled to keep his mouth closed as you finally graced his sight. His eyes met your instantly, despite his desire to jump right back into how things were, his excitement tempered. He recognized the emotion behind your (e/c) hues, and that smile. Even if it adorned your face so beautifully, it was the smile you’d give people you didn’t know. “I see you’ve all had lunch already. My sincerest apologies, I was tied up at the office.” You spoke warmly. “I’ve searched for you for so, so long.” Jacaerys mused. God how he missed you, he was a man starved and dehydrated, soaking up and sating himself with your very existence. “Unfortunately…” You drawled out as you looked at your watch. “I think we’ll be here for sometime. So in turn, I’ll treat us to dinner.” You declared, carrying yourself with the same air Jacaerys knew all too well. “Oh no please I must insist, I’ve already offered.” Jacaerys tried to push back. He had eons of experience wooing and courting you, and now was the time to put it in action. “No, no. I must insist, it’ll be my fault we’re here for much longer.” You didn’t budge. “Very well. I must say, you certainly know how to make first impressions.” Jacaerys spoke, pumping out more of his pheromones. He watched closely for any recognition. A twitch of your nose, a stretch of your neck  as a sign of submission, but nothing.

“I suppose a more proper greeting is appropriate.” You said as you approached him. “As I’ve just said, I am (Y/n) (L/n), president of Innovative Tech.” You said once more, hand outstretched. Jacaerys tried to steel his expression, keep the turmoil hidden to himself. He’s sure he’ll get questions about his pheromones leaking, he can’t have anything else stoking curiosity. “Yes, I would agree.” Jacaerys said with a small chuckle.  “I am Jacaerys Velaryon, CEO and owner of Velaryon Enterprises.” He spoke professionally, but a hint of warmth shining through regardless. He shook your hand, his grip tight without being uncomfortable, another display of his dominance. “Please.” He silently begged. “Recognize me. Yell at me, curse my name. Just don’t forget me.” He cried internally. “It’s a pleasure.” You said, smiling brightly. He missed how your eyes crinkled and closed when you smiled. It made his heart ache, to think he could’ve avoid this had he listened to you. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.” Jacaerys leaned in sultrily speaking. “My you’re a charmer. Flattery will get you nowhere though.” You whispered back. He smiled but within he cried out. Each attempt and failure to respond, felt like a gut punch. 

“Well I have more than one trick in my repertoire, I’ll have to keep trying.” Jacaerys laughed, taking his seat again. “For now let’s get to business.” He said, his smile fading to a thin line as he put his business first. “Great!” You cheerily said. You grabbed your papers, tapping them against the table to line them up. “So when Janet scheduled this meet we were discussing a collaboration.” You spoke as you walked around the room handing out copies. “Of course, both our companies are tech giants. Velaryon Enterprise is know for their, everything really,” You giggled, looking to the company employees, before your gaze settled on Jacaerys. He gripped the armrest hard enough to leave indents. It’s like karma had sent a perfect doppelgänger of you to terrorize him. One that was your equal in every possible way, except you had no recollection of who he was, nor did you express the attraction you had in each past life. “But based on market trends, your computer software is really advanced.” You continued, as you plugged in your laptop, and opened up a presentation. Jacaerys focused as hard as he could in the seconds he saw the background of your laptop. “Either (Y/n) is incredibly professional, or he’s single.” Jacaerys thought to himself. He knew you to be sentimental. He could vividly recall all the lockets you had prior, each that contained miniature portraits of him. Surely you’d make a lover your background, the fact that you hadn’t had to mean you had none? 

You continued on, truly showcasing how you’ve taken to your new role in your new life. But Jacaerys couldn’t help but be dragged to the past, as your voice reminded him of the years prior and the years he spent in solitude. 

“Are you well?” You asked, as you looked upwards. Those were the first words you’d ever spoken to him, and they were filled with a care and warmth, that strangers rarely showed him. Jacaerys looked down towards you, unwilling, and unable to respond, he was sure it was a trap. “If you’re trying to kill yourself i don’t think this method will work.” You said with concern, as you looked to the rope around his neck. Jacaerys continued to be stoic, he had learned the hard way kindness and compassion came with a price, but he couldn’t deny your words. The rope dug into his neck, leaving it raw and red with rope burns. “I hope you’ll forgive me for what I’m about to do.” You asked sadly. Still he remained unmoved. He watched as you held your hand out, his eyes widened as stone began to leech out of the ground as though it were liquid. His intrigue peaked as your hands moved to give the liquid shape. The stone solidified into the form of an arrow. You didn’t stop as you pulled it back, mocking the motions for firing off an arrow. Jacaerys stared as you let go, he could feel the thrum of the invisible thread, the tension generated before pulling taunt. The arrow pierced his head, lodging itself deeply, and coming out the other side. 

Jacaerys couldn’t control his body any longer, he went limp in the rope’s embrace. With a flick of your wrist the rope was severed and he gently floated to the ground. “I’m not aware of what troubles you’ve faced that you would welcome death. But I hope you find peace in the afterlife.” You whispered, as your hand waved over the wound. In an instant it closed up. There was a sadness to the act, an underlying heartache, one he couldn’t understand or fathom. Jacaerys still couldn’t speak, you had merely closed the opening, not healed and restored the brain matter you destroyed. With care and devotion you cleaned him up, cleansing his body in a ritual similar to what he’d seen done to his mother, father, brothers, and sisters, before their burial. The moment you were done, you chanted and a hole in the ground opened up. Jacaerys could feel his basic motor function return. A twitch in his toes, a dull ache in his chest from when his heart struggled without oxygen, and a seizing of his musculature. “Stahp.” He slurred, his mind still hazy, as his brain had finally started to regenerate. Your eyes widened, and with a closing of your fist, the hole sealed itself. You laid Jacaerys against the tree, watching, waiting. 

Jacaerys began to wiggle his fingers and toes. Repeating words and phrases as if to recalibrate his speech. “How did you do that?” Jacaerys questioned. “How are you still alive?” You questioned breathlessly. “I cannot die. Lesser men than yourself, have tried their hand at killing me and failed.” Jacaerys struggled but managed to string the words together. He wanted to repeat his question, get answers for what he had witnessed, but instead he close his eyes. Ready for your vitriol, to question what he’d done to deserve such a curse. When he didn’t hear you say anything he steeled his gaze, his eyes opened and met yours. But instead of reproach and loathing, he found wonder and curiosity. “How remarkably interesting…” You said with awe. “How did you acquire such a boon?” You asked, looking him up and down. “A ‘boon’?” He asked incredulous. “Would ‘curse’ not be more fitting?” He asked with wild disbelief. “My apologies. I hadn’t thought about it, but I suppose it depends on how you feel about it.” You spoke sadly, you hadn’t meant to offend him. Jacaerys could only stare as your kindness seemed to know to no bounds. Blush darted across his face as he felt his heartbeat rush and pound in his ears. He cleared his throat. “I- I don’t need an apology. I- I wasn’t offended, merely caught off guard.” He stuttered. 

He recalled being in disbelief, unable to understand how and why you showed him such kindness. It was not a product of the time, it was a dangerous period to live in. Constant roaming pillagers and outbreaks of war and sickness. To show such kindness to strangers was to invite discord and your own misfortune. One in this day and age could never know if another was sick, or if they were scheming. “Do you need a place to stay for the night?” You asked. “What?” Jacaerys questioned in shock. “Do you need a place to stay for the night? I know the elements can’t kill you, but it must not be comfortable to suffer exposure?” You asked once more, clarifying. Jacaerys breathily laughed, he couldn’t understand why you trusted him. “I could be sick.” He spat. “I could be a killer,” He wagered. “I could lay a pox onto your crops and water well. Would you still trust me?” He asked anger leaking into his tone. “You don’t seem like the kind of man to do so.” You said with a small sad smile. It seemed like you pitied him, but for once it didn’t sear or embarrass him. It had him longing for more. He found himself wanting for more of your kindness. The thought to find permanent peace, to remove himself from this world entirely was still ever present. But your warmth was a temptation, an indulgence he couldn’t, he wouldn’t pass up on.

“If you’ll have me.” He whispered with cold detachment, as though if he accepted, responded in earnest, you’d rescind the offer. “Of course I will.” You responded, with a bright smile. Your eyes were like the moon and sun, and your smile the stars between them. You illuminated his dark world, despite how much he tried to keep it out. You took his hand in yours, and pulled him into the village. He greedily took in the warmth from your palm, trying to read the lines on them, the way his mother did his. He needed to know, to glean the information from them. How long would you live? Would you be healthy? Would you have or take a lover? His blush returned in full force as the thought of taking you for his mate briefly crossed the threshold, before he waved it off. He had to suppress a whine and growl from his alpha as you retracted your hand. He had to stop himself from chasing after it. “I need to inform my mother and father we have a guest. I’ll be only a moment.” You whispered as you entered your abode. It seemed to be more lavish than the other homes, but you didn’t seem to be the village chief or son of the village chief. He strained his hearing to listen in, leaning closer and closer to the door. “You may enter. Would you like to eat a meal?” You asked as you pulled the door open. “Gah!” Jacaerys shouted as he fell forward. 

You winced as you heard the smack of his forehead connecting with the floor. “Are you alright?” You asked kneeling down to inspect him. He felt his heartbeat increase as you leaned over him. His breathing hitched, as warmth bloomed across his face. “I- I am-“ He paused, he couldn’t speak aloud his condition. “You’re aware, that you don’t need to worry about me? Especially over such a trivial injury.” Jacaerys whispered. He watched as your face contorted, first with sadness, and then another emotion he couldn’t recognize, before that soft small smile appeared. “I’m aware of that.” You spoke softly. “But what if I want to? Will you allow me to concern myself with you?” You asked a tone to your voice that he hadn’t heard expressed ever before. It was inviting, longing, and something more bubbling beneath the surface. “I’ll think about it.” He whispered back, trying to hide his face with his garment. “Thank you.” You whispered back before standing and offering him a hand. “Would you like a meal? We have more than enough to fill our stomachs a few times over.” You asked again, as he stood. “Yes please. Thank you.” He responded as he entered your home. “Ah wait-“ He paused, looking away. “What’s troubling you?” You asked again, voice still as sweet as honey. “I don’t know your name…” He trailed off, as if asking would be an affront. He felt he was already imposing, to ask your name would be a greater imposition. “It’s (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).” You gingerly said. “Such a pretty name.” Jacaerys thought to himself. He couldn’t figure out if it was a pretty name to begin with, or if it became enchanting once he learned it was yours to begin with. 

“And yours?” You asked. He tensed for a moment. He hadn’t expect you to ask in return, he thought of himself as a passing fancy, a charity case you took on temporarily. “It’s Jacaerys. Jacaerys Velaryon.” He responded, unsure of his standing. He was accustomed to leaving as soon as possible, giving his name felt as though he was inviting permanence. It frightened him to no end, and made his heart swell. It made his pulse quicken, as his mind conjured images of what could be. A future he never thought was his, or could be. Of a home he would build, a bed shared by two, the sounds of tiny feet running around. He felt his face heat up again as an imagine of carrying you past the threshold flashed in his mind. “Are you sure you’re not getting sick?” You asked, approaching him once more. He stiffened as you drew closer, resting your forehead on his. His heart beat quickened even more, he prayed silently you couldn’t tell. He had squeezed his eyes shut, but slowly opened them to look upon your face. To take in the ethereal glow you had, the features chiseled and formed by god himself. 

“You’re incredibly warm.” You said voice laced with concern. “Here, I’ll fetch you some cold water.” You assured placing the plate of food before him. You left the room, as Jacaerys stared at the plate. It reminded him of the home cooked meals he ate and shared with his family. It rended his heart, it had been far too long since he last broke a meal with his mother, let alone anyone else. “Here. It’s as cold as can be.” You cheerily spoke, setting it beside him. “Thank you.” He said, taking a sip, hoping to cool down the heat he felt collecting. He was waiting to see if this was where you’d draw the line. Surely everything else could be attributed to kindness, but accompanying him for a meal had to mean more? No one would break bread with a stranger, even if they were kind. He shut his eyes, refusing to see what you’d do, but they shot open the instant he heard the chair in front of him scraping the floor. “Is the food not to your liking? I could make you something else?” You offered, hand outstretched to receive the plate. 

“No it’s perfect.” Jacaerys retorts, moving the plate out of your reach, as he puts a forkful in his mouth. His eyes widen as the flavors bloom and spread across his tongue. Each spice working in harmony. “This is amazing.” He said in between mouth fulls. He ate it hungrily, he couldn’t remember the last time he relished a meal like this. “I’m glad you like it. I made it myself.” You said with a warm smile. The revelation made Jacaerys’ alpha rumble with glee. His mate- no. Not his mate. Some kind stranger? No, an acquaintance made a delicious meal. The rumble in his chest, was just a sign of being content, nothing more, nothing less. He didn’t even know if you were an omega. The thought impeded him slightly, as he found himself torn between caring about presentation, and simply wanting you. “Is something on your mind?” You asked, tilting your head. It was magical and unsettling, the way you could read him like a book. “No, nothing.” Jacaerys said, as he lowered his head to stare at the meal before him. “If you say so.” You responded warmly. Jacaerys continued to eat, feeling your gaze intermittently resting on him before drifting to something else. 

“Actually.” He spoke swallowing. “Have you eaten yet?” He asked. “Me?” You responded, confusion seeping into your voice. Jacaerys nodded, as he took a sip of his water. “I already ate, but thank you for asking.” You smiled brightly. It was a sight he wanted to run from and burn into memory. A vision he wanted to hide away from, and show to the whole world. “We have more if you’d like seconds?” You asked, looking to his nearly finished plate. “Thank you, but I am well sated.” He responded. Before he could stand to take care of his dishes, you beat him to it. Cleaning them before laying them out to dry. He was at a loss for words. How could you so easily open house and home to an acquaintance. Someone who was cursed as well. it made his heart long for more of whatever this was. The quiet night, the smell of aromatics as you made another meal the two of you could share. “Shall I show you to your quarters?” You asked. Jacaerys nodded standing, and following you. He half expected to be a shown a barn, or the smallest room in the house. But no, you gave him sizable accommodations. “Sleep well Jacaerys,” The things he’d give to hear you call his name out constantly. 

“Tomorrow we can head into the shops and get you some new garments.” You spoke softly before turning. “Uh wait-“ Jacaerys spoke before he could stop himself. “What is it?” You asked kindly, your eyes seemed to shine brighter each time it appeared as though he needed you. “Goodnight (Y/n). Thank you for…” he trailed a bit. He wasn’t sure what he was thankful for. He was thankful for your kindness, your compassion, your presence. For you. “Everything. I look forward to tomorrow.” He said with a smile, before turning and closing the door. He rested against the door, sliding down and hugging his knees. Was he allowed to express such feeling? Could he commit to such sin and indulgences? He had sworn to never do it, and yet he found himself faltering in that dedication. It felt like an eternity before he could get up and lay down in the bed you had graciously provided. It was an upgrade from the cold hard ground and leaves he’d accustomed to. He couldn’t tell if it felt as good as it did because it was soft, or because you had given it to him. And that was a feeling he was slowly acclimating to. 

Over the next week he was uncomfortable. He kept waiting for the shoe to drop. He kept waiting to be told he had to leave. He confused himself above all. Keeping you at arms length one moment, then pulling you closely. You took it in stride, never pushing against the boundaries he was drawing and erasing. He couldn’t help but notice how the people stared at you with a mix of awe and unbridled fear. It was a gaze he had been familiarized with, but to see someone else so othered hurt him. “Why are you so nice to everyone?” Jacaerys asked as the two of you walked by food vendors. “What do you mean?” You asked, as you pointed to different snacks. “They treat you so…” Jacaerys paused as you placed some in his mouth. He needed a second to recover, and wave off the blush that threatened to appear. “Coldly.” He finished. “Well…” You sighed, taking a bite of the skewered meat. “I can’t exactly blame them for it.” You said in between chews. “I’m…different.” You spoke with years of longing. “To be treated with coldness is their form of kindness I suppose. It’s better than pitchforks and torches.” You said with a laugh. That’s when Jacaerys first saw beyond the mask you had worn so well. Your cheery disposition faltered for the briefest of moments but he saw it and knew. He had known that feeling intimately. 

“Mr. Velaryon?” You asked, his gaze stuck on you. You had just finished the presentation. You weren’t sure if he hated it that much, or if he was deeply in love with the proposal. “Mr. Velaryon?” You asked again, still no response. “Jacaerys.” Adrien quietly seethed, stepping on Jacaerys’ toes to get his attention. “Hmm?” Jacaerys asked, finally back in the present. “I hope in the short time I’ve spent here today, I’ve managed to convince you to establish a more formal collaborative relationship with us Mr. Velaryon.” You spoke again, repeating yourself. “Please, you can call me Jacaerys.” He insisted, a warm tone to his voice. All the employees presents seemed to pick up on something, while you still seemed as oblivious as ever. “I’m not entirely sure that would be professional at this stage in our work relationship Mr. Velaryon.” You teasingly said. “Very well then.” Jacaerys said with a smile. He wondered why he couldn’t reach you. You’d have folded already, given in to his charm and effortless care. “Why don’t you have your assistant check your schedule? See if you have any free time to discuss the contract details, say over dinner?” He asked, taking a more direct approach. Much to the chagrin of the present Velaryon Enterprises employees. Some of them knew he’d been single for a long time and rooted for him, whilst others realized how this interaction could seem for you in the long run. An alpha trying to seduce you could easily be spun to you trying seduce Jacaerys. 

“Oh well sure.” You replied, still cheery, with that same smile adorning your face.  “Janet clear your schedule and see to this dinner meeting with Mr. Velaryon.” You asked. Before she could respond, Jacaerys cleared his throat. “Oh no that won’t do Mr. (L/n).” Jacaerys said tutting. “A contract of this caliber should be discussed by the most affected parties. Janet won’t be able effectively negotiate given, I’m assuming, the scope of her role.” Jacaerys spoke, interlacing his fingers and resting his head on them. “Furthermore, you and I will be in communication more frequently, we should become familiar with one another.” Jacaerys elucidated. He was mostly telling the truth. Janet and Adrien would be enough for this contract, but he’d just seen you for the first time in half a millennium, he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight so easily. “You make a good point. Janet please see to it that my schedule is cleared, since Mr. Velaryon is so insistent I personally join him.” You spoke back choosing your words carefully, and ensuring a paper trail so your reputation couldn’t be sunk later on. The meeting had concluded, and as you and your employees packed up your things Jacaerys felt his heartache. He couldn’t just let you leave without one more attempt at gauging if you remembered him. 

“Mr. (L/n)?” He tepidly asked. “Yes Mr. Velaryon?” You responded. Jacaerys eyes studied your face. It had been six hundred years since then, maybe your facial expressions changed? He couldn’t find any of the tell tale signs he saw prior. Your eyes held his, they didn’t sway nor drift from his gaze, you weren’t sweating, your body language told him you were comfortable. The last time he found you, you couldn’t hold eye sight, and you shook a bit. Enough that it was noticeable the closer he drew. You truly didn’t recognize him. He looked to the door and back to you. You nodded, following his lead out of the stuffy meeting room. You stared at his back, wondering what exactly he wanted. He finally turned around, eyes meeting yours. “Are you free today for dinner?” He asked, it took his all to keep his voice from trembling. “I’d have to ask Janet. I believe I’m free but I can never be certain.” You said with a giggle. “Allow me to ask.” You spoke, turning and going back inside. Jacaerys watched through the frosted glass as everyone jumped up and down. He felt bitter at their excitement, he didn’t know the cause, but he knew he couldn’t match it. “I wonder how they’d fair if the love of their life was before them, with zero recollection of who they are…” Jacaerys bitterly thought. He waved the thought away, as you came back out, but his eyes remained on the employees, still celebrating and gathering their things. “I am free. Since our teams will be working more closely, I figured a dinner for all of us would build some camaraderie, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Velaryon?” You said with a smile, and a softness in your voice that made Jacaerys’ heart swell and shatter. 

“You always think ahead, hmm?” Jacaerys said wearily. He had hoped it’d be just the two of you. He had a resturant in mind that served some of your favorite meals from your past lives. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked. Jacaerys eyes widened as he realized he spoke as though he knew you. “Apologies, I meant I’ve heard how you’re always thinking ahead.” He clarified, but the sweat on his brow said otherwise. He watched as your eyes seemed to focus on him, watching as your hands tensed, before relaxing. A voice pounded in your head, it was anxious and somehow familiar, you shook it off as your face returned to the same small smile. “I’ve chosen this Korean barbecue place, I’ve been to it myself a few times with my team.” You spoke. Jacaerys couldn’t help but read into the decision you’ve made. “They’re known for their various cuts and meat selection. Their drink menu is fantastic, and they even have a section specifically for company gatherings.” You added, meeting his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope, he’d always enjoyed the things you cooked, and this felt like a lifeline. “Wonderful. Do you have a car waiting for you?” He asked hopeful. “If not you can ride with me, I can order a few Ubers for the rest of the team.” He added. “No need, Janet insisted on ordering a,” you paused and sighed, “party bus. It should be enough to seat us all.” You said exasperated, but clearly happy with her decision. 

“Well then, let’s not keep them all waiting.” Jacaerys spoke as he pinged an elevator. “Mr. Velaryon?” Adrien asked. “Yes Adrien?” He responded. “Will you be drinking?” He questioned, he seemed excited at the prospect of having a drink with his boss. “Ooo! On that note Mr. (L/n) will you be drinking?” Janet asked, eyes shinning. Jacaerys bit his tongue, his ears opened and listening. “It is Friday…” You spoke, as though weighing the options. “Sure. Why not?” You said with a laugh. The Innovative Tech employees all cheered, high-fiving each other. “Then I’ll have a drink or two as well.” Jacaerys added, shooting you a smile. You only gave him that same small smile back, highlighting the different between him and yourself. Jacaerys steeled his face, his hands balling into tight fists behind his back, hoping to hide the hurt it caused him. He couldn’t blame you. Of course you wouldn’t remember him immediately, you might never remember him, but surely you’d fall for him given enough time right? It’s always happened. The two of you meet, spend time together, and fall in love, Jacaerys spends your final moments by your side, and then search to find you starts over. It’s a cycle that’s repeated since time immemorial, when the world was younger and so were you and him. 

As he piled into the bus he noted how you chose to sit on the opposite side of him. He had hoped to catch you stealing glances at him, something anything that could signal your growing intrigue or recollection of your shared history. But nothing. If anything he felt himself falling deeper in love, with the way your eyes crinkled again as you laughed. He longed for you to show him that same warmth, the same kindness he was accustomed to from you. He couldn’t even make conversation over the loud music that played. He watched as you laughed with Janet, his mind drifting back to the first time he heard your infectious joy, back to when he was the only cause of it. 

“It hurts doesn’t it?” Jacaerys asked. “What does?” You asked tilting your head. “How they treat you. How they speak to you.” He clarified. He watched as you tensed, before relaxing. That same rehearsed mask shifting, cracking, but never fully falling. “A bit perhaps. But I can’t blame them. They’re reacting how people have always reacted to the unknown, to differences.” You said, your voice cracked, but it sounded rehearsed. Like you knew what to say, and how to say it. Laying the blame at your feet without speaking it outright, absolving them of their hurtful actions. “It doesn’t change the fact that they’re hurting you.” Jacaerys argued. You stopped turning to him, your brow furrowed, tears welling into your eyes. “Do you think I’m not aware of that?” You asked voice trembling. Jacaerys felt guilt bubbling up. It was an emotion he was familiar with, but hadn’t experienced since he buried his last living sibling. “This is the only home I have.” You sniffled. 

“My mother and father are the only people who can love me for who and what I am.” You spoke, voice breaking. “I am reviled by my own people, it is true. But I would wager it’s better to be hated in your land, by your neighbor than by a stranger, trapped in a foreign place.” You nearly shouted at him. He struck a nerve and he knew it, he wished he hadn’t. “Just-“ you paused, tears still streaming down your face. “Just leave me be.” You spoke, as you ran to your room, slamming the door behind yourself. Jacaerys was speechless, he hadn’t meant to hurt you. The moment you opened your mouth, he knew the feeling. That had been him once upon a time. After the last of his family had passed, the village he once called home began to fear him. Whispers carried by the wind, tales spun that painted him as a villain, all spoke to how he stole the life force of his own kin to maintain his youth. He was forced out of the only home he had ever known, by the descendants of those he once called friends. Jacaerys knew that bone chilling loneliness all too well, and he probed to share your hurt, but had injured you just as well. 

He dragged his hand down his face. “Fuck.” He muttered. He liked it when you smiled and were kind to him, he hated how you looked when you’re upset, even more now that he’s seen you cry. He couldn’t reconcile the empathy he felt for you. He hadn’t felt empathy or sympathy for another in ages, and yet you’ve changed that about him in such a short amount of time. Jacaerys gritted his teeth, before walking into the kitchen. He needed to fix this, he should have the experience. He’s lived long enough to figure this out, though he’d never learned how to cook. He ate what he could gather, stole cooked meats when he could. He never learned to farm, he’d been chased out of potential homes long before he could plant anything. And yet he found himself wanting to learn it all for you. “I’ve seen him use this and this. Maybe these too?” Jacaerys muttered as he worked his way around the kitchen. Grabbing this and that, trying to come up with a dish that you’d like. As he settled on something he began to cook. He mixed the ingredients, the pan hissing as he added a pinch of this and a smidge of that. When he was done, it looked dubious at best, charred around the edges and somehow soft in the middle, and inedible at worst. But he’d eaten far worser so perhaps this was actually palatable? 

He plated it as best he could, perhaps it could be a feast for the eyes instead. He walked as quietly as possible over to your door, his hand ghosting the wood. Doubt creeped into his mind if he was doing the right thing. You had asked him to leave you be, this would go in direct opposition to that. Before he could pull away his hand had already knocked on the door. His feet kept him glued in place, as he waited. He heard movement behind the door, before it cracked open a bit. He saw you eyeing him from behind the door, still red, your brows furrowed melancholically. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, the words left his mouth before he could even register them. They felt bitter on his tongue. He had hoped to come up with something better, but he doubted it. Perhaps it would be enough. He watched you retreat, maybe his apology was lackluster, maybe it hadn’t moved you despite the attempt, but before he could spiral any further, the door opened wider, and you gestured for him to come in. 

He timidly entered your space, taking in your scent for the first time ever. You smelled sweet. Like a fruit pastry a bakery would be famous for. He knew it then instantly, you were an omega. “Jacaerys…” you paused, as he turned to you, his heart ached as he watched your sorrowful expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” You whispered, though the words rang loudly for him. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked. He was incredulous. Why on earth were you apologizing to him? He couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t blame it on your kindness, this was beyond that. “I was harsh, cruel, I should’ve spoken with care.” You spoke sadly. “If you wish to leave, I can provide the gold or silver needed. You can purchase land and build a home for yourself.” You uttered hopefully, your lips turns upwards into a smile despite the pain your eyes reflected. You fell to knees, and hugged his legs. “You’re the only friend I’ve made in my entire life. So please…” You whispered, a sob ripping from your throat. “Keep being my friend.” 

It tore him to shreds, seeing you beg like this. It reminded him of himself, before he was cast out of his home. He sobbed, and begged, and pleaded for his former friends to believe him, but no longer. They feared him, his immortal body, and feared what he would do to them if he was allowed to stay. The words registered and tore through him in a different way. ‘Friend.’ It was a valid and true assumption. Even if it made him ache with longing, even if it splintered his heart. He had not courted you, he had not attempted to ascertain your feelings for him. He barely knew what he felt himself for you. And yet the word ‘friend’, spoken with such longing and yearning made him want for more, something deeper. He didn’t want to be your ‘friend’, not in the way that word would entail, but he didn’t know if mate, or lover fit. He was jaded. He had loved once, and they tore his heart from his chest when they found out he was immortal. They casted him out just the same, regardless of the love they shared. “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me.” He finally spoke, moving your arms from his legs. He dropped to his knees, hands in yours. 

“I hurt you.” Jacaerys affirmed. “It was not my intention, but it happened all the same.” He whispered. “I apologize for being so careless. I wanted to tell you i understand your pain, I’ve lived it.” He revealed. He watched you pause, your expression never shifting as he waited with bated breath. “You do?” You quietly asked. “I do.” He spoke, pausing as he fights with himself. Torn between the closeness he desires and the isolation he’s known for ages. “I’ve been chased from more places than I can remember. You’re the first person I can recall in a very long time to treat me with kindness.” He continued to elucidate. “I won’t turn my back on you, so please don’t cast me out either.” He asked. He felt water drops hit his knee, as they wet the cloth and skin underneath. He looked up hoping to find the source of the leak, he could plug it, or fix the source. “Jacaerys…” You mumbled. He looked to you, as his vision blurred even more. His brows furrowed in confusion. His hand left yours to touch his face, he felt the stream of wetness coming from his eye, as his fingers caught a tear and pressed them between his thumb and index finger. “When was the last time I cried?” He wordlessly thought. 

He assumed he’d lost the ability to shed tears, when he was exiled from his home. When the last pieces of who he was were ripped from his grasp. He watched as your hands and arms twitched. He held his breath as they reached out, grappling with what this could mean for you both. Your expression faltered, changed for the briefest of moments, as though you harbored the same feelings he did. Torn between the world you knew, the loneliness you experienced, and the potential for more before you. You paused as he tensed, watching as he retreated a tiny bit. You seemed hurt by the action, but remained unmoved, arms still outstretched by no longer pushing forward. His eyes scanned your face before relaxing and leaning in. It was as though he looked for signs you were lulling him into a false sense of security, but found none. You wordlessly took him into your arms, your scent growing stronger. His eyes widened as your pheromones envelope him, his body tensed as his mind raced, but soon relaxed. He was giving in, as he fought against his own thoughts. His body screamed, yearned for acceptance, for the comfort you were giving him. 

Even as his mind tried to convince him otherwise, convince him this would not last, and that he’d be hurt again. He reluctantly accepted this comfort, telling himself even if it was temporary, this passing warmth was better than nothing. You tried your hardest to comfort him, hoping he as an alpha would calm down from your pheromones. He knew how you felt within, he could recognize it in you before he could ever acknowledge it in himself. “You’re my friend, for better or worse, you’ll always have a home here with me.” You affirmed. Despite the way you dressed it up, he knew what was growing underneath. From the way your heart beat quickened in his ear as he rested it against your chest, and the goose flesh his proximity left. The words though sentimental made Jacaerys irrationally angry. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, before relaxing. “Can this all be reduced to mere friendship? Would I be wrong to desire and lust for more than he had given me?” He questioned. It wasn’t the first time the idea of being your lover crossed his mind. But it was more powerful, as his scent grew and mixed with yours in response. “Would (Y/n) abhor me for harboring these feelings for him?” He anguished internally. He started to subconsciously see you as his mate, his lover, and couldn’t handle you not viewing him as the same. The feeling was still powerful, even if he couldn’t explain with words what he felt then.

The bus slowed to a stop, the screech of its breaks pulled Jacaerys back to the present. “We’re here, we’ve arrived.” He spoke, gesturing to the almost empty bus now. His eyes looked around but found you waiting patiently for him. “You’re kind of a space cadet, huh Mr. Velaryon?” You asked jokingly, a soft giggle punctuating your words. The sound made his chest tighten. Even if you don’t remember him currently, the banter, the back and forth is so effortless. It’s like you don’t even realize what you’re doing to him.“So I’ve been told.” He replied with a smile. His hand gestured to the front of the bus, allowing you to rise and get off first. “Such a gentleman~” You teased, as you stood and exited. Jacaerys offered a warm smile, hiding his pain, it was one that you had known thoroughly in previous incarnations. But now elicited no further thought or action. As he entered the building, you had already handed them your company card and secured a section. “This way Velaryon and Innovative employees!” You spoke loudly, leading them to the booked section. 

Everything seemed to move in high speed around you, but with his focus directly on you, everything came to a halt. The way your eyes caught the light. The way your eye lashes fluttered when you blinked. Everything about you, he wanted to commit to memory so strongly he could remember nothing else aside from you. You were all encompassing, you were his god. One he turned his back on and blasphemed, committed a terrible sacrilege against. Tearing your wings and burning you and your works to the ground. They say gods are forgiving, but would you be? If you knew the depths of his depravity? If you knew what he had done to you would you allow him to beg for forgiveness? It seems like you would, even if the smile you give him is reserved for everyone. The way you grill the meat ordered. The way you place it on his plate. Surely it all had to mean something deeper? Of course the thought couldn’t last longer than a minuet as he watched you repeat the motion for others sitting around. You sat in front of the grille, of course you’d cook and pass around the food before serving yourself. 

As the meat continued to sizzle and shrink on the grill, and the drinks kept flowing Jacaerys found himself keeping a closer eye on you. You were more loose lipped, your verbiage teetered the edge of flirtatious and nice. He caught you winking at the alpha waiter more than once. It seemed like you had a consistent type. Chiseled features, brown hair, a pair of soft brown eyes. Jacaerys was all that and more, and yet you weren’t giving him even a modicum of the attention this waiter is getting. He tried to put up with it really. You were getting drinks comped left and right, they kept bringing out the best cuts of beef they had. But he couldn’t handle it any longer, the way you seemed to lean into that man stepped on every last nerve he had. The way you seemed to wait on his every word. “Say ahh~” You gingerly spoke, holding a lettuce wrapped piece of beef. It inched closer and closer to the waiter’s willing and open mouth. It was the straw that broke the camels back. Without another word, he grabbed your hand and manuvered it over to his far better mouth. He watched as your eyes widened, before they crinkled as you smiled and laughed. Your fingers laced themselves, before you rested your pretty little head against them. He is- He was your alpha, he just acted as any would right? He might’ve given way to the feelings he’s harboring underneath the surface, but fuck it. He could deal with the questions and prying eyes later. 

“I didn’t think you were the jealous type Mr. Velaryon.” You giggled still more than buzzed but not drunk. Jacaerys’ eyes narrowed as he chewed the morsel he stole thoroughly. The beer he was drinking couldn’t get him drunk, or any where near buzzed but the taste of your fingers leftover on the lettuce had him feeling euphoric. “Please (Y/n).” He spoke gruffly. His tongue slowly slipped out of the corner of his mouth, before swiping across his bottom lip. It was something you once told him really got you going. “We’ve shared drinks now,” He clinked his glass to yours, “I’m sure we’re on a first name basis now, at least.” He said commandeering, his alpha on full display. “I suppose so,” you brought the glass to your lips. The cocktail had a sugar rim, you copied exactly what Jacaerys did to get the crystals left on your lips. He flushed bright red, his only saving grace was leaning forward closer to the grill, hoping others would blame the heat from there for his red hue. “Jacaerys.” You sultrily spoke, swirling the drink in your hand. 

His world froze, as his name fell from your lips once more. The same tone, the same lilt to the letters that comprised his name. It was another constant he’d experienced with you. The more things changed the more they stayed the same, and this was no different. Hearing it fall from your mouth for the first time in his centuries long wait felt rejuvenating. It made him whole in a way he hadn’t felt since then. He wanted to fall into the feeling and lose himself in the world your voice created. He almost let himself do so. His guilt bubbled to the surface, replaying your last moments. The look of betrayal, the torch as it swung to you. He did that. He didn’t loseyou, he tossed you away. “If I hadn’t believed them then, we’d still be together. I would’ve never known loneliness as intimately as I did after you were done.” Jacaerys mused as he felt the tears start to swell. He cleared his throat, leaning back. “I’m gonna have a smoke. I’ll be back.” He mustered all he could to keep his voice from breaking. He exited the building and paced around for a while, before squatting. His hands gripped his hair tightly, before letting go, his fingers went to his temple, in small soothing circles. 

He was outside for much longer than he thought. Everyone from Velaryon Enterprises and Innovative Tech came out of the resturant. He shot up, and quickly mimicked the action of tossing a cigarette butt and snuffing it out with the heel of his shoe. “Oh there you are Jacaerys.” You said warmly. His eyes met yours again, searching for a flicker, an ember, even the tiny signal you remembered him and all your other past lives. But nothing. He could feel himself going mad. Your facial expressions had never changed in lives prior, did they now? It would be easier to accept you’ve changed, instead of the very real possibility you didn’t remember him and wouldn’t. “I guess I took longer than I thought with the smoke.” He laughed, the sound could’ve fooled everyone, everyone but you. The laugh he gave was a hollow one, empty, devoid of the emotion it sought to copy. But even now there was no pause, no hesitation to your actions that could give away whether or not you remember him. “I suppose.” You shrugged. “They all want to go bowling or karaoke now.” You spoke, eyeing his face. “If you’re coming, which would you prefer.” You asked, moonlight and neon reflecting through your eyes.

“Distance does make the heart fonder, but I wonder how long I’ll be able to handle being this close to you, as a stranger.” Jacaerys bitterly thinks. “I’d even prefer your yells and declarations of hate, over this.” He muses. “I’d enjoy karaoke more than bowling.” He responds, hands slipping into his pockets as he approached you. He’s hoping his singing will bring your memories back. It wasn’t something he did frequently, or at all, until he learned it was something you enjoyed. He remembers how much you looked forward to the singing groups that would travel around going from kingdom to kingdom to entertain. “Which would you prefer?” He asks, standing before you. His chest puffed out, standing at attention the way a soldier would. All of it was for you, even if you were blind to it currently. “I’d prefer karaoke too.” You giggled, before walking to the bus. Jacaerys stayed there watching as you stepped away from him. Each step sounding louder than last and echoing, bouncing around his ear drums. When you didn’t hear steps behind you, you looked over your shoulder, with that same smile he fell in love with. “Are you coming? Or did you get cold feet?” You teased, before beckoning him to join you. Like a soldier following their commander, he boarded the bus.

The group dwindled, now just two regular employees from Velaryon Enterprises and three from Innovative Tech. “We’re done after this.” You spoke giddy. “I’m so serious too. This is the last stop. No next bar, nothing.” You asserted with a smile that betrayed the seriousness of your words. “We know, we know! Can you blame us we’re having fun!” Adrien spoke matching your excitement. “(Y/n) is right. We have work tomorrow. And while I’ll let everyone who joined us today come in late with a hangover tomorrow, I won’t allow any callouts.” Jacaerys strictly spoke, but the corners of his lips tugged up ever so slightly. “You’re so mean Jacaerys.” Adrien whined, mimicking tears falling from his face. “We have a company to run.” Jacaerys argued with a laugh. “Oh (Y/n), I got a text from the R&D lead.” Janet spoke, as she read the message. “They need your approval before they do further testing.” She said looking to your face trying to gauge how drunk you are. “Do you think you’ll be able to come in early tomorrow so they can go over it with you?” She asked. “Of course, it’s not an issue. Besides they’ve been working on that project for about a year now right?” You asked, tilting your head trying to remember. “Exactly.” Janet responded. Your conversation with her faded into the background as your mannerisms had Jacaerys reminiscing. The tilt to your head, the way your eyes squinted as you stared off into the distance as though you were perusing through a mental logbook. It was so achingly familiar and reminded him how much of you is still you. He could pursue you here and now. Pray you never get your memories. Or perhaps pray that you do? Could he live with the guilt constantly reminding him of what he’d done to you? Could he remain sane with the notion of lying by omission for however long this life lasts for you?  

“What am I to you (Y/n)?” Jacaerys asked, his eyes followed you as your hands waved over the freshly planted crops this year. “What do you mean?” You asked, your focus torn between making sure the seeds take root and bloom, and his all encompassing presence. It had been months since you cut him from that tree and the other villagers took to him like flies to honey. Every omega, and beta woman wanted him, but his gaze was only ever reserved for you. Even if you hadn’t noticed yet, it didn’t ease the sting of hearing you try to push him into their arms. He’d rather collapse in to yours at the end of each day. The extra attention from them disgusted and unsettled him. They were always so kind to him, whilst pretending as though you didn’t exist. It made his heart hurt to see them so eagerly welcome a stranger, while shunning the lifeblood of their village. They wouldn’t survive without your magic, and even that wasn’t enough to inspire some goodwill. “What am I to you? What do you see when you look at me?” He asked again, almost desperate and pleading. You looked at him with a pained expression, before turning away to focus on the task your parents gave you. 

“I see a man, a good one. Hurt by the life he’s been given.” You spoke softly. “I see a companion.” There was a longing to your words, one that you quickly buried. “You’re my best friend.” You said curtly, the warmth was there but it was scarcely recognized. “I’m your best friend?” Jacaerys asked, torn between wanting something deeper, something closer, and unsure if he should just accept what’s you’ve placed before him. You didn’t say much, you nodded before looking back to the plants. “If I wanted to leave this village would you join me?” His question hung in the air. The tension was palpable, he’d seen the way your head swung back to look upon his face. Your eyes seemed to scan his expression to see if he was lying, or if he was truthful. Your face was unreadable, unknown then, but it should’ve been as clear as day. You looked away, trying to hide your sadness. “My duty is here. This village would fall without me.” You spoke with a finality he didn’t recognize. The words he knew weren’t yours, they belong to your parents, instilled in you through the years you toiled and suffered alone here. “I’d give you gold and silver. A bag to travel with. Clothes, food, and water.” You said pragmatically. The words hurt Jacaerys, he was your best friend and yet you wouldn’t ask him to stay? You wouldn’t join him either? 

“And I’d ask that you come back to visit me, if you’re able.” You spoke softly, the sweetness to it enough to sate him for now. His expression soured, it was like he being led along, but he continued with you nonetheless. Watching as you bloomed the struggling crops, as you rejuvenated the land, as you made the water that flowed into the wells potable. He sat and watched as you sewed his old garments back together. They look almost identical to how his mother gave it to him. “Have you decided?” Your voice shook as it broke the comfortable silence. “Decided on what?” He asked rather curtly. He sucked his teeth, but before he could apologize you continued. “On a mate. Your admirers grow impatient, they want you to make a decision.” You spoke with a twinge of venom and jealousy. “And if you’re leaving or not.” You sadly added. “They’re ready to leave with you, if that’s what you decide.” You revealed. Jacaerys stared at you wondering why this was so much more difficult than it needed to be. “No. I haven’t.” He said, stuffing his hands into the opening of his tunic. You nodded again before standing, walking towards your home. Jacaerys followed in tow, his mind abuzz with everything that’s been going on. 

You opened the door, holding it for him as you slipped off your shoes. He did the same and followed you into the kitchen. He watched as you wordlessly prepared a meal for your mother, father, him, and yourself. They never ate with the two of you, but Jacaerys had seen you take their meals to their room. As you placed the plate before him, he waited. Waited as you ensured your parents were fed before sitting down across from him. “We should leave this village together.” Jacaerys blurted out without thinking. 

he realized it then. 

He was helplessly in love with you.

Now that he saw the possibility of spending his days with you, and not alone, he jumped at the opportunity. He saw you tense and almost drop your utensil. “I’d miss you too much. I’d miss your cooking too much.” He added, hopeful. He paused and stared at you hoping for something. A reaction, something hopeful, something happy, an agreement. He was bearing his soul, for once, trusting in another again, for once, since he was exiled. His eyes widened as the words fell from your mouth. “We can’t.” You spoke lowly. “I can’t. I’m not fit.” You said with a trembling lip. “There are better options for you in the village. You should pick one of them.” You added, your voice shaky, but trying too hard to sound cheerful. “I don’t want them.” Jacaerys spoke with a measured tone. “I want you.” He said with as much love as he could pour into those three words. 

“We can’t. I’m sorry.” You said before getting up from the table and locking yourself in your room. Jacaerys sat there stunned, hurting, as the walls closed in around him. Reminding him of his reality. Immortal, doomed to watch those he loves take their first and final breath. Unable to join them in their next journey. He tossed the plate into the sink, unable to continue eating before retiring to his room. He laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, tears welling in his eyes. Did he misread your intentions? Were you truly kind to him because it was in your nature? Had he foolishly hoped someone as radiant as you would love and care for someon- something like him? He shut them tightly, cursing himself for believing he could have more, for believing he deserved more. He sniffled and bite his lip to keep from shouting, before tossing and turning until he fell asleep. 

Jacaerys’ eyes fluttered open, as he awoke hours later in the dead of night. His throat dry, and lips chapped. He willed himself to stand and get a drink of water. The door opened slowly making no noise as Jacaerys shut it behind him. He grabbed a cup and filled it with water. Greedily gulping it down, it refreshed his throat and cleared his head. “Omegas like (Y/n)…what should I have expected?” Jacaerys wondered. Maybe his approach was too direct? You were shy, and with the way the villagers treated you you’ve probably never receive a confession much less been courted. Did he need a more tempered confession? Surely you weren’t use to people declaring their love for you and asking to run away. Should he have eased you into it? His train of thought was derailed as a voice bloomed in his ear. It was muffled, but he knew it belong to you. Something inside him spurred him on to eavesdrop. He snuck over until he was right beside the door to your parent’s room, leaning in closely to hear what was being said. 

“I enchanted the ground. The farmers shouldn’t need any more upkeep from me.” You said softly, your voice had a flicker of hope. “Good work (Y/n).” Your father curtly spoke. “Since they’ll have no need of me,” you paused, seemingly to find the courage to continue, “perhaps I could travel?” You timidly asked. “Travel?” Your mother questioned harshly, her tone sharp and pointed. “Yes,” you paused again, as if trying to find the strength. “Jacaerys said he’s leaving the village. If possible I’d like to go with him.” You pleaded. “I’ll return as often as I can to take care of things. And-“”Did you let that alpha convince you he’d claim you?” Your father interrupted your stammering, and questioned you with ridicule. “What? No I-“”Then did you let your omega mind run wild and believe that you,” he cruelly laughed, venomous and pierced, “of all the omegas in this village, could be his?” Your father interrupted again mocking you. “(Y/n) remember what we told you?” You mother spoke in a sickly sweet tone Jacaerys hadn’t ever heard before. He heard your breathing hitch, he assumed you nodded, unable to speak. “You were born cursed. Your ‘gifts’, a pact with a devil. You carry a sin, one you might never be able to atone for. And we in turn are punished for it as well.” She continued in her saccharin tone. “You weren’t made to be loved.” Your mother spoke icily. “Who could love you but your mother and father?” She added. “And even we struggle with it.” Your father derisively spoke. Jacaerys’ hand shot to his mouth to contain the territorial growl that threatened to burst forth.

“You’ve seen the way our neighbors treat you, and how they look at us for bringing you into this world.” Your mother continued, her words measured by cruelty. “We stopped them from burning you alive because we cared for you. We fed you, gave you a home, and found a way for you to give back to the village.” Your father angrily spoke. “Would you repay us by leaving? Would you really let us weather it alone?” She asked, her voice shaking. No doubt on purpose as she tried to guilt you into staying. “Your only way to make up for it, is to be of use. Your only value is in the things you can do for us and for others.” Your father derided. “So why don’t you forget about Jacaerys, and continue to be of use to our village, hmm?” Your mother added. He could hear her walk over to you, as though to put a hand on your cheek. He waited with bated breath to see how’d you respond. His heart cracked at the shuddering breath you took. “You’re right. I must’ve gotten carried away,” Jacaerys almost lunged through the door, hearing your shuddering breath. “by the fantasy, I almost forgot. I’m sorry to have wasted your time, and kept you both up.” You shakily said. “It’s okay my sweet boy, just don’t forget again.” Your mother cooed. 

Jacaerys panicked as he heard footsteps draw closer to the door. He stood as quickly as he could before hiding in the kitchen. He peaked around the corner and watched as you entered your room. One of your hands covered your mouth, whilst the other wiped at both eyes. Your shoulders heaved with the weight of their words and expectations. When he saw your door shut he walked back to his room. He felt the walls closing in on him, his alpha begging him to do something, anything for his- this omega. He was enraged and hurt for you. If this is how they spoke to you now, he can’t even imagine the things they’ve said before. “(Y/n) you deserve better than this backwater village.“ Jacaerys wrathfully thought. The impotence, being unable to do anything to help you was eating him alive. He almost drifted asleep, until he heard his door open. He was facing the wall, turned away from the door. He couldn’t be sure who entered. “Jacaerys I can’t go with you.” You sounded tired, beaten down. He wanted to take you into his arms then and there. “I’ve prepared everything for you. I’ll leave the gold and silver here in your room.” A sniffle, a muffled sob, echoed in his ear. “There’s a- uhm- a carriage waiting for you. I’m sure you know how to care for horses, so they’ll last you a while.” You wagered, still sniffling. 

“I know I said to come visit me, but-“ a cry broke your sentence, it was nearly enough to get him to leak comforting pheromones, but he remained lying down, unmoving. “You don’t have to. I want you to move on from this village,” you took a deep breath, as though you could be crushed from the weight of what you were about to say. “from me. From this part of your life.” You spoke solemnly. “Please forget about me. Im sure you’ll meet thousands of omegas better than me. So it’s fine,” you said with bitter longing, “forget about me and focus on your future.” You added. Jacaerys was nearly reduced to tears, but he couldn’t let himself cry, not with you here in the room. He expected to hear you leave but instead you drew closer, and leaned over kissing his cheek. The tears that fell from your eyes landed on his skin, burning and bruising him as they drifted down, branding him as yours forever. He struggled to keep in as you left, when the door shut his tears flowed, drowning out the nagging thought that you didn’t care for him as deeply as he did for you. It was evident with how pained you were, the feeling he felt was the same one that beat in your chest. 

The next morning he got out of bed, made himself presentable and looked around for you. You weren’t in the kitchen, nor outside around the house, he assumed you went about your daily duties without waking him. You must’ve assumed he’d leave without you, and you didn’t need to watch it happen. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, not without you. Not when he felt this certain, this deeply for you. He refused to turn away and let this moment slip through his hands. “If I am to watch my lover die over and over again, to feel that pain countless times, (Y/n), you alone would make it worthwhile.” Jacaerys thought to himself as he stood before your parent’s bedroom. He slipped something into the waistband of his pants before knocking on their door. “Come in.” Your father gruffly answered. Jacaerys opened the door, and shut it behind him. The room was tidy, your father and mother were sat, seemingly entertaining themselves before Jacaerys entered. “What did you need?” Your mother asked her voice neutral. “I’m leaving the village.” Jacaerys said hardened. “Oh yes (Y/n) mentioned something like that.” She said, feigning sadness. “I’m sure he’s taken care of everything for your departure, so feel free to take your leave whenever.” Your father finally spoke. The words were uncourteous, loathing trickled in.  

“He’s forgotten to prepare one thing.” Jacaerys revealed. “That boy.” Your mother said exhausted. “He’s always so forgetful.” She added. “Is it something I can take care of?” She asked. “He forgot to prepare himself. I’m taking him with me.” Jacaerys spoke strongly. Both your mother and father looked at each other briefly before laughing. “I’m not sure what he’s told you, but he isn’t fit to be a mate.” Your mother derided. “Especially not to an alpha like you.” She jeered. “(Y/n) is damaged goods, he’s no good. Find another omega to keep your knot warm in the village.” Your farther derisively remarked. “Not to me. Not if it’s him.” Jacaerys angrily defended you, his pheromones leaking out with his rage. Your father laughed again, ridiculing the man, the alpha before him. “If you knew what he was, you wouldn’t be saying that.” Your father spoke, as though any revelation about you could shatter Jacaerys’ infatuation with you. “You see, our son is cursed. He is-“”He’s a witch.” Jacaerys beat them to it. “Is that what you were about to inform me of?” He angrily asked. “It does not matter. I am leaving and he is coming with me.” He heatedly declared.

“You will not be taking him. He is a curse on our village. He will live and die here.” Your father asserted, standing up to intimated Jacaerys. “He will live to see the rest of the world, and he will die by my side you repugnant oaf.” Jacaerys argued. “We’ll not allow it!” Your mother shouted. “We will rally our neighbors and rid ourselves of you.” Your mother cut in, already trying to leave to make good on her threat. “No you won’t because if you do I’ll curse this land myself.” Jacaerys threatened. “I’d like to see you try, you’re full of empty threats and bluffs.” Your father goaded. Jacaerys pulled out the knife he stowed earlier, and brought it up before driving it downwards. The blade cut through muscles, arteries, veins, and tendons as it passed through his throat. The blood sprayed from the wound covering your father and mother, the ground, and the walls. They both screamed in fear as they watched the wound begin to close itself up. Your father and mother both tumbled over themselves as they backed away. “W-What are y-you?” Your mother asked as she cowered in fear, trying to hide behind her husband. 

“I am immortal. And I will lay my curse upon this entire village placing the blame at your feet.” Jacaerys menaced. Your father and mother both went wide eyed as they looked to each other and back. “Please spare us!” They begged, trying to grovel at his feet. “I’m taking (Y/n) with me. You will give him your blessing, and you will let him find happiness.” Jacaerys demanded. “Or I will finish what I’ve started. Do you understand?” He intimidated them effortlessly. They both nodded rapidly, anything to get rid of him and now you. “Clean this mess up.” He spoke as he left to freshen up and get rid of the blood stained clothes. Jacaerys watched as you returned home, an air of melancholy and heartbreak around you. He watched as you looked confused seeing the horses and carriage still present. You timidly continued on, trying to sneak into the house, but Jacaerys was already waiting for you in the kitchen, with your parents. “Mother, father.” You sheepishly greeted. “Jacaerys.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were beaten down, meeting his gaze might make you think foolish things again. 

“I thought you’d have left by now.” You spoke, as you sat down. “I couldn’t leave. Not without my most prized treasure.” He said warmly. “I thought I packaged up all your belongings? Did I miss something?” You asked, tilting your head, your eyes squinting as you stared off into the distance. “You did.” Jacaerys said lowly, leaning in closer to you. “You didn’t package yourself up.” He said lovingly. Your eyes widened as your gaze shot up to meet his. Your eyes flashed with a multitude of emotions, before your gaze hardened and you forced them all away. “I can’t go with you, my place is here. Yours doesn’t have to be.” You spoke without an ounce of emotion. Jacaerys was unperturbed, he knew now how you truly felt. “This doesn’t have to be your place either, I want you by my side. You make my immortality bearable. If you’re by my side it’s all worth it.” Jacaerys assured. Your eyes flickered with that warm emotion, the one that stormed in his chest and yours. Once more that light died, like a bucket of water poured atop of a candle. “There are better omegas than myself.” You softly said. “I care for none of them. I want none of them if it’s not you.” Jacaerys passionately declared. 

With your gaze on the table Jacaerys shot a look to your parents. They stiffened in fear before calming down. “(Y/n) you should go with him.” Your father tensely said. His grip on the table was enough to splinter the wood. Your head shot up, as your eyes looked him over. “He’s right (Y/n). You’ve lived a long life here in our village, maybe you should experience the world outside of it.” Your mother added, the tremble in her voice going unnoticed by you. You blinked once, twice, you looked like you had misheard them. “What?” You breathily questioned. “You’re telling me to go with him?” You questioned with disbelief.  “Leave. Go be with Jacaerys.” Your father repeated himself. You looked to Jacaerys eyes wide and shinning. “Will you come with me?” He asked, his hand outstretched. “We have the world to see.” His words laced with a silent promise. As long as he lived you would never again know the depths you’ve been accustomed to. 

“I will.” You softly assured, hand going to his. “You won’t regret it.” Jacaerys assured, his fingers interlacing with you. ”I want you by my side, forevermore.” He spoke, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it. Jacaerys helped you pack up your room, taking what belongings you had and loading them on to the carriage. Without another word he pulled the leads, the horses started their pace. He watched as you turned one last time to look at the house you had grown up in. “Are you excited?” Jacaerys asked, looking at you from his peripheral. “Very much so.” You excitedly said. “Thank you for taking me with you.” You shyly spoke. “Thinking nothing of it.” Jacaerys replied, before a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. It stretched for minuets, though it felt like hours. “Now or never Jacaerys.” He thought to himself. “(Y/n).” He said. “Yes?” You responded looking to him. “You don’t have to say it to me, right this instant.” He started. “But I want you know and be aware so there’s no misunderstandings later.” He explained. “What are you talking about?” You asked, tilting your head again. The words felt heavy on his tongue, but they felt oh so right. This moment, this point in time, everything was as it should be. He turned to face you. His smile brighter than it had been days past. “(Y/n),” the world seemed to stop, the sun shined brighter, the birds sang with more gusto, “I love you.” He proclaimed before the world and god above. 

“That was the very first time I ever said those three magic words to him.” Jacaerys mused as the bus stopped in front of another building. He watched you with such bittersweet longing. How would he say them? Whisper them sweetly into your ear, or proclaim it loudly in a business meeting? How would you react in this life if he were to say those words to you now? His eyes met yours again, as you stood up and motioned for him to do the same. You got off the bus and went in, securing a room, drinks, and snacks all with your company card. “Beat me to it again I see.” Jacaerys spoke as he approached you. “You’ll have to be much quicker and attentive if you want to put it on your card Jacaerys.” You laughed. There it was again. His name being sung beautifully by you. It tore him at the seams, he could relish this version of you for all your life, but could he live with himself knowing he hid what he did to you? He didn’t get to think too long about it as you lead the remaining group to the room. You sat down placing your phone on the table. When everyone else was seated, Janet decided to go first. While she was picking out a song, Jacaerys noticed your phone going off. “Visenya (L/n).” The name and a photo displayed on the screen. 

She looked like you. Her hair similar to yours, except brown. Her eyes and nose identical to yours. When you saw your phone going off you perked up immediately, grabbing it and stepping out, even as Janet protested. “At least try to come back for the second half of my song!” She shouted as you walked away. “If you miss the whole thing you’re going next!” She added, cleared her throat before starting the night with a Chappell Roan song, as the intro to Good Luck, Babe! played she took a deep breath before singing. Jacaerys waited a few moments before following you out. He needed answers to the questions that swirled. Who was Visenya (L/n)? Was she your mother in this life? An aunt? A cousin perhaps? Jacaerys’ mind spiraled as he realized it could even be your mate in this life. He slowed down, coming closer as quietly as he could, when he started to hear your voice more clearly. 

“I’ll have to fix that.” You spoke with a laugh. “Who are they to you (y/n)?” Jacaerys thought as he watched your face become more expressive as your conversation continued. “You know why.” You said with a hollow chuckle. “Exactly because of that.” You spoke softly, whatever it was seemed to weigh deeply on you. “But that’s about it honey. The deal went well, we went out to dinner and now we’re doing karaoke.” You recounted to this woman. ‘Honey.’ The pet name made Jacaerys green with envy. He had been without your cute nicknames for so long, hearing you call another so sweetly sears him from within. “Enough about me though, what about you? Any breakthrough in your research?” You asked. “Is she an employee at Innovative Tech?” Jacaerys mused. “Hmm. Well I can take a look later if you want? I might be able to help.” You suggested, to whatever issues this person might be having. Clearly they weren’t fit to be your mate, not like Jacaerys is. And yet you so easily offered up your time and attention to them. “Great! I’ll try to get off work early, but I’ll text you first.” You cheerily said. “Okay sweetie. Goodnight.” You spoke loving into the phone. Jacaerys quickly returned to the karaoke room. “You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling!” Janet belted out straight into the mic. Jacaerys quickly sat and clapped with everyone else, thoroughly impressed with the little snippet he heard.

As soon as you entered the music had stopped and Janet shot you the hard glare you’d ever gotten from her. “Weeks- no months! Months begging you to do karaoke with me, and you miss my song!” She whined, hands on your shoulders shaking you. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You laughed, hands up in defeat. “You’re next!” She demanded as she pushed you to the stage. “Oh god…” you whined hand covering half your face in embarrassment. “If anyone records this, they’re getting a cease and desist, AND an NDA.” You spoke seriously into the mic. They all nodded, but your employees seemed extra excited to witness this. Jacaerys watched with bated breath, he’d get to hear your singing for the first time in centuries. His eyes followed as you scrolled on the tablet before selecting a song. You cleared your throat, moving to the center stage as the beat to Ojitos Lindos played. Everyone cheered absolutely giddy, whilst Jacaerys leaned back, absolutely ready to indulge in your voice.  “Hace mucho tiempo le hago caso al corazón~” you sung beautifully, melodically into the mic. The words hit Jacaerys, striking an all too familiar cord. He had lived long enough to familiarize himself with a multitude of languages and Spanish was no different. 

Jacaerys could feel himself getting lost in you, in your melody. The lyrics kept stoking the past and present seeming to collide the both of them. The ever present love he has for you, and the guilt of what he had done to you. Each new like you started seemed like a call back to your shared last. Had it affected you too? Despite not knowing him in this life? Did you feel the loss and ache, the gnawing emptiness from having your other half missing? He wanted to ask you directly, but how could he? Would you think he’s crazy? Would you laugh in his face? He sat feeling worser and worser as the song continued, while simultaneously feeling the ever increasing depths of his love for you. You continued to vocally dance through the song. Jacaerys repeated the lyrics to himself. He felt his eyes welling with tears. Was this a cruel joke the universe was playing on him? For his crime? Or was it a sign that there was hope for the two of you? Jacaerys shook his head, trying to wave off the past and be present in this moment. Even if each word, every syllable rended his flesh from his bone. He always thought you looked beautiful in the moonlight, but here and now under the neon lights and laser, with the strobe light casting a multitude of colors on you? You looked even better than he could remember. He discreetly wiped his tears, before focusing on you and allowing himself an indulgence in this moment.

He was breathless as the song ended. He relished every twirl, the way your Adam’s apple bobbed, everything. “How was that?” You asked him as you sat down next to him. “You were…” he paused, as though the thesaurus in his mind have a word to describe you. “Phenomenal.” He whispered. “Thank you Jacaerys.” You said with a smile as you took a sip of your cocktail. Jacaerys bit his lip, he couldn’t let you go home, he himself couldn’t go home without bridging this distance even just a bit. Jacaerys knocked back his drink in one fell swoop, before ordering another and doing the same. “Woah Jacaerys, you really know how to handle liquor.” You laughed, taking another sip. He was finally feeling buzzed, the alcohol catching up with him. “So, (Y/n), in the interest of,” he trailed off before finding the thread, “fostering camaraderie between us, I have a proposition.” He suggested nonchalantly, or at least trying his hardest to look it. “Let me hear it.” You spoke, leaning to make sure he heard it over the music playing. “Why don’t we get to know each other,” he paused, before pressing forward, “more deeply?” Jacaerys put forth, a smile tugging at his lips. “And perhaps trade secrets?” He added a slight slur to his words. His face was red, blood rushing to the surface as the buzz really took effect. 

“Trade secrets?” You said with light skepticism. “You wouldn’t be trying to entice me into corporate espionage are you?” You giggled, hiccuping slightly. “No never that. I wouldn’t do that to you.” Jacaerys said resting his head on the palm of his hand. He watched as your gaze shifted, before tepidly settling. “Okay.” You said, leaning back, crossing your arms. “You first though.” You added. Jacaerys smiled, it’s always been like this. A gentle dance, a subtle push and pull. You just can’t help but submit to him, like a drug that you can’t get enough of, or sickness encoded into your DNA, your very being. “Let’s see.” Jacaerys spoke, as though flipping through a Rolodex. “I’m an alpha,” he said with a smirk, “I have no mate or children.” he added wistfully, full of regret and longing. “My job is my life, but I’m open to something more, I want something more now.” He smiled. “Mmm.” You hummed, trying not to laugh. When your giggles died down, it was like wind had been taken out of your sails. Your gaze dropped to the table, all emotion gone, your eyebrows flat, everything about it scream neutral, but Jacaerys could feel something burning underneath. 

“I’m an omega,” you spoke lowly, you swallowed before continuing, “I have a daughter, no mate though.” You revealed, your eyes studied his expression. Seeming to look for any sign of judgment or reproach. “That’s wonderful.” Jacaerys softly said. Your arms dropped to your sides, your eyes softened. He gritted his teeth, though he kept his overall composure. The thought that another had you, claimed you, and relinquished you at best, and abandoned you, harmed you at worst, seared him. They hadn’t cherished you as they should’ve, left you to be a single father while they did god knows what, who knows where. “You look like you’d make a great father.” Jacaerys whispered, his bitter longing becoming almost entirely too much for him to bear. “Thank you.” You whispered, your voice shuddering. A history of depreciation, judgmental stares, and accusations weighed your words down. “If you don’t mind me asking…” Jacaerys paused, trying to gauge your reaction. You nodded, giving him hope. “Who’s the sire?” He asked, his lips felt dry, his throat scratchy as the words hung in the air. 

You looked down to your hands, fiddling with your fingers. Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked? Was it a sore topic? Did they cheat on you? Was it a messy divorce and separation? As president of a major company you’d be able to bury any story that threatened you, Jacaerys doubted he’d find anything through the internet or background check. “I don’t know.” You said offhandedly. Jacaerys froze, his breathing hitched. His alpha almost out of his control. Had you been taken advantage of? He’d kill them. Bury them deeply, never to be seen again. “Were you…” he hesitated. Despite the ages he’s known you, you just met him today. Would you trust him with such a secret? He took a deep breath, he’s already come this far. “Were you hurt?” He asked, the implication heavy and thick. Your head shot up to look at him. “Oh no! Nothing like that.” You assured hurriedly. “It’s just-“ you stopped, taking a breath. “My daughter hasn’t told me. She’s lived a long life, so I’m certain she knows.” You spoke. “She just hasn’t told me.” You added. “Why would she know but not you?” Jacaerys thought to himself, his brow furrowing in confusion. “How long a life has she lived exactly?” Jacaerys pondered, before something unsettling washed over him. ‘Lived a long life’ is he how he’d describe his immortality prior.

“How long a life exactly?” Jacaerys asked with awkward chuckle. “Longer than most, I assume.” You laughed. It was starting to click for Jacaerys, but he had plausible deniability. He couldn’t be sure, and if he asked point blank would you look at him like he was insane? He didn’t want to believe his train of thought, but the way your eyes widened and your hand shot over your mouth was a sign he couldn’t ignore. “Longer than most?” He asked again tepidly, his hands gripping his thigh. Your eyes darted to his, your hand slowly came off your mouth. He saw your lips moving ever so slightly, as though mumbling something he couldn’t hear. He thought he saw a flash of white, or a flash of green? He couldn’t be sure with the neon lights all on you, but his instincts told him, you had just cast a spell. “That was a poor joke. She’s just turned twenty five, but it all just feels so fast.” You smiled, but your voice measured and calm, devoid of the emotion you hoped to convey. Jacaerys looked you over, you no longer had the telltale signs of being buzzed, they had disappeared in an instant. 

You had a mask on, one Jacaerys could see and read, but not fully decipher. He awkwardly chuckled, before clearing his throat. “Kids do that hmm?” Jacaerys spoke. “Seems like they’re babies one day, and full grown the next.” He added. He saw your shoulders sag, the previous tension in your muscles slowly dissipating. “Exactly. You get it.” You said with smile. Jacaerys nodded before taking another sip of his drink. “So…” he trialed off before finding his footing again. “Do you have any other secret you’d want to disclose now?” He asked calmly, his eyes combing over every little aspect of you. Nothing escaped his notice, the twitch in your facial muscles, the way your shoulders would tense before relaxing. “Can’t think of anything else I’d want to share.” You deflected. “Truly?” Jacaerys pressed. “Well lead by example. Secrets is much too vague.” You fought back. “Something deeply personal about ourselves. Something you’ve never shared with anyone prior.” Jacaerys clarified, he could tell you were getting nervous, antsy. 

“Thanks for elaborating,” you smiled, it was tighter this time, like you were annoyed he kept pressing. “I still can’t think of a single thing.” You pouted. Jacaerys stared into your eyes deeper than he’d done so far. He blinked before looking down to his drink, swirling its contents. “Yea I’m sure. I don’t know why I thought you’d reveal you’re a witch to me.” He spoke. “You just met me today.” He added. As he brought the cup to his mouth to take a sip, he panicked. He drank too much, he’d gotten too buzzed. It was a slip of the tongue, something he hadn’t meant to say, nor wanted to, not in this moment at least. His eyes met your face, and he knew you realized it then. The way your eyes had widened, the way your body seemed poised to strike, the way your body seemed to tremble as it grappled with emotion. 

[gayaristocrat]

To my eternity

A/n: was chatting with a friend when this came to mind. I thought about this all day yesterday, needed to write it idk. ~6.3k words

Warnings: Medieval to Modern AU, angst(?), male reader dies (in one lifetime), betrayal, a/b/o (alpha jacaerys velaryon x omega male reader), Jacaerys is immortal, Male reader is a witch, death and descriptions of it, poison and the results of being poisoned. That’s all I think, sorry if I missed any!

“Jacaerys please! Please don’t do this to us!” Your scream rang out. He could hear, even feel the tension as you struggled against your binds. “You know I didn’t do it!” You pleaded. It was a sickening sight. The tears falling from your face. The tone of your voice. He faltered for the briefest moment. He was disgusted with himself, you had almost convinced him. “You will confuse and enthrall me no longer witch!” He seethed, before turning away from you. It was insult to your injury. He knew how you felt being called a witch and he spat it at you with such heavy venom and vitriol. “Jacaerys I swear it on my life! I would never do anything to hurt you or your kingdom!” You shouted again, trying your hardest to convince him. “Who better than I know how much you labored for this?!” You asked, attempting to appeal to your shared long lived past. You almost convinced him again. He was acutely aware of the history between you and him. A love story spanning eons, across multiple lifetimes. You found him first, at his lowest. Loathing his predicament, his lifespan that stretched into eternity. You who had given him a hand, without judgment. You who had never seen it as a curse he did something to deserve. After that first encounter he always looked for you, and somehow always managed to find you. He was immortal, cursed, or blessed depending on who you asked, to never age, to never die. You on the other hand were mortal. You grew, you bled, you aged, and above all, you died. But time and time again, the two of you found each other, and fell in love, over and over again. 

He knew you more intimately than he’d ever told you in this lifetime. Sometimes it’d slip out in the way he spoke to you, or in the way he’d make an inside joke from a prior lifetime. Sometimes you’d regain your past memories, falling deeper in love with him. Other times you never did. “Stop lying! I know it was you! They know it was you!” He shouted back, turning to face you with a torch in hand. “Jacaerys please!” You begged harder, your eyes widened, your fear was palpable. He saw how your wrists turn raw and red from fighting against the rope. Your voice haggard as the shouting tore your voice box. “This is your punishment. I pray our paths never cross again, for your sake.” He spat, tossing the torch at you. Time ground to a slow trickle. He was powerless, unable to do anything but watch as the torch cartwheeled towards you. Frozen in place as he relived the worst mistake he had ever made. The flames licked at your features, evaporating the tears on your face. The torch landed at the base of your stake, immediately lighting the bundles beneath you. You screamed and writhed in pain, indignation, and the worst heartbreak you’d ever felt in your life. You struggled even harder against the binds, to no avail as the embers claimed more and more of you. The look in your eyes as you looked to him for last time nearly broke him. Then it infuriated him. After what you had done how could you still blame him for protecting his kingdom, his people, over you, his omega? You shut your eyes, tears streaming down again, and began to whisper something, a chant he couldn’t understand, a spell of some sorts perhaps? It didn’t help that it was intercut with your screams. But it didn’t matter, not really. Not as the flames climbed and climbed, wrapping you up tighter than the oil soaked ropes that held you in place, hugging your figure tighter than the oil laden garments he forced you into himself. 

Jacaerys watched in anger, brows furrowed, lips downcast into a scowl. His nails dug into the flesh of his palm, his blood dripping and mixing with the soil beneath. He couldn’t believe that even in death you refused to admit to your crime. A hundred families in his kingdom poisoned. Mothers, fathers, children, babes, all had perished. The cause, a concoction his advisors claimed only a magic-born, a witch, would know. And there he stood, until the sun sank into the horizon, and the moon took its place. “You did what you needed to Your Hrace.” Hugh spoke reassuringly. “He was a villain, such retribution was necessary.” Annabel sultrily whispered. “In time your heart will heal Your Grace.”Claude added, his expression was unreadable then, but he quickly learned what emotion danced behind Claude’s visage. You were nothing but ashes by then, your name had left a horrible taste in his mouth. You had left a horrible taste in his mouth, despite how sweet and intoxicating you use to be. As the flames died down he couldn’t help but think…’What if I was wrong?’. He shook his head waving off the thought. You were a witch. He’d seen you enthrall people for your own gain, for his gain. Seen you use others as you pleased, always with some alleged greater purpose in mind. This was something you were capable of…right? The last thing he remembered was the way the wind seemed to cry as it carried your ashes far from this place. Far from the grasp of the lover who betrayed and scorned you. 

Jacaerys shot up in bed, tears streaming down his face, hyperventilating. His hand shot to his chest, feeling himself, his heart beat. He leaned over, struggling to keep himself together, his hand drifted over to the necklace he wore. His skin seared as he held it, but he coddled it regardless. A silent prayer for you to return to him, for you to be found once more. It was 24 karat gold, you had fashioned it with magic. It was his initials and yours, intertwined, lilies blossomed from their union, it was fixed on a heart background. Fitted with the rarest gems of the time, and you had blessed it to never tarnish and always sparkle. You had enchanted it to always return to him, should he misplace it or should someone attempt to steal it from him. You were always like that. Thinking of the future, doing what you could for him, for his dreams and aspirations. “Why didn’t I question it then? Why didn’t I believe you?” He sobbed out loud. It had been centuries since then, since you died, since he killed you. He buried his face in his hands, as though he hoped to hide his shame from the world. His mind drifted to you again, the day you died it was as if the magic in his life and kingdom had began to fade. He didn’t know if he could blame you, after all he could never decipher your death chant, but what happened after couldn’t be denied.

The harmonious life enjoyed by all in his kingdom was a facade, a coat of paint that started to crack and chip as soon as your presence was gone. The first to fall were the lamps. They no longer ran with water, nor were they inextinguishable. Then the water supply seemed to turn. The water that flowed into his kingdom, was no longer potable, it needed to be boiled. Lest the pests and vermin make his subjects sick. The ground was no longer always in pristine condition. The kingdom had lagged behind its rival nations because of you, because of your influence. They had grown accustomed to the ease your presence provided. With you gone, the farmers were not equipped to continue their agriculture without your magic. Whilst other kingdoms had already discovered and implemented crop rotations, Jacaerys’ kingdom lagged behind by a century, if not decades. It seemed like nature, the world beyond the walls that encased his kingdom turned on them. Wanted them dead and gone, for what they had done to you. The people, his subjects, were at best fair weather ‘friends’, if you could even call them that, and duplicitous at worst. 

When your execution was ordered and carried out, they cheered. They had broken bread with you, blessed your name and your gifts for what it provided them, they sang your praises. Then they held festivals in the days after the wind had carried you away, toasting the king for his diligence. For his sense of duty. They knew it was no easy task for an alpha to leave their omega, and Jacaerys as king, had to kill you, his bonded mate, for your crimes. But as the hardships mounted, and Jacaerys struggled to provide solutions that measured up to the convenience you provided, they began to curse his name. More and more angry subjects turned up to berate him in his castle when he held court. More and more subjects began to turn their nose at him when he tried to hold royal progressions. But nothing spurned him more than when whispers began to circulate. 

‘What if (y/n) was innocent? What if the king killed those people and framed (Y/n) because we loved him more?’ 

‘(Y/n) always treated us kindly. He ensured we had fully bellies, he healed us with his divine magic. What has King Jacaerys done other than take him from us?’

‘You still believe (y/n) poisoned the well? Bah! It had to be King Jacaerys. He could not tolerate his omega being more beloved than himself.’

Their rumors quickly made way to his ears. Each dug into him like a sharpened blade, and twisted. Each word shattered his ear drum, each word broke his resolve. In the months after he had started to harbor doubts about the whole situation. He’d never seen you make potions before. You told him you didn’t need to, your magic was potent. If you wanted to make a potion you could just bottle up some water and enchant it with the desired effect. ‘Why…’ He thought, before dismissing it with a bitter chuckle. There was no point in questioning it now.

“Why!? Pray tell do my subjects think I poisoned those families?” Jacaerys seethed, slamming his hands on the table. His advisors tensed before looking to each other. “My king, perhaps if you do another progress-“”So that they may pelt me with their garbage?! So that they may curse my name directly before me?!” Jacaerys raged, cutting him off. Jacaerys looked around the table, most of his advisors avoided his gaze.“Perhaps you need a break, what you’ve done is no easy task. Maybe a visit to the neighboring kingdom would do you some good.” Another suggested. “Are you mad? I can picture it already. ‘King Jacaerys has left us at our most vulnerable to partake of cake and pleasures we can only dream of while we toil in squalor.’ Do you wish for them to hate me even more?!” Jacaerys wrathfully pointed out. “Perhaps there’s a left over draught in (Y/n)’s potion lab that might aid you?” Another suggested. “(Y/n) didn’t have a potion lab. He didn’t need one.” Jacaerys said, waving off the idea. Jacaerys couldn’t ignore the silence and tense air that befell the hall. Jacaerys quirked his head to the side as the nagging doubt within him became too loud to ignore. 

“Where exactly did you lot find the poison (y/n) allegedly made?” Jacaerys questioned as he realized what he had said prior. ‘(Y/n) didn’t have a potion lab. He didn’t need one.’ So how could they have possibly found it in there? “We found it in the royal stores, my king.” One revealed his voice shaking, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly. Jacaerys’ chest grew tighter, his mind raced. A contradiction. That advisor slipped up, gave way and forgot the carefully constructed story. “Mmm the royal stores?” Jacaerys parroted back with disbelief. “Why was I informed differently? Why was I told it was found in his potion lab, a lab he does NOT have?” Jacaerys growled. His alpha recoiling, his pheromones adding to the crushing weight of his presence. No one spoke up, none had even taken a breath. “Lost for words are you all?” Jacaerys angrily questioned, his gaze sweeping over them all. None dared to speak or even breathe. “Guards!” He yelled. In an instant they breached the council room. “Ensure no one leaves this room.” Jacaerys commanded as he left. He walked with purpose, powerfully, to the royal treasurer. “I need the ledgers for the year (Y/n) was executed and the year prior.” Jacaerys demanded, immediately upon his entrance.  

“For what would you need those, my king?” The treasure asked. He was sweating, his voice trembled, he was frightened. He was acting like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t be. “If you want to keep your head you’ll do as you’re told.” Jacaerys replied emotionless. The treasurer nodded, digging in his desk for the very records Jacaerys had asked for. When he found them, he handed them over with a shaky grip. Jacaerys yanked the books out of his hand and returned to the council room. He slammed the books down onto the table. He leaned over resting on the ball of his palms. “Does anyone have any desire to elaborate on the inconsistencies?” Jacaerys asked again. His voice shook with emotion. He didn’t know what he was doing. If the ledgers proved you had in fact bought the potion, then he intimidated and threatened his advisors for nothing. If the ledgers proved you hadn’t, what could be done? Why hadn’t he paused for a more thorough investigation? Why had they all be so insistent on your execution then and there? 

None of it mattered. Regardless of the outcome he failed, be it as king or as your alpha. His gaze grew more and more fraught as none dared to speak up. These were his advisors, men and women he trusted to aid in leading the kingdom to even greater splendor. Men and women he trusted despite your suggestion that they had hidden agendas. They always had words to offer, solicited or otherwise. Why did they lack the wit now? “Very well.” Jacaerys seethed as he perused through the ledger. Sound of pages turning made them all tense and shake in their seats. “Your Grace…?” One finally spoke. The pages stopped, as Jacaerys eyes darted to them. “Bite your tongue Claude!” Another demanded, a hushed agreement, one established prior, seemed to ring out in their minds. Jacaerys shot out of his chair, approaching Claude. Jacaerys gripped his face with once hand, pulling him close and nearly out of his seat. “Speak, and you may yet live. Speak now, and I may spare you yet.” Jacaerys spat through gritted teeth. 

Claude looked to the other advisors, their furious gaze burning holes into his side. “Your Grace…(Y/n) did not make or purchase the poison.” Claude spoke lowly, his voice shaking and his eyes shutting as he accepted his guilt and complacency. “Your Grace he’s lying!”Hugh shouted. “Silence!” Jacaerys retorted, turning to shout directly at him.  “What?” Jacaerys whispered with wild disbelief, as his eyes locked back on to Claude. “(Y/n) was a powerful witch, as you well know. If he had need or cause to…remove a hundred families, he could do so of his own accord. He would not resort to underhanded tactics like poisoning a well.” Claude spoke, his voice above a whisper. That was something Jacaerys knew all too well. In a past life you moved mountains and lakes for to him establish the perfect foundation for his rule. “This is not new to me Claude.” Jacaerys fumed. “Speak plainly.” He demanded. “If you should look inside the ledger…you’ll find (Y/n) did not purchase the poison used. Nor ingredients to make them.” Claude admitted. Jacaerys felt his chest tighten, he took deep heaving breaths. No amount of air seemed to alleviate the burn he felt, the way his chest expanded and contracted felt like his ribs would shatter under the guilt. “Who did?” Jacaerys glowered. Claude swallowed harshly, the name on the tip of his tongue. Claude looked to his fellow advisors once more, perhaps in regret that he spoke up. 

“Claude you will answer me or you’ll regret it for the rest of your short life.” Jacaerys threatened, his nails beginning to dig into the flesh of his cheeks. “Hugh did.” He uttered, voice trembling. Jacaerys fingers eased up, pushing Claude back into the seat. In an instant his hand wrapped itself around Hugh’s throat. His alpha and adrenaline adding to the strength in his body. He lifted Hugh from his seat. “Why?” Jacaerys uttered his pupils blown out with regret and wrath. “My king-“ He choked out. “You’re hurtin- me!” Hugh begged his hands clawing at Jacaerys own. “I should do far worse for what you lot made me do.” Jacaerys bristled. “Explain yourself or I’ll send your head to your wife and children. A gift before I take theirs.” He pressured. Hugh’s eyes widened as he began to realize the weight Jacaerys had been carrying. They had all hope with the crime you’d been accused of he’d be too angry to mourn. That he’d move on, that he’d be happy, elated, to move on from you, and that irredeemable stain. “It was necessary-“ Hugh’s struggles became weaker and weaker. “It was necessary?” Jacaerys parroted back with confusion. “Your subjects looked to him, more than they did to you. We merely secured the crown.” Annabelle spoke up, finishing Hugh’s sentence. 

Hugh dropped to his chair, breathing relentlessly, coughing, trying to catch his breath as Jacaerys grip released him. “It is as she says Your Grace.” He sputtered. “We did it for you.” Hugh added still out of breath. Jacaerys felt his mind struggling to process the revelation. It was like he’d break under the weight of it all. But then before it could happen, something shifted. Like a switch had been flipped. A cruel smile appeared on his face, as his eye twitched. “My what wonderful, and thoughtful advisors I have.” He spoke calmly. “I finally understand.” He chuckled. “I cannot allow the sacrifices you’ve all made…”Jacaerys paused, gritting his teeth. “I know what I must do.” Jacaerys added, as he left the council room. From that moment on it was like you had never existed. He was never seen again in the wing of the castle he designated as yours. While his advisors had gotten what they wanted it sent a chill through them, Jacaerys’ behavior had unsettled them. He planned and plotted, right under their noses. 

In the decades after, it seemed like the necklace burned him anytime he thought of you. As though it was reminding him of the fate he had condemned you to. Before he could further fall into the spiral your memory had sent him on, his alarm went off, pulling his attention back to his daily life now. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, getting out of bed and into his shower. He stared listlessly as his hands worked on their own accord to cleanse him. He donned his best suit, choosing his nicest shoes, and most expensive watch. He looked in the mirror again. “You always had a better sense of style and fashion. Even as you adjusted to the new age you found yourself in. Would you compliment me? Would you change anything about these drab garments?” He questioned, before shaking his head and leaving his penthouse apartment. His chauffeur waited for him on the ground floor ready to drive him to Velaryon Enterprises. After the fall of his kingdom, he had searched far and wide, casting a far net in the hopes he’d find you in this corner or that recess of the world. With nothing but his horse he continued his search, stopping for very little time, and disappearing before anyone got to know him better, before he could be tempted to lay down roots. 

For centuries he searched tirelessly for you, armed only with your spell book and journal you had penned. It wasn’t until he reached North America, what would become modern day New York, that he had put a pause on his search. It was the start of the Industrial Revolution, and if he wanted to be more efficient he needed capital. His search thus far had yielded no fruit, and only served to exhaust and exasperate him. In the years that came he established Velaryon Enterprises. It started as a humble steel production company, before branching out into tools, then steam engines, becoming a key supplier for railroads, and international shipping. Now in the modern age, it’s a heavy weight Fortune 500 company. A leader in the technology industry, having branched out further and leaving behind their ancient steel working beginnings, in favor of more lucrative avenues. Jacaerys huffed, taking a deep breath as his chauffeur stopped in front of the building. “Thank you Jon.” He spoke as he exited and entered the building. He carried a small smile, enough to make his employees think he’s friendly without them expecting more from him. “Oh Mr. Velaryon! I’m glad I ran into you!” Adrien spoke, handing him a cup of coffee. “You have to make key decisions so the product development team can move forward.” Adrien started flipping through his planner. “Oh! Don’t forget today we have a meeting with Innovative Tech.” Adrien added, as he and Jacaerys hopped on the elevator. 

“Thank you Adrien.” Jacaerys spoke. His mind still a buzz. He didn’t even know why he had an assistant. Though since HR strong armed him into allowing them to hire one he just went along with it. Jacaerys was nodding along and peppering in ‘oh really?’s into conversation as Adrien went on and on about his weekend. Jacaerys only commented and spoke when prompted by Adrien’s questions about upcoming meetings, the design team shenanigans, etc. nothing more, nothing less. The elevator ride was far more chattier than Jacaerys had hoped, but if he wanted his empire to thrive, he’d endure it. He couldn’t exactly burn a company as large and valuable as his to the ground without repercussions. As documents, contracts, designs, and product deployments made way to his desk, he approved and declined, gave notes and critiques, all on autopilot. Until Adrien came into his office to remind him again of the meeting he should’ve been looking forward to. But he couldn’t. He’d been going through the motions since he decided to lay roots here, in the city that never sleeps. He’d always wondered how his kingdom would’ve turned out if you were still by his side. Would it have been as grand and alluring as New York was? He cleared his throat, hoping to clear his mind as Adrien, his team, and himself made way to the conference room. Some Innovative Tech employees were already sat and waiting. 

The air seemed to shift once the Velaryon Enterprises employees had entered. Everyone sat down, some taking sips of their water, their coffee, or their tea as they waited. Jacaerys was a patient man, he had to be or he couldn’t have lived for as long as he had without going mad. But as the minuets passed and turned to hours, he began to check his watch frequently. “Good afternoon, Mr. Velaryon. My name is Janet.” She introduced herself. “We normally wait for our president to do introductions but…” She trailed off not wanting to speak negatively about the man signing her check. “Allow me to be the first to offer our apologies Mr. Velaryon.” She sheepishly spoke. “Our president is usually late, we’ve taken to lying about meeting times to get him to arrive on time,” She joked, as she looked to her clock. “but even this is a bit much.” She admitted, hand behind her head. “Mr. Velaryon, this partnership would be very beneficial to our company.” Adrien whispered. “How so? Look at how long we’ve waited.” Jacaerys questioned, his face riddled with disbelief. “Their president is known for his prowess and the weight he pulls in this industry.” Adrien leaned in and quickly informed him of their president’s importance. “In my opinion, it’s worth waiting however long it takes for him to arrive.” Adrien spoke, his voice teetering the edge of pleading and outright begging. 

Jacaerys nodded before turning his attention to groveling Innovative Tech employee. “Well it’s not an issue. I’ve heard great things about him, so I look forward to meeting him today. Even if we have to take lunch and/or possibly dinner here in this room.” Jacaerys said with a smile, taking out his black Amex, and handing it to Adrien. “Take everyone’s orders now, depending on how long this goes you can order lunch or Uber it if you please.” Jacaerys requested Adrien. “As you wish sir.” Adrien responded taking the card. Jacaerys leaned back in his chair staring straight up at the ceiling as his mind drifted to you again. 

Under the cover of night, Jacaerys had found himself spending more and more time in your sanctum. He ensured the knights posted were all loyal to him and him alone. Such secrecy was needed as he inspected the last place you had physically been in. He could still remember your face when he barged in with guards to arrest you. The way your eyes crinkled thinking he was jesting, then betrayal as the cuffs came on and you were manhandled out into the courtyard. He looked around the room vigorously, combing over every stone, every plant, every drawer. If it was present in your sanctum, Jacaerys had made contact with it at least once. It was how he found your spell book and your journal. The book was hidden away from the world, beneath one of the bricks that composed the ground. He’d seen it before once or twice. You held on to it closely, as though to keep it from prying eyes. Jacaerys’ heart ached as he opened it. 

‘Today I met someone. 

His name is Jacaerys Velaryon. He introduced himself as though it was the first time we had met. But his voice sounded much too familiar to me. Like home. 

I wonder if he felt the same?’

Jacaerys breathing hitched. He hasn’t exposed your shared history yet, preferring to ease you into it. And yet it seemed like your heart and soul recognized him immediately. 

‘Today Jacaerys took me far from my village. 

I can’t say I’ll miss them given how they treated me, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve left home with him by my side. 

Jacaerys tears fell onto the page, hydrating and smudging the ink you had woven into the pages. 

‘Today Jacaerys confessed to me. 

He told me he loved me for the first time, but the words struck a chord i didn’t realize was in me. It didn’t feel like he said it for the first time. 

“Did you know?” He wondered. You were powerful stronger than him and most that he knew. With a single chant or wave of your hand you were able to pull a constructed castle from the ground for him. It wouldn’t have shocked if you did, he wondered perhaps selfishly if you did know and refused to mention it. 

‘Today I told him I loved him. 

The words rolled off my tongue so effortlessly. Like some part of me had been waiting to admit to it. 

I should be scared of this emotion, but it feels so natural giving into it for him.’

Jacaerys sobbed as he read your inner thoughts. The things you deigned unshareable to him. He thought his love for you brought the two of you together time and time again, but now he was starting to realize perhaps it was your love that brought you back to him. 

‘Today I felt their stares bore into my body. 

Jacaerys’ advisors seem to distrust me, they hold me at arms length despite what I’ve done for him and this kingdom. 

I suppose it is in the nature of witches, magic-borns in general, to be distrusted for our power and works, no matter how much one may benefit from them. 

I can only hope they learn to trust me in time. I care not if they don’t. So long as Jacaerys trusts me that’s enough.’

His heart broke reading your entry. It was dated the week before one of his advisors purchased the poison. “My poor mate. My sweet omega.” He sobbed, falling to his knees. “I pray I find you once more. Would god be so charitable as to allow me to grovel at your feet for forgiveness.” He cried as he tried to gather the strength to stand. He wanted to read more of your journal, reading your words on parchment made him feel as if you were right by him. But he couldn’t. It was like an insurmountable wall. How could he read your words when he had so carelessly destroyed you. 

He continued this little dance back and forth. Slowly revealing to his advisors he’d been studying magic, attempting to recreate your spells. With little success at first, until he had a supposed breakthrough. “That’s wonderful Your Grace!” Annabel spoke, singing his praises. Jacaerys wasn’t blind to how she displayed her neck and bosom. In the months after your death he had noticed she began to let her pheromones leak and try to envelop him. It sickened him to think that she could’ve plotted this to try and get him to mate her once you were gone. “Isn’t it?” Jacaerys said sweetly. “I’d like to hold a celebration. Invite all of my subjects to bear witness.”

He added. “As you wish your Grace, we’ll see to it.” Claude added cheerily. “You all disgust me.” Jacaerys thought to himself, the smile on his face hiding his true emotion. He had been waiting for this, he needed to lull them into complacency, give them a sense of security in his mental state. He needed them to trust he forgave them, needed them to think he agreed with their course of action. 

The fateful day came quicker than he expected. He found himself in your sanctum once more the night before his long laid plan, your journal in his hand. He wasn’t able to read further than the entry it was already open on, but something finally spurred him on to turn the pages. To finally witness what you had felt in the days leading up to your death. 

‘Today I learned a new spell. 

It’s not one I’d use, but I’m sure I could make some gold selling it to the right person. The kingdom does not need it at the moment, but fuller coffers would make Jacaerys happy.

Maybe I should erase all traces of it. It’s a truly dreadful spell. I couldn’t imagine trading bits and pieces of myself for more power.’

‘Today the advisors asked me again if I was sure the poison they order would be enough for rats. 

I’m not sure what size rats they’ve found, but the one they ordered could kill an elephant.’ 

‘Today I’m happier than I’ve been in weeks. 

Jacaerys, my love, has been gone for months on end, brokering peace between his kingdom and an enemy nation. 

It hasn’t been easy, but i can’t wait to share this with him. I hadn’t had a heat since he left and I finally know why. 

I wonder what expression he’ll make. What name he’ll pick out? The possibilities are endless. I do worry, however, how he’ll fair when we pass?  I don’t know much about his immortality, so I wonder if my child will inherit it. 

Jacaerys eyes widened as he read each word. You were pregnant with his child. You were with child when he tied you to that stake. You carried his son, when he tossed the torch towards you. ‘Don’t do this to us!’ You begged. He assumed you meant him and you, he could’ve never expected you meant that a life was growing in your belly. He fell to his knees again, screaming in agony. He clawed at the ground until his nails tore, and his fingers were leaving bloody streaks against the brick work. Each sob that ripped from his throat further cemented his failure, his lapse in devotion and love to you. The very one he continued to seek out in each of your lifetimes. He curled into a fetal position on the ground, hugging his knees as he sobbed. The blood seeping from his hands coagulated and returned to its origin. Taking shape of the nails and tissue he’d lost, before hardening and replacing that very flesh.

He laid there, wallowing in his despair until he remembered his long laid scheme. If he had harbored any doubts prior, they were gone now. He wrapped your journal and placed it in his pocket. He steeled himself for what was to come, grounded in the belief that there were no innocents in his kingdom. They would all pay. And he would make sure of it. 

Jacaerys donned his most regal garments, even wearing his crown. He felt as though the weight of it would crush his neck. It was a gift you presented to him, after you had raised the walls that protected his kingdom. How could he have been so blind? Your devotion to him was as plain as day. As he approached the main hall he stopped in the kitchen, then the wine cellar, before heading to the castles main well. Once he had finished his task he entered the main hall. As he walked to his throne his people applauded, shouting his name in praise, and adoration. It sickened him, their wickedness knew no bounds. They had cursed him days prior, but now that they believed he could provide the same things you could they sung a different tune. “King Jacaerys we love you!” They cried. It sounded hollow, meaningless, nothing like how it did when you said it to him. His heart ached as he realized he may have heard it for the last time ever. “Thank you my loyal subjects.” Jacaerys spoke acknowledging them. “I’ve been hard at work attempting to control the same magic (Y/n) did.” Jacaerys spoke to the room at large. “At last I’ve succeeded!” He proclaimed, to their applause and cheers. “In celebration let us drain our cups!” He shouted. He first filled his own cup, before sinking it fully. In turn everyone followed. Not a single person in the castle had avoided imbibing. From the farming peasants, to the nobles, to the advisors that plotted to kill you, each drank the wine Jacaerys had prepared. 

And even if they hadn’t, they ate the food, or they drank water, straight from the castle’s well. An hour later the first victim screamed out, bile spewing as they clawed at their own throat. The guests screamed in horror as the man died, eyes bloodshot, face purple. Then another began to vomit before keeling over, then another seizing and foaming at the mouth. “Your Grace someone has poisoned us!” His advisor Claude shouted. Jacaerys took another sip of his wine, and another fork full of his food. “I can see, I’ve not gone blind.” Jacaerys coldly responded. Claude quirked his head in confusion at Jacaerys reaction, before his eyes widened in recognition. Before he could speak, blood began to trickle from his nose, before two sanguine torrents poured from his eye sockets. Jacaerys watched with a sick sense of satisfaction and a cruel smile. “Your Grace-“ Annabel croaked, her hand clenching her throat. “Why?” She asked as she fell on her back, convulsing. “To secure the crown.” Jacaerys responded emotionlessly. She recoiled in fright and guilt as he threw their same excuse back at her. The night went on as the bodies continued to drop. 

When morning had come, and the last citizen of the Velaryon Empire died, Jacaerys finished his meal. As he walked through the empty castle and town, he couldn’t feel anything. A nagging emptiness took hold. He could slaughter his kingdom multiple times, and none of it would make a difference. He could slaughter a thousand of them and it wouldn’t change the fact that none of it brought you back. Jacaerys climbed atop his horse, and left without looking back, the screams of his citizens echoing as he pushed forward with new purpose. He would look for you, wherever the wind blew, wherever the sea could take him. Perhaps he could find atonement in serving you, the way you had served him. 

“How long ago did I make that promise? Five, six centuries?” Jacaerys thought to himself. “Mr. Velaryon. Our president has arrived he’s taking the elevator now.” Janet spoke, pulling him from the maelstrom in his head. “Excellent. Should we order lunch now or wait until after?” Jacaerys asked the room at large. “Sir, we’ve already eaten lunch.” Adrien revealed, leaning into whisper. “Apologies I meant dinner.” He said with a small laugh. “Oh I’m sure our president would love that.” Janet laughed. Her gaze shifted to the door watching intently. As the silhouette approached the frosted glass Jacaerys’ eyes widened. He had grown accustomed to that same silhouette sleeping beside him for ages. He could recognize it by touch and sound alone. He couldn’t trust his eyes, it couldn’t be. He had searched high and low for centuries and turned up empty handed time and time again. He watched with bated breath as the door opened. His pupils dilated, and the world slowed to a crawl. Jacaerys’ alpha demanded he reclaim his mate, then and there. Solidify their union before all of these people.

“Good afternoon Mr. Velaryon. My name is (Y/n) (L/n).” You spoke softly, your voice still as enchanting as it was when he first met you. “I am the president of Innovative Tech. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” You said with a smile as the door shut behind you. 

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THE SIMS ⤳ Old Town at night

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It's that famous Grey Warden charm.

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People who run balloon pop dating should burn in hell. The way they treat black women on there is god awful and they look like clowns. I fear how those men’s mothers feel watching their sons belittle other women.

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CHAPTER ONE | ❝IN THE DIM LIGHT❞

rick!grimes x male!reader (smut) top!rick x bottom!reader

multi chapters / not finished word count: 1018

summary: You were relatively new to the prison. You had the same story as most of these folks here—no family, and alone. On your fifth day here you got your first work assignment. You manage to get paired up for field duty on the prison… in the blistering heat. It wasn’t until a few minutes in the heat that your work-assigned partner finally arrives…Rick Grimes.

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CHAPTER ONE:

The mid-summer heat was dreadful. Far worse, in fact. It was terrible enough that you were assigned field duty today, even worse when you realised you were going to have to do most of the work by yourself. You realised quickly that the jacket sticking to your back would be no help so you escaped it before it could do you anymore discomfort. You assumed the partner you were assigned with had just never gotten out of bed. That is, until you saw him walking right toward you. His hips jutted out gracefully from his sides as he grinned slightly. As he exited the prisons shadows he placed a hand on his already sweaty forehead, eyes trying desperately to hide from the sun. He was stunning, and you don’t even think that was half of what he was.

“Hiya.” He smiled. “Rick” He stared at you for those few seconds before he corrected himself with a chuckle accompanying it. “I’m Rick Grimes.” You fought your teeth to stop them from biting their lips at his southern drawl. It was the most attractive thing you’d ever heard that’s for sure.

“Hi.” You gave him the tightest smile possible and took a sip of your water.

“Hot isn’t it. This shirt won’t do any good today.” His strong hands clicked each button undone. You couldn’t help but gaze at the way his veiny hands undid each button on his shirt. Was he trying to get you wet? It was surely working. “Sorry ‘bout that.” His shirt was off. He was sweating. His shirt was off, and he was close to you.

Too close.

He looked as if carved by gods. His pecs were like plates of the finest armour. And not to mention the sharp defined abs that were riddled on his chest. Small dark-brown hairs were sprinkled on his chest. As if to hook you even more a trail of hair went from his bellybutton to…

Oh God. You thought. This day is going to truly be hell.

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It had been two hours now. An hour of being remotely near Rick Grimes would have any person completely on their knees. But two? You were struggling not to strip right here and now. The weeds surrounding clothe prisons walls were almost done. The both of you agreed to start on opposite ends and make your way to each other. You agreed, drunk on the way his body shone in the sun.

Now you and Rick were almost done, he was quite literally almost touching you. You pulled on the weed aggressively. It was to no avail. You pulled and tugged, but nothing. “Y’kay?” His southern accent was thick, but you took that to mean “you okay?”.

“Yeah, fine, just—a strong weed!”

“Ah, let me help darlin’” Not helping! You almost shouted. He moved behind you and grabbed the weed whilst your hands were still clasped around the stubborn thing. You were trapped under his strong grasp. Trapped under him. Trapped and smelling him. He pulled but it didn’t budge. You both moved with the tug and it looked and felt too much like a thrust. Your face flushed quicker than you could stop it. As inconveniently as it was you suddenly remembered him calling you darlin’ and you would give anything for him to say it again.

“Sorry ‘bout this.” He chuckled nervously. So he did know how awkward this was? He came off so confident you would have never guessed. He may not be as confident as you first thought, but he is as compelling. Your eyes followed his arm muscles as they tensed under the strain. He pulled again but nothing happened. Rick leaned back and thrusted into you to try and get a better grip. You stifled your moan. No. You forced your mind to be clear. Rick Grimes is not fucking you. All he’s doing is helping you out. That’s all. You could have sworn you felt something hard and stiff at your backside but he pulled the weed out before you could feel it again. He waved a hand of apology.

“You weren’t lying,” He ran a hand through his soaking hair and you noticed that every part of him was sweating. “really was strong.”

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You sat in bed that very night with only one thought on your mind. How was Rick Grimes’ pace in bed? It wasn’t the most appropriate thought but those thrusts were…thought provoking… to say the least. The prison was quiet that night, as if even the prison was trying to get you to do what you wanted. And all you wanted was to touch yourself. To touch yourself and think of Rick Grimes every time you slide your hand up and down your cock.

You did just that.

You didn’t need to get hard, you already had been the moment you saw Rick take his shirt off. Maybe even before that if you were being honest. It felt fucking amazing. You stroked your length once thinking only of his chiselled body. The second time his thrusts. The third his scent. You almost kept to that cycle of those three things until you got to the topic of his cock in your mind.

You spat on your hand and kept stroking. This was getting good. You imagined a six inch cock—modest, considering the large lump you felt between his legs earlier that day was just that…large. You thought of a thick foreskin covering almost all of his head. You could almost physically see the amount of veins crawling up from the base of his cock to right before the head. You could see yourself sucking and worshipping the man’s dick.

You knew all too well that you would if you had the chance. You prayed that it tasted just like he had smelt in that blistering heat, like a man.

Your cock pulsed quicker in your hands now. You imagined you were giving Rick a handjob. God it was the best thing you could have done. You squirmed against your pillow whilst you released your hot cum onto your chest.

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CHAPTER TWO | ❝IN THE DIM LIGHT❞

rick!grimes x male!reader (smut) top!rick x bottom!reader

multi chapters / not finished word count: 1672

updates daily!!

summary: After the unexpected and downright shameful events that transpired the day before, you wake up the next day and find out you were paired with Rick Grimes again. But this time, it’s on a supply run.

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CHAPTER TWO:

Today was day six of your time at the prison and the second day of job assignments. You hoped—no, prayed. It was as eventful as yesterdays. You tried, so hard, to feel shame for what you did last night but it never came. All you did was sit and wait to be told what you were doing for the day. Your call was answered quicker than expected. The older man banged on your cell to get your attention.

“You’re on supply runs.”

“With?” You asked gingerly.

“Grimes.” Your heart sunk. A supply run?! With the man you came thinking about not even twelve hours ago? Maybe the day could be as eventful as the last after all.

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“Must be luck.” A half smile slid onto Rick’s face when he saw you. Jesus christ. He was leaning against the car, this time however, his shirt was half buttoned to his body. You could see his chest hair so clearly it hurt you. “You good darlin’?”

“Yeah,” You breathed, harder than you would have liked. “let’s get this over with, shall we?” You shot back your own rendition of his grin. He smiled again. Was something funny? He swung the car door open and you couldn’t help but wonder where he got such a nice car in the apocalypse.

“Get in.” He growled and smiled at the same time.

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“Where exactly are we headed?” You asked from the passengers seat, it had been an hour since the two of you had gotten in the car and Rick didn’t say anything about how long we would be here. You studied his side profile from the passengers seat. The heavy sun from the day before had done him some good and gave him a warm tan. Stubble had appeared on his sharp jawline that hadn’t been there before.

Fuck.

He slowed the car down until we were at a stop on the middle of the road. “Can I be honest?” He turned to you and you finally noticed how piercing his azure eyes were. “I have no idea.”

“You didn’t get any instructions?” He shook his head and a loose curl feel softly on his face. “So what’s the plan then?”

“Drive into the middle of nowhere.”

“Why?”

“To be alone with you.” Your heart sank, again. At this point, you didn’t know how low your heart could go before it fell out of your chest. He had to have meant it some other way. It couldn’t be. No. But the way he was looking now…it was…captivating, mesmerising.

“Stop doing that.” You could almost hear the plea in your own voice.

“Doing what darlin’?”

“That! What you just did!”

“So…” He cleared his throat, but it sounded too much like a growl for your liking. You thought about how he sounded when he finished. Just because you didn’t like it didn’t mean you didn’t fantasise about it. “What you’re telling me is, you don’t want to be alone with me?” A pause. “Even after yesterday?”

Yesterday?! What happened yesterday? Even you couldn’t fool yourself into not knowing how he felt almost grinding against you. You and Rick both knew what had happened yesterday. “That was just an awkward situation?”

“An awkward situation that we were both hard for.” He corrected; the icing on the cake being his gorgeous grin. You flushed. He noticed that. Well, you noticed it too—but it was completely humiliating.

He noticed that you were red too.

“Shh. It’s okay, we’re both men. It’s what happens when we’re…” You took that as your turn to help him out.

“Horny.”

“Horny.” He repeated. “Well? You never answered me darlin’. Do you want to be alone with me, or not?”

This would probably be the most bold thing you ever did. But if last night taught you anything, it was that you really, really, did want to be alone with him. So, you reached over to his lap, where his thick thighs lay spread over the leather seat. You palmed in between his legs and felt it immediately. You felt for his size almost unconsciously.

“Does…” He held his hands up near his ears and looked down. “this answer your question?” You coyly asked.

“It certainly does.”

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It took you only a few seconds, and Rick pulling his seat back, to get under the drivers seat and on your knees. It took another few seconds for the sound of Ricks belt unbuckling to catch in your ears. It was the most glorious sound. It dropped to his ankles; where you were. Then, his underwear. What sat in between his legs was much, much better than what you had thought up last night. It was fully hard now and laying on his abs. You picked it up with your right hand and it felt hot. Not warm. Hot.

You were right about one thing, he had a foreskin. His cock was seven inches and thick. You heard a chuckle from above. “Well, darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re scared?”

“I won’t be the one scared soon enough.” You retorted and brought your lips to his balls. They had hairs but they must have been trimmed because you could barely notice, you were too focused on the way his balls reacted to your mouth. Or more accurately, how Rick Grimes reacted to having your mouth on his huge balls.

“Holy shit—fuck!” You took his right ball first, circling your tongue around its shape as if to encourage semen to leave it and shoot out of his dick. When his right ball left your mouth it made a pop that only seemed to help Rick Grimes’ pleasure. You licked the space in between his balls and then started on the right.

You were so caught up in making Rick feel good you almost bit down on his ballsack just from euphoria alone.

Safe to say the man you had in your mouth was intoxicating, and you were an addict. Your mouth was so used to him already that you knew his right was larger than his left.

“Enough playing with me baby. Please.” Hearing those words leave him was more than enough persuasion. You would marry him if there were anyone left to marry the both of you—let alone any place to get married.

You started at the base of his cock. Your eyes locked with his sweet deep blue ones and you moaned louder than ever before. You were definitely making up for all the moans you had to stifle from the past day.

Every inch of him your tongue tasted was better than the last. The only way you could describe it was he smelt like…a man. He smelt so authentically manly you couldn’t take it much longer. Your tongue was at the halfway mark up his cock; Rick was getting…harder? How could that even be possible? Were you really doing all this to him? It only served to make you harder.

You reached his head and peeled back his foreskin delicately. It revealed a pink tip that was completely covered in pre-cum. “When did this happen?” You questioned from under him.

“The moment I saw you, darlin’.” You couldn’t tell if his words were true or he just wanted to give you motivation to give a better blowjob. Either way you were pleased. “Take me now, baby. I know you’ve wanted to feel me in your throat.”

You hated how right he was. You hated that you wanted exactly that. You decided to not give a sarcastic response and just gag on his cock like you’ve been thinking about since yesterday. You slowly enveloped your soft lips around his cock. You knew your way around a man. You knew the head was their weakness.

Well, it certainly was Rick’s weakness. He threw his head back the moment you sucked on his tip and only his tip. His hard stomach shivered and he threw both hands behind his head. You were still pleasing his tip but you stared intently at his large biceps. How had you not noticed them before? Now that you had, you knew you were going to be obsessed with them for the rest of your life.

Ricks mouth lay open and his brows furrowed at the feeling of being sucked deeper than a moment ago. Had he really never felt this before? Or were you just better than anyone else he’d ever had? The deeper you went, the more noise the man made. He groaned and swore under his breath. He whimpered and let out noises that sounded like cries.

You managed to take all seven inches, you took him so deep that your nose was buried in his small bed of curly brown pubes.

Just like his hair.

You were too busy deep throating Ricks large member that you hadn’t even seen his hand falling from behind his head, where he had previously had it, to your hair. He snaked his hand through your hair and gripped lightly. It was light enough for you to enjoy the feeling, and somehow, you knew Rick knew that.

“Would you drink my cum? Would you do that for me darlin’?” He didn’t seem to expect an answer and you weren’t going to give him one anyway. You both knew that you would do that and more.

His hips bucked and that was the only indication you were given before he released his seed right into your mouth. As you were deep throating him. It was the best feeling in the world, and you knew it. You stayed there until he let out his final moan and the cum stopped spilling from his dick.

He released his hand from its resting place in your hair and, subsequently, his cock from your mouth. You didn’t even realise his sperm was still in your mouth waiting to be swallowed until you saw Rick’s cock covered in his own semen.

He stared darkly at you as you took his seed down your throat.

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Okokok…hear me out. Single Dad! Jacaerys who has three kids and him helplessly crushing on his youngest kid’s teacher. His youngest, Baelon, always goes to the teacher saying how cool his daddy is and how he’s “the best daddy in the world”. Baelon, being so young and doesn’t know how to keep a secret cos he’s a child, tells his teacher everything Jace says. For example Baelons like “yeah my…my daddy is really cool! Umm…and m-my daddy umm..he..says your really pretty! But usually girls are pretty…but I guess boys can be pretty too because…because he says you’re really really pretty all the time. Sometimes he even says you’re handsome too and….hot? And…and when we go shopping he..I hear him whispering and wondering if you like chocolate or candy or teddy bears or flowers or…umm…I...he asked my grandma if you might be single! Umm..but what does single mean Mr.(Y/n)? Oh wait I forgot my daddy packed me goldfish for snack time today! You wanna share with me? Because you’re my friend and my daddy says sharing is caring! And daddys suuuppperrrr smart!”

Jace talks to his mother frequently about how he feels and he’s ranting about how someone like (Y/n) couldn’t possible be interested in him, especially because he’s a single dad of 3. But Rhaenyra tells him to just shut up to basically grow a pair and ask (Y/n) on a date or something because “if you wait too long someone is gonna scoop him up. And if you miss out on him, I’ll show you something to be scared of”. One time Baelon falls at recess and scrapes his knee, so Jace goes to pick him up early from school and overhears outside the classroom how sweet and caring reader is to Baelon, patching up his knee and giving him snacks and letting him color till Jace came. And before leaving the room with Baelon, Jacaerys asks reader out, almost fainting from how nervous he was then literally almost being brought to tears when (Y/n) agrees to go out with him.

YOU ATE THIS!!!

First love everything about this, love the name Baelon too. Yall are gonna see it just about everywhere if a fic has yn’s kid or Jacaerys’ kids in it. GRRM really ate with the names he came up with.

Jacaerys’ sputters, blushing like he’s in high school again. He was so sure you weren’t gonna agree to a date, he’s a single father to three, surely that can’t be all too appealing. But the way you bat your eyelashes at him, the way you smile a little brighter makes his knees almost buckle. He takes a moment to collect himself. “Great! I’ll text you the finer details.” He says with a half smirk. He gets to his car and after buckling Baelon into his car seat, he’s getting in and resting his head against the wheel. He composes himself and starts the drive home.

the minuet he’s home he’s calling Rhaenyra to come over immediately. He hasn’t been on a date in god knows how long, and never with a man before. He doesn’t know what to do or where to go. He doesn’t even really know your likes and dislikes. He’s in over his head maybe he should cancel? you deserve better and clearly he isn’t it. Rhaenyra smacks him, lightly but enough to get him to stop. “Jacaerys be yourself. If he said yes to you, clearly he must like you enough as it is.” She says, grabbing him by the shoulders and staring into his eyes. He nods, and immediately gets to work. He’s making a reservation at the fanciest place, he’s sending flowers anonymously to the school as the days get closer. And on the day of the flowers have a note. ‘I’ve been looking forward to today. I can’t wait to see you.’ You can feel heat creep up your face as you clear your throat.

the day of Jacaerys is sprinting everywhere trying to make sure everything is absolutely perfect. The Resturant has confirmed his reservation, he’s got an even more elaborate assortment of flowers ready to go, he’s wearing his best cologne. He drops his kids off at Rhaenyra’s house says bye to Visenya and Joffrey, but can’t seem to find Baelon to say to bye to. He doesn’t wanna run late so he’ll buy some ice cream to make up for it.

Jacaerys gets to your house he’s a full gentleman, gives you the floral arrangement, he got a sneak peak look of your apartment, and noticed all of the other flowers he sent are sitting in their own pots. He’s offering his arm, opening the car door for you, he’s getting in and buckling your seat belt for you. And when he arrives at the resturant that’s when a little stowaway makes themselves known. “Hi Mr. (Y/n)!” Baelon gives you a spotty toothy smile, he’s been loosing baby teeth. “Daddy.” He says kinda coldly, with all the chills a five year can muster. “Hi Baelon.” You crouch down. “I didn’t know you’d be joining us.” You smile before looking to Jacaerys. “Just a moment (y/n).” He says sheepishly as you enter the resturant and have a drink at the bar.

”Baelon what are you doing here?” Jacaerys asks exasperated. He should be at Rhaenyra’s house, though this would explain why he was missing when Jacaerys went around to say bye. “I wanna see Mr. (Y/n) too! It’s not fair that only you get to see him outside of school!” Baelon protests. “Baelon this is different than seeing him at school.” Jacaerys argues back. “How?” Baelon fires off. Jacaerys sputters for a moment, he doesn’t think it would be wise to tell him he’s trying to date you, but he doesn’t know how to go about this. “It just is. I’ll explain when you’re older.” He says squatting down cup Baelon’s cheek. “Okay…” Baelon sniffles, he uses his sleeves to try and get the tears as they well in his tiny eyes. Jacaerys phone vibrates, he sees it’s a text from you. He holds his breath as unlocks and goes to read it. ‘Baelon should join us if he’s already here. I don’t mind the extra company.’ He sighs dreamily, as he scoops Baelon up and heads inside. “Don’t ruin this for us Baelon.” Jacaerys teases, more worried about his own behavior than his five year old’s.

The date goes well! Even with an unexpected addition, and Jacaerys drops him off first, through screams and protests he manages to get Baelon out of the car and back into Rhaenyra’s house before he goes to drop you off. The silence is comfortable, to you at least. You’re staring out the window butterflies in your stomach, while Jacaerys’ grip on the wheel is getting tighter by the second. “I’m sorry…” he pauses, “about today.” He sighs. “I wanted it to be just us, but i don’t know when he managed to get in the car.” He admits. He hoped this didn’t reflect poorly on him. “And here I thought you were using my favorite student to butter me up.” You joke. “I had a great time Jacaerys. We should do this again, next week? If you have the time of course.” You add trying to play nonchalant, but Jacaerys can see the way your eyes flicker. “I’d like that.” He says with a smile. “Great.” You shoot him a warm smile back, before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He blushes even brighter than before as you pull back. “See you soon, Jacaerys.” You sultrily say before getting out and heading into your apartment.

Jacaerys takes a minute to compose himself before going and buying ice cream to thank Rhaenyra for today, and as a little treat for Baelon. He managed to get a second date, and now he needed to figure out how he was gonna out do himself.

[gayaristocrat]

I don’t care how “charming” Ryan Reynolds is, getting married on a plantation is insane and something you can’t and shouldn’t come back from. Because I can guarantee you knew the history of that venue before you agreed to get married there