#Owl Jace

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im sorry but alec breaks up with you and then suddenly your evil dad comes back and gives you your magic back and you dont conect the dots ????? you are DUMB

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Jace to Rafe : don’t worry what those dorks said. You want my advice? Walk into class and punch the first kid you see to establish dominance

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the very instinctive protective part of myself that loves alec has a VERY hard time watching and hearing alec scream as owl!jace breaks his wrist like. obviously the arrow in his chest is even worse in terms of what could have killed him but the wrist breaking noise and the scream (that is not high-pitched exactly but higher than his usual pitch and which makes him sound UNBEARABLY young) is just so visceral

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disney rlly had lightning in a bottle w their winnie the pooh movie from the 70s. funniest movie i've ever seen

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Jace and betrothed unable to wait until their wedding night to have sex??

Request: Jacaerys and his future wife fooling around because they are horny and scared they will die before getting married. I don’t want my boy to die without tasting the greatness of sex

How did this smut piece get to 2.2k words? 😳

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbating, fingering, p + v, 

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‘’I’m scared, Jace,’’ you confessed as you stood by the banister of Dragonstone castle, watching as Vermax and Silverwing flew together over the bay. Hopefully Silverwing will lay eggs when you and Jacaerys have children. ‘’The war is getting closer to us. Soon, we’ll have to get on our dragons and battle against the enemy. We…we might die.’’

Death was inevitable during a war. Especially one with dragons, as Rhaenys once said. Team Black had already suffered a couple of losses — Lucerys, Rhaenys, Ser Erryk —, but more would come. 

‘’The thought of what’s coming is terrifying, but we can’t let ourself be paralyzed by the possibility of dying,’’ Jacaerys said, his hand securely on the handle of his sword. He had taken the habit from Daemon, whom he looked up to in certain aspects. 

You looked down at your bare hands on the top of the banister. ‘’I’m not scared of death, I’m scared of dying without ever calling you husband.’’ 

A few weeks before the petition of Driftmark, you and Jacaerys had announced your betrothal. Rhaenyra had a feast in celebration, proud and happy that her eldest son would marry without any politics involved. The wedding should have happened in the summer, but the King fell to his illness and from there unraveled a series of unfortunate events that postponed the wedding.  

‘’When the war ends and I sit on my throne, we’ll have a large celebration in the Red Keep,’’ the Queen had promised.

But you were tired of waiting. 

‘’Every night, as I lay in bed, I think of you and our life if there hadn’t been a war of succession. I would call you husband, my prince husband, and we would not be sleeping in separate beds across the castle. No one would be chaperoning us from afar and we would not get scolded for sharing ‘too long’ kisses.’’

Jacaerys put his hand over yours on the bannister, sharing the same feelings. He wanted to call you his wife and glare at whoever dared speaking wrong to you. He wanted to spend the evening alone in your shared chambers, eating cakes and talking about your day until one of you fell asleep first. He wanted…he wanted to take you to his bed and have a family with you. Not whilst the war was going. He could not deal with the stress of his pregnant wife going to battle on her dragon. 

A few days later, you were sitting in your settee, reading in your nightgown when you heard a light knock on the door. You raised your head from your book, and saw that a piece of parchment had been slipped beneath your door.  

Meet me when the moon is bright. Careful when you take the stairs, Ser Godric is keeping guard.

The message was not signed, but you recognized the handwriting. 

When you judged the moon was bright enough, you slipped a robe over your nightgown and quietly walked down the corridor to take the stairs to Jacaerys’ chambers. You listened carefully for any guards, not wishing to get caught sneaking to you betrothed’s chambers at the hour of the owl. It would make quite the scandal amongst the servants and the staff. 

You knocked delicately on the door and bit your lip as you waited, your stomach bubbling with excitement. Within a few seconds, the door opened and Jacaerys pulled you inside. 

The room was quite dark as the sun was asleep, only the fire of the hearth and a few candles on a table as sources of light. You noticed the small crumpled balls of parchment on the study, assumingly drafts of his message to you. It had to be not too suggestive, but also not too plain that you would not want to come.

‘’I didn't know if you were going to come,’’ Jacaerys said, his lips curved into a shy smile. 

He was wearing just a tunic and wool trousers. It felt strange to see him without his doublet and riding gear. His dark brown hair was messy and his cheeks flushed from what you could make from the light. He looked so different from the usual picture-perfect prince. 

‘’You asked to see me.’’ 

Jacaerys stepped closer. He raised his hand to stroke your cheek, then your hair, which he seemed taken by. ‘’I didn’t know your hair was so long. You always have them up in braids or pins,’’ he said, his tone soft with wonder.

A slight smile tugged at your lips. ‘’What is it that you wanted, Jace? I doubt you summoned me her to talk about my hair.’’ 

‘’I’ve been thinking. About us.’’ He paused for a moment, looking into your eyes. ‘’The Gods have been unfair to us. So let’s not wait for them to bless and unite us.’’

Your brows drew into a light frown. ‘’Jace, what do you—’’ you began, but he stepped closer, his forehead resting against yours. 

He stepped closer, the fire in the hearth reflecting in his eyes. ‘’Do you love me?’’ 

‘’With all my heart,’’ you replied without hesitation, your eyes filled with sincerity. 

‘’Let’s not wait, then. I…I don’t want to waste our time together waiting for this damn war to be over to take you to bed.’’ 

Jacaerys placed his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against him, his grip loose, giving you time to pull from his grasp if you wanted it. But you didn't. 

Instead, you looked up at him and kissed him, closing the remaining space between you. You kissed him like you've done many times before, only this time you didn't have to pull away every twenty seconds to check if a maester, guard or the Queen was around. You’ll never forget the embarrassment you felt that day…

Jacaerys whimpered as you pulled his bottom lip with your teeth, and pressed you against him, desire spreading through his veins, hot like dragonfire. With less layers between your bodies, you could feel the warmth of his chest through your nightgown, and his...little friend stiffening in his trousers.

‘’Someone is excited,’’ you murmured with a giggle as you broke the kiss to plant a trail of kisses down his neck instead. 

He let out a low moan, tightening his grip on your hips. ‘’I cannot control it when you’re around. Especially when you kiss me.’’ Jacaerys captured your lips into another kiss, and tingles caressed your spine and tickled your lower stomach. 

His hands grabbed and pulled at the material of your robe and nightgown, and you rolled your hips, igniting more of his dragonfire. Jacaerys moaned at the contact, louder than he intended. Your own cheeks turned red, realizing you were starting to reach an intimacy you had never breached before.

‘’I’m nervous,’’ you whispered, biting your lip as you thought of getting intimate. 

You placed your hands on Jacaerys’ chest, distracting yourself from your mind. His heart was beating fast, probably just as nervous. 

‘’We don't have to do anything if you don’t feel ready to.’’

You shushed him with a finger to his lips. ‘’I want to.’’ 

To prove yourself, you untied your robe and placed it on the back of the settee, right next to Jacaerys’ sword. The prince's breathing quickened, his dark eyes fixated on your fingers as you unlaced the ties of your nightgown, slowly unraveling the knot. You sucked in a breath as you pulled it down your shoulders, letting it slip down your body until it reached the floor.

Silence greeted your naked body, and you felt shy suddenly. You almost reached for your robe to cover yourself, but your betrothed sensed your uneasiness and stroked your cheek before taking off his tunic and trousers. He found it unfair for you to be naked while he was still clothed.

Once you were even, he guided you backwards towards his bed. The headboard had a large dragon engraved in the stone and seemed a little bigger than yours. The sheets were pale, and over top was a deep red blanket made of velvet to keep warm from the winds coming from the bay.

Jacaerys sat on the edge and, with an expression of fascination, he reached for your breasts. He made sure to be gentle, sliding his thumbs gently over your rapidly hardening nipples. ‘’By the Sevens, you’re beautiful,’’ he marveled, stars in his eyes. 

‘’I can say the same, my prince.’’ You pressed your palm over his chest, smooth and warm.

Jacaerys smiled, that one soft and genuine smile he reserved for you. ‘’I love you,’’ he said, his hands caressing your side in small, gentle circles. 

‘’I love you to— Aah,’’ you whimpered as his hand reached between your legs, stroking your slit clumsily. He didn't know what he was doing, and lacked finesse as he bumped against your clit at random moments, but it still felt amazing. 

He checked on you, wanting to please. ‘’Does that feel good?’’

‘’Yes.’’ 

His fingers were getting slippery from your arousal, making it easier to slide against your cunny. You’ve done it to yourself a few times, alone in your bed. 

‘’Can you put one inside?’’ 

Jacaerys’ fingers were a bit thicker than yours, and longer. 

He nodded. 

A breathy moan left your lips instantly, pleasure sparkling as your walls clenched around his middle finger. 

‘’Like that?’’ Jacaerys slid his finger out, then back in, repeating the motion as you grabbed his shoulder. 

‘’Yes. Again.’’ 

He listened to your needs, almost forgetting his own as his cock remained untouched against his stomach. It was engorged and painful. While one hand was busy pleasuring you, he wrapped his second around his cock and jerked himself. 

 You noticed and thought of helping him, but Jacaerys added a second finger and your knees almost gave out. The feeling was overwhelming, but you craved more. 

You pushed Jacaerys away, and clambered over his lap. His gaze met yours, equally filled with lust. With a nod from your lover, you reached down to grab his cock and lined it at your entrance, sinking down slowly, inch by inch. 

The intensity of the sensation had you gripping at each other, needing to anchor yourself to something. It was unpleasant at first, feeling a pressure and a stinging inside your intimate tunnel. You felt full in a way that was impossible to describe.

Feeling your fingers dig into his skin, Jacaerys kissed your shoulders and neck to sooth you, trying his hardest not to move by fear to blow too soon or hurt you. It was overwhelming for him too — the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him.

You rose up slightly, and then sank back on with tenderness. Jacaerys moaned deeply with you, his head dropping against your collarbone. He closed his eyes, his hands squeezing your hips as you moved up and down again, the pressure around his cock heavenly.  

Your bodies moved together in a rhythm, becoming one. 

When your legs fatigued, you let Jacaerys know and he moved you on the bed and laid you down on the rich velvet. He adjusted himself to the new position, his dark curls falling like curtains around his face as he thrusted into you with long deep strokes.

‘’Kiss me,’’ he demanded.

You complied, winding your arms around his neck and rocking your hips to meet his thrusts until you reached your high with a broken cry. 

Seconds later, Jacaerys pulled out and spilled onto your thighs, not wanting to deal with the consequences of having sex out of wedlock. 

The bed creaked as he collapsed beside you, breathing heavy. As if an invisible string was pulling you to him, you rolled on your side and clung to him, needing to be close after sex. You stayed that way for a long time, relaxing with your head on Jacaerys' bare chest. Your legs felt like jelly, still dizzy from the intense emotions and the overwhelming pleasure. 

You wished you could suspend time and stay there with him forever. But a soft yawn brought you back to reality.

‘’I must leave,’’ you said, feeling the tiredness catching you. It was difficult not to be lured to sleep when you were cuddling under the covers and Jacaerys’s hand was stroking your back gently.

His arms caged around you, protesting. ‘’Stay.’’ He nuzzled into your neck, his voice muffled. ‘’It’s a command from your prince.’’ 

His tone was unserious, but it still made you guilty and sad to leave him. 

‘’I do not wish to leave and sleep in my bed alone, but I must be found in my own chamber when the maids come in the morn.’’ 

Jacaerys sighed, rubbing his face into your hair. ‘’I know,’’ he said, his voice a mixture of resignation and frustration. 

Reluctantly, his arms slowly unwound from around you and you peeled yourself from him, releasing a small hiss when you sat up. The septa had warned you about the pain after breaking your maidenhead. It wasn’t unbearable, only sensitive when you moved. 

‘’I didn't hurt you, didn't I?’’ Jacaerys immediately asked, his eyes filled with concern as he checked on you.

You shook your head and smiled, washing his guilt away. ‘’No. You were perfect, Jace.’’ 

He knew it was untrue. No one was perfect the first time. 

You struggled dressing back into your nightgown and robe, having to fight with Jacaerys’ lips trying to kiss you and his arms pulling you against him. You gave him a last longing kiss before slipping out of his chambers, promising to see him to break fast. 

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HOTD S2 episode 2 "Rhaenyra the Cruel" reaction

• This OST! Djamin Rawadi is a god

• Can we appreciate Aegon's friends? Staying with him despite the state of madness he's in and closing the door to make sure he has some privacy

• oh so that shot of Aemond was him realising that he was the target!!!!

• I'm sorry I'm not that sympathetic to Alicent's tears? I just wish we could see more of Helaena grieving. I love the dress though

• ALICENT B&C IS NOT ABOUT YOU

• Otto shut up.

• Get Tom an Emmy, an Oscar and every single award in the world. His "what?" of disbelief to Otto stuck with me, dunno why

• In love with Larys' entrance. No one notices him until he speaks, he's in the background. Perfectly suits him

• "Bitch Queen of bastards" lmfao

• Love that the Council is shutting up and just letting Aegon rant. They're all scared of him in a way

• Who knew I'd ever be happy to see Larys?

• "I'll kill him myself" feed him to Sunfyre pls. Or Shrykos

• Aegon losing it every time Otto speaks is such a mood

• Jasper Wylde has a lign! Who knew.

• "We know our enemy!" with the little hand thingy was funny, I'm sorry

• Tyland!!

• "you're already seen as weak" oh fuck you Otto

• Why would anyone think that Rhaenys committing mass murder means Rhaenyra should be Queen???

• Aegon "my little son's body" broke me.

• Alicent calling Aegon "my darling" was sweeter than I thought.

• oh so Helaena can be a spectacle but not you??

• HELAENA MY LOVE

• LET ME HUG YOU

• DAEMON WHEN I CATCH YOU

• BALERION HIMSELF COULDN'T PROTECT YOU

• Oh my lord she's holding Jaehaerys' clothes 😭😭😭

• She's grief personified I can't breathe

• Phia is an angel

• THE TEAR ON HER CHEEK

• AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH the "I don't want them closer I don't know them" breaks me. She's my angel, I will fight the world for you

• ALICENT WHO CARES YOU'RE BANGING COLE. IT HASN'T BEEN 24 HOURS SINCE JAEHAERYS DIED

• "This is for my boy" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

• The toy horse 😭😭😭😭

• The music is so good

• (when did they have the time to make all the uniforms and banners??? Sewing ladies have been doing overtime)

• Blood IMMEDIATELY giving up all the information was low-key funny but it really showcases who he is. A big bully who uses his strength to hurt people weaker than hip (women and children) but the second he's caught? He folds like a coward.

• Lmfao Larys' face. Even he was like "damn dude I didn't even start"

• Who the fuck is the herald? I thought Otto would be the one doing this

• OH MY GOD THEY SEWED THE HEAD BACK?????

• ANGEL, BABY, I LOVE YOU

• DAEMON I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

• The little circlet on his bead 😭😭😭😭

• why barn owls on the shroud? I mean it's Helaena and she's flawless so I like it anyway

• So the death of Jaehaerys has FINALLY been acknowledged as kinslaying as well

• Blood's face when he understands that Aegon is coming and that it's going to be painful

• Noooooo, I wanted more pain for Blood

• Oh no my girl being so overwhelmed. She's in pain 😭😭😭

• Oh Rhaenyra's reaction to B&C

• I mean why wouldn't they accuse you? Like? Bestie? Who would it profit to kill Aegon's heir?

• Is Daemon actually smirking???? This man istg

• Rhaenys immediately knew, this woman is too good for these people

• Rhaenyra's realisation

• "Killing it"??? IT???? WOMAN.

• DON'T YOU FUCKING LAUGH. If you felt any ounce of remorse, you would be screaming in rage about it

• "you have wounded me" BESTIE A CHILD DIED WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR STANDING

• JFC the way she reacted when he broke that glass!!! She's obviously scared, it's definitely not the first time.

• Emma the actor that you are. Rhaenyra looks ready to rip Daemon's head with her bare teeth (which she should do, it would be iconic)

• You are a monster dude

• Oooh that silence

• "because of your virtue" hshshsjsj

• Bestie Viserys named Rhaenyra heir out of grief and guilt

• "You're pathetic" is so iconic, love it

• Baela exists! That coat is atrocious though

• So no risking Jace but Baela is fair game huh? Bitch (and I don't even like Baela). Good scene though

• Behold, Daemon runs away from his family

• HELAENA STILL DOESN'T HAVE A GUARD???? WHAT???? AEGON HAS TWO HE COULD SPARE ONE

• Oh god her and Aegon. Grieving, broken, but unable to connect. I feel like she wanted to reach out in the stairs, but he runs away because he's on the verge of breaking down and be can't have that in public.

• The nodding???

• NOOO THE BED

• I mean, I know it's better but

• Oh god the mattress covered in blood

• The juxtaposition with Rhaenyra being with her son is heartbreaking. The way she realises that this is what Helaena lost, that Jaehaerys was that age

• ALICENT STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU BANGING COLE NO ONE CARES

• Also Cole should be guarding Helaena and Jaehaera

• The religious trauma of consensual sex

• I wished the Alicole storyline would take less screen though, I mean good for them but that mess of a relationship shouldn't overshadow Helaegon's doomism and greek tragedy right now

• Cole needs to stop beefing with the rest of the world, Arryk isn't responsible for it

• Love Arryk for calling out Cole

• LMFAO THE OTHER KINGSUARDS NOPPING OUT. Valid ngl

• YOU'RE MAD SER. Love him

• Cole's hypocrisy is a delight. He's a terrible person, but he's so interesting

• Why don't they use poison though

• Laenor being mentioned? Neat. Him teaching the boys about fishing and Sea Shanty is pretty fun

• Damn that scene is actually good!! A shame I couldn't care less about Baela and Rhaena

• Oh so that's the famous brothel scene?

• Aemond's mummy issues on fill display 🙏🏻

• I love the relationship between him and the madame ngl. Like I know he pays her for it but her gentleness with him seems to be at least partially genuine. Her facial expression when he doesn't look at her are pretty telling

• Hugh Hammer the return! Fuck if I care but hey, I'm not against them developing the Dragonseeds. I wish Nettles was around too. I guess Hugh will join TB after his family's death? Or he'll be a spy for TG? Dunno

• So we know Baela ends up with Alyn, and he looks so much bigger and older than her 😭 Like it makes sense but DAMN

• I genuinely cannot begin to care about Corlys to save my life

• WAIT RHAENYRA DIDN'T KNOW WHO MYSARIA WAS???? THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

• Mysaria being a good character wasn't on my bingo card but I don't dislike it

• Seasmoke following Addam around like a lost puppy is so funny to me. Also his sounds are so cute. I guess Laenor died off screen?

• The focus on the smallfolk is great. It reminds me of Varys' quote about the smallfolk always being the one to suffers.

• Cheese didn't suffer enough and I wish that dog a very nice "find a better owner"

• "Oh, I had them hanged" is so fucking funny.

• Otto is right, though. Like, this was a terrible idea.

• Ooooh mentioning Jaehaerys was a dumb move. You should Aegon isn't going to be rational about it

• Aegon, you can show strength by, you know, USING YOUR DRAGON. Honestly a public execution of Blood would have been better

• Otto's "wtf" face is so funny. I love him. Tom and Rhys are carrying this entire episode. Phia too, but she's less present

• Otto, do you REALLY think Aegon gives a single fuck about Viserys???

• Otto being fired for upteenth time is so funny. This man files for unemployment every three weeks

• Otto's last act of defiance was great

• Yeah, Mysaria isn't exiting the show

• Oh, that's how she'll stay

• Elinda Massey exists!

• I'm glad they didn't make Rhaenyra fight Arryk like some believed. It makes much more sense for her to be genuinely scared for her life. Like, Arryk is a grown ass man in armour and literally one of the best knights of his time

• They deserved better

• Otto unknowingly dissing his daughter's bf right in front of her was peak irony.

• "Petty revenge"? A FOUR YEAR OLD CHILD WAS DECAPITATED

• FUCK YOU ALICENT. Your son isn't "valuable", he's YOUR SON

• DAERON MENTION!!!!!!!! VICTORY!!!!!!!!

• The generational trauma of zero communication 🙏🏻

• Aegon sobbing and breaking down

• Nooooooooooo

• My love

• Let me hug you

• He's so beautiful

• A fallen angel

• CRISTON LEGIT SITTING ON HER BED WAS SO FUNNY LIKE WHAT

• HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING

• ALSO WHO IS GUARDING HELAENA

Conclusion :

Tom is a god, Phia is an angel, I will start a cult for Ramin Djawadi. The acting in general was top notch, but Tom and Phia have ascended to god-like.

Helaegon's doomism and Greek tragedy will be my death, I love them your honour.

The focus on the smallfolk was very good, and I hope they do it for both sides.

[starogeorgina]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

Warning: Swearing

Pairing: Helena Targaryen × OC

1.04

To celebrate the betrothal between yourself and Cregan Stark, your older cousin Gerold Royce threw one of the finest feats Runestone had seen in years. The halls were vibrating with an electrical charge while fine wine and various delicious-smelling foods were brought out, but your favorite part of the night was reuniting with your former lady in waiting, who was due to give birth within the next moon. As she tells you about her experiences of pregnancy, your mind continues to go back to Helaena, and you wonder if she has anyone to share these moments with within the Red Keep.

As the hours turn late, most of the lords and ladies retreat for the night. You are sitting with a handful of knights who are off for the night when you notice the perplexed look on Jacaerys face while he speaks with Lady Waynwood, an older lady of the court who was known for her sharp words. Concerned, you excuse yourself and go over to him. Linking your arm with his, you ask, “Can you walk me back to my chambers? It’s getting late, and we need to get up early tomorrow.”

Jace raises his brow, surprised but nodding. You say goodnight to the few drunken fools that remain in the hall before you begin to walk back. One of your protectors lingers far enough back so he’s not intrusive in your conversation.

“Did Lady Waynwood say something ill-mannered?”

“No, uh, she says she knew Queen Aemma well. Lady Wayneood said I remind her of my grandmother, that I have a similar softness to what she did.”

“Princess Daella and Queen Aemma are remembered fondly in the Vale, and I’ve heard many times how both mother and daughter were extremely kindhearted. I vaguely recall my own grandmother saying how all the ladies at court would dote on the then princess Aemma; everyone loved her,” you say, offering him a sympathetic smile. You wondered how many times in Jacaerys life he’s been told he looks like someone from his Targayren bloodline. “After Queen Aemma gave birth to Princess Rhaenyra, everyone in the Vale gathered for one of the largest feats that has ever taken place in Runestone, before many of the lords and ladies traveled to King's Landing to join in on the formal celebrations.”

“That I could imagine,” he says. “Although I’m surprised to hear you say it so casually.”

“How so?”

“You don’t like my mother.”

Hearing those words come from Jace’s mouth makes your stomach drop. “That’s not true... I just dislike being around anyone who loves my father so much.”

You value your friendship with Jacaerys far too much to risk losing it by telling him the real reasons you couldn’t take Rhaenyra. It was no secret in the Vale that your father would go to King's Landing to give gifts to the realm's delight and would read her poetry, and they would sneak off during the hour of the owl to brothels together, all while your mother was still alive. Your father would laugh and call her a bronze bitch and say fucking sheep would be a better option than her. They had no respect for anyone in house Royce, but you would never tell Jace that.

—

Before you even step foot on the sandy beaches of Dragonstone, you feel immediately homesick, as a sense of regret lingers inside you. In Runestone, you had friends; you had kin from your mother's side who adored you. You were respected and made to feel wanted and loved. And yet, you found yourself back on the island, trying to fill the void of emptiness of not having a parent. Despite all the horrid rumors of your father cheating on your mother, you still wanted him to care for you.

Jacaerys notices your mood dropping and slows his pace, so he’s walking beside you as you make your way along the beach to meet the knights who are waiting to escort you back into the castle walls.

“They adore you, you know?” Jace says. “You’ve never mentioned how they call you the dragon of the Vale before... I wonder if the Starks will call you the dragon of the north once you’re married.”

Forcing a smile, you nod, “Perhaps they will... When I’m married to Lord Stark, can you watch over Runestone for me? I don’t want to leave my people defenseless, as nothing keeps those who would cause them harm at bay quite like a dragon.”

Jace links his arm with yours, then presses a kiss to the side of your head. “You maintain that you care about nothing, but I see right through it. And I know you care about your family on Dragonstone, even if you don’t like us much.”

“Whatever you say, my prince.”

—

As Jacaerys fills his mother in on his experience in Runestone and how highly the people spoke of the late Queen Aemma, you notice Lucerys eyes keep flickering between the plate of food in front of him and yourself.

Eventually, in a quiet voice, Lucerys asks. “What’s it like to ride a wild dragon?”

“Very painful since he’s not saddled,” you say jokingly, but feel bad when Luke looks disappointed by your answer. The younger boy usually seems scared of you, so it was something that he made the effort to speak with you first. “The only dragon I've only ever ridden on is the cannibal, so I don’t know any different.”

“Lies.”

Hearing your father’s voice, you roll your eyes and pretend you didn’t hear him. “I don’t really remember a time when I wasn’t bonded with my dragon; I first saw him when he flew to Runestone to feed on sheep.”

Luke’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Weren’t you terrified?”

“Not that I can remember,” you smile, remembering the memory fondly. “My cousin Gerold's lady wife had joined him on a hunting party, so I could go as well. I was being taught how to shoot an arrow when the cannibal swooped down and began picking sheep from a nearby farm with his claws and tossing them into the air to burn.”

“I took you flying on Caraxes when you were a baby, just as I did Baela and Rhaena,” your father scoffs.

“How touching.” Since this was the first time he had mentioned that he took you flying on his own dragon, you doubted it ever happened.

You try to continue telling Luke how you claimed your dragon, but your father cuts in again, “Rhea put a stop to it.”

“Don’t mention my mother!”

“I think it’s time for everyone to retreat for the evening,” Rhaenyra says sternly. Even she seems surprised by your father's urge to provoke you.

Luke holds his hand out for Joffrey to take, “Come on, Joffrey. Time for bed.”

You smile sadly at the young boys; a perfectly fine evening and meal were ruined. When you stand to leave, Rhaenyra stands up as well; she twists the ring on her finger. “Vissera, I’m going to have dresses fitted tomorrow; maybe you’d like to join me. We can sample different fabrics for your engagement and wedding dresses.”

The princess's offer was a kind one, but a knot twists in your stomach, and you're not sure why. Perhaps it was because you felt disingenuous about befriending her. “Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you for the offer.”

—

“I’ve never seen you in a dress before. I bet you’ll look beautiful,” Helaena muses, then abruptly sits up right. “Not that you don’t usually.”

A small smile pulls on your lips. “Thank you, princess.”

Comfortable moments of silence pass with nothing but the sounds of dragons squealing in the distance and the sound of waves crashing nearby as you and Helaena embrace each other in the small cave, sitting in front of a small fire.

Helaena’s lips meet the side of your neck before she lets out a soft sigh, “The sun is starting to rise. I’ll need to return soon to wake my children and then join my mother in breaking fast.”

“Is the queen excited to have another grandchild?” You ask, using Alicent’s official title so as not to offend Helaena.

“She’s happy I’m performing my duty and giving Aegon another heir.” She stares into the flames of the now-dead fire for a few moments before speaking again. “I hope it’s another boy, so that I don’t need to lay with him again for some time.”

Not knowing what to say, you kiss your silver-haired princess on the forehead. It was easy for you to forget how much Helaena has been through by being pressured into having a baby so young because she hardly ever speaks about how much it affects her. Your heart bleeds for her. Helaena was far too kind and innocent; you’d do anything to take her pain away.

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, usual violence against zombies

Chapter: 3.01

You wipe the blood off your knife with an old cloth, then toss the fabric onto a table. You weren’t planning on staying in the abandoned house long—maybe a couple of days at most—before moving on. It was hard to keep track of time while living life out on the road and in constant fear of being in danger, but since Lori was nearing the end of her pregnancy, you’d say it had been at least seven or eight months since you left the farm. Jace had grown and become heavier in the last few months as well, which made carrying him in a sling a little more painful than before, but you had become used to the strain on your back.

Since you thought you’d lost him the night the farm was overrun, you hardly let Jace out of your sight. You didn’t like it when anyone else held him for too long, and at night you hardly slept, terrified another horde would come crashing through.

Walking into the living room, where the rest of your group sits in silence, you watch as Rick snatches a can of dog food Carl was about to eat into the fireplace.

You watch Daryl as he plucks feathers from a dead owl; the bird looks clean, which leads you to believe he hunted it himself. If it wasn’t for Daryl’s scavenging and hunting skills, your group would have starved a long time ago.

T-dog stands, motioning to the back door, “We gotta go, walkers.”

As quietly as they can, everyone grabs their belongings and makes their way back to the vehicles. Just as you climb into the back seat beside Carl, the walkers reach the house.

—

Some time later, the cars pull over on the side of a road surrounded by nothing but trees. When you step outside the car, your nephew immediately pulls the gun from its holsters, and holding it loosely in his hands, he begins to run towards Rick. It was one thing to run from walkers with a gun in your hand, but Carl was going to end up blowing his foot off if he wasn’t careful. His dad had warned him multiple times about doing it, but he was still just a kid.

“Carl, watch what you’re doing.”

He slows down and waves his hand. “Sorry, Aunt Lily.”

Lori shakes her head and slams down the boot of the trunk. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell my son what to do.”

“He was running with a gun in his hands,” you snap.

Rick gives you a pleading look. You and Lori hardly spoke now, but when you did more often than not, it would end in a heated argument. Without even knowing all the facts, she blamed you for Shane’s death, and you were convinced that deep down Lori loved him and not Rick.

Most of your group gathers around the hood of the car furthest away from you while discussing where you would travel next. You need to find somewhere secure and fast before Lori goes into labor. Beth and Carl were keeping a lookout for walkers, which meant you had some privacy to stand up and feed Jace.

You had only found a small supply of baby food and formula milk, and with your own lack of food and water, your breast milk was starting to dry up.

Once Jace has finished feeding you, fix your bra and vest top before putting him back into the sling. You step out to join the others, and you notice Glenn nudging Daryl.

Daryl turns and calls out, “Going on a hunt with Rick; are you coming?”

“Sure.”

—

“Remind me again why you’re hunting with us.” Rick teases. “Mom couldn’t even get you to help pull the weeds in the garden.”

“Ain’t nobody dying from weeds in the garden. Besides, Daryl offers to teach me how to hunt.”

Daryl had been walking slightly ahead since you found the train tracks. When Jace makes a babbling sound, you brush his hair back and coo, “Shh, it’s okay.”

“You know, you could have left him back at the car with Lori.”

You glare at Rick. There was a risk of walkers hearing his cries no matter where you went, and truthfully, your son would be much safer with Rick and Daryl nearby.

You notice Daryl comes to a standstill; when you get closer, he points to a prison on the opposite side of a small river. He motions to the dead roaming the prison grounds and says, “That's a shame.”

“How many do you think there are?”

“Hard to say.”

You look up at Rick and ask, “Do you think we could clear it?”

Smiling, he nods. “You two stay here; I’m going to get the others.”

—

Using bolt cutters, Rick puts a hole in the prison fence big enough for everyone to squeeze through, then ties it together again with wires.

You make it to the gate leading into the prison yard. “Now what?”

Being attracted to the noise of people running, the walkers stared at the fences. Luckily, the metal fence was strong enough to keep them at bay. There were two different parts to the prison yard; one was a small grassy field and the other was on concrete ground. They were separated by another fence, but the gate between them was open, letting walkers roam between them.

“It’s perfect,” Rick says. “If we can shut that gate and prevent more from filling the yard, we can pick off these walkers. We’ll take the field by tonight.”

“So how do we shut the gate?” Hershel asks.

Glenn puts himself forward and says, “I’ll do it. You guys cover me.”

“No,” Maggie shakes her head, “it’s a suicide run.”

You pick up a long pole off the ground; one of the ends has already been sharpened into a weapon. Once you had a good grip on it, you slid it through the fence, stabbing a walker in the head and saying, “Not if we kill some of these bastards beforehand.”

Rick points further down the path that you’d just come up from. “Glenn, you, Maggie, and Beth, draw as many as you can over there. Pop ‘em through the fence. Daryl goes back to the other tower. Carol, you’ve become a pretty good shot. Just take your time; we don’t have a lot of ammo to waste. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower. I’ll run for the gate.”

“You can’t go alone; you need cover.”

Rick starts to protest, “You can’t—”

“You’re a mad man. Rick, I’m not going to let you do it alone. They’re too many of them.”

Hearing what you just said, Daryl backs up and says, “I’ll take the little man if you’re running. He’ll be safer on higher ground anyway.”

You kiss Jace on the head before handing him and the makeshift sling over to him. Once he’s got Jace securely in his arms, Daryl moves fast to get to his position in the tower.

You go and stand by the gate with Rick. “Are you ready?”

He lets out a chuckle. “No, but we need to be.”

Lori looks at you both but says nothing as she opens the gate, then closes it soon as you step over the threshold.

Most of the walkers are distracted by the sounds of gunshots or the noise further down the fence, but the once’s surrounding the next gate are coming towards you fast. You do your best to kill as many as you can by using the pipe as a weapon rather than wasting ammo, but when too many start to surround you, you and Rick both begin to shoot at them.

You mercilessly managed to hold the walkers back while Rick managed to close the next gate, sealing off the yard.

He grabs your wrist, pulls you into the guard tower with him, and slams the door shut. When you reach the top, you smile, seeing that most of the walkers have already gone down.

—

You sit cross-legged on a flipped-over prison van, keeping an eye leading up the path to the first gate leading into the yard, while softly singing to Jace, who was falling asleep in your arms. It had been a long time since your group had so much space to roam freely and eat a decent amount of food. Since there was actually time to cook over a campfire, Hershel made a meal out of a few different tins from his backpack. It still wasn’t a lot between eleven people, but it was the most you had in weeks.

“I can take over if you want,” Daryl says, climbing up.

It was late; Carl and T-dog had already fallen asleep, and the last you wanted was them waking up to Jace screaming beside them again. So you think it was better if you kept a little distance. “I’m good, thanks.”

“The food disappears fast around here; I guess little Shane over there has quite the appetite.”

You swat at his arm. “Don’t be mean.”

Daryl raises his brows and says, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Did Rick tell you?”

“Pfft, I have eyes and ears.”

You sigh. Daryl was very perceptive and noticed things maybe the others hadn’t, or simply chose to ignore. “My brother, he’s strong, but I know it’s killing him.”

“What about you? It can’t be easy seeing her every day.”

His question throws you slightly. Shane’s gone, and Lori’s going to spend the rest of her life carrying around this secret, with everyone silently judging her and to you that felt punishment enough. “I’ve made my peace with it; the only thing I care about now is making sure the kids never find out.”

He gives you a doubtful look.

Rick was a good man; he didn’t even know if the baby was his, but he was still doing his best to find a safe place for the kid and Lori to live. “Besides, the only thing killing me right now is my back,” you joke, attempting to lighten the mood.

“What’s wrong with it?"

“Nothing except carrying around tiny humans all day, which apparently isn’t shoulder blade friendly.”

He snorts out a laugh. “This little dude? Never.”

Using your free hand, you cover your mouth to hold back a giggle as Daryl begins to massage your back, making you blush like a schoolgirl.

—

In the morning, Rick, T-dog, Daryl, Maggie, and Glenn moved in to clear the next part of the lesion yard.

You hand Jace to Carl and say, “Take him and go stand further back from the fence, okay? And if anything happens, you run straight into one of the guard towers and lock the door.”

He nods, “Yes, ma’am.”

You laugh at his choice of words and ruffle his hair before turning your attention back to the fence. You begin to rattle the fence to draw walkers close enough to stab them in the head.

Some of the walkers were former prison officers, which made them harder to kill since they still had their riot gear on, but Maggie was managing to pull their helmets back and stab them from underneath the chin.

“Shit!”

You rush over to T-dog and stab the walker who got ahold of his weapon in the eye. He pats you on the shoulder before resuming to kill walkers.

“Where did they go?” Lori says.

You shoot your head up and notice they are gone. “They must have gone inside.”

—

After what feels like hours, your brother reappears and leads you all inside to cell block C.

Each cell had bunk beds, and even though there was plenty of space, it was advised to bunk up with someone for safety purposes. Everyone, aside from Daryl, who had decided to sleep on top of the staircase leading to the next level up.

You notice Carl carrying an armful of mattresses down the stairs and into the cell you were going to sleep in. “What’s going on, munchkin?”

He drops some onto the ground, saying, “These are for Jace, and the others are for my mom.”

Lori would definitely need the extra comfort once she gave birth. “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

He shrugs, “It was Daryl’s idea.”

You look up at the doorway and see the man in question standing there. He shrugs. “I just thought since the cell doors can still close over the mattresses, Jace would be able to crawl around on the floor without bumping his head on shit.”

“Thanks; I never would have thought of that.”

Once the mattresses are on the ground, you let Jace down and smile, watching as he looks around the cell, curious.

—

Anxiously, you pace back and forth, waiting for the rest of your group to return to cell block C. Your brother was leading a part of your group that had split off to search the rest of the prison, clearing out any walkers that they came across. Hopefully they would find some food, ammo, and medicine.

“Lily?”

Instinctively, you roll your eyes upon hearing Lori call your name. Jace looks peaceful sleeping; you would feel guilty waking him. “Carol, do you mind watching him for a minute?”

“Sure,” she smiles.

You walk into the cell Lori is sleeping in and are surprised to see how scared she looks as she rubs at her bump. “I know I have absolutely no right to ask you for any favors."

“That’s an understatement.”

“I haven’t felt the baby move in days, which means I could have lost it.”

You sit down beside her on the bed, now understanding why she was so scared. “How long has it been?”

“A few days,” she answers plainly.

You swallow thickly, not really knowing what to say. “There’s maybe nothing wrong; hell, I didn’t even feel Jace until he came out.”

She scoffs. “I’m being serious, Lily; if I turn, I need you to put me down. Not Rick, not Carl. It would destroy them.”

“It won’t come to that.”

She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I know it, okay? This pregnancy isn’t the same as my last one; I know something is wrong. And if me and this baby are dead, just promise me you’ll do what needs to be done. Don’t let my boy see me as one of those things.”

“I—I—”

“Please, I am begging you.”

You attempt to comfort Lori by squeezing her hand. “I promise, if it comes to it, I’ll pull the trigger.”

[targayrenss]

The Mad Queen (I)

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon(Targaryen )!Oc Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon (Targaryen) Oc!,Cregan Stark x Oc

Content:🔞, Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Author's Note:I imagine hunter as Visenya but if you have another face claim it's fine

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Visenya was returning from a little trip on Cannibal's back, each day getting bigger almost reaching the size of the queen of dragons, Vhagar.

"Would you like us to run a bath, princess?"

—That would be incredible, Lana—Lana was her lady-in-waiting now that they lived in Dragonstone, the servant was a young woman of only ten and one name day.

Upon entering the castle she found her mother supervising the classes of her brother, Jacaerys.

"By the gods, I feel that with each lesson it gets worse."

Visenya greeted her mother with a kiss on the cheek and hers her brother Joffrey just stroked her brown hair.

—Visenya! Don't be rude to your brother.

—He's right, mother, even Visenya is more fluent in Valyrian than I am.

"It's because I spend my mornings and afternoons with the septa and leave my sword lessons for later."

Jace was going to answer but Daemon entered the room looking annoyed.

“Leave us.” Visenya took her younger brother into her arms, who were followed by the youngest's nannies.

As young Aegon fiddled with him in his chambers, his mother entered holding a rolled-up piece of parchment.

“What is it, mother?” Rhaenyra didn't answer but she handed over the letter.

The young woman herself read the content, the frown was enough to know that she thought.

"Do you really plan to question Luke's legitimacy?"

— He is an ambitious man, my love, men like him think of nothing but themselves

"I suppose King's Landing?"

"With this being a problem for us, maybe we need an ally or a peace deal."

—I know what you mean mother, I will do my duty, as always

"Thank you for understanding, sweet girl."

The Red Keep had changed quite a bit since the last time she was here.

—I would let Aegon and his wives cut off my head and give it to their dragons for allowing this—Daemon laughed at his daughter's words but it was true, the Hightower's reigned and they made it known.

—We will go with the King, take care that your brothers do not get into trouble

"I'll see Aunt Helaena, I think they can take care of themselves for once."

Visenya found Helaena in the nursery, her aunt embroidering while her children played with wooden dragons.

"Aunt Helaena, it's wonderful to see you again." Helaena put her work aside and got up excited.

—Visenya! It's lovely to see you again.

The young mother introduced her to her children, Visenya thought they were lucky they didn't look like Aegon, it would be punishment enough for her poor aunt.

"Brother! Visenya is here." Visenya turned around hoping it wasn't Aegon she was talking to.

Aemond had changed so much, but not like the red fortress, he did it for the better, now he was tall, his hair is longer and for a few moments Visenya thanked her brother for taking out his eye.

—Princess Visenya, blessed are the eyes that see you.

"Man, it's good to see you again, too."

Neither of them could take their eyes off the other, they didn't even notice when Helaena decided to leave them alone.

—You look beautiful, cousin, Dragonstone has treated you well

—Your words could be taken as treason, I would have your league for it

—I can't imagine how horrible it would be for you, a husband without a tongue, I don't wish it on any lady

—I could live with it—Finally, Visenya dared to jump into the arms of her fiancée —So many years without you were like losing the battle when you thought you had won it.

Visenya and Aemond spent their day in the gardeners until the hour of the owl, she preferred not to mention the subject of her brother's hearing, she knew Aemond's opinion and honestly she would not like to hear it.

Visenya was standing with her mother on one side and her father on the other.

She was bored and fed up, they shouldn't even be here listening to Otto Hightower's cunt pretending to be king and Vaemond Velaryon begging for attention.

She yawned loudly earning herself a pinch from her mother.

——Ouch!, why did you do it?, that hurts you know

—Princess Visenya, if this is not in her interest, I invite her to retire.

"This is in no one's interest, and you Vaemond Velaryon are just a second son who has no right to order me around, which is why we are here."

Daemon and Aegon laughed at her words, Visenya wanted to beat that smile off Aegon's face.

When it was finally her mother's turn to defend Luke, her grandfather walked in, drawing everyone's attention.

Visenya couldn't stop the tears from falling down her eyes, her grandfather who was her father figure before Daemon claimed her as his own, he was almost dead, if it wasn't for that cane that supported his weight he would have already fallen.

After that, everything happened very quickly for Visenya.

She only remembers how Vaemond called her a demon disguised as Velaryon, having shared looks with her father so that she would kill him while she covered Lucerys' eyes.

And now she was sitting next to Aemond, at what was possibly the most uncomfortable dinner she's ever been to.

And to give him a worse ending than the audience, Aemond decided to give a stupid and funny toast in turn.

—And how her father, strong—While her brothers fought with her uncles, Visenya took what was left of her wine and left there.

"Visenya! Wait!

"You had to, right? When you call them bastards, you say it to me too."

—Your mother and father are married now, you were legitimacy from their wedding day

Visenya stopped and saw him.

—Do you know what you did with your actions from a moment ago? It is your duty to fix it now.

The young woman disappeared into the darkness of the corridors, Aemond went to her father's chambers.

He had only been there once, he never visited his father, he didn't have to.

He was going to beg her not to cancel his wedding to Visenya because of his stupidity.

[overheardinidris]

Alec: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl...

Jace:

Clary:

Izzy:

Jace: Who?

Alec: That's the thing we don't—

*everyone stares at Jace*

[bohemian-nights]

Arlī(Anew)- Chapter 3

Word Count: ~3,740 words

Rating: 18+

Warnings⚠️: Uncle/niece incest

Description: As Naerys traced over her husband's battle scars she was reminded of the fact that her uncle had led a full life before their marriage.

AN: This story takes place from episode 5 onward. I’ve changed things up a bit but I’ve kept the timeline intact.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

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116 AC- Dragonstone

“Do they hurt?” It was early morning, the sun had not come out yet. Naerys hovered over her husband admiring the scars on his pale neck. The pair lay naked as their name days. They were a mess of limbs. A couple of moons back Naerys would not be able to meet Daemon's violet eyes as she did so, but there was no need for shame anymore. The two had done everything together.

As Naerys traced over her husband's battle scars she was reminded of the fact that her uncle had led a full life before their marriage. One steeped in war, distant lands, and exotic people though the latter she tries not to think of too much.

“Not anymore,” he hummed before taking her hand to bring to his mouth landing a kiss upon each digit. Her husband she had found out was a night owl. not an early riser. Daemon could sleep half the day away in their bed.

Her husband had moved her things into his chambers. The Sea Tower, where Naerys' old chambers were located, was too far away from the main tower. They would have more space to expand in the Stone Drum where her husband had taken up residence. The rooms in the tower were much more spacious anyway which afforded them greater privacy.

“īlon emagon nykeā early rhaenagon kepus.” Daemon had resumed her Valyrian lessons at her insistence. Naerys was a perfectionist at heart. She did not want to be just good enough in her language abilities. Her husband had not been easy on her and for that she was grateful.

“The name day of one of Rhaenyra’s bastards can wait.” Naerys frowned at her husband’s choice of words. Her cousins' boys were children. They were not responsible for the alleged sins of their parents. They were victims of it.

“You are being cruel.” She pinched him on his thigh. Apparently not hard enough as her husband only laughed at her attempts to scold him. Daemon had once said that her grip was that of a small child.

“On the contrary byka mēre.” Daemon pulled her down to seat her firmly on his lap. Naerys let out a yelp at the sudden movement feeling a spell of dizziness that was becoming all too common these days. Her husband’s cock brushed against her folds. A wave of arousal overtook her. Giving her a new reason to feel dizzy. Daemon was not totally unaffected as he planted a firm smack upon her backside which only added to the heat of the moment.

Naerys was tempted to sink down and remedy the predicament they often found themselves in, but thought better of it. They could not laze around in pleasure all day. If they wanted to “I rejoice every time our niece gives birth to another strong black-haired son.” No one would accept a bastard to the throne, least of all a bastard born from a woman.

Daemon’s position and her own would advance, but the young princess did not want to be queen. She had grown quite content with their life on Dragonstone. There they only had to live for themselves. The crown was a burden she did not wish for. Viserys had sons, but with a succession crisis, there was no way to be certain that their claims would not be counted.

“My aunt has black hair kepus.” Rhaenys mother had been a Baratheon and had looked every inch a lady of her house. Her aunt had inherited her dark hair from her. Rhaenyra’s own mother had been an Arryn. They had their fair share of dark-haired children born of the Vale house.

“I suppose Rhaenys has a pug nose as well?” Jace and Lucerys were still babies. It was not unheard of for a young child’s features to change as they age. Naerys herself had been born with lilac eyes that had turned deep violet by the time she had reached her tenth name day.

“Ser Harwin is married to Laena.” Naerys could not picture the daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen being content in a marriage where her husband could care less for her feelings. Nor could she picture her uncle the Sea Snake allowing the affair to go on without any protest.

“Poor sweet little niece. You do not know the ways of men.” Her husband still babied her. A great deal in fact. Daemon could not seem to go a day without infantilizing her. He mostly did it to tease her though. There was no rancor behind his words. His lilac eyes had gone soft despite his expression.

“Are you not a man kepus?” She arched a silver eyebrow at him. She knew what his answer would be of course, but it was now her turn to goad him.

“I am but your humble servant princess.” The pale man tried to look penitent, but a humble man Daemon was not. Naerys had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at her husband. Naerys briefly looked out the window near their bed which earned her another smack. Ever the impatient man. He too was like a child in some ways.

The sun had finally decided to make its appearance. They would never leave their chambers, much less Dragonstone. Turning her attention back to Daemon, Naerys leaned down to kiss him, snaking her right hand into his silver hair. Her husband grew sensitive when she tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck while her other hand traveled down and slipped between them.

She only stopped when she reached his member. Taking it within her small brown hands she began to pump his length which caused a groan to spill from his mouth into hers. The rogue prince became compliant and easily distracted by his wife’s touches. Distracted enough for Naerys to slip out of bed if she was quick.

“Your princess commands you to rise my prince,” she leaned down to whisper in his ear. He had not yet realized her intent until she released her grip upon him. Her husband flopped back on the bed with a groan. He reached out for her but she took advantage of his lazy state and escaped to the opposite side of the room giggling.

Kings Landing had not changed much in the year since Naerys had last seen it. The capital had never been a pleasant place. In the summertime, the sweltering heat made the city unbearable. The people made it even more so. King's Landing was never planned for the number of citizens it housed. On some especially hot days, the smell of human waste could travel to the Red Keep. Dragonstone’s smell of smoke and earth was preferable to the stench of the overcrowded city.

They had been the first of the guests invited to arrive; Rhaenyra and Laenor had been the ones to receive them upon their arrival into the city. The two were waiting at the entrance of the dragon pit when they landed Silverwing and Caraxes. Their “sons” were nowhere in sight.

Rhaenyra had greeted Daemon first with a look Naerys did not want to place (her husband had thankfully not returned said look) before turning to greet her with a tight smile, calling her aunt and kissing her lightly upon the cheek.

Naerys had long since told the king's heir to not refer to her as such. Rhaenyra was two years older than her. Laenor had welcomed them both with a simple cousin and a slight nod of his head.

Her quarrels with her cousin-turned-niece had started long before her marriage to Daemon. Rhaenyra had so affectionately dubbed her “a Targaryen in name only” when she had first mounted her dragon Syrax. As if Naerys did not have a Velaryon mother as well as a Targaryen father. She may not have the spirit of the conqueror, but in blood, she was every inch the proper Valyrian princess as Rhaenyra was if not more so.

The royal couple then showed their aunt and uncle to their chambers. They were given Daemon’s old apartments near the kings in Maegor's holdfast. Rhaenyra and Laenor had moved their chambers near Laena and her husband in the tower of the hand. The last time Naerys had stayed at the Red Keep she had been put in chambers above the serpentine stairs near Alicent and her children.

They did not see the rest of their family until dinner which had been a strained affair. Alicent and Rhaenyra sat on opposite sides of Viserys who seemed to serve as a buffer between his family's two factions. Aegon and Laenor sat next to their mother and wife respectively. Naerys and her husband were seated by Aemond and Helaena. Both of which had both been deemed old enough to dine with the rest of their family.

Aemond, who was seated next to Daemon, seemed in awe of his uncle. Naerys had to contain her laughter at her husband’s annoyance with being fawned over by the boy. Aemond spoke to his uncle in near-perfect Valyrian which irritated both Alicent and Daemon.

He had even tried to converse with Naerys in the language of their ancestors, but quickly gave up the endeavor when he realized she was not proficient as she stumbled over half her words. She could understand Valyrian better than she could speak it, but she was far from mastering their native tongue.

“I’d be willing to teach you aunt if you like.” It was said with the pride of a child who knew his accomplishments. Alicent’s children had taken to calling her aunt. Though the term seemed more sincere coming from the mouths of the youngest of her cousins than their half-sister.

Where Aemond possessed a good sense of childhood wonder and curiosity his brother seemed to lack basic human empathy. Aegon spoke before he thought. When there had been a gap in the conversation at the table Aegon had so dutifully chosen to fill it.

“Should you not be with child by now aunt?” He had been observing her throughout dinner as had most of the other dinner guests though they were polite enough to not comment about her failings as a wife. Half their family thought her barren. Daemon had managed to get his mistress pregnant and would have had a child by now had she not lost it so the problem could not lie with the rogue prince.

Alicent quickly reprimanded the boy, ordering him to apologize to his aunt. Daemon had not held his tongue threatening to “tan his hide,” which he was met with a wide-eyed look of horror from the queen. The king dismissed his youngest children displeased with their behavior, sending them to bed before dessert could be served. Even Rhaenyra looked aghast at her half-brother’s boldness, though once the children had taken their leave her cousin's sympathies had ended.

“My aunt looks tired uncle.” The Realms Delight gave her a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “Perhaps you should send her to bed as well.” Naerys cousin acted as if was a naughty child who had stayed up past her bedtime. It was infuriating, but even more so when her husband had taken Rhaenyra’s advice. He had looked sympathetic enough, but he sent her to bed all the same.

Naerys had meant to tell her husband off, but she had fallen asleep before her uncle could make it back to their chambers. She had truly been quite exhausted. The stress of packing and getting ready for their journey had taken up most of her energy and her husband had sensed it. That did not give him the right to order her around in front of others.

Naerys woke up nauseated before. The sun had yet to rise. She barely made it to her chamber pot before she emptied out the contents of her stomach. It was not until she had finished expelling what remained of last night's dinner that she realized Daemon had yet to come back to their chambers.

The young bride debated where she might look for her husband or if she should even look for him in the first place. Daemon had been more attentive in the last six moons of their marriage, but they were back in the capital. There were so many distractions to be found. Old wounds could reappear and fester with a vengeance.

Naerys made up her mind that she would not hide away in her chambers as though she were a frightened chambermaid. Better to know the truth of last night now than wonder about it later. Thankfully the truth had been easy to recover. Boisterous laughter could be heard upon exiting their chambers. The source of which came from the king’s apartments.

Daemon had been the first to notice her after Viserys guards let her into her uncle’s chambers. “Is it not the prettiest little thing in all of the seven kingdoms coming to grace us mere mortals with her unearthly presence,” her husband's eyes lit up as if he had been waiting for her.

He greeted Naerys with a not-so-innocent kiss, lifting her up bridal style as he walked back over to where he was seated by Viserys' dying fire. “Did you sleep well sweetling?” Daemon had become more affectionate in the past six months, but he was usually this open with his tenderness towards his young bride in the company of others.

Her husband was drunk. She would learn from Alicent later that the king had dismissed the rest of the dinner guests last night shortly after Naerys herself had been sent to bed. The two had been up drinking and reminiscing fondly on their youth the whole night.

Naerys noted that the ruby-faced king looked more refreshed than he had in years. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her eldest uncle if only for the night. If one did not take notice of his missing hand they would think that Viserys was the picture of health.

Daemon reached for his glass, but Naerys was faster, lifting the glass from his hand and downing it in one gulp. The liquor burned the back of her throat. She had expected sweet wine instead greeted with the sour taste of ale.

“If you drink kepus then I shall as well.” Both men let out a laugh at their niece’s boldness. Daemon never liked her drinking much. On occasion, she was allowed wine, but never anything stronger than that.

“Was she not made for me brother?” The king let out a hearty laugh. Her husband continued on his conversation with his brother without touching another drop of ale. Naerys knew that it would take him several hours and a long nap before he sobered up, but it was a start and he would no doubt thank her for it once he came to his senses.

It was well past dawn when the king began to grow tired. Naerys had enlisted the help of one of her uncle's guards to get Daemon back into their chambers. Her husband had managed to strip himself and collapsed onto their bed once Ser Erryk (or Ser Arryk Naerys could never tell the two apart) had left.

He had tried to convince his wife to stay with him as he slept, but Alicent had invited her to tea much to her husband's ire. Naerys uncle only let her leave when she promised that she would be back before he woke. With the ale in his system Daemon would no doubt not awaken until the next morning.

“How do you like Dragonstone Naerys,” Alicent questioned as she poured the steaming liquid into her good niece's cup. The queen and Naerys took their tea on the edge of the back gardens overlooking the bay. Helaena had been made to attend, but the girl grew restless which led to her mother dismissing her, letting the young girl venture further into the garden with her septa, no doubt in search of bugs to play with.

“Well enough your grace.” Naerys had never given much thought to her good aunt. Alicent was too close in age to herself to be looked at as a surrogate mother and too far apart to be thought of as a peer. They did have their commonalities of course. Both were motherless young girls who had married men who were out of their depth. Perhaps it was for that reason the queen had to impart some words of wisdom to her the morning after her wedding.

“Take comfort in the mother Naerys. She will give you strength.” Alicent had hugged her for dear life. Whispering the words into her ear almost a year past. Naerys had been a different girl then. One scared and lonely married to a man who saw her as a possession. Alicent knew that pain better than anyone.

A wave of nausea hit Naerys before she could take a sip of her tea. She had tried to push down the feeling, but her body had won out the fight. She left the table in just enough time to retch into a nearby flower bed.

Alicent was over in seconds holding her silver braid back from her face. “Have you seen a Maester yet?” The older woman helped her back into her chair. Ordering a nearby servant to fetch them some ginger tea. Naerys could not meet the queen's eyes as she shook her head.

She had been meaning to see Maester Orlys before they had left Dragonstone, but she did not want to get her hopes up. “Maester Mellos can be discreet,” the pale woman took her hand in her own. Gently rubbing comforting circles on the back of her brown one. Before Naerys could answer, the two were interrupted by a member of the city watch.

“The little prince is asking for you, my Queen.” The knight addressed Alicent, but his eyes had not left Naerys as he had. He was tall, dark-haired, and handsome enough with a familiar air of grace that Naerys could not quite place.

“You remember my brother Ser Gwayne?” The Hightower knight gave her a curt nod finally turning his gaze towards his sister. Naerys felt almost ashamed that she had not recognized the man before.

“Gwayne, please escort Naerys back to her chambers.” Rising from her chair with Naerys hand still in her own, Alicent gave her a knowing smile. “You should rest before the feast tonight. I will send Maester Mellos to check on you.” With a final squeeze, the queen let go of her hand. Her green skirts trailed after her as she exited the garden making her way back into the Red Keep in search of her youngest son.

It had been years since Naerys had last seen the Hightower knight. The last time she had was at a tourney. He had been but a boy of fifteen name days under the thumb of his father. Ser Gwanye was a man grown now.

Ser Gwanye had been the first to break the silence that had enveloped them as they journey back to Naerys quarters. “How do you find your stay, princess?” Ever the soldier, his brown eyes flitted around the corridors of the castle looking for any sign of danger that might come their way.

“Unchanged.” Naerys decided to get a good look at the knight. He was younger than Alicent. He could not have been much older than Naerys herself. He had been handsome from a distance, but up close he was a sight. Naerys had never met Alicents mother but she imagined that her youngest children had inherited her looks rather than their father’s.

They had reached the serpentine stairs when a wave of dizziness overtook Naerys. She had been careful to take the steps one at a time, but she tripped on a loose piece of stone before they could reach the bottom. Ser Gwanye had grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. Saving her from tumbling down the steep steps. The knight had meant to set her back on her feet when a growl could be heard at the bottom of the stairs.

“I’d advise you to unhand my wife Ser,” Daemon barked at the man from where he stood. His violet eyes were overtaken by the black of his pupils. His sword hand rests on Dark Sister. No doubt waiting for the Hightower knight to make one wrong move.

Ser Gwanye hesitates to release her seeing the mood that her uncle was in. He only does so when Naerys gives him a small smile, thanking him for delivering her to her husband. Daemon wastes no time in grabbing her from the Hightower knight once he freed her from his grip.

“He was being kind Daemon.” Her husband was practically dragging her back to their chambers. Keeping pace with him had always been a struggle, but Naerys could hardly compete with the prince's gait when he was angry.

“He’s a Hightower. They always want something,” the rogue prince replied with a curse under his breath. Naerys would have laughed at her husband's silliness, had she not found it difficult to catch her breath.

She debated if she should tell her uncle to take her to the maesters rather than their chambers. The princess put aside the idea when she thought of what he might reveal. Daemon seemed to realize that his young bride was struggling. Not wanting to waste any more time, Naerys husband picks her up and throws her over his shoulder as if she were a rag doll.

“Kepus.” Daemon could never behave for very long if at all. The gardens were on the opposite side of the Red Keep from their chambers. Half the court would see them before they could reach them. Naerys tried to worm free from her uncle’s hold, but it was no use.

“Ao issi tolī paez ābrazȳrys,” Her husband jostled her as she continued to squirm. He planted a smack firmly on her backside. Jason Lannister passed them right as he had, sniggering at the sight. Naerys wanted to die from embarrassment, but the lord had ceased his laughter when Daemon turned to face him.

Whatever look he had given him had shut the proud lord up and sent him on a brisk pace in the opposite direction. To Naerys' relief they had made it back to their chambers without so much as to come across another living soul.

Translations:

īlon emagon nykeā early rhaenagon kepus: We have an early start uncle

Kepus: uncle

Byka mēre: Little one

Ao issi tolī paez ābrazȳrys: You are too slow wife

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[magnificentsapcaddy]

HOTTEST NEW HOTD THEORIES FOR Q3 2024

Jojen was not in the Bran Paste, but was in the Daemon Paste that Alys gave him

Viserys was right and Luke and Jace really were Laenor's

The Arya Prophecy Dagger actually just says "this dagger is the property of Aegon the Conqueror" and neither Viserys nor Jaehaerys could really read High Valyrian (EVIDENCE: Aegon II is also king and can't read it either)

Arryk and Erryk were just one guy named Aerryk moving very quickly

Alys Rivers was lying when she said she was a barn owl cursed to live in the body of a human, but only because she's a crow cursed to live in the body of a human

The Bracken's and Blackwood's thing is all kayfabe. They pretend to fight until the king or the Tully's or someone give one family a stipend of recompense and then both houses split it. The Battle of the Burning Mill was a false flag

Cregan's Greybeards don't really give a shit about Rhaenyra or anything, they're just trying to get the hell away from the Night Man in a long, Scooby-Doo style chase (BONUS: In season 3, the Night Man will finally come to King's Landing, and he will speak English)

Whoever wins the Dance of the Dragons (no spoilers!) will actually secretly be a Celtigar

Jeyne Arryn invented the female condom

Mushroom was right about everything

[buffyspeak]

“i’ll be sure to tell your mundane boyfriend you died in a tragic jewelry making accident” sorry i laughed izzy it’s just that it was funny

[jacevelaryonswife]

Tonight, I will be the fire of your desire

Gently pushing him onto the bed, you sat him down on the mattress to snuggle into his lap and whispered close to your beautiful prince’s ear: “Tonight, I will be the fire of your desire, husband."

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

a/n: This was fun to write, I hope you all like it. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. Jace is overage.

warnings: nswf graphic content, smut, oral sex (male receiving), overestimulation. Don’t read if you’re underage please.

inspired by @missglaskin ‘s work and Venus — Shocking Blues

It is the fifteenth name day of Prince Lucerys Velaryon. As a result, the Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne Rhaenyra Targaryen has organized festivities throughout the day to present her sweet son.

Music and wine enlivened and filled the gray hall of Targaryen headquarters. It was rare to behold such joy in a castle so devoid of beauty — not that you aired your opinion for other ears — but you used the occasion to amuse yourself. You tried vehemently, however, you were unsuccessful. Your mind was solely on the figure of your husband, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, who was smiling happily around young lords and his brother, holding a glass of wine.

Worrisome.

It wasn't your wish that he was drunk at the end of the night, so, taking advantage of the opportune occasion to approach the future heir to the Iron Throne, you slipped between the other men at the table and your beloved prince.

“My lords, may I steal my lord husband for a dance?” Inquired casually — or so you wanted them to believe.

“Does your wife need to ask you out for a dance, Velaryon?” one of Jace's friends asked mockingly, earning a sizable look.

"I won't insult you in front of my wife, later, who knows." He responded in kind, taking your hand and leading the way away from the prying eyes of his companions.

The song in question was upbeat but allowed their bodies to be close. Like a good opportunist, you used proximity to put your plan into action — which wasn't very ingenious actually. “I know I already said how handsome you look today, but I didn't mention how good you look in red. It's your color. Not that the other colors don't do it any favors, but they're not like red.”

“You look beautiful today too, my love. You look beautiful every day, in every color, in every dress, at every moment.” He said happily. “You are lovely, my lady.”

“You are lovely too, my sweet husband, so I must advise you.” You leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Don't drink too much tonight, I have a surprise for you in our chambers."

His grip on your waist didn't go unnoticed. His breath caught in your intense gaze and suggestive smile, so when Jacaerys returned to the table he didn't drink a drop of wine for the rest of the night, keeping an eye on you — as you on him. You were more sexually active than he was, although the prince was a competent lover in bed.

He liked to take control, yet he loved to see you ride him uninhibited. However today you would neglect your pleasure for his. In fact, your pleasure in watching him shudder beneath your body will be more than done. That's why, when the owl sings and the eyes hide, Jace and you are already in your shared room, kissing intensely and full of desire. There's no shyness when his hands roam around your waist and squeeze with ownership, claiming you as his. He was beautiful, with full lips and soft hair. He was yours, only yours.

"Not today." You murmur into his lips as you stop him from taking off your dress.

The anticipation in his gaze encouraged your next step. Gently pushing him onto the bed, you sat him down on the mattress to snuggle into his lap and whispered close to your beautiful husband's ear: "Tonight, I will be the fire of your desire, husband."

He shuddered gently, automatically stiffening with a low throaty groan as you finished your errand.

“I will be your whore.”

You gently laid him down on the bed, leaving him without your body heat to sensually undress in front of your husband. He propped himself up on his elbows to enjoy the show. You were beautiful, the fairest of ladies, the future mother of his children and future queen of the seven kingdoms. You will be the most beautiful queen Westeros has ever seen, and you will be his alone.

Another moan fell from Jace's lips as you squeezed his established erection, thrusting yourself between his legs before pulling off his boots and pants, exposing the beautiful manhood ready for you.

“Enjoy it, my king.”

He let out a loud, deep moan as he felt your tongue circle the end of his cock and collect the typical white liquid contained there. You licked it from the tip to the bottom of the head before taking it into your wet mouth.

It's a dream for him, a fucking wet dream.

Jace stroked your hair before lying fully on the bed and reveling in your mouth and hand massaging the neglected part of his cock. You love having him at your mercy, and you do your best to satisfy your husband completely. You suck on him like crazy, needing to feel the hot cock squirm in your mouth and the sensual sounds filling the room often. He releases himself to moan more when you have him in your mouth.

When you tease him moaning around his cock it's too much, he grips your hair getting ready to come. But then, the worst thing happens in the moment.

You walked away.

Thinking you was going to ride him, Jace looks at you with heavy eyes and a slightly open mouth when he realizes that you is not.

"What happened?" he asks, breathless and horny. Please, just a little longer.

“I don't want you to come now. I want to stay like this all night, I want to feel you sweaty and worn beneath me. Do you want it, husband?”

“Yes, please, please, oh fuck.” He grunted, embarrassing himself for the curse. Oh, you felt the wetness rise in your thighs. "I'm sorry for the-"

“I like it when you use dirty words.”

You waited a few minutes before lazily masturbate him. Helping him remove the rest of his clothes, he grabbed your lips like a starving man and it took everything in you not to ride him hard and hot, your womanhood needing your husband's sword.

Pushing him away again, you returned to luxuriate between his legs. Licking the length, sucking firmly on the head, nibbling the sensitive skin and playing with his balls.

“Oh my love, please don’t stop.”

You didn't stop. Continuing to push him to the limit and park when he felt him stiffen repeatedly. He was a sweaty mess, with ragged breathing and heavy eyes below you. So beautiful. It was too much for you. Crawling onto the bed and stopping over the wet manhood, you rubbed your little mound of nerves and moaned with lust.

“Oh husband, I want you.”

With his firm hands holding your waist, you desperately straddled him. There was no slow start, just the delicious, almost violent collision of bodies. It was so wet and hot as you glided in easily and felt your core tighten. Neither of you lasted very long, coming so hard and loud that probably some Dragonstone guests could hear.

"I love you." Jace said with difficulty, eyes tightly closed and a small smile threatening to break out on his lips.

“I love you too, my king. I will give you as many children as you want.” You said satisfied, lazily moving to his side.

He filled your face with gentle kisses, murmuring something you understood to be good night. Indeed, it was a great night.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi my gremlin brain just activated and now I can’t stop thinking of the prompt, what if Asmodeus instead of Magnus’ magic, asked for the parabatai bond. Thinking that if Magnus severed the bond then Alex would breakup with Magnus and Magnus would come crying back to edom. Only Alec loves and trusts Magnus and is tired of being second fiddle to Jace so he understands that the bond has to be sacrificed to finish the owl and save Jace. Idk. I didn’t really have a whole idea, just Asmodeus trying to wreak havoc.

here we go, i had quite a bit of fun with the idea of asmodeus asking for the bond because it only makes sense that alec and jace pay the price to save jace rather than magnus who already risked himself going to edom

alec is super pragmatic and he knows everything has a cost. in my opinion it was super weird magnus paid the price and alec is only more relieved that jace is still alive than that the bond is broken. not only that, magnus saved him from what should have been a fatal wound since his arrows are adamas.

so i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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Magnus gets back from Edom in time to see Jace driving one of Alexander’s own arrows into Magnus’ beloved’s heart.

Magnus screams in fury as he lashes out, the strength of his magic throwing Jace back, purging him with Asmodeus’ borrowed power. He uses his own magic to trap him there, ensuring he’ll be stuck under a barrier until he’s found.

There is a price to be paid for the magic he’s using and if he doesn’t pay quickly, the price will increase.

If Magnus doesn’t break Alexander’s parabatai bond now and quickly, then his father will think he’s backing down. It’s with agony that Magnus floods Alexander’s body with his magic.

Magnus portals them both away, leaving Jace unconscious in the alley.

He gets Alexander on their bed and strips him with magic, snapping all of the arrow away but the head imbedded in his boy’s heart. Alexander’s eyes flutter weakly but he’s aware, bolstered by Magnus’ magic.

“You’re ‘kay?” His boy asks him, desperately, searchingly. “Wha’d you pay?”

“Nothing but to ask you to trust me, as you always do.”

Alexander nods instantly and asks tiredly, pained, “Jace?”

“It will hurt him, but it will save his life. Lilith will no longer have any control over him.”

Alec smiles up at him, blood burbling from the corner of his mouth as he coughs.

“I trus’ you. L’ve you.” His eyes are fluttering and Magnus kisses him, easing him with magic into unconsciousness.  Magnus summons the stele his father handed him with a smirk and draws a rune over the parabatai rune and then he draws three more.

They are both demonic and divine and with his father’s power still boosting him, Magnus has no problems ripping Alexander and Jace’s bond apart.  Alexander convulses and coughs up more blood and Magnus uses magic to hold him down — even unconscious his body is reacting to losing a piece of what its held for years as its own soul.

Magnus rips Jace from Alexander like one might rip the skin from a carcass or a hook from a wound. It’s dug in and tightly barbed but Magnus is merciless, because he promised Alexander that Jace would live and he will, but as with all things there will be a price.

And this is it.

His father thinks that Alexander will hate him, will loathe him for this but Magnus knows better and he knows that what Alec wants the most is Jace to be still alive and to also live. Alexander will forgive him because his boy is viciously pragmatic and he understands that things have cost better than most.

Magnus works desperately the moment the bond is broken, ignoring the pain he’s causing to call for Catarina and to desperately try and heal his by.

It’s hours before his and Cat’s combined work leave a deep but no longer fatal wound.  And impressive task when you consider that adamas wounds rarely heal.

Alexander wakes slowly, eyes wet and wild as he looks up at Magnus and gasps out his name in shock as his body shakes.

“Jace—” he gets out hoarsly.

“Alive, but no longer your parabatai. Two lives saved for the cost of two soul shards.” Magnus says, making it sound much less intimate than the price truly was.

“Are you upset with me, sayang?” Magnus asks gently as he leans down and presses his ear to Alexander’s beating heart, gently hovering over the skin, not actually pressing down for fear of hurting the tender and raw wound.

“It’s the price that should have been paid from the beginning.” Alexander says and he sounds sad but grim. “Jace was brought back and the bond came back wrong from the beginning. It was broken like it wasn’t supposed to reform.” And Magnus lifts his head and watches as Alexander looks at him, eyes damp, “and what else could you have done, Magnus? This was always Jace and mine’s price to pay. You only ever went to Edom for me and that you came back unharmed is a gift I can’t take lightly.”

Alexander is serious, so sincere as he speaks and Magnus once again sighs with delight at how earnest and loving his boy is.

“My father hoped to break my heart. That by breaking your parabatai bond, I would have betrayed you. That you would hate me.”

Alexander scoffs and shakes his head, pain on his face but adoration still strong in his eyes.

“You saved us, Magnus. Me and Jace. I wouldn’t have made it with that much adamas in my heart without your magic and Jace would still be under Lilith.” Alec coughs and shifts with a grimace before he looks at Magnus sulkily. “I just had a piece of my soul ripped out Magnus, and my heart stabbed. I think I’d rather have cuddles than conversations right now.”

Magnus blinks and stares at his magnificent boy, who is looking at him with a pout and Magnus already knew, but he truly can’t resist Alexander.

“Jace is going to have a bitch of a time healing too.” Alexander mutters, and he sounds smug in only the way a nephilim can once they are out of true danger and are pleased with their skills.

“Oh?”

“He always said my arrow training wouldn’t ever come in handy.” Alexander rasps out with a hoarse, forced chuckle that seems a little sad, “but I got him in every tendon and to drop his weapons. So—” and here Alexander looks grimly pleased, “he was wrong.”

Magnus soothes a hand over his boy’s face and just drinks in his exhausted and pained face. Alexander is alive and that is all that matters and Magnus reminds himself of this as he leans forward and delicately kisses his beloved with a fierce possessiveness despite how gentle he is.

Because Alexander trusts him and Asmodeus was wrong and going to Edom was worth having Alexander’s soul all to himself.

—

Elsewhere at the New York Institute, Izzy sobs as she holds a screaming Jace down. Clary is crying to, unable to help her beyond activating Izzy’s strength runes.

“He’s gone Izzy. He’s gone.” Jace sobs and Izzy wails with him as she clutches the bare patch of skin that he only lets her touch. Clary watches with shaking fingers and wet eyes as they mourn.