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catsteeth · 7 days ago

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The Childbed

Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Stark Reader

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Request: “So we know Jace is very proud of his bedroom action, so I'm obviously going to have to see his reaction when he finally gets Stark Reader pregnant. I'd also like to see Jacaerys and Reader going to Rhaenyra for advice since they both look up to her.” CW: MDNI. Mention of arranged marriage, pregnancy, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (fem rec), descriptions of sickness, medieval OBGYN, NSFW themes, slight angst,

Word Count: 4k

The martial bliss that fell upon both you and Jace heavily. Your love was clear to everyone who saw you both together. He always made sure you were by his side, he held your hand and looked at you with the utmost love and adoration. He was never shy about his affection, he often kissed you in any setting, and during council, he always held your hand under the table. You and he were nearly inseparable, and when you were away from one another for too long you both grew more and more frustrated.

And after a long day without you by his side, once Jace finally had you alone in his chamber your skirts were hiked up to your waist, and your husband's face was between your thighs. “Mmmphm…” You moaned whilst biting your bottom lip. You pulled on his hair as he suckled on your sensitive clit gently. He closed his eyes as he drank you in. Gods it was unfair that high lords and politcs kept him from you for so long. He licked you as if he was trying to memorize your taste and engrave the sounds of your moans into his brain. You continued to pull on Jace’s brown curls as his pace increased with your desire, “Awwh… Jace, awe- I need you.” You whined.

Jace’s mouth abandoned your cunt for a moment and his grip tightened on your thighs, “You have me.” He said breathlessly as he kissed your inner thigh sloppily.

You sat up and grabbed hold of his jaw, forcing him to look at you, “No, I need more of you.” You demanded.

Jacaerys couldn’t help but smirk slightly at your request. He was proud of the pleasure he could bring to you. He felt it only proved his worth as a husband to you more. As if being the future king was not enough. But he eagerly obeyed you, pushing himself up for his mouth to meet yours. As your tongues met one another in a passionate embrace, Jacaerys’s hands were frantically undoing the ties of his trousers.

As soon as his length was free, he pushed into you without any resistance from how wet you were.

You weren’t quite with your noises, the sounds of the ancient wooden headboard hitting the wall again and again mixed with the melodic sounds of you and your husband's moans echoed throughout the halls. There was no question if this union was a happy one.

Jace moaned into the hollow of your neck as you held him close to you. Your body writhing against his as he thrust against you.

He whispered prayers of worship for you against your hot skin, but your wind was far too consumed with pleasure to register the words.

A knot tightened in your belly as you felt yourself coming to your peak. And once you felt Jace’s heat spill into you, the knot snapped. You fell apart around him but he held you tightly against him.

Jacaerys was a kind and doting husband. He not only brought you pleasure but was sure to take care of you. He and you bathed with one another afterward and ate a good meal before retiring.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

But all night you tossed and turned as nausea and stomach cramps came and went in waves. Finally, you submitted knowing that sleep would not find you.

You looked over to Jace lying beside you. Smiling to yourself softly as you looked upon his relaxed face and listened to his soft snoring. You reached over and brushed his curls away from his face before you rose from your feather bed, trying your best not to wake him.

The cold stone of the ground sent a shock through your feet making your head spin. Your thin nightgown did little to protect you from the cold early morning air. The cold air sent a chill up your spine and your skin turned to gooseflesh.

Using whatever strength you had left you made your way to the fireplace. Being a northerner you could light a fire blinded, but the nausea made your hands shaky and the cold made you weak. So after a bit of fumbling you finally lit the fire successfully without waking Jace.

The immediate heat you felt as the wood ignited sent a wave of comfort through you though did not heal whatever sickness was afflicting you.

You placed two round stones into the fire, allowing them to warm up before you removed them and placed them into a thick cloth. You held them close to your stomach as you sat beside the fire. Finally feeling some relief from your symptoms, though not strong enough to make your way back to your bed.

Subconsciously as he dreamed, Jacaerys’s hand roamed the mattress looking for the body of his wife. His hand unable to find the warmth of his lover’s body, he stirred from his slumber. He opened his eyes, blinking as the light from the fire shocked his sleep-deprived eyes. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the room for you almost frantically, “My love?”

“Go back to sleep.” You rasped, trying your best to ease his concerns but you knew that was impossible. “I’m sick is all.”

You knew you said the wrong thing as Jace threw the blankets off of himself and stood. Though he regretted falling asleep so bare. The skin of his bare chest was consumed by the cold quickly. He did not know how you were able to stand to be in the cold so long, even if you were a northerner. You were wearing nothing but thin chemise. So thin he could see through it, it was his favorite one you wore. He grabbed a velvet blanket and hurried to your side.

“What is it?” He asked, his eyes filled with concern. If you hadn’t seen him wake you’d not believe he was asleep just moments before.

You sighed and shook your head, “I must have eaten far too much. Indulged myself beyond reason.”

Jace threw the blanket around your shoulders and helped you up, “Nonsense, you ate whenever you felt hunger. That is not indulgence.” It did not matter if the words were spoken by you he was defensive over you.

Jacaerys laid you down on your bed gently. You laid on your side, cradling the warm stone against your stomach. “Either way, my stomach is punishing me for it.” You groaned as a wave of nausea came over you once more.

Jace pulled the covers over you and ran his hand over your forehead, brushing the hair away from your face. “I’ll send for a maester.” He said definitely, about to turn immediately to grab a shirt. However, his movements were stopped as you grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Jacaerys,” You said looking up at him with pleading eyes, “There’s no need for such urgency.” You hated having people fuss over you. You were used to letting things like sickness pass, it seemed silly to wake the maester for nausea.

Jace got down on his knee beside your bedside, “Please.” He asked softly, you could see in his eyes he was sincerely concerned. “You may feel it is silly but please, let me ease my mind.”

You didn’t like seeing him worry, and if it would make him feel better you decided to submit to it. “Fine. But I do feel it is silly.” You said reluctantly.

He leaned over you and kissed your cheek, “Thank you.” He said before kissing your lips and rushing out of the room while throwing on a shirt haphazardly.

You sighed once more, flinging your arm over your face and covering your eyes with your forearm.

It did not take long for Jacaerys to return. “My Love? Are you decent?” He asked poking his head into the chamber. Damn him for being so caring and considerate, you rolled your eyes.

You were as decent as you were going to get in this state, “Bring whoever it is in, Jace.” You said dismissively.

Maester Gerardys stepped into the chamber after Jacaerys, “Princess, it is an honor to serve you.” He said graciously as if he was not dragged from his bed for this.

You looked at the man in his night clothes and sighed, “Thank you Maester Gerardys, though I fear there will be little you can do.” You said with an apologetic smile.

Maester Gerardys smiled as he placed his bag of tools and medicines at your bedside, “Best to be sure.” He took your wrist feeling your pulse, Jacaerys looked on nervously from the end of the bed. “What seems to be the affliction?”

“Uneasy stomach, nausea.” You said with little concern for the situation.

The Maester grabbed hold of the blanket, “May I?” He asked and you hesitated but nodded yes. You rolled onto your back, as he pulled the covers away from your body.

His hands pressed down over your stomach and you felt nothing. When his hands went lower, pressing down over either side of the lowest bit of your stomach you groaned. “Princess, if I may ask, when was the last time you’ve had your blood?”

You hadn’t thought of it in so long, you couldn’t remember. Your eyes went wide, “I cannot remember.”

The Maester removed his hands from you and stood straight. He cleared his throat before speaking, “If I may suggest a more in-depth examination?”

“What does that entail?” Jacaerys questions protectively,

You however knew exactly what that would entail and were not surprised when you had your legs spread and the Maester poking around inside of you.

You felt all the more sick, but you knew it was a medical necessity. And with your growing suspicion you needed to know if you were correct.

You stared at the ceiling, memorizing the pattern of the tiles, desperately attempting to remove your mind from the uncomfortable sensation. Jace held your hand, feeling guilt for getting you in this situation, to begin with.

“Mphm!” You groaned in pain and squeezed Jacaerys’s hand tightly

Jace’s eyes darted over to the Maester simply attempting to do his job with dangerous eyes, “Move cautiously.” Jace nearly threatened.

“I do apologize, my Prince.” The Maester said, however when he looked at Jace he could see his response was not correct, “My Princess,” He corrected.

Jace kissed your knuckles attempting to comfort you before his eyes darted toward the maester once more, “Should I be worried?” Jacaerys asked impatiently.

Finally, the Maester pulled his hands away from you, “Well my Prince, I would not worry for it is a joyous diagnosis.” He stood and collected his things casually, “The Princess is with child.” He said shockingly cavalier.

Your eyes went wide, and you sat up on your elbows in your bed, “I am?” You asked, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest and Jace’s hand squeezing tightly around yours.

The Maester continued to casually pack away his things, “Yes, and quite far along as well. The seed is strong and growing well.” He picked up his bag and made his way to the door, “I will brew raspberry leaf tea to ease the unpleasant symptoms and have a handmaiden bring it at once.” He looked back to you as he opened the door to your chamber, reading himself to leave, “Seven blessings to you both.” He said before shutting the door.

You knew you couldn’t feel surprised, you and your husband rarely spent a morning, afternoon, or night alone without some form of physical intimacy. Nor did either of you take any precaution. You were to be King and Queen, the sooner you had an heir the better and more secure the Targaryen bloodline would be. This was what you wanted, what you both wanted.

You both spent days daydreaming with one another about names for a babe, what they might look like, what parts of them would favor you or he, and what they might be like.

You looked over toward your husband, still kneeling by your side. Jace took your hand, kissing your knuckles, and wrist, then up your arm. He repeated his thanks, again and again. “Thank you, my Love.” He kissed up your arm to your shoulder, then finally reached your neck. He pulled away from you, smiling at you as he held your face gently. “Our first child-” He said with giddy excitement.

Still somewhat shocked, you breathed a laugh, “I know.” You said softly, unsure of what to say.

Jacaerys could see your surprise, it shook his confidence in his happiness. But once he looked down at your body, his eyes landed on your stomach. Still no sign of a pregnancy but the idea of you growing soon made his eyes well in tears of joy.

He placed a hand over your stomach, feeling already so protective over something so small and invisible. “Can you believe it?” Jacaerys asked genuinely in disbelief.

You shook your head as you looked down at your stomach as Jace’s hand rested on it, “No.” You said before correcting, “I mean, yes, yes I can.” You stifled a laugh, “You have been nothing if not a rutting goat since we married.”

He looked at you, love and admiration in his eyes, “I cannot resist you.” He said before climbing on top of you, careful not to press any weight onto you.

You squirmed and giggled as he did, his eyes were filled with lust and desire as much as they were with joy.

“Jacaerys!” You giggled as you playfully hid your face from him, but he continued to lean into you. He kissed your neck and your cheek until you finally looked at him, he smiled at you as if he couldn’t control it. “What?” You asked innocently.

Jace’s eyes and smile grew wider, “What?” He repeated your question as if it was silly. “You’ve given me the world, that is what!” He said before pressing his lips to yours again.

Once the tea arrived, your symptoms were gone and you and Jace spent the rest of the night in each other's arms. Jace’s hands never left your stomach.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

In the morning, Jace’s joy was as prominent as it was the night before.

He nearly opened the window to your chamber to shout to all the news. But he settled for running up and down the halls telling anyone he could find a reason to tell.

You thought it was sweet, but you were never used to people paying such attention to you. Now you were never alone.

You saw the maester each day, eating special foods, and drinking special teas, and handmaidens were by your side every moment of the day. It all reminded you of how delicate you and your child’s health were. You began to feel you were unfit to look after something so fragile and so important.

The Queen was ecstatic to hear the news. She curated a feast to be held in honor of you and Jacaerys that very night.

Jace did not leave your side all night and did not allow many to get close to you. He knew you felt uneasy when given such attention.

He often subtly stood ever so slightly in front of you, creating a distance between you and others.

However, his efforts did not ease your mind. You felt overwhelmed surrounded by so many people and overwhelmed with the responsibility in your belly.

So, nearing the end of the night, when you could no longer take any more you turned to Jacaerys. “Husband,” You captured his attention in a single breath, “I must retire for tonight.” Your voice wavered slightly.

Jacaerys felt an unease in your voice. He could feel your anxieties were deeper than the feast, He sat down his cup quickly, “Of course, I shall walk you-”

“No,” You asserted quickly as if it were instinctual. “I need a moment alone, my love.” You said much softer, attempting to not make Jace worry.

Jace was conflicted. He wanted to fight your opposition, wanting only to protect you and his child. But his want to respect your wishes outweighed that. And so, he nodded and kissed your hand before he conceded, “I shall see you after the feast, my heart.”

You kissed him once more before standing and leaving the dining hall with a guard following after.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Jacaerys’s mind spiraled once you were gone.

He was always insecure about his worth to you, and now he was worried he was not worthy of your family. He spent the rest of the feast sulking in his maladaptive thoughts of his own inadequacies.

Once the feast had died out, Jacaerys turned to the only person he felt could guide him.

“Mother,” Jace called out to his mother who was seated at her table nearly alone aside from Damon who was a moment away from retiring himself.

“Jacaerys.” She greeted him happily, “Where is our Stark?” She asked unaware of what had happened. Damon stood wobbly from the wine, he patted Jace on the back before leaving.

Jacaerys sat in Damon's spot beside his mother, “She has retired for the night.” Jace said devoid of that happiness she had seen all day long.

Rhaenyra nodded understandingly, “Carrying a child is exhausting work. Has the maester seen to her?”

“Yes,” Jace said looking down at his feet, “She and the babe are strong.” He said, a small smile appearing on his mouth before vanishing.

“That is wonderful, Jacaerys.” She said grabbing ahold of his hand, “We must begin our preparations at once.” She began explaining excitedly, “The Maester should see to her daily, a handmaiden and nursemaid shall be by her side at all times. And Jacaerys, many will be attending to the babe whilst she is with child, you must attend to her.” She said gently,

Jacaerys nodded, “Of course.”

Rhaenyra looked at her son. Jace never hid his emotions well, or at least never tried to. It was obvious that he was distressed about something, “What is it?” She asked gently, leaning in.

Jace looked at her, he stammered for a moment before speaking with a smile, “I am overjoyed.” He said genuinely, and then his smile faded, “But I must admit I am overwhelmed and I feel she may be as well.” He looked at his mother with serious eyes, “The responsibility is a heavy one. What if I am not worthy of it?”

Rhaenyra sighed, “Insecurity is a condition of parenthood.” She shrugged with a smile, “The Gods have given you a child, they have seen your worth. So you must prove it to yourself.” She said with a confident and stern tone, “You will protect that child with your life, and you will live each day for them.” Jace smiled at her and she smiled back.

She thought back to the time she was pregnant, and of all that she wished she did not have to endure alone. “You know, your father was your age when I became pregnant with you.” She said, “He was so frightened he spent a fortnight at sea. He didn’t know how to comfort me. All I wished for was for him to tell me he would be there with me.” She sighed and shook her head. But then smiled as she spoke, “It was my father who ventured into the dragon pit and brought me Vermax’s egg.” She held Jace’s hand and leaned in, “Fatherhood will come to you in time, but you are a husband now. Comfort her, support her.”

Jace nodded, “I will.” He vowed it to himself, and to you.

“I will speak with her, I have a gift I wished to bestow upon her.” She said with a smile before she kissed Jace’s cheek and left the dining hall.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

In your chamber, you sat on a wide lounge chair beside the fire.

You felt guilt for leaving Jace alone with the festivities, but not guilty enough to go back. You stared at the fire in contemplation. But your gaze was pulled away when you heard your chamber door open.

Your eyes darted to the door, you saw Queen Rhaenyra.

“Your Grace?” You asked with wide eyes, not expecting to have seen her.

She smiled at you, holding a wooden box, “May I sit?” She asked softly as she walked toward you.

“Please.” You nodded and moved over slightly allowing more room on the chair.

Rhaenyra sat beside you, smiling at you fondly, “I came to share my happiness over your pregnancy.”

You smiled in return, “Thank you, Your Grace.” You looked back to the fire, unsure of what to say.

“Is something bothering you?” Rhaenyra asked gently,

You shook your head, “I am sorry if I seem out of sorts.” Rhaenyra looked at you expectantly, knowing there was more you wished to say. “I am, unsure how to approach the subject. In the North, we are a bit more unsubtle in our approach to such subjects than you are in the South.”

“We are alone, and we are both women. You can speak plainly.” Rhaenyra spoke softly, motherly.

You opened your mouth but no words would escape. You stammered for a moment before you placed your hands over your stomach, “I am afraid of this.” You spoke as if you were speaking a great and awful secret.

“Daughter,” Rhaenyra had begun to call you this. It was a comfort, especially at times like this.

You shook your head, “I am forever indebted to the houses of Targaryen and Velaryon for bestowing such an honorable duty onto me. And I am beyond grateful to Jacaerys for giving me a child.” You spoke with haste, not wanting for your fear to be seen as ungrateful, “But I am afraid, afraid that I shall not carry to term, that I may die in childbirth as my mother did, that I am unfit for motherhood.” You sighed and smiled as you looked down at your hands over your stomach, “I already love this child more than anything in this life, that terrifies me.”

Rheanyra held your hand tightly, “My mother, once told me that ‘the childbed is our battlefield.’. I myself have birthed five healthy babes. The fear does not go away.” She didn’t speak lies to you, she was honest with you, “But the love you feel for them only grows, and it outshines that fear.” She said with a smile, but soon it faded, “I’ve lost children, that pain never leaves you. To love something so deeply is an agonizing experience, but I cannot imagine a world without them.”

You looked into her eyes deeply, feeling tears well up in them, “I care more than I thought I could care for anything. And I feel helpless to defend it.”

“How can the child of a dragon and a wolf be defenseless?” She said with a stifled laugh, “Do not doubt yourself.” She said tightening her grip on your hand. You smiled, wiping a tear from your cheek before nodding.

With your nod, Rhaenyra pulled the wooden box forward and opened it. “I had this made for you.” She pulled out a blanket, perfectly soft. Quilted in velvet and silks. Colored in reds, blacks, and greys. Embroidered with images of wolves, and dragons, “Once the babe is born they will be wrapped in a blanket adorned with the symbols of their houses.”

You looked upon the gift with a smile. Your hand ran over the fabric, “Thank you, your grace.” You said sweetly as you took the blanket in hand.

The Queen took your hand once more before leaving you.

You looked upon the blanket with intense love, as if it were an embodiment of your child.

Your hand ran over the fabric, but before you could admire each and every detail you once again heard your chamber door open.

The maester stood there holding a piece of parchment, “Princess, a raven has arrived from the North.” He said waiting for you to request he read it.

However you preferred to read your own letters, “May I?” You asked reaching forward.

The maester came toward you, handing you the letter before bowing and excusing himself. As you unscrolled the letter and began to read it, you could see in the corner of your eye, Jacaerys walk into the room.

“Who is that from?” Jacaerys asked,

“Cregan,” You said still reading the letter.

“What does he say?” Jace asked making his way into the room, sounding somewhat out of breath for whatever reason.

“‘Dearest sister, congratulations on your marital bliss. It seems it came as quickly as news of your pregnancy. You will make a fine queen as you will a mother. All my love, Cregan.’ He was always a man of few words.” You said with a smile before looking at Jace. You were shocked when you saw him covered in soot and dirt. “Jace, you’re covered in dirt, what happened to you?” Before you could finish your line of questions Jace opened a sack he was carrying and held forward to you a large dragon egg, “What is this?”

Jacaerys smiled and placed it in your hands, “An egg.” You looked at the egg, a shining iridescent silver-scaled egg. “Silverwing brought forth another clutch of eggs, the timing would seem fate-like, would it not?” He asked with a smile.

You smiled back at him, “It’s warm.”

“It will be placed on a fire until the babe arrives, then they will share a crib with one another. If it ever hatches, they will be bonded for life.” He said placing a hand over the egg.

“This egg will grow to be our child's protector.” You looked up at Jace, “I somehow already feel indebted to it.”

“Not their only protector.” He placed a hand on your cheek, “I know you will be a fierce mother.”

“‘And you a fearsome father.” You said with a smile, “You must make a promise to me.” Your tone suddenly became all the more serious, “I am no longer just a woman, I am a mother. My loyalty and my love though committed to you, is now eternally placed in our child.” You placed your hand over your stomach, “This, is far more important than anything in the world, more important than you or I. We are immortally bound together in our child’s blood.” You held Jace’s face in your hand, “I need you to promise me you will always place our child before all else. Before the crown, before the realm, before even I.” Your eyes were stern, demanding an answer.

He shook his head, “It will never come to that.” Jace said not willing to think of such a thing.

“Then you should have no issue promising it to me.” You said, evermore the contrarian.

“I promise.” Jacaerys conceded, “But you must promise the same.”

“I promise it.” You responded quickly. Jacaerys held your face in his hands and kissed you once again. Once your lips parted you smiled up at him blissfully, “I think it will be a girl.”

“How can you tell so early?” He stifled a laugh, brushing your hair out of your face.

“All the women in my family get sick when they are pregnant with a girl.” You smiled softly as you looked down at your belly, then back to Jacaerys “Would you be disappointed?” You asked sincerely.

Jaceaerys cradling your face in his hands smiled in bliss, “You could never disappoint me. Neither of you.”

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year ago

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"Dreams didn't make us kings. Dragons did."

House of the Dragons Masterlist.

✮ - smut ୨୧ - angst ❀ - fluff bold - favorites

── ghost of you (୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

your touch could heal all his wounds, but a feel of your ghost will heal his entire soul. daemon's wife died when they were only seventeen. he's spent an entire lifetime searching for her ghost.

── fuck the rich. fucks the rich. (✮) (daemon targaryen, harwin strong)

you visit the beach and find two men that you can't resist.

── bigger than the whole sky. (୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

the oldest child of alicent and viserys is wed to daemon. once the dance begins, you become a glorified hostage.

── the sun rises from the west. (୨୧✮) (daemon targaryen)

daemon didn't die during the war, though there were many nights that he wished he did. a story where he loses you to battle.

── the sun sets in the east. (୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

daemon tries to navigate his relationship with his only one, and the new life that he is bestowed.

── i'm a m*therfucking starboy (❀) (daemon targaryen)

you meet the elusive prince of dragonstone and he fucking hates your guts.

── three great men and a woman (❀୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

daemon targaryen always found himself running to you after his failed marriages and exiles.

── a lemon cake (❀୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

the hendriks have always kept to their own. what happens when a betrothal happens between the only hendrik daughter and the rogue prince? a story where, you go through lengths in order to ensure your lord husband's loyalty.

── love by listening (❀✮) (daemon targaryen)

daemon targaryen goes rogue after his wedding to lady rhea royce, unwilling to consummate the marriage. he finds peace in a dornish tavern. you meet him in said tavern, and quickly become close friends. you share an adventure. both unaware that the other person is nobility.

── how is beauty that is living, be anything but true? (❀୨୧) (daemon targaryen)

daemon being adored and treated well by his loving wife while they talk about war and its aftermath.

── peaches (✮❀) (aemond targaryen)

after a year of marriage, your husband still refuses to acknowledge your existence, that is until after Criston Cole becomes your son's teaching instructor. (modern au)

── i want your heart (୨୧❀) (aemond targaryen)

a vampire falls in love with a woman of science. the people of town burn her at the stake after a world changing breakthrough.

── i gave you all my best me's (❀) (aemond targaryen)

after a gruesome breakup with jace, his billionaire uncle offers you a proposal that you can't resist. (modern au)

EXTENDED SOCIAL MEDIA AU THAT I'M NOT THAT PROUD OF

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letmeapologise · 1 year ago

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u should do something about dad!jude

like cuddling with ur little daughter and jude and she just cant stop being daddys girl

or like coming home from a tiring day at work and ur really upset and just the two ( or three like a little son and daughter :( ) of them kissing u and cuddling u to make u feel better

❝ 𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟏𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE YEARS OF DRIVING, you finally got back to the comfort of your home, your colleagues – and boss – were actually doing your head in, and it was the biggest relief when the clock finally struck leaving time. Jude greeted you at the door, having taken time off from training just for the day as you had a big day at work and neither of your family member’s were available to take care of the two kids on short notice. You groaned, dropping your bags by the door, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning upwards to reach him on your tiptoes.

“Bad day at work?” he chuckled, you simply huffed. “You couldn’t imagine, and I’ve got some sickness off of one of the clowns there too.” He laughed at your description of your colleagues, then picked your bags up for you, carrying them into the living room as you tailed behind him. Your kids came running in shortly enough, shrieking and yelping as they ran as fast as their little legs could carry them. “Be careful!” Jude warned them, holding his arms out to catch them in case they ran into a wall, or something like that.

“Mommy!” they yelled in sync, palms outstretched in grabbing motions as they practically leaped onto your chest, you yelped in surprise and pain then started laughing softly. “Don’t hurt mommy, she’s had a bad day,” you smiled softly. “They’re fine, thank you, baby,” you nodded at Jude who looked down at you sympathetically. June – your daughter who had been subject to the Bellingham naming tradition – was grabbing and squishing your cheeks together, and then your nostrils. You frowned at her jokingly, thinning your lips, and then moved some of her hair out her face.

You looked over at Jude. “What’ve you done today then?” you asked, tilting your head endearingly. “Just been outside playing footie with them both,” he shrugged, nonchalant. You scoffed, then half-yelped out in pain again as Toby – your son who you had somehow convinced Jude to not name Joel, Jace, or something along those lines – jumped onto you too. You sat upright, avoiding the toddlers’ hands pinching and grabbing at your skin; Jude taking the cue to pick up both of them. You eyed him, looking up and down and smirked, watching as his eyes dropped over you too.

He shook his head at you, a non-verbal cue – not while the kids are here – and you facepalmed, stretching your hands across your face and then neatening out your hair. “What’s wrong with mommy?” June asked, looking at you inquisitively as you searched through your purse, pulling out some makeup wipes and wiping your face with it gently – a handheld mirror in the other hand. Jude huffed.

“Been busy at work with a lot of mean people, baby. Why don’t you go ‘n’ cheer her up, yeah?” she nodded at him and Jude dropped her down, setting Toby onto the sofa and dangling blocks in his face to play with as he watched June go up to you and softly stroke your face with a tiny hand. You smiled at her, handing her the makeup wipe. “D’ you wanna help me take my makeup off?” she nodded eagerly at you, dabbing it into your skin – but only in one spot – you scoffed, chuckling. “What about the rest of my face?” you asked excitedly, she giggled at you, moving the wipes over to your eyelids and you closed your eyes, wincing.

Your hands came up to hers, moving them gently around your face and not in your eyes. She sighed deeply at you, sensing she was already bored – June had the attention span of a toddler (literally) – you sat her on top of your lap, one arm snaked around her holding her up whilst you unapplied your makeup. “Have they had dinner?” you asked, finally finishing removing everything on your face and looking up at Jude, half-yawning with a covered hand. He nodded. “Just finished it as you were coming in.”

“Tobs, go ‘n’ kiss your mom, make sure he’s not sick,” he nodded at his dad, kneeling in front of you and giving you the one-two, then went back over to his pile of blocks. “What was that?” Jude gave him a pensive look, laughing. “She looks fine to me,” he shrugged, eyes unwavering from his blocks piled up on top of each other in a tower. Jude rolled his eyes, looking over at you and then making his way over, patting his son in the back affirmingly. He sat next to you, shifting his leg against yours and kissing your cheek, pulling your face in his direction before pecking you on the lips. Again, again, again, and again.

“You’re gonna get my cold,” you groaned, being interrupted by Jude constantly kissing you on the lips. He held your face in between his hands, giving you one last big kiss that left you limp to his touch, and then squeezed your torso. Toby had stopped playing with his blocks and was glaring at his dad with a scornful expression, June, however, was uninterested in everything that was going on and drawing peacefully on her lap. You gestured over to him, Jude’s head twisting in his direction with a cocky smile.

“You jealous, Tobs?” you rolled your eyes, slapping Jude. The man was competitive even with his own children. “I told you to come ‘n’ kiss her, too late now,” he shrugged, teasing his son as he practically sprinted over to you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and glaring at his dad, huffing at him. You facepalmed, then looked down at your son, Jude’s arm still wrapped around your torso. “Is daddy winding you up?” you glanced at Jude, an unimpressed look. Toby nodded, whining to himself and burying himself in your stomach as Jude flashed him a toothy grin.

Jude continued kissing you, Toby continuously moving his face away from yours with a flat palm, then sat upright whilst you balanced him with your hand, and kissed you on your nose and cheeks softly. You giggled, both of your favourite boys having a competition for your attention and physical touch. Then June came over, pressing kisses to your cheek and stroking your hair. Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, much to the dismay of the two boys – Jude might as well be a boy at this point with his childish behaviour, competing for you with his own son – who whinged at you until you puckered up again.

This was all the medicine you needed.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

#✰ letmeapologise ´ˎ˗#✰ letmeapologise works ´ˎ˗#writing #imagines #f/o imagines #football #football imagine #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jb5

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nicksversion · 5 months ago

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Hello beautiful human and welcome to my master list

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🟧= Mature themes

🟪= Angst

⬜️= Fluff

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Tales from my DR’s

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Matthew Sturniolo

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Christopher Sturniolo

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Tom Riddle

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Jace Herondale

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Side notes:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I’m new to Tumblr so please go easy on me

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I eventually will make this more aesthetically pleasing, just give me time to figure everything out

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I want my works to be as authentic as possible so I will post for quality rather than quantity

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ If I say I’ll do a request I promise I will it will probably take a while though

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Thanks for reading this and I hope you found what you were looking for, with peace and love

Rosalie

#masterlist #tom riddle smut #colby brock smut #sturniolo fanfic #colbybrock #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #jace herondale #the mortal instruments #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #chris sturiolo fanfic #jaceherondalefanfic

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angelst4re · 2 years ago

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hey bae can you do some more of the fic recommendations like you did for jace? preferably for peter/ henry 🫶💕 love you

of course i can!! i have so many henry/peter/001 fics from ao3 saved on a google doc... and i am more than happy to share them with everyone! <3

୨୧ Peter Ballard/Henry Creel /001/Vecna fic recs ୨୧ (and they all include smut...)

(I should also mention that the majority of these are fem/afab reader, because (as we've discovered) there aren't many male reader fics <3)

ANYTHING by my beloved Peggy, she has written the best fanfictions I have ever read. But a few of my favourites are the Peter p*rn collection which is just a bunch of one shots :) "You & Me" and "Oh, Ashes..." which is a burnt!henry fic (and it's the best thing i have ever read!)

"Henry Creel hot one shots" - if you couldn't tell these are just one shots, and one of them includes doctor!Henry ;)

"Peter Ballard brain rot" - another one that's just one shots :) my favourite parts are chapter 9, 12 and 13!

"Delicate" - tattooed henry creel. do i have to say more??

"My Tempest" - this includes henry in both human and vecna form :)

"Strange First Times" - this one's pretty wild, you're taken the lab and henry breeds you... tw for non-con/dub-con

"Sweetheart" - i don't know how to describe this one other than perfect (and also praise kink <3)

"Dreaming of an angel" - (chapter 1 is a fem!reader and chapter two is a male!reader version!) basically just worshipping henry :)

"What goes on behind closed doors" - ...the tags...

Let me know if you'd like more!! :)

#peter ballard smut #henry creel smut #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #fic recommendation #001 stranger things #stranger things #henry creel #peter ballard #ashleigh recommends!

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teenflu · 6 months ago

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making dreams come true <3

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fluff — ୨୧ smut — ʚɞ angst — ϟ

aemond targaryen!

coming soon..

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aegon targaryen

coming soon..

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jace velaryon

coming soon..

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lady-ashfade · 6 months ago

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–⋆˚˖𓍢 Jacaerys Velaryon Masterlist⋆˚˖𓍢–

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Welcome back! Thanks for checking me out. ╰Requests for this fandom open

˙⊹ HOTD all Masterlists⊹˙ ˙⊹ Rules ⊹˙ ˙⊹Hotd Rules ⊹˙

˚୨୧₊[HC’s for when they wake up to find their spouse gone and then find them in the kitchen making cookies with their children][Fluff, various characters]

˚୨୧₊[Have No Fear][Fluff, Short, Fem!reader. Dancings with your betrothed]

˚୨୧₊[Bounded By Birth][Yandere, Hc’s, fem!reader, Various characters.]

˚୨୧₊[Jacaerys Has King][Fluff, Fem!reader, short hcs]

˚୨୧₊[Vampire Jacaerys][Kidnapping, ropes!being tied up, Collars, Blood, Blood drinking, Yandere tendencies, Controlling behavior, slight!primal chase, Over all some dark themes, and vamps having lightning speed.]

˚୨୧₊[By Your Side][Comfort, Short & Loving, fem!reader]

˚୨୧₊[ Random Modern Hcs][Various Characters, Fluff]

˚୨୧₊[Send Me][Male!reader, Stark!Reader, old friends, reunion, old flames don’t die]

˚୨୧₊[Bound By Birth][Yandere tendencies, Obsession, Possessive, Targaryen ways if you know what I mean, stalking, hinted nswf]

˚୨୧₊[Made A Fool][Bakery Event][Luke never dies, rhaenryas miscarriage is mentioned, angst, jace being dick, jace accusing you because he’s jealous, betrothal, angst with a happy ending, arguing.

˚୨୧₊[Warm Embrace]]Bakery Event][terrible thoughts, reader needing comfort, reader just panicking, thoughts about war and loss]

˚୨୧₊[Crashing Waves][BakeRy Event][Death comfort: her uncle, his brother, marriage comfort, bonding over loss]

˚୨୧₊[Scales][Vanilla Macaroons][Bakery Event][Short & Sweet]

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Yan!House of the dragon

˚୨୧₊[Say it][Blood, the scene of vaemon dying, swearing, yandere, Fem!reader]

˚୨୧₊[Day Of Thanks][Yandere, dark, killing & murder, death, blood]

˚୨୧₊[A Son For A Son][Yan!Team Black][Yandere, Killing, blood, poison. Major Character Death]

˚୨୧₊[Yan!Mother!Alicent targaryen x Crybaby!Fem!Reader. Vs other Yandere house of the dragon characters][Yandere, toxic]

˚୨୧₊[Yandere House Velaryon/House Targaryen x Mermaid!Reader][Yandere, being kinda held captive, yandere behavior]

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Series

˚୨୧₊[Pt.1][ Hybrid Reader x Yandere HOTD][Yandere, angst, comfort, death, Dragon!Fem!Reader, Blood, Reader in pain]

˚୨୧₊[Pt.2 Hybrid Reader x Yandere HOTD][Yandere, angst, comfort, death, Dragon!Fem!Reader, Blood]

˚୨୧₊[Preview of- A Dimond Of Blood And Possession][Preview, Yandere, Vesent!Fem!Reader,Yandere tendencies, child abuse, slaves, killing, blood, obsessive and possessiveness, unhealthy relationships.]

˚୨୧₊[Symbol Reborn][Yandere behavior: obsession, protective, unhealthy behavior, toxic, death, violence, visions, the hotd world, mini series, un canon events.]

˚୨୧₊[Yandere Team Black With A Reader Who Found Luke][Yandere, SmallFolk reader, manipulation, Uncanon Events]

˚୨୧₊[More Then A Eye][Yandere, blood, reader losses a eye instead, Fem!Reader]

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Extra

˚୨୧₊[Most Likely To Have children with the Reader To make Them Stay][Yandere]

˚୨୧₊[Most Likely To Kill Their Darlings Significant Other So They Can Be With Them?][Yandere]

˚୨୧₊[Most Like To Love The Children They had With The Reader]

#house of the dragon x reader #yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x Fem!reader #jacaerys velaryon x male!reader #yandere Jacaerys Velaryon x reader #yandere Jacaerys Velaryon #masterlist

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sunoo-bby · 1 year ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚➶ — thank you for the tag lei !! <3 . — •°. *࿐

⤑∘✧ i named him jace lol . ✩∘

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚➶ — tagging ; @seung-scrittore , @qlcwiinq , @wonieily , @shinehyuk , @xo-lesserafim , @kvjunzzz . — •°. *࿐

Alright, it’s my time to shine! I see other people starting a picrew chain, so I wanted to start one myself!

Basically you get to make your own clown/jester OC! Heres the link!

Tagging — @taekoscrr, @akiseochi, @starbunii, and @bex0xo-xoxo. No pressure!

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚➶ mutual reblogs •°. *࿐#⤑∘✧ kyas reblogs ✩∘#forgot my tags omg lol #⤑∘✧ kyas tag game [🎮] ✩∘#[ nayeon to my felix : leila♡ ]

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osamiiya · 4 years ago

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me and bae 😍

JSHXHHSBD

#୨୧ asks #-kageyuji #-jace

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dr3amd4y · 11 months ago

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Dream Today! Hello, we are DREAMDAY!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Meet the group!

DREAMDAY is a seven member fictional boy group under JYP Entertainment. The group consists of Jace, Daniel, Junmyeon, Hyunki, Yeonghwan, Sanghun, and Matthew.

DREAMDAY debuted on July 19th, 2020. The group debuted with the song ONE(Lucid Dream). Their fandom name is Our Dream or Ode for short!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Member Profiles!

Jace's profile!

Daniel's profile!

Junmyeon's profile!

Hyunki's profile!

Yeonghwan's profile!

Sanghun's profile!

Matthew's profile!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ masterlist!

#dreamday˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#idol oc #fake kpop group #fake kpop boy group #fake kpop bg #kpop oc #fake kpop idol #fake idol group

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cregansdingdong · 5 months ago

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ʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ.

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader | no use of y/n | warnings: NSFW, p-in-v penetration, swearing, dirty talk, sofa sex, quickie that became a longie, making-out, dry humping, Jace is desperate and he needs to take his frustrations out somehow, theres a brief pussy slap bc it felt right, cream-pie at the end, fully clothed raw dogging; They’re betrothed and this takes place at the start of the DoD, I didn’t make any other specifications cause they were too busy fucking. This is very heavily inspired by his scene in the season finale :3

Hot stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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He’d been pacing in his chambers for the better part of an hour with only his thoughts as company. Jacaerys felt useless, to say the least. Useless, needlessly coddled, suffocating between the walls of Dragonstone. He wanted to be of help to his Queen, to fight for the realm on dragonback against the Greens as was his destiny. His calling. Instead, he was made to spectate at council meetings and wait endlessly for a moment that would never come, it seemed. The ‘what ifs’ kept him spiraling, uncomfortable in his own mind, and he found his feet moving before he could consider a destination. He knew where to go. It was too easy not to. And she wouldn’t mind. His hesitance sent a bit of doubt down to his stomach on whether or not he really wanted to bother her, but she would’ve figured out his sour mood anyway. It was better to face up to himself than keep it locked away inside. The hastening of his footsteps echoed off the spacious corridors, and as if she had sensed he was on his way to her, the doors to her chambers were left ajar—just enough for him to see her peaceful face trained down on her book.

His knuckles gently tapped against the threshold, announcing his presence as he entered. His betrothed glances up, looking twice as she realizes who her visitor is. “Good morrow.” She hummed, legs tucked up and under her comfortably on the divan. His pretty brown eyes took in her room, a place he found himself in considerably often. Depending on the circumstances, obviously. And the hour. Everything was kept neat and tidied, but he could still see the traces of her, where she’d made a sort of home for herself. Books and tomes stacked three or four each on various surfaces, the tea she’d left nearly untouched on the nightstand. He loved it. “Good morrow.” Jace responded, gently shutting the door behind him, head tilted back against it for a moment, unable to hide the frustration that had grown in his own chambers. He said nothing. Unsurprisingly, the words caught in his throat on the way out.

She pats the spot beside her on the divan, the book not yet closed, but her attention had shifted from the pages to his furrowed brows. He obeys, crossing the room to sit by her without second thought. His mind had quieted, at least. Their shoulders brush together lightly as he finally manages to say something else. “What are you reading?” She could tell already that something was off with him, but still indulges in his question, turning it over to show him the cover. Something vaguely historic, he catches, but he was too distracted by her soft hands clutching the book to see much else. “I figured I’d better read a bit more to catch up with the talk of war. This one isn’t entirely as dull as I thought it was going to be, thankfully.” With that, she closes it shut, putting it down on the stand beside the divan, shifting her body just enough to face him. “How are you faring, Jace?”

“I’m well enough.” He muttered, leaning back slightly. It was a lie and she saw right through him without much else. “I just…my mother is worried. She’s trying to hide it behind orders but it's catching up to us now. All this.” He was gesturing to the war, of course, fingers tapping in his lap anxiously. “And I can’t help her. She won’t let me help. I don’t know what to do. I’d much rather be out there, making a real difference to tip the scales, and instead I’m stuck here at Dragonstone doing nothing but waiting.” His betrothed nodded along as she listened, digesting his admittance before considering her own words. “You’re restless, dragon.” There was a truth to it, despite the statement mostly being a gentle tease. The corners of his lips lift just a little at the nickname. “I can’t help it. I feel antsy knowing I have the capabilities to do something, and I’m not allowed to.”

“We’re still in the beginning of this war—and you’re the heir, Jace. Even if there was a battle taking place just outside of Dragonstone, you and the Queen must stay here.” He’d heard that a thousand times before from his mother and the members of her small council, and a thousand times he felt undignified—but hearing it from the lips of his bride-to-be, there was no malice or taunt or scold behind her tone. She was reminding him of a painful candor. His safety mattered. “I feel powerless.” He admits, frustration accompanying the embarrassment that came with the insecurity. “I feel like a little boy begging to add his opinion during council meetings. They respect me because I’m the Prince of Dragonstone, her son, not because I’m good at my responsibilities. What good am I in this war if I can’t help my mother get her throne back?” The last few words exited his mouth with bite, self-loathing and irritation cutting him like a double-edge sword.

“You’re wrong about that.” She reaches out to take his arm, her hand wrapping around his bicep as she intertwines their fingers with the other. “Your living and breathing is the strongest power of all. You’re strengthening your mother’s claim by doing just that. I know you want to fight, to do something that matters. But true power is not just grandiose displays of strength or victories in battle, it's also purpose. The meanings behind our choices. People are raising the Queen’s banners—and those are your banners too. They want to fight for you as much as they do for her, because the two of you are the rightful heirs to the throne. The Greens can try as they wish to Usurp what belongs to the Queen, but their actions are unjustified. King Viserys made his choice and he stuck to it until his passing. That is power.”

“All this book reading is making you wiser than me.” He grumbled, although there wasn’t any malice behind it. “I’d still rather be swinging a sword at some idiot knight instead of sitting within these walls looking pretty—but I understand that you’re right.” He concedes, a small smile gracing his handsome face. She chuckles at that. “I’m sure you’d be pretty no matter what, even muddied and bloodied on the battlefield.” She sighs though, glancing out at the daylight swarming into the room through the window, hand still nestled in his. The gentle touch sent goosebumps up his neck, tightening his trousers with every second her warmth continued to seep into his leather doublet. “The meeting is likely starting soon.” Her voice interrupts his thoughts of nipping at the supple flesh at her neck.

Jace groaned aloud, head dropping back against the divan in pure annoyance, good mood spoiled at the reminder. “I’d honestly rather get swallowed by dragonfire than sit in that room for the next three hours, listening to those old fools drabble on about who knows what.” He turns his body—not unlike a roll—to shield his face on her shoulder, unwilling to part from her. “I want to stay here with you, alone and in peace as we were.” She snorts lightly as he inhales deeply, arm snaking around her waist in want. “The Queen will be expecting us, my prince.” She looks down at his dark curls, twirling one around her finger. His breeches certainly tighten now. “...My interests are elsewhere.” He murmurs, annoyed at the thought of being pulled away, face inching closer to her neck until his lips press against her smooth skin. “Jace.” She warned, although there wasn’t as much resistance in her tone as he’d expected, and a quiet sigh flows past her lips. “We can’t be late. That’s disrespectful to the council members.”

“The denial of devouring you because of those ancient rats only serves to make me want to go even less.” He shifts in place, head still dipped by her jugular, hands bracing the back of the divan with newfound purpose, trapping her between the corner of it and his own scalding body. She gasps as his teeth sink into her skin, earning a low sound of pleasure from his throat. “We can be quick if the meeting matters to you that much.” He mutters against her, a slight tease as he nips at her harder this time, his nose nudged into her jaw. “I don’t need to wait until nightfall to make you see the stars, my Lady.” Her remaining restraint crumbles at that, hands coming to undo the lacings of his breeches. “..Fine. But you can’t touch my hair.” He seemed like he wanted to protest at the idea of limited touching, but that gleam in her eye meant she was serious, and it was likely they’d miss the meeting as a whole trying to figure out how to braid her hair that way again. “Okay. Deal.”

His mouth returns to her throat, biting and sucking greedily with reverence, his hands finding purchase at her hips to start bunching her skirts up. “Jace..” She exhales, shuddering at the way he was marking her skin—he wasn’t leaving any stones unturned, and they were going to show. Her fingers plucked at the lacings with success, tugging him closer to her now by the waistline of his breeches. His fists clench around the fabric of her gown, a deep grunt echoing from his chest as his clothed cock pressed into her plush inner thigh. “Gods—I need more.” Jace retracts himself from her neck, pulling her body down the divan, just enough to lay her flat on her back. She wraps her thighs around his hips, a strangled moan failing to come out as he kisses her, pushing himself against her core. He rolled his hips down with a fury, nothing deliberate about it—just to feel something, to get out the pent up desperation he’d felt for weeks since his return.

His tongue explores her mouth with an eagerness that made them both flush, using her skirts as purchase to buck himself harder into her cunt. “You make me this way.” He grunts against her lips. His stomach was already tightening with every bit of friction they could get. “Do you understand? You’re just so pretty and you smell divine—fuck.” Jace grits his teeth, biting at her lower lip. She was a panting mess beneath him, unable to do anything other than take it, digging her nails into his shoulders to cope with how good it felt. His weight pinned her down deliciously, hips still incessant and rubbing against her with enough force to make the divan squeak. It was like music to his ears. “I’m already close just feeling your sweet cunt, my love.” Jace pulls up her gown a bit more, almost up to her ribs, to watch the tent in his pants glide up her glistening folds like a man bewitched. “You need to see it–” He grunts, bracing himself on the armrest behind her head, lifting himself just enough to make a space between their bodies. The sight was a wicked one.

“Look at the way you take me.” He urges, voice hoarse this time, eyes meeting hers from above. “Soaked enough to wet my breeches—and I’m not even inside of you yet.” Her nails dig harder into him, a breathless whine at the disbelief of it all. “Please Jace!” She mewls, shivering, and he grins, snapping his hips against hers with reverence. “Please what, my love? Use your words.” His tone was mocking, teasing, and eager to make her squirm. The quiet shuffling of their clothes was driving her to insanity—and she wanted more than anything to pull it all off, but they had places to be very soon. “I need—Gods! I need you, Jace!” He was more than pleased by that, and he somehow carries enough restraint to stop himself from finishing right there. Jacaerys pulls himself back to tug down his breeches down just enough, his cock momentarily springing back to hit his stomach.

She melts at the sight of his tip—red and leaking shiny precum back toward his shaft. He was the perfect size for her; not too big or too small, and pretty just like the rest of him. Jace hisses quietly as the sensitivity hits him, dipping himself between her folds just to savor the moment. “Mmm look at your pretty cunt, my love. So beautiful.” He murmurs, his own thighs trembling as he slides his shaft through your slick. “Thighs up, sweet girl.” Her eyes roll back as his tip presses into her little bud, the motion agonizingly slow, and she nearly hadn't heard him. She braces her thighs to her chest as much as her bunched up gown would allow, gaze locked on Jace's angled face that was furrowed in concentration. She watches, face reddened, as he spits down onto himself, lubricating the way even though it probably wasn't needed with how soaked she was. Suddenly, his palm comes down on her clit, surprising her with equal amounts of pain and pleasure—she nearly came with a meek gasp of his name, inadvertently yanking his hair. “Jace!”

“Sorry. Couldn't help myself.” He grins, lips meeting hers in a sweet peck. “I want you to look at me when I slip it, love—look nowhere else but right here.” As he guides his tip inside, her breath hitches, captivated by the stretch of him and the glossy brown eyes staring down at her, hazed with lust. A growl erupts from his throat, feeling suffocated now by her walls, and he couldn't get enough. Jace wasn't one to swear often in front of his wife-to-be, but the obscenities flew from his mouth like she was his prayer, sinking himself slowly inch-by-inch. Not that his betrothed was in any better condition. She was clawing at him now, whining and squirming uncontrollably at the delectable sting that came with taking Jace. It hurt so good, and she was sure she'd throw a fit if he dared to pull out for whatever reason. Meeting be damned. Seated fully in her hot cunt, Jacaerys grips the back of her right thigh, pacing himself to allow her to adjust first.

They wait in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, no noise in the room other than their soft pants, and a few breathless giggles as Jace shields her eyes from the attacking sunlight. Silently, she cues him to continue. “Good girl.” He murmurs, starting slowly with gentle strokes that make her stomach warm. “Taking me so well, my love.” He hovered over her still, his other hand braced against the armrest as he watched himself disappear inside of her, a shiver rolling down his spine. “So good.” She mewls, leaking around his cock. Jace leans his head down to connect their lips again, tongue darting into her mouth like he owned her, his free hand taking a greedy handful of her breast through the gown. Moans swallowed down between kissing and breathing, the only sounds that could be heard were the chirping birds and the vulgar slapping of skin as the pace quickened. She could only hope no one would come looking for them—or walk down the corridor even. She couldn't recall Jace locking the door behind him. “I'm close—” He grunts, pulling back from her lips to rock his hips with fervor. “I'm so fucking close, love.”

The divan beneath them was far more noisy now than it had been when they were grinding. Jace had half a mind to let the damned thing break, especially with how tight she squeezed around him, sucking up every inch he provided. Outside, the bells of Dragonstone rang, signaling high noon was upon them—Gods, the meeting. “We need to hurry up!” She pants, thigh hooking around him, just as eager to come. “You promised this would be quick!” Irritation bubbles up in his stomach, and Jace gathers her in his arms, fed up with the thought of having to sit through yet another council meeting. “You want me to hurry up?” He grunts, although it came out as a hiss more than anything, his left foot planting firmly on the floor beside the divan. “Fine.” She couldn't make herself regret her demand even if she tried. Jace stood up straight as a board, his sweet girl being gripped by her gown as he fucked up into her with reckless abandon. She couldn't even remember what it felt like to breathe when her release came, senses flooding with pleasure like she'd been numb her entire life. His cock was hitting that spot like a bullseye, not stopping even after she started yanking on his hair from the overstimulation.

“Do you like it when I hurry, love?” He rasped breathlessly by her ear, one arm around her middle now while his right hand cradled the back of her neck. “You certainly like when I take out all my frustrations on your pretty cunt—Gods, I'm coming. I'm fucking coming sweet girl.” Jace chokes, exhaling sharply through his nose as his hips began to stutter, losing his brutal pace. “Can I come inside of you? Please?!” The beg falling from his plush lips sent a thrill down her spine, and she moaned out her agreement even after he asked twice for confirmation. That's all it takes for Jace to press her into the divan again, fucking her hard, fast, and sloppy, his body laying over hers in the desperation of chasing his release. He buries himself against her chest, coming deep within her as a long, drawn out groan escapes him. The relief was instantaneous; anxiety gone, frustration fucked out of him, and only bliss was left behind. Balls deep, he couldn't tell where she began and he ended. Silence. Rapid breaths. Stilled hips, other than an occasional twitch as they reeled from their orgasms. He lifts his face from her chest weakly, a lazy, sated smile gracing his handsome features. “Sweet girl..” He starts. Her eyes flick up to look at him, equally as spent and satisfied. “Mmhm?”

“I think we're late for the council meeting.”

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Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Stark Reader

+:✿ Request ✿:+ : Part 3 - Continuation of this story

Request: “Once again asking for Jacaerys and FemStark Reader. Could you write them visiting Winterfell and Reader showing him around? Maybe visiting the tomb of her parents and sister. Maybe a bit of Cregan making sure Jacaerys isn't mistreating Reader.” CW: MDNI. Mention of arranged marriage, mention of NSFW themes, Mention of death, fluffy fluff.

Word Count: 4k

The morning after your wedding night you lay naked in your bed beneath the black and red blankets made of velvet and silks. The sun began to find its way through a small gap between the curtains.

The chamber was warm and your skin was warmer. You could feel the warmth of your husband's body behind you.

Your eyes only began to flutter open as you felt the warmth behind you grow hotter. As if Jacaerys could tell you had stirred from your deep sleep, his hands began to caress your body. Gently he brushed your hair back from your neck so he could pepper it in warm kisses.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you fought the urge to fall back into a deep sleep. “Jace… Jacaerys.” You murmured through sleepy eyes as you reached your hand behind you to run your fingers through Jace’s hair.

“Mmm..” He hummed, not stopping his affections on your hot skin.

Your eyes flickered open finally. Your grip on his hair tightened to appropriately get his attention “Jacaerys?” Your voice made your exhaustion obvious.

Reluctantly he removed his lips from your neck, “Yes?” He asked softly as his hands ran over your skin gently.

You turned your head to look into Jace’s brown eyes. As your eyes met his, you felt your cheeks begin to blush, “What time is it?” You asked blinking quickly attempting to adjust your eyes to

“It does not matter.” He said as his lips returned to your neck. It’s true, he could not care less for what time it may be. He was perfectly content to live in this bed naked holding on to you for all eternity.

You let out a soft sigh, fighting back a giggle as his kisses began to tickle. “What of breakfast?”

He hummed against your skin, “If you are hungry, I’ll have whatever you like made and brought to you right here.” His hands wrapped around you tighter, and his lips moved to pepper your jaw and cheek in kisses.

You smiled softly, “What will people think if we don’t leave our chamber?” You said mostly to tease him, you liked him like this.

He trailed his nose against the soft skin of your cheek and soon trailed it along to your nose. “They can rest well knowing their future queen and king are working hard to produce an heir.” He said with a smirk as his hand gripped onto the plushness of your belly.

He couldn’t help but be proud of his performance on your wedding night.

You gasped slightly at his grip on your stomach and bold statement, “Jacaerys-”

Your words were cut short by his lips finding your own. As he pulled away he looked at you, “The future of the crown is an important thing, is it not?” He asked playfully.

You smiled at him, “It is.” you nodded, then you looked towards a robe that lay on the back of a chair in the room. It was brought with you from the North. It was grey velvet adorned with beaded embellishments that resembled fall leaves and wolves. The trim was made of long soft light grey fur. It reminded you of the home you left behind, “And the North’s future.”

“Of course it is.” He said much more genuinely as he took hold of your hand.

Your eyes returned to Jace, “I miss my family, Jacaerys. Not that you aren’t my family.” You sighed, “I miss my brothers, I miss my sisters. I miss the North.”

“Then I shall take you to them.” He said as he kissed your hand.

You smiled and still could not believe you were blessed with such a kind man to marry. “When?” you asked sweetly, holding in excitement.

He smiled back at you, “As soon as you wish it.”

You sat up quickly, “Can we take Vermax?” You asked excitedly.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Jace was true to his word, later that day you were on the back of Vermax headed north. The ride was thrilling and soon proved to be chilling. The cold air as you approached the North felt like home.

Once you and Jacaerys arrived in Winterfell, you needn’t an introduction as the large beast made your presence known. The guards opened the gates with haste as you and your husband entered Winterfell.

You looked around at the familiar courtyard. You could looked anywhere and think of a dozen memories.

“Sister!” You heard a familiar childlike voice beckon behind you.

You turned around to see your younger sister, “Sara?” You said narrowing your eyes as you looked at her. She had grown quite a bit since you had seen her. Her growth was truly apparent when she ran up to you and wrapped her arms around you. The force of her affectionate embrace nearly toppled you over.

Her embrace loosened as she looked up at you with wide and ecstatic eyes, “Where’s your crown? I thought you’d have a crown-”

You giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear, “I don’t have one yet.” The young girl did not know yet that only the King and Queen would wear a crown, but it was not time to explain royal customs.

You noticed her eyes shifted to Jacaerys beside you. She seemed uneasy by the presence of a royal. “Sara this is Jacaerys Velaryon, the crowned prince of the seven kingdoms.” You said softly, trying to introduce her as gently as you could.

Jacaerys bent a knee to Sara, “An honor to be welcomed to your home.” He spoke gently

Sara looked up at you, as if for assurance that his kind demeanor was not a farce. You smiled softly at her, “Jacaerys is your brother-by-law now, Sara.”

Sara looked at Jacaerys who was smiling softly at the girl. She looked once more at you, then after being convinced enough, she then lunged at him wrapping her arms around him.

“The princess of Dragonstone!” Your brother Rickon shouted as he made his way out of the stone castle.

Along with him were three of your other brothers, Willem, Joss, and Davos.

“Aye, or should we practice calling you queen, your Grace?” Your older brother Willem called out in jest. However, his eyes went wide and he swallowed his words hard once he noticed the prince kneeling beside you. Worried he has offended the royal.

Noticing their apprehension to Jace you reassured them, “You needn’t be scared.”

Willem blinked at you, “Not scared.” He said defensively though not convincingly.

“Yes, you are-” Sara began but her teasing was interrupted by Jace.

“Willem,” Jace said with a smile as he stood. He extended a hand to Willem.

“Prince Jacaerys-” Willem said nervously as he shook the prince’s hand.

Jace shook his head, “Jace is fine,” He said warmly, then he looked to the other boy beside Willem, “Rickon, I take it?”

“Can we see your dragon?” The young boy couldn’t help but blurt out his request.

You sighed with a smile at the young boy, “Ricky, I am sure Vermaxx is quite tired from the ride here-”

Jace interrupted you, “If it’s alright with their sister, they could watch from a distance as he feasts.” He looked at you with hopeful eyes. You could tell he desperately wanted to earn the approval of your family.

You sighed and hesitated, but then you conceded, “You all promise to behave?” You asked and with that, the group of boys and Sara ran off pulling Jacaerys along to witness the beast.

Before you could follow them you heard a deep voice behind you, “You smell like dragon.” You turned around to see your eldest brother Cregan.

You looked at him and felt a sting of resentment. Though you were happy to marry Jacaerys once you learned his character. You were traded for a political advantage after all. “I married a house of them.” You said folding your arms together.

“There's a big green one eating the sheep over the hill,” Cregan said with an irritated look. It made you all the more resentful.

“He is hardly the biggest of them.” You said stoically, “The crown will see that they are paid for.”

“The crown.” He repeated in a mocking tone. “You acclimated to the role well?” He asked though you couldn’t tell if he was being faseshace

You sighed, “I just wanted to come see my family, is that wrong?”

“No.” He said more genuinely, “Are you happy?” He asked. His concern made you somewhat angry, he didn’t seem to care before.

“You care?” You asked with a raised brow. You might have been a married woman, the future Queen consort, but you were not above petty retorts.

Cregan seemed offended by the question, “You think I wouldn’t?” He asked with a frustrated look.

“You sent me away.” You said calmly though you could still feel the venom behind it.

Cregan narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows as he stepped closer to you, “And I'll bring you back.”

You stifled a laugh, “Cregan don’t be a fool.” You looked at him as if he were ridiculous.

“I don't know why you defy me so.” He said frustrated with you, “War was at our door, we were forced to pick sides and I made you the future queen.” He sighed, calming himself, “I did what I thought was best for you, the way our father would have.” His words made you soften, “And I’ll continue to do so. If you’re unhappy I will bring you back, to hell with the crown.”

Your hardened demeanor fell, and you sighed as you dropped it completely. “I am happy, brother. I admit I was reluctant to say it, and I was still angry that you’d trade me for higher standing. I wanted guilt to eat at you for it, but I am happy. The prince is a good man, honorable and faithful.” You said with a smile, thinking of your new husband proudly.

“As he should.” Cergan nodded, though still unconvinced.

“Sister?” Once again another familiar voice chimed in. You looked behind Cregan and noticed your sisters coming out from the stone castle.

“Here they come.” Cregan sighed as the girls began to rush around you.

“Sister!” Lyanna shouted with glee as the rest of your sisters surrounded you, “Why didn’t you tell us she arrived!?” Lyanna asked Cregan with irritation.

“I only just arrived.” You began to laugh at the madness surrounding you.

“What is it like in that great big castle?” “What about the city?” “Do they call you Princess Stark?” “You must show us your new jewelry!” “She has Targaryen braids now!” All your sisters began to hound you with questions, tugging on your dress and fussing with your hair and jewelry.

As if the madness couldn’t have escalated more, your brothers returned from seeing Vermaxx with Jace. “We saw his dragon! It blew fire and ate a whole cow!” Rickon excitedly announced to his sisters who were still fussing with you as if you were a new doll.

Cregan chuckled to himself as you drowned in the ecstatic affection of your other siblings. While your siblings were too busy wanting to know everything in the South and your new life, Jacaerys approached Cregan. “Lord Stark,” Jace said, trying to hide his intimidation.

“Prince Jacaerys,” Cregan responded with his cold and hardened demeanor.

“I thank you for your house's hospitality,” Jacaerys said in an attempt to show his respect.

“My sister is always welcome in Winterfell,” Cregan said, somewhat purposefully not including Jacaerys. Cregan nodded his head, “Come.” he said leading Jace farther from you and your siblings. Jacaerys followed though intimidated, “I understood after she left how frightening it had to have been.” Cregan began, “Leaving all she knew to be traded.” Cregan stopped and looked at Jacaerys with hard eyes, “She was taught young to survive in an unhappy union. But I will not have my sister unhappy.”

Jacaerys would have been offended if it were anyone else, but because it was your brother who wanted your happiness and safety, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry. “Our union was arranged for political reasons. That is not lost on either of us, but I assure you that I love your sister with all of myself.” He vowed. As Cregan stared at Jace, could tell it was genuine. “And I hope, she feels the same.”

“I’d say she does.” Cregan nodded, “My sister is always welcome in Winterfell… As is her family.” He added, making Jacaerys smile finally feeling somewhat accepted, “Has she been received… well?” Cregan confided, “When she speaks her mind she can be a defiant and stubborn creature.”

“Your sister was imperative to the victory of my Mother. Not simply the alliance with the North, but her mind. She offered great counsel to my Mother and support to our house.” Jace said with a nod, “Support for me.” He said with a smile, “She is a defiant, stubborn, and strong woman.” Jacaerys said in a subtle but stern attempt to defend your honor.

“She is,” Cregan said with a slight smile and a nod.

You were unaware of this interaction between Jace and Cregan, you were simply too distracted by your siblings asking you so many questions. “Jace?” You called out as you walked towards him, “I feel as though I am drowning.” You said as though you were out of breathe.

“It’s the prince-” One of your younger sisters called out excitedly. In response the rest of your siblings especially the girls began to clammer.

Cregan however held up his hand to them, “Alright, let your sister breathe,” Cregan commanded as he led your siblings away from you. They obeyed his command swiftly.

You took hold of Jace’s hand, “Will you walk with me?” You asked with a heavy sigh, trying to catch your breathe.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・

You held Jace’s hand as you walked through your home. Though you were wearing the finest furs, his hand was the only bit of real warmth you felt. Your cheeks stung from the cold, you could feel them along with your nose and lips turning red from the frigid air. Perhaps your time in the South had softened you.

You couldn’t think too much on it before you saw a familiar sight, the Weirwood tree that stood tall and hauntingly in the courtyard. You halted your steps and turned your attention towards it. You admired the sight of it, taking in all of the significance that it held in your heart.

Still looking at it, you spoke softly to Jacaerys who intently listened to every word. “The Weirwood tree.” You said as if you were introducing them, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen one.” You sighed, “Such a thing of beauty. “It was six thousand years ago that the Andals slaughtered them out of existence in the South.” Jace didn’t speak only listened, “It was their intention to rid the realm of the Old Gods. But the North stood strong.” You explained, “This is where my parents married, and where my brothers will wed their brides someday.” You said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“Not your sisters?” Jacaerys asked, somewhat confused.

You shrugged, “I imagine they will wed noblemen of other houses far from here.” Your eyes shifted from the tree to Jacaerys, “Like myself.” You said not to salt a wound, but to merely explain how marriage is for girls.

Jacaerys felt a sting of guilt, “I feel as though I have taken that from you.” His grip on your hand tightened slightly.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth and you shook your head, “You gave me much more.” Your words were honest and true. Though your wedding wasn’t in front of the Weirwood it was in a grand and extravagant hall before the royals. He gave you a life beyond snow and neglect. You smiled at him as you placed a hand on his cheek.

A moment later, Jace took you by the wrist and pulled you towards the tree. As you stood in front of it, he pulled you in close to him. “What?” You giggled.

He took your hands, kisses your knuckles, then held them close to his heart. “I am yours, from this day til my last day.” He spoke softly, his eyes filled with loving adoration for you.

“Sometimes you’re so romantic it makes me ill.” You said stifling a laugh. Though his gesture truly meant so much to you. You tried to wipe your smile away, “I am yours from this day til my last day.” You spoke softly. Jacaerys took you by your cheeks and kissed your lips with the same passion he did when he first kissed you. As your lips parted, you looked at him. You realized truly, and fully that this man was forever yours. You wished so badly he could have met your mother and father. Which is when you got the idea, “I’ve something I’d like to share with you.”

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・

You led Jacaerys to the crypt. The entrance of it was guarded by two stone wolves, and past that was a long spiralling staircase down below Winterfell.

One inside the crypt, Jacaerys held the torch for you as you led him to two statues that stood tall side by side.

“My parents.” You spoke with pride, “Rickon Stark, and Gilliane Glover-”

“-Gilliane Glover.” Jacaerys said at the same time as you.

You smiled at him, “That’s right.” You nodded.

“You look like her.” He said as he looked at the statue of your mother.

“I should hope so.” You said with a sigh, “Father was never described as a beauty.” You jested. You were never very good with compliments, you often used humor to alleviate your discomfort.

Jace chuckled, “But he was known for his bravery and courage.” He smiled at you, “And your mother was known for her sharp wit and many talents from horse riding to archery.” The fact Jacaerys knew this was not a surprise to you. He had admitted to doing his research on your house and family.

You smiled back, “Yes, yes they were.” You nodded.

“You carry so much of them.” He said as he rubbed your back comfortingly.

You sighed, “Hopefully I will be carrying more than that soon enough.” You said rubbing your stomach, again using humor to distract.

Jace took your hand, “There is time. You could be now for all we know.” He said taking your hand. Though he was too respectable to admit it he was proud of his performance on your wedding night.

You smiled, though felt a surge of anxiety surge through you. “An exciting and yet terrifying prospect.” You began to walk to another statue, Jacaerys followed after. You stood infront of Lyanna’s, your little sister who died from sickness. You ran your finger times over her name engraved on the tombs wall. “Little ones are so fragile, and taken so easily.” You said holding back tears. You looked around the crypt, “We’re all taken so easily.” You said with a shaky sigh as a tear fell down your cheek.

Jacaerys wrapped an arm around you and wiped your tear away, “We cannot fear death so much that we neglect life.”

You looked at him with watery eyes, “Do you ever feel like you can feel them with you?” You asked, knowing he was the only person other than your siblings who could understand the pain.

He nodded somberly, “That’s because they are.”

You felt grateful, you felt fortunate. To have a husband who could understand your pain. You looked into his eyes with love, “If we have a son, I’d like to name him Lucerys.” You spoke softly.

Jacaerys thought he might cry at your words. He kissed your cheek, and softly spoke, “If we have a daughter, I’d like to name her Lyanna.”

You smiled as you sniffed and wiped away a tear, “An unusual name for a Velaryon.” You said with a laugh. Jacaerys smiled at you and breathed a laugh. You kissed his lips once more before speaking, “I think it is time for us to return home.”

“Home?” Jacaerys questioned confused.

“The Keep.” You clarified.

Jacaerys smiled, and nodded, “Yes, yes of course.”

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