#jacegon fic

[freya-captain]

That’s damn right. Imagine those wide lavender eyes full of tears. Tears of joy. Tears of sadness. Tears of despair.

There’s nothing beautiful like a broken Aegon.

(From Inversion of Fate by compulsivitea on AO3. Everyone should read it. I love dark! Jacaerys, first of his name)

[natsukasas]

beddings and beer

a jacegon fic

rating: E

warnings: smut, rimming, drunk sex, incest

word count: 1,886

series: lessons on beddings

“I thought bedding just involved…bedding? Not any of this,” Jace stares at him. “That’s what the Maester’s told you, they’re a bunch of old fucks that wouldn’t know a cunt if they were staring right at one,” Aegon sneers.

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[fantasylandblues]

modern!lucemond college au

modern lucemond fics have had a real chokehold on me for a while, so here's my attempt at a lucemond college au! (i wanted to include some minor jacegon at some point but still don't know how's that gonna go lol.) this turned into a whole ass drabble but just hear me out (and pls be nice!!!):

Lucerys Velaryon (22) is an undergrad student majoring in ocean studies. Aemond Targaryen (26) is getting his post-grad in modern-age westerosi politics at the same institution, the Crownlands College of King's Landing, Westeros, of valyrian tradition.

in his free time, Lucerys takes theatre lessons at school. he has a scholarship and makes the best of it, although he wouldn't consider himself to be particularly bright (he also has some trouble focusing). he walks with the determination of someone who's got places to be, though maybe that's just to appear stronger or more confident than he actually is. Luce's got a somewhat tall build now, but years of being undermined by his peers have worn down his shoulders and his joyful, boyish appearence.

his older brother, Jacaerys (24), is the one who got him into theatre in the first place, although Jace now pursues his passion for the martial arts, teaching children and teenagers alike. he's known for being short tempered among his friends and family, but is as good with those kids as he once was with his little brother during their formative years. they currently share a two bedroom apartment and often hang out at their neighbors', Baela and Rhaena's, sisters who sometimes feel like perfect female versions of them.

Aemond lives alone, but often meets up with his confidant and cool sister Helaena (27) at the campus restaurant. Helaena is an English professor there at Crownlands with a passion for teaching medieval histories. she has the study of biology as her main hobby and is often seen carrying a book or two on entomology which she borrows from the library on her free time.

it's not uncommon to catch Aemond at the olympic pool well past everyone's school hours, swimming focusedly as a way to clear his mind. he comes from a somewhat influent family, the Targaryens, and knows he will soon be introduced to the actual world of westerosi politics, so he gets to focus all of his energy on his studies and training, almost as if striving to achieve the best version of himself. back home, he cares for his pet lizard, Vhagar - named after the goddess of war in valyrian mythology, a name only his sister could come up with.

he's lost his eye and gained that terrible scar in a scrap with his brother many years ago, which needless to say went too far. he remembers seeing Aegon with their father's letter opener in hand, and then waking up in the hospital to his mother's worried eyes. there are days in which he proudly wears unnatural, dark-colored prosthetics, and days in which he just puts in a clear one and patches it up.

his brother Aegon (29) works remotely as a manager in their grandfather's company, a job he doesn't particularly like but was left with no choice but to take. he is still recovering from the car accident that left him paralysed from the waist down and with severe burns along his body. with his little daughter by his side, he's been dealing with this new life surprisingly well, as well as finding a new joy for parenting.

despite being bitter for years on end, Aemond could no longer hold a grudge against him after the terrible accident. they have been finding ways to remedy their relationship ever since.

beloved by his colleagues, Lucerys is easy to talk to, somewhat extroverted and ballsy, even, although he would rather shield from too much intimacy. being gay is an issue he thinks he's got handled, thank you very much, if that means getting with guys in seedy corners and never bringing that up in conversation. people know, of course, but it bothers Jace that he's never ever heard a mention of a special name.

that day, he strides out of the school's pool bathrooms with the uneasiness that's left in the bottom of his stomach after one of those types of encounters. a few swimmers are packing their stuff up for the day, and he looks just so out of place in his jeans and t-shirt.

Aemond knows confidently what he wants, yet is hard to approach for those who haven't earned his trust, and would very much like to mantain that hardened image. but it doesn't bother him that he craves like a human being, that he craves small and he craves grabbable, just enough to leave small bruises where his hands have been, and he would definitely benefit from fisting a handful of those brown locks he's just laid eyes upon. or maybe he shouldn't be thinking that while clad in nothing but tight swim attire.

let me know if this is anything! my askbox is open for feedback and shenanigans~

[the-heartlines]

soft flesh & steel scales

jacegon | {e. 1k.}

set post hotd s1e8: uncle aegon claims his nephew, jace, roughly…on the same table their family dined and fought at, just hours before.

cw: underage, uncle/nephew incest, mildly dubious consent, rough anal sex, possessive behavior, fisting, overstimulation, biting, mild blood kink.

How does it feel, nephew?” Aegon whispered in the prince’s ear drunkenly, heavy breath ragged against his chestnut curls, thrusting inside his young nephew’s body to the hilt. “How does it feel, my prince, to be stuffed full of your uncle?” 

Jace could only release a muffled moan with his plush lips pressed against the table, when Aegon dragged his cock from his arse in one stroke, slamming back into him brutally, making the wood wobble beneath them. “I’m even more surprised you’re not crying,” Aegon teased, eyeing his nephew’s oiled orfice that clung to him, tighter than any whore’s cunt he’d ever fucked. “I’m surprised you’re not bleeding, that your arse begs for me, swallows me whole. Are you my whore, bastard boy?” Aegon grunted, his hand wrapping around his nephew’s hard, weepy cock feeling Jace tighten around him, seeing his hands curl into tight fists.

“Say you’re my whore. Mine, Jace. And I’ll give your body the pleasure it craves.” Aegon demands possessively, ripping Jace’s head backwards by his curls. His perfect curls that his hands have always itched to touch, to feel the softness, the wildness threaded through his fingers. Because Jace is soft, lovely, the purest silk and velvet. A pretty prince; unstained, untouched, intoxicating to Aegon. Something pure, made of love, unlike Aegon—impure, stained through immaculately, his hands never once clean. Bred and born to fulfill a duty, made of rape, conceived by unwillingness and coercion.

“N-no! I’ll never be yours.” Jace exclaims defiantly, but all it does is make Aegon want him more.

“You lie, nephew, while your body devours, craves me. Let your uncle taste your sweet lies, Jacaerys.” Aegon says soberly, pulling his face closer to his, kissing his nephew’s full, plush, soft lips for the first time. And he sighs into his mouth murmuring a word that means Jace is his in this moment.

“Uncle,” Jacaerys croaks softly, gently, but Aegon is all rough dragon scales and hide, true Valyrian steel. And his sharp nails dig into his little dragon prince’s scalp, wanting to claw and burrow his way inside, to claim and claim, to mark him permanently. Brand his damned insides with the dragonfire, the rage that breaks through Aegon like a bolt of lightning.

“Mine, mine, you should have been mine.” Aegon chants it like a wish, canting his hips into Jace at a brutal pace, fucking him as sweetly as he knows how, which is not sweet at all. Not even close. But this feeling of being wholly inside his nephew, with his hands gripping his soft hair, his hard cock, roughly—is the most loveliest and purest sensation. The closest to holiness, to sinlessness that Aegon will ever experience. Jace’s groans get louder, the rougher he pounds into him relentlessly, curving and carving out a place within him that only Aegon knows intimately now.

“Jace,” Aegon rasps his name now, his succulent body taking him so dutifully, fisting his nephew’s cock now in his hand, wanting him to come at the same time. “Nephew!” He cries, his climax overpowering, overtaking him, the raw pleasure striking a blissful chord beneath his skin, blood blazing. “Take my seed, and give me yours, my prince! ” His voice is hoarse, begging Jace beautifully, brazenly, eyes rolling back into his head as he spills inside his nephew’s supplicant and tight body.

“Uncle!” Jace roars back at him, baring and gritting his teeth, kissing and biting down into the meat of Aegon’s bottom lip, his seed spurting onto his uncle’s waiting hand.

And afterwards, Aegon keeps his softening cock inside his Jace’s ass, hesitant to leave his supple body. “You’re mine forever now, Jace,” Aegon greedily licks his nephew’s sticky seed off his fingers, cleaning it from them, his cock already aching. But this time he wants to press it between his prince’s soft, blood red lips. 

Have Jacaerys taste him.

Aegon rips his cock from Jace’s messy hole, seeing his seed ooze steadily from his arse. “You should be full of me all the time, little prince,” Aegon pushes it inside with his fingers, where it belongs, adding a third. “Be my whore at my beck and call, nephew. Would you like that?” 

“N-no. It's t-too much, Aegon,” Jace hisses, his puckered flesh trying to accommodate, stretching exquisitely around the thickness of Aegon’s fingers knuckle deep inside his body.

“It’s never too much, Jace. I’m never too much!” Aegon spits where his appendages are tethered and tied to Jace’s guts, saliva mixing with semen and oil. “I’m enough, always enough.” Aegon slipped his fourth finger in, hearing Jace whimper, when it disappeared along with his dragon scale ring. “And you’re more than enough for me, sweet prince, so take all I offer to you.” Aegon pushes his thumb inside to seal everything within his nephew, until the rim of his ass is beyond stretched to the brim. “Fuck,” Aegon curses, hearing Jace cry, seeing him struggle around his entire hand, curled into a fist inside his hot flesh. Aegon’s cock hardens, suddenly jealous of his own hand inside where he just was, claimed. He thrusts it inside a little harsher than he meant, hearing Jace’s intake of breath, so he does it again, when the breath escapes raggedly from his lungs, from his raw bitten lips. And Jace thrusts back, seeking the pleasure from the pain his uncle provides him with, watching him spread his legs wider.  

“You’re such a fucking whore, Jacaerys,” Aegon grunts, hearing the squelching of his fist fucking into his guts. “What would your mother say if she saw you like this?” Aegon thinks of his sister’s face, wondering if she would even be disgusted, shocked to see her sweet boy defiled so atrociously—by him, an uncle. 

Rhaenyra's probably done this many, many times, defiled by their uncle in worse ways.

Aegon thinks, smirking evilly, sinisterly, scraping his nails against the inner flesh of his nephew’s walls slowly. “I wonder what the future queen would think of her precious son’s arse wrapped tightly around her own brother’s hand?” 

Jace can only just gasp and pant, thrashing and thrusting, unable to speak; only fuck against his uncle harder, trying to chase his pleasure. “Come for me, pretty prince. Come around your uncle, again.” Aegon says thickly, swallowing, needing to satiate his parched throat with the taste of his nephew once more. Jace convulses violently, climaxing beautifully once more, tightening agonizingly around his wrist. He raises his head back to release a guttural roar from his throat and Aegon free hand fists into his hair, lips locked on his, stealing, swallowing his warcry. Feeling it rumble and rattle through him, when Jace tongue locks with his own, in a battle for dominance, teeth grazing each other’s lips.

When Jace bites down into his bottom lip, drawing his blood for the first time this intimately; Aegon’s the one to growl back into his waiting mouth, climaxing intensely, letting his blazing blood flood into onto his nephew’s tongue, his fire mixing with his own. Forging and fusing blood with blood, fire with fire. A bond not easily severed, bound to each other eternally.

[fanfictionroxs]

I just want one scene where despite all the civil war going on and Rhaenyra and Alicent being on opposite sides, Rhaenyra comes and beheads Larys because she finds out he's been practically assaulting Alicent all along. The fact that it's revenge for Harwin, for the father of her dead children is the cherry on top. Maybe she knows he killed Harwin, maybe she doesn't, but Alicent tells her later on when Rahenyra pulls the shaken woman into her lap that she didn't do it, never meant it, never intended it. Gently, she rocks her back and forth, breathing calm words into Alicent's ears who insists that she didn't kill Harwin and Rhaenyra knows because she told Daemon years ago that this woman wasn't capable of cold murder. Maybe things have changed now, but despite all the hatred and the suppressed wants, Rhaenyra knows her best friend inside out. And they will both probably met the stranger soon because there's still so much hate, hate that now perhaps exceeds the love that still burns, hate fueled from the pyres of dead sons and dead grandsons and chairs of torment that tear apart families and friends and love that could have been. They will meet the stranger who might look like their mothers or their sons or each other, and maybe then they will have their happy ending.

That's how Aegon and Aemond find their mother, wrapped in the arms of their half-sister with the separated head of Larys Strong bleeding on the sheets, his body thrown aside carelessly to make space for the two women. And for a minute they get a glimpse of the could have beens, where these women would have been their mothers, where their mother might have looked happy like she actually had a partner and not a prison guard in the form of Otto and Viserys, where they weren't torn apart from their nephews by hatred and ambitions that they wanted no part in. Where friendships and love might have been allowed to flourish, nurtured by the hands of these women. And then Rhaenyra looks up and there's an ugly fire burning in her eyes as she tightens her grip on Alicent, a look like that of a jealous dragon protecting its hoard and they attack because this woman has taken enough from them and it wasn't enough that she took the affections of their father, but now she comes to steal their mother.

[lonelyvampx]

[presentprompts]

So this fanfic idea is based of two specific plot divergences and they are as follows:

1) Daeron rides his dragon for the first time earlier, and this gets announced at the dinner party from hell.

2) Rhaenyra comes up with the dragon seed idea as a result.

So what effect does this have? What’s the point? Jace has his melt down that night, he lets rip. He throws in Rhaenyra’s face that she has put him and his brothers in the exact same position Viserys put her. One step up from what he said in cannon, he even brings up her marriage to Daemon and how their kids threaten Jace’s claim.

The consequence of this happening earlier? Aegon overhears the lot.

So I personally thought Aegon was sulky at the dinner due to a lack of attention from his favourite nephew. So maybe after everything kicked off he goes to Jace’s room, not to apologise directly of course, but he could imply it! But when he gets there he overhears the argument between Jace and Rhaenyra and it basically changes his interpretation of everything. All his life he’s been told how much of a danger Rhaenyra and Daemon will be to him and his siblings lives, how she’s arrogant and treasonous for naming her bastards heirs. Never had he considered that Jace (and the other two but mostly Jace) were in danger from their own faction.

Aegon basically assumes from this argument that Daemon treats Jace and his brothers horribly, and that Jace is convinced he’s gonna get killed so Daemon’s son’s will be next in line.

Accept this isn’t the case. Daemon is actually a pretty good stepdad and while not the best at showing it, cares for all Rhaenyra’s kids like they are his own. Jace is just letting out some, understandable, angst brought on by a very stressful situation.

Aegon decides he won’t let Daemon hurt anyone, and somehow convinces Jace and Luke to stay an extra night, while Rhaenyra and the others return to Dragonstone (I know this is a stretch but if I actually wrote this I’d come up with a reason that makes sense!) Problem temporarily solved Aegon thinks, his eldest nephews are safe for the time being… And then Viserys dies.

In one world, Aegon runs from the responsibility, uninterested in being King. In this world, he (thinks) he has a better understanding of the deadly consequences of the situation, he stays. On the eve of his coronation King Aegon II legitimises his nephew’s and publicly endorses Jace’s claim to driftmark. The court is a buzz with his generosity and commitment to keeping the peace. They’re even more surprised when they see him in the company of his eldest nephew, who publicly wears the blue of his fathers house, rather than the black of his mothers faction. It seems even Rhaenyra’s own heir doesn’t support her claim.

Accept Jace does. On Otto’s orders, neither Jace nor Luke even know Viserys is dead, they’re just pleasantly surprised how nicely everyone is treating them. They even gifted them with new clothes!

Cut to Dragonstone Rhaenyra and Daemon are freaking out, convinced their sons have been taken hostage!

I imagine both Aegon and Rhaenyra’s POV’s would be quite angsty, where as Luke and Jace’s are almost cracky, they love their holiday!

[helaenasaegon]

Aegond and Jaegon fanfics, aka: The Babygirlification of Aegon II Targaryen. (Usually)

[lionspawfic]

Little Bronze Dragon | Different Parents Jace, Jace/Aegon

In a very different world, Jacaerys Royce is the son of Rhea Royce and Daemon Targaryen and has spent years without meeting his father. He grew up proud to be his mother's heir on Runestone, but then when he is sixteen they are summoned to court and he must confront the side of his family he has long ignored with court politics.

And even worse, the possibility he is more like his father than he ever wished.

Chapter Count: 1/?

Jace I - Link

Divider created by @zaldritzosrose

[thepinkdread]

Two years after Aegon disappeared and Rhaenyra took the Iron Throne as the rightfull Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Jacaerys unwittingly stubbles upon Aegon, hiding under a false identity in a Pentosi pleasure house.

[pensivepanda]

jace gets captured by the greens and unwillingly put in the middle of a love triangle between his uncles major tw for dubcon - check other tags as well if you are sensitive to anything!! (everything should be tagged)

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welcome to those of you who followed me after I posted the last chapter :)

I haven't really used this tumblr account but perhaps from now on I will

[capaloma]

Sister's Mercy

When Jacaera exchanges her vows with her brother, a vision in blue tulle and white lace. Alysanne makes herself watch even if her heart jackhammers in her chest, her breath caught in her throat as if parched. Under the altar with Alicent's reluctant blessing, Jacaera exchanges her vows with Alysanne's brother, Aegon. She condemns herself with a simple “I do.”

Alysanne stares at the two. She thinks she hates him and loathes her.

Jacaera is an idiot, a stupid little girl who doesn't know what she just stumbled herself into. Aegon had been bad enough as a boyfriend, a husband, he wasn't cut out for.

When the two newlyweds kiss, the crowd is unpleasantly witness to Aegon's lust and gluttony, he practically swallows Jacaera in a kiss, the poor girl pinkening as it draws on. By the time Aegon pulls away, satisfied, Alicent's nails dig into Alysanne's wrist and Rhaenyra looks like she might murder Aegon before the day is over. Jacaera's lips are swollen and just shy of indecent, Alysanne turns her head away. She knows she'll have dreams of her tonight.

The festivities are thankfully drab, Alysanne is pulled from room to room to micromanage alongside her mother to manage any of the minor errors that go on and fix them quickly enough that neither of the newlyweds is informed. A wedding photographer getting stuck in traffic—Helaena is given Alysanne's professional camera and told to take as many photos as she can. She always did have an eye for this, her photos of bugs and insects, of friends and family, hanging over her studio. Jace's brother Luke becomes sick with a nasty stomach bug—a trip to the pharmacy twenty minutes away and a receipt of fifteen pounds later, the boy is pale but he's not likely to throw up on anyone so Alysanne counts it as a win even if she did want to slap the idiot.

All those little inconsistencies and mistakes are brushed up and worked around as best as they can. Nearing the end of the night, Alysanne is exhausted and almost forgetful over what it is that they're celebrating.

But she can't.

Jacaera is married to her brother and Alysanne can do nothing but watch, heart breaking even if she denies it.

She's drinking herself hoarse when the two take off from the reception, lost in each other. Or more like Aegon being lost in Jacaera and Jacaera trying to keep things PG with her family present.

Helaena watches her from the sides, worried and intent on cutting her intake once she reaches her limit. "I can't believe she said yes," Alysanne mutters under her breath.

"Aegon has been her boyfriend since she was fifteen, Aly," Helaena reminds her. "Of course, she said yes." Aegon had always enjoyed the benefits of Jacaera's puppy crush on him when they were younger, when the girl started slipping away, watching others instead, he'd become almost rabid in his attempt to gain her back.

At fifteen, Jacaera had dated her share of guys and girls before settling with their brother, 20. No one expected them to last as long as they did. No one expected them to tie the knot either, four years later.

If anything, Helaena predicted the marriage would hardly last the year with Aegon's womanizing ways and Jacaera's inability to turn the other way. She was always more firm with Aegon. If she found him with another in bed, after the drama of the past few years of his crazy side pieces, Helaena thinks her niece would end it.

Jacaera had seemed tired the last time, when she found him in bed with her baby brother’s babysitter. She doesn't know why she said yes to Aegon's proposal but she had.

It seems even Jacaera's family wonders with Baela's reluctance to be Jace's maid of honor and the way the family watched for any mistake on Aegon's part throughout the engagement. They found nothing that warrants their anxiety, Alysanne had done damage control for her mother.

Aegon's mistresses were paid off and a few of his children were sent to live with their mother's relatives if their mother's proved too stubborn.

"He doesn't know how to treat her," she spitefully states.

"I know," Helaena turns her head to watch the newlyweds leave. She's dressed in a pale blue dress with butterflies embroidered into the fabric, her eyeshadow is blue and black and her earrings are dolphins with diamond eyes. She'd been one of Jacaera's ladies and had witnessed her share of the troubles between the newlyweds.

"I give it a year," she eventually says. Alysanne stops wallowing in the whiskey to look at her, "you really think they'll last the year?"

She's drunk and her breath smells, Helaena wrinkles her nose.

"No, she'll wait a year before she starts the procedure."

Helaena's hands lay on the back of Alysanne's green strapless dress. "Let's go, you need rest."

The two sisters leave, and neither of them notice the small silver haired child walking out from where they were just standing.

Viserys tilts his hand, he thinks that Aegon would be lucky if Jace gave him a year.

Helaena proves to be right, only a little off. A year and two months after Jacaera and Aegon married, Jace starts the divorce proceedings.

Alysanne is witness to Aegon's fits of anger and the violence he unleashes on the girls he brings back home, having moved back in after he and Jace split.

Jace knows Aegon well and his affairs come to light due to pesky journalists.

She gets everything and ruins him in the process, even taking his surname Targaryen as less than a year after her divorce, Viserys—Alysanne and Aegon's father—dies and Rhaenyra takes over the estates and businesses he left her.

Mother tries to fight her in court, drawing up support from years she spent cultivating and some of the best lawyers but Rhaenyra had predicted that—or maybe her husband or past mother-in-law had and after two years of court battles—Rhaenyra wins. She gets most of what Viserys left in her will but Alicent won on the front that some of it be provided to her children. Alysanne gets a flat with the money she got, Aegon gets a home and money to fund his lifestyle, Helaena sells the estate she gained back to Rhaenyra and uses the money to buy a bigger studio for her artwork and Daeron is given an estate in the Reach—Oldstones—and funds. None of them are given any of the businesses, that is left to Rhaenyra and her side of the family.

Alysanne proves herself enough that she's given a probationary position as an employee at one of Daemon's businesses, a tech start-up. Through it all, as she slowly climbs her way to floor manager, she keeps bumping into Jacaera.

After the divorce and inheritance battle, Jacaera ended up better than she would've had she stayed married to Aegon.

She's a junior analyst at Stark Industries—unrelated to any Targaryen business branch—and works long hours, often taking her lunches with her stepfather or one of her brothers. Alysanne resents her.

(Alysanne wants her.)

She's the apple of the media's eye and if gossip rags prove right, is in a committed relationship with an unknown man.

She's doing better and seems to have recovered well from the divorce.

Alysanne can still remember the bruises Jacaera had the night she turned up at her flat, all of it from Aegon. She'd been a mess back then and three years later, she doesn't resemble that woman at all—the one that cried into Alysanne's shoulder and almost begged to be touched.

Alysanne had her taste of Jacaera during those few weeks she recovered from the injuries; pretty long legs wrapped around her waist and that pink tongue Jacaera knew how to use well. Heat spreads from Alysanne's core and she ignores it as she writes her report to HR about an incident between two of the employees.

Jacaera had disappeared after her bruises had faded into a sickly yellow and pale green.

The next time Alysanne saw her in person, she would be divorced and accompanying her mother in court.

She guesses that Jacaera had put an end to it all that day, no more secret romps between them and no more sleepy kisses shared.

Alysanne got the message. She just hates it.

Jacaera rubs her back as she unlocks her front door and Vermax comes out to greet her. She stays in the hallway for a while, petting her girl before she hears footsteps and looks up to find Luke in her doorway.

"Long night?" He asks, moving to help her with her bags.

She nods, tired. "Cregan wants the meeting between the shareholders to go off without a hitch. I've been staring at spreadsheets all day," she laughs, a little out of it.

Luke waits for her to sit on the couch before massaging her back, pulling a particularly hard knot that has Jace moaning softly. He presses a kiss to her shoulders before continuing.

By the time he's done, Jace is a puddle of goop, but Luke knows her best and leaves to come back with a plate of warm food. Jacaera digs into the food—rice with chicken and a side of yesterday's leftover ribs—as Luke flicks through channels on the TV before settling on some crime show as his hand wraps around her leg.

She finishes before setting the plate on the coffee table, and laying her head on his shoulder. They share a kiss before they turn in for the night.

The next morning, Jace wakes up naked, well spent from last night and alone, Luke having gotten up early for work.

She lays there for a moment before getting up to shower and get dressed. Another day of spreadsheets and looking over documents await her.

She doesn't notice a pale figure moving in her home as she leaves.

When Jacaera gets back home, at two in the morning, having stayed after hours to help Cregan and Sara with a mix up from an intern and later, getting dinner with the two siblings, she's exhausted. She can't wait to lay in her bed and cuddle with Luke.

Jace slips her shoes off in the doorway before putting on her slippers and walks towards the nearest bathroom. She's taking off her makeup with wipes when she feels arms wrap around her middle, peeking up to see a disheveled, sleepy Luke.

"You're late," he whispers into her neck. Jace nods, she doesn't have the energy to say much back.

"How bad was it?" He asks, pressing kisses to her cheek and shoulders.

"Really bad... an intern caused a mistake and Cregan was so close to losing it. Sara was really the MVP today." She lays her head against his chest, watching as his hands slip into her pants.

He cups her cunt and Jace wants but she's too tired for this tonight. She bats at his hands and Luke reluctantly pulls away.

"Tired," she mumbles and he understands. He helps her finish her skincare routine before pulling her to bed and cuddling against her.

A figure watches them from their shared closet.

Alysanne slips out once their breaths slow and she's sure they're asleep. She takes a photo of the two, placing Luke's hand against Jace's neck, tightening her hand around it. She wants to kill him.

She wants to hurt her.

But Alysanne has waited years, she can wait a little more.

Jace sleeps in her car after the meeting's over, having lost sleep and exhausted beyond compare. The last time she felt this dreadful had been during her divorce.

Back then, she'd confided in Alysanne in her misery. It had proved to be for naught. The woman abhorred her brother, Jace's sweet, annoying Luke.

She can't blame her. Luke had taken Aly's eye during a tussle over a fencing sword when they were children. Her disdain for her brother wasn't something Jacaera could ignore for long, however.

When she slipped into Luke's bed that first time, she felt ashamed as if she had betrayed Aly somehow, by sleeping with her brother. She hadn't even felt like that when she was with Aegon.

It's been years since she ended things with Alysanne but Jacaera still held a piece of her heart open to the woman then. Now, Jace sleeps with a V necklace over her chest, Luke's gift for her twenty-fourth. A pretty thing of sapphires and diamonds, a matching set of earrings in her vanity.

She sleeps as Alysanne rummages in the back of her car. Her eye lingers on her breasts and that necklace.

Luke is bold, she would give him that. But Jacaera was Alysanne's before she'd been Aegon's and Luke's.

Jacaera notices that one of her blue stockings is missing after she spends twenty minutes trying to find the matching pair. She thinks nothing of it, changing into a white pair instead.

It'll probably show up when she least expects it. Or maybe Vermax would bring it as an offering, wagging her tail in delight.

She hurries as Luke and Rhaena wait for her at her doorstep. She leaves before they can be any more late to their reservation, Baela waiting at the place already.

Alysanne slips out of the walk-in closet, silver hair left to run freely down her back.

Vermax barks at her and Alysanne makes a face before locking her out.

[toukacifer]

Some doodles inspired by "Alea Iacta Est" by SnowyMoth on Ao3.

Jacaerys is a beta, but Valyrian betas are "special" so Jace finds himself in various entanglements due to his caste.

[the-heartlines]

ok but in the battle of the Gullet fem!Jace and her dragon are shot down but instead of killing her she is captured and given to King Aegon as a trophy of war. Aegon plans to use her to force the Blacks to surrender but also sees the convenience of marrying her and forcing her to give him children (in the book he is apparently excited about the "strong" children that Cassandra Baratheon can give him) Also he can't let a northern savage *Cregan* steal a Targaryen princess, his ancestors would roll in their graves if he lets that happen and Aegon as his uncle and king has the right to choose a suitable husband for Jace

In his head he becomes obsessed with Jace and the wedding, if necessary he will have their bedding ceremony with the lords present including Cregan to make it clear that Rhaenyra's heir is now his

ANON YOURE LITERALLY MAKING ME SWEAT WITH NEED TO WRITE THIS! I COULD ALMOST MAKE IT A SEQUEL TO WHAT IM WRITING WITH FEM!JACE x CREGAN!!!!!! are you in my head????? LIKE fr living in it like a lil devilish angel !!! GIVING MY BRAINROT! (Also would you be okay if i did write this eventually?!)

editing to add:

feed this au into my veins ASAP!!!!

[jonsaslove]

one day i know i’ll write jonsa for the last time but today i’m amazed that nearly five years after the show has ended i opened up 2 new google docs to begin some new stories

[joekeerys]

what is your jacegon fic about? 🙏

post rook’s rest fix it that has me crying to myself at 2am (part of the fixing is that aegon has hair)