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hisfavegirl · 2 days ago
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Hey girl, I love your HOTD reactions sm! What about like how they would react if you did a VS or Skims collab for a Valentine’s day set or something??
HOTD Characters Reaction To Your Campaign With Skims
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Aegon was in the middle of scrolling through his phone, lazily lounging on the couch when his screen suddenly froze.
The SKIMS Valentine’s Day campaign.
Your face. Your body. Draped in lingerie so sheer it might as well be a second skin. Red silk, lace, curves accentuated perfectly—a vision of absolute sin. The shot that made his blood boil the most?
You, on a plush pink bed, biting your lip, fingers tangled in your hair—wearing nothing but a dangerously tiny bra and lace garters. The caption?
“Indulge yourself this Valentine’s Day. ❤️ #SKIMSLove”
The likes and comments were flooding in, men thirsting over you in real-time:
“THIS is what I want for Valentine’s Day.”
“Bro, she’s actually unreal.”
“Forget flowers, I’m sending divorce papers to my wife.”
“I just know her man is LOSING HIS MIND.”
Yeah. He was.
Aegon shot up, phone clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His jaw? Tight. His eyes? Dark. His entire body radiated possessiveness, his breath coming out in ragged bursts.
His first instinct? Call you. Right. Now. But then he thought—No. No, you fucking knew what you were doing. Posting this without telling him? Letting the entire world drool over you while he was just supposed to sit there and take it?
His next move? Damage control.
The internet absolutely lost its mind.
The moment Aegon dropped the video on his Instagram story, everything went insane.
The clip was short but devastating—you, bent over his bed, skin flushed, your bare back marked with his claim, trembling, moaning his name like a prayer, wrecked beyond comprehension. Aegon’s hand came into view, gripping your waist, his voice low and smug, whispering,
“Didn’t think I’d let that SKIMS stunt slide, did you, baby?”
The internet? BROKE.
Twitter/X Exploded:
“THIS MAN JUST ENDED THE ENTIRE MALE POPULATION WTF”
“Aegon Targaryen is the pettiest, most unhinged man alive and I respect it.”
“She posted SKIMS, he posted HER. This is WAR.”
“HOW is this allowed on Instagram? WHO reported it? WHOEVER YOU ARE, WE FIGHT AT DAWN.”
“Bro turned Valentine’s Day into a public execution.”
Instagram Comments on His Last Post:
“Sir. Some of us are SINGLE.”
“That’s it. I’m deleting my boyfriend.”
“Y’all seeing her LEGS SHAKING??? Nah this man is different.”
“I’m not okay. I will never be okay.”
“We were thirsting over her SKIMS shoot and Aegon said ‘bet.’”
TikTok Reactions:
POV edits of Aegon with captions like “When your man reminds the world who you belong to 😵‍💫🔥”
Audio clips of “I want what they have” over slow-mo replays of the video
Girls fake crying into the camera with captions like “Me realizing I’ll never be this girl”
Reddit Threads:
r/popculturegossip
“Aegon Targaryen just HARD LAUNCHED his revenge arc, and I’ve never felt so single.”
“This is the most unhinged flex of all time, and I need therapy.”
“So we all agree he’s the pettiest man alive, right?"
Instagram eventually took the video down—but it was too late. Screenshots, edits, and memes had already flooded the internet. Aegon had won the war, and the internet was never recovering.
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The second Aemond saw the photos—you, draped in delicate lace, barely covered, staring into the camera with that knowing, sultry look—his jaw clenched so tight it could snap.
His phone nearly cracked in his grip as he scrolled through the thousands of comments under the post:
“Mother is mothering.”
“Aemond is officially the luckiest man alive.”
“The male species has been defeated. We are but peasants.”
“You’re telling me this woman goes home to HIM??? Jail.”
A deep, dark chuckle left his lips—but it wasn’t amusement. It was pure, seething possession.
His eye twitched, his breathing heavy as he saw the likes flooding in—from men. From verified blue checks. From random nobodies who had no business looking at you like that.
“The fuck is this, darling?” His voice was deadly calm, but the way he stalked toward you, phone in hand, told you everything.
“A campaign.” You blinked at him, innocent. “For SKIMS.”
“A fucking campaign?” He scoffed, throwing his phone onto the table as he cornered you. “So that’s what we’re doing now? Letting every goddamn man on the internet see what’s MINE?”
He was pissed. Jealous. Possessive. His fingers traced up your arm, then gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to him.
“Tell me, did you enjoy it?” His voice dropped lower, dangerously soft. “Did you like having them all drooling over you?”
His eye burned into you, jaw tight as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
“Because now you’re going to remind them who you belong to.”
Aemond never lost control—but tonight? You were in for it.
The second Aemond posted the video, the internet broke.
It wasn’t just a thirst trap. It was a declaration. A warning. A final nail in the coffin for every man who thought they had a chance.
The clip was grainy, filmed through the dim light of his bedroom—his signature aesthetic. You were wrecked on his bed, wrists bound, body shaking, barely able to form a word except his name—moaned like a prayer, like a confession.
And Aemond? His signature smirk could be heard in his voice when he murmured:
“This is what happens when you forget who you belong to.”
Instagram Exploded :
“IS THIS EVEN ALLOWED???”
“So we’re just posting full-course MEALS now????”
“The way she’s literally trembling… yeah, I lost.”
"‘This is what happens when you forget who you belong to’ BRO CAN WE BREATHE???”
“The SKIMS campaign was for US. This? This was for HIM.”
“Aemond said, ‘You wanna model lingerie? Fine. Now model MY BED.’”
“The way she’s just a mess for him… If my man doesn’t love me like this, I DON’T WANT IT.”
Within minutes, Twitter (X) was on fire.
#AemondTargaryen
#SheBelongsToHim
#TiedUpForAemond
#OneEyedKing
Trending. Everywhere.
TWITTER/X MELTDOWN:
“I HAVEN’T EVEN RECOVERED FROM HER SKIMS SHOOT AND NOW THIS????”
“This man really said ‘revenge’ and ENDED US ALL.”
"Aemond Targaryen is a MENACE. I hate him. (I’m lying. I love him.)”
“THIS IS THE MOST POSSESSIVE, FILTHY, UNHINGED, HOTTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN. HELP ME.”
TIKTOK COMMENTS UNDER THE VIDEO:
Pinned by Aemond Targaryen : “Revenge is sweet, baby."
“My FBI agent just logged out. This is TOO MUCH.”
“This is NOT just a revenge post—THIS IS A WARNING.”
“Imagine posting a SKIMS campaign and your man drops THIS as a response… She WINS.”
“Her Skims photos were for US. Aemond’s revenge was for HIM.”
Meanwhile, Aemond? He just sat back, smirking at his phone as he watched the world come to terms with what they already knew.
You were his. And there was no escaping it.
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Jace never had an issue with you modeling. Until now.
He was in a meeting when his phone started blowing up. At first, he ignored it—until Aegon sent him a link with nothing but:
“LMAO. You good, bro?”
Frowning, Jace clicked.
And there you were.
Draped in red lace. Skin glowing. Eyes hooded. Posing in a way that had every man on the planet foaming at the mouth. The SKIMS Valentine’s campaign had dropped, and you were the star.
The moment he saw the lingerie—saw the way your body looked in it—his jaw locked so tight it could crack.
And then he saw the comments.
“I just KNOW Jace is punching the air rn.”
“She’s too fine. If he won’t wife her, I WILL.”
“Jace, be so serious… How does it feel to lose?”
“Why does she look single in these photos???”
“Jace, if you fumble, I’m RIGHT HERE.”
The moment the meeting ended, Jace stormed out of the office, grabbing his phone and calling you immediately.
You picked up, cheerful—which only pissed him off more.
“You having fun?” His voice was low, dangerous.
You giggled. “Jacey, baby, did you see the campaign?”
“Oh, I saw it. So did the rest of the fucking world.”
You hummed, unbothered. “And?”
Jace ran a hand through his curls, breathing hard. He could see the photos in his mind—how every man was lusting over you.
His girl.
And the worst part?
You knew exactly what you were doing.
“And,” he growled, “you better be home when I get there.”
“Why?” you teased, voice all sweetness and sin.
Jace let out a dark chuckle. “So I can remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
One minute, people were thirsting over your SKIMS campaign, and the next?
Jace dropped a bomb.
A video.
A very explicit video.
You, bare, ruined, trembling on his bed. Voice completely gone. Every breath ragged. Body shaking violently. Jace’s hand on your ass, smacking every time you tried to move away. His voice? Dark. Dangerous. Possessive.
“Was it worth it, baby? Hm? Letting the whole world see you like that? Look at you now—can’t even talk, can’t even move. Next time you wanna tease me, remember who the fuck you belong to.”
And his caption? Head Shot.
“Since y’all were so thirsty for her SKIMS campaign, here’s what happened after. Enjoy.”
Instagram Comments :
“JACE, WTF IS THIS? I CAN’T BREATHE.”
“He saw the SKIMS campaign and said ‘bet.’”
“NAH, THIS IS BIBLICAL. HER VOICE? GONE. BODY? FINISHED. JACE?? LAUGHING IN HER EAR?”
“This man took it PERSONAL LMFAO.”
“I ain’t never seen a man HUMBLED this fast 😭”
“THE WAY HE’S WHISPERING TO HER AND HIS HAND?? Y’ALL. I NEED HOLY WATER.”
“Her body shaking and his palm smacking down… Yeah. Yeah. That’s a man.”
“Jace saw the SKIMS campaign and said ‘MY GIRL. MINE.’”
“You just KNOW he was PISSED when he saw those lingerie pics 😭.”
“She went from SKIMS model to Jace’s favorite meal real fast.”
“THE WHOLE VIDEO IS JUST HIM RUINING HER LIFE AND HER LETTING HIM 😭.”
“I need everyone involved in this video ARRESTED.”
“Bro uploaded this like a warning. Like, ‘you thought you were single in those photos? Here’s your reminder.’”
“HE REALLY POSTED THIS AS REVENGE FOR SKIMS. THIS IS A POWER MOVE.”
TWITTER REACTIONS : Trending Topics:
#JaceVelaryon
#JusticeForHerVoice
#SKIMSRevenge
#IsSheAlive??
Comments :
“Jace is actually insane for posting this. HER BODY IS SHAKING. HER VOICE IS GONE. AND HE’S JUST THERE, WHISPERING AND LAUGHING??? HELLO???”
“You KNOW he was mad about SKIMS cause why is this video a whole RESPONSE??? 😭”
“If my man doesn’t ruin me like this after I piss him off, I don’t want him.”
“Jace: ‘You wanna do a lingerie campaign and let men thirst over you? Cool. But they’re gonna watch you break for ME.’”
“Jace really saw those SKIMS pics, picked up his phone, and said: ‘hold my beer.’”
“THAT MAN POSTED A WHOLE MOVIE. AMAZON PRIME COULD NEVER."
TIKTOK REACTIONS: Viral TikTok Caption
“POV: Jace Velaryon took his SKIMS revenge to another level and now we’re all screaming, crying, throwing up.”
Sound: Cardi B screaming “WHAT WAS THE REASON?!”
“Y’all, Jace didn’t just claim his girl. He PLANTED HIS FLAG.”
“Her legs shaking and him laughing about it…? Yeah. I need therapy.”
“Jace’s hand on her ass, the way she arched, the way he smacked down??? I HAVE NEVER KNOWN PEACE.”
FINAL VERDICT:
The internet is absolutely UNWELL. Jace won. You? Finished. The SKIMS campaign? Irrelevant.
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The moment Daemon sees the SKIMS campaign, his entire demeanor shifts. He had been lounging in his office, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone—until your face, your body, wrapped in delicate lace, fills his screen. His jaw clenches, his grip on the phone tightening as he watches you pose effortlessly, seductive and stunning, every inch of you made to be worshipped.
And so were the thousands of comments under the post.
“She’s an angel AND a sin. How is that fair?”
“I need her. No, actually, I’ll die without her.”
“Whoever her man is, I hope he knows he lost her to the world today.”
Daemon lets out a dark chuckle, but there’s nothing amused about it. His blood is boiling, his possessiveness clawing at his insides. Lost you to the world? They had no idea who they were talking about.
With a sharp inhale, he slams his phone down on the desk and gets up, pacing the room. His mind races. He knows you love teasing him, knows you like pushing boundaries—but this? This was a direct challenge. A test. And Daemon Targaryen does not lose.
Grabbing his car keys, he heads straight for you. No calls. No texts. You knew what you had done. Now? Now, you’d deal with the consequences.
The internet exploded within minutes of Daemon’s post.
No caption. No explanation. Just you, completely wrecked—your expression dazed, mouth parted as soft whimpers left your lips. His hand cradled your face, slapping your cheek with a teasing, mocking rhythm. And though his other hand wasn’t in frame, the wetness sounds that filled the video left no room for imagination.
Twitter/X:
“WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST WATCH???”
“Daemon just said ‘she’s MINE’ without saying a single damn word.”
“This man saw the SKIMS shoot and said ‘bet’ 😭”
“HELP ME I CAN’T BREATHE WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE SOUNDS???”
Instagram Comments:
“Okay but the way she looks at him?? That’s not just lust, that’s ruin.”
“He posted this just to remind everyone he owns her and honestly? It worked.”
“WHO ALLOWED THIS TO BE ON MY FEED??? I have work in the morning.”
“I feel like I just saw something I shouldn’t have… and yet I can’t stop watching.”
TikTok Reactions:
Edits of the SKIMS shoot transitioning to Daemon’s video with captions like:
“She teased him, and he answered.”
“SKIMS said ‘sexy’—Daemon said ‘MINE’.”
Compilation of reactions to the sound alone, with people throwing their phones across the room or covering their faces in shock.
Reddit Threads:
“Daemon Targaryen just changed the internet forever.”
“The SKIMS campaign was a declaration. Daemon’s video? A WAR CRIME.”
“How do we recover from this? WE DON’T.”
While some were losing their minds over the intensity, others were spiraling at the undeniable claim staked in that video. Daemon wanted the world to know—you were his, and no amount of cameras or campaigns would ever change that.
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Tag list : @danytar @hangmanscoming @julessworldd @yazzzmints @giirlinblack @searatarg @vaelry @ashblooddragons @callsignwidow
Thank you to @zaldritzosrose for letting me using your dividers ❤️‍🩹
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jacaerysgf · 8 months ago
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Like a virgin!
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s.m: based off a request; youre so sick of being a virgin. So now you’re set on losing your virginity but you’re very nervous, don’t worry your roommate is here to help you and give you some tips. as a “friend”. and maybe just one tip.
w.c: 2.8k
c.w: porn with plot, p in v, riding, virginity lose (fem), fingering (fem), titty sucking, protected sex, not proofread
a.n: more modern jace to feed the crowd, love you guys <3
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You find unsure of yourself as you stare into the floor length mirror in front of you. your eyes linger towards the clock you have hanging on your wall.
7:15
You wish you were dreading a test or a final project but instead you were counting down the minutes to a much worse fate.
a date.
Not just any date of course, this is the date you planned on finally losing your virginity.
As a senior in college and still being a fucking virgin you were humiliated. All your friends told you your time would come but when was the time coming? You were so sick of waiting anymore and decided the next guy that asked you out would be the guy.
He was a friend of a friend. No you think he’s your friends cousin. Fuck you have no clue. Not that it mattered, all that mattered is that he’s nice enough and he would fuck you. You had seen some pictures of him from you friend and thought he was cute so you just decided to screw it and agree to go on a blind date with him. it was at a bar, not too far from where you were so you just told him you would meet him there.
You walk out of you room to go sit in the kitchen and overthink for the next 25 minutes until you planned to leave. All your roommates were out of the apartment tonight except one. Jacaerys. His back turned to you, shirtless as always cooking something on the stove, he shoots you a hey as you walk by and you let out a meek hello which has him turning around and widening his eyes.
“well hello you.” You roll yours eyes and sit on one of the island stools as he walks over, eyeing what he can see from over the island counter and whistling, “Look at you hot stuff, thought the girls were busy tonight.”
“They are.” He looks at you with raised brows, before he turns back to the stove, attending to what you assume is some veggies, “Then what are you all dressed up for?” He asks before he takes a fork to his skillet and takes a bite from it.
“I have a date.” He begins to cough vigorously, you almost stand to help him but he waves his hands at you and takes a big chug from his water. “What?” “I have a date…?”
You don’t know why he’s acting so weird. Maybe he thinks you are so terrible you could not possibly score a date, You two weren’t exactly close, not that you were with any of your roommates, but you had thought he was the nicest one always offering you some of whatever he was making and was always the only one to clean up after himself and did his dishes often.
“With who?” “A friend of a friend, or i think he’s her cousin.” “You don’t know?” “I’ve never met him?” “You’re going on a blind date?” You feel kind of hurt by his words and look down at your lap, “Whats so weird about that?”
He lets out some mumbled curses before he begins to speak again, “no thats not what i meant love i just didn’t think you were the type to go on blind dates thats all.” He was right you weren’t, it was rare you even went out on dates at all.
“Just felt like doing something new?” You certainly can’t tell him what you truly want out of this. Yet when you answer comes out as a question he turns to your from his place in front of the stove with a curious look. “You sure its just that?”
You nod hesitantly and he smirks, “ah i get it, you wanna get laid,” How can he tell? He laughs at your wide eyes and goes back to cooking. “Don’t worry babe we all get like that sometimes. When was the last time you go laid?” A couple moments of silence passes and he turns to you with wide eyes.
“No way.” You flush, embarrassed at his stare, “No what?” he moves his pan off the stove, turning it off before he stares at you with wonder. “No way you’re a fucking virgin.” You open your mouth and some broken mumbles fall from your lips, “no…” “I cant fucking believe it.” “Why’s it so hard to believe?” Your tone must have come off harsh because he walks back towards you with puppy eyes.
“No no no babe i just cant fucking believe it, a hot babe like you still a virgin, unbelievable.” You flush and turn your head away from him as he begins to stand right in front of you. You cant tell if he’s teasing you or not. Jace was known as one of the hottest guys on campus, but he was never really known as the type of guy to sleep around, of course a few lucky girls would go around bragging that they got to sleep with him and they talked about how much they enjoyed it.
“You dont need to say that…” “Why wouldn’t i? You’re hot as hell, especially right now i mean look at you, that guy would be a fool if he werent pouncing on you the second he sees you.” This suddenly reminds you of your impending future and you go silent.
“Something wrong?” He looks so concerned you can’t help but confess to him, “Im nervous, i dont know what im even supposed to do.” You put your head in your hands in shame, at your age you should atleast have some experience but you could barely say you’ve held a guys hand. You had thought you would gain a lot more experience in college after missing out on relationships in highschool but you barely did anything. And now you were just trying to get it all over with at once with no knowledge on how to do anything.
“Why don’t i show you some things?” You freeze at his words and slowly lift your head up to look at him, “What?”
“Let me give you some, pointers for lack of a better word, so you can walk into your date more confident.”
You hesitate. You’ve always thought jacaerys was a cute guy and you fear taking him up on his offer would only allow your feelings for him to grow . but you dont want to walk into this date a fool so you end up looking at him with curious eyes. “What are you gonna do?” He grins, like he knew you were gonna say that. “Go stand near the couch.”
You are confused but follow his instructions and watch him with curiosity as he walks over to you and stands directly in front of you. “Where do you think this will all take place?” “Were going to a bar in a hotel he’s staying in so i would assume his hotel room.”
“Okay close your eyes.” You close them and you shiver as you feel the ghosting of his hands on your skin, trailing down your face and your neck. “First things first he would kiss you, you okay with me kissing you?” You nod and squeeze your eyes shut, as your heart begins to race. “… You have been kissed before havent you?”
You hesitate before you nod and he laughs, “Its okay,” You feel his forehead press against yours and your noses rub together, “ill teach you anything you need to know.” He presses his lips against yours and you lose yourself to him, following his lead. He cups your face gently and hums against your lips, lightly pressing his tongue against your lips leading you to open them, allowing him to slide into your mouth.
Unsure of what to do you just let him do as he pleases, ignoring the way you feel your underwear growing soaked at his actions. He suddenly pulls away from his lips and you open your eyes, and notice hes already staring at you. He looks so beautiful with his bruised lips but he barely gives you any time to admire him as he goes back in for another kiss that has your knees trembling.
He leans you down to lay back on the couch and he leans over you, breaking away from your kiss to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw and down your neck, his hands grip at the dress you’re wearing, moving it down to expose more of your chest so he can continue to press hot kisses against your skin.
You can’t help but try to get any friction by lifting your hips towards his but he pushes your hips down and shushes you when you whimper. “Its okay baby no need to rush we have all night.”
you shouldnt have all night but you can’t think about that right now as he continues to slide down your dress, “Can i take this off love?” You nod your head and watch his expression morph into one of wonder as he takes off your dress and admires you. You can chosen to go braless as it didn’t look good with your strapless dress and you wore a lacy pink pair of panties.
“Look at you baby so pretty fuck, always so fucking pretty.”
He latches onto one of your nipples and plays with the other with his thumb as he slots himself between you legs and begins to grind his hips against yours, when did he take off his shorts? you can feel his hardness press against the wet fabric, hitting you so right you throw your head back and can do nothing else but moan.
You don’t know how long you’re laying there, jace switches which nipple he’s attached to at some point but you barely notice it. Too focused on the burning pit growing in your stomach. You grip onto his hair tightly and he groans, the sensation around you sending shivers down your spine. He pulls off of you and stops the momentum of his hips despite your mumbles of disagreement. “Im supposed to be teaching you remember.” You hadn’t really remember that but you’re more shocked he did.
You nod lazily and he slides his hand down your stomach and toys with the bow on the front of your panties. “Will you let me?” Your heart pounds as you stare at him, you can barely believe this is happening. He looks at you with a soft smile and presses a peck against your lips, “yes.”
His hand slides under the fabric and he immediately curses to himself as he rubs against your folds. “fuck you’re soaked.” You whine as you thrust your hips into his heads trying to get more friction from him. “Please.” “relax ill take care of you don’t worry baby.”
He sticks a finger inside of you slowly and you push your head into the crook of his neck as he lets out some more mumbled curses, “fuck you feel so fucking good.” He pumps the one finger in you a couple times, drinking in your moans before he adds another finger and groans out loud when you bite against his neck.
“just like that pretty god.”
You pulse around him at his praise and he speeds up his fingers, “You like that baby? telling you how good you are for me?”
you nod as best you can into the crook of his neck and he adds a third finger, continuing to press and prod at your insides. Your hands find their to his back and grip onto the skin with your nails and he hisses, his fingers halting suddenly before they pick up a more brutal pace. bringing you closer and closer to your release.
You feel the pit continue to burn in your stomach until you can barely hold it any more and he can tell. “cum let go do it.” You follow his instructions to a tea and come quickly on his fingers, he helps you ride out your orgasm and you can feel your underwear stick uncomfortably to your skin.
He pulls his fingers out and you pull away from him, watching mesmerized as he pulls each of them in his mouth, licking every drop of essence off his fingers.
the two of you stare at each other while you catch your breaths, you hesitantly bring your hands to his face and he leans into your touch dreamily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “we don’t have to do anymore if you don’t want to.” you glance off to the side and eye the digital clock.
7:40
When you wanted to leave. You could get up now and leave, go to the date probably a lot more prepared than ever. but you don’t wanna go. you want to stay here, with him. even if this was just a casual thing to him you were happier losing your virginity to him than some random guy you only know from pictures.
“Please fuck me jace.” He pulls back and looks at you, “are you sure?” you nod, “yes please fuck me.”
With your assurance he wastes no time flipping you over so he’s laying beneath you and you sit above him. You stare down at him with wide eyes, “don’t worry this will feel really good.”
The two of you stand for a moment and he slides your underwear down your legs letting out a couple more swears that have you burning with embarrassment while he drops his own briefs and flops back down on the couch, pulling you down with him with a shriek causing him to laugh.
He rummages around in the side table and pulls out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth before he slides it over himself before he adjusts you over him.
“final lesson, ill lead you itll feel real good i promise.” you nod and he grips onto your hips with his free hand while his other keeps hims aligned with your folds as he begins to push past them and deeply inside you.
you cannot believe you spent your whole life without this what were you doing? it burns but its a burn that makes you feel like you wanna scream from pleasure the lower and lower you sink, you let out some strangled noises as he presses kisses against your bare skin, showering you with praises. “jace,,” “i know baby i know fuck you feel so good its okay you’re almost there.”
You suddenly reach the bottom and the two of you stay there for a long time allowing you to adjust. Yet you grow impatient and scrap your nails against hos chest. “you ready to move baby?” “yes please fuck.”
He grips your hips with both hands and lifts you up before lowering you back down and you swear you’re seeing stars. The two of you moan in sync when he lifts you back up and lowers you back down again. The two of you continue this routine over and over, he attaches his lip to your nipple once again as the two of you pick up your pace, at a certain point he begins to thrust his hips upwards and you throw your head head all the way back in a loud moan.
The pit begins to burn in your stomach again and you begin to move faster and faster, reaching your hands to pull at his hair and he loudly groans at the sensation. “cum baby fuck im right behind you.” His hand reaches down and plays with your clit for a few moments which sends you over the edge. You clench around him, your release slides down around his cock and he releases soon after you, the way you gripped around him serving as his final push.
He keeps you inside of him on his lap while he leans back, looking at you with a smile as he wipes the sweat off his face. “I always wanted to do that you know?”
you look at him in shock and he shrugs. “i know im doing this all wrong but, you wanna go on a date tomorrow? ive just liked you for awhile and fuck this guy, go out with me.”
You laugh and slap him on the chest, “of course i will you idiot.”
he grins and kisses you and you feel him harden inside you. when you give him a look he merely laughs and flips you to where your suddenly laying on your back. “Youre just too fucking hot.”
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perm jacaerys taglist <3
@tyronesien @itsbookworm987 @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @jacesvelaryons
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jetblack4realz · 4 months ago
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the sweetest of loves - jacaerys velaryon
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i'm living for fluffy modern jace rn honestly you're gonna love me for this
low key same au as my last one, just a few years later - more will come of this as well, i'm loving it haha
word count: 5.2k
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when you talked with jace about transferring to the essos school of literature instead of attending king's landing university with him again he was entirely supportive.
"you have to do it," he insisted, glancing between you and the 'accept' button at the bottom of the email. his smile was wide as he nodded at you, hand covering yours on the table. "you have to. you've been dreaming about going here for years."
"but, i already have a life here, jace, with you," you objected, brows furrowed as you leaned back in your chair. "i have friends and i like what i'm studying. i've only got two years left."
"it's just a study abroad year," he told you with a light smile. "you'll still graduate from KLU, you'll just have all this new experience to go along with it. it'll be okay."
"are you sure?" you asked.
"positive. you'll never forgive yourself if you don't go," he said, squeezing your hand comfortingly. "i think you should go."
and so you'd clicked that 'accept' button and shipped off to northern italy a month later.
you sent pictures of everything when you arrived, and a video of you and your roommate lisy who was studying in america at nyu originally. she was the most bubbly person you'd ever met and you loved her instantly.
jace responded in kind with his own pictures; the boys on the football pitch, 0.5's of cregan and aegon and benji, pouting selfies of him in the kitchen pointing at a burnt plate of who know's what? you got a voice memo each morning of him mumbling "i love you, have a great day," which you answered with a wide smile.
lisy teased you relentlessly, wondering after each picture, "is that going to the boy?" which you always had to reply honestly and say it was. she met him over facetime several times and he told you he was glad that you had her in italy, even though he wished he was there instead.
"she seems excitable," he laughed once she left your bedroom. you giggled, falling on your bed with the phone to your face.
"the most excitable," you told him. "i love her. she's made the transition a lot easier. but, i still miss you like hell."
"i miss you too," he hummed with a half smile. "even cregan misses you. we don't eat nearly as well with you gone."
"well be sure to stock up before i come home and i'll make you something," you told him, smiling at the compliment of your cooking.
"deal," he said with a grin. the screen shook as he moved on his bed, a yawn escaping his lips.
"when do you have class tomorrow?" you asked.
"eight," he sighed.
you gasped. "jace! you need to go to bed, it's like one in the morning."
"i'm fine, love. i'd rather talk to you," he said, but the daze in his eyes as he resisted another yawn said something else.
"go to bed, jacaerys," you told him sternly, smiling at the boy.
"it's like two in the morning over there, why aren't you going to bed?" he asked lazily.
"me and lisy are going sightseeing tomorrow and we don't have a wake up time," you said, a smirk on your lips as his eyes widened. he groaned dramatically.
"that's so not fair. i have to go to class and you're touring italy," he whined.
"should've come with me," you hummed.
"we both know i never would've gotten in. i'm terrible in english, i'll stick to history," he answered.
"then go to bed," you said, a smile still on your lips as he sighed heavily.
"fine," he droned. he looked more intently at the screen to you, smiling softly. "i love you."
"i love you too, j," you said, reciprocating his sweet smile. "sweet dreams, love."
"you too. goodnight."
"goodnight."
"i've never seen a place like this before," lisy gasped, looking all around the sweet little market you'd found yourself in. you giggled, beginning to file through a few of the notecards sitting on an antique table.
"jace's mom used to take me places like this all the time," you told her. "she doesn't have a daughter and is a serious shopaholic, so i got dragged to all sorts of places."
"ugh, i would've loved that!" she said.
"i did," you answered, following her to the home decor section. "i reckon as soon as i go home for the holidays she'll have all sorts of markets and boutiques for us to go to. are you going home? maybe you could come with!"
"i can afford the fare to america to just spend a week home," she answered. "but, i guess england's only a few hours from here, huh?"
"you should come! if we buy the tickets now they'll be cheap," you said eagerly. "i have an apartment back home that i'm sharing with my two best friends, though one of them moved into my room. you could stay with us! you'd love them, we'd have loads of fun."
"okay," she agreed with a smile. "it's a plan. now, can we please buy these pillows?"
she held up two blue and cream pillows with little floral designs on them. you reached for the tag hanging off one corner and flipped it over, gasping when you spotted the number printed on it.
"forty euros!"
"that's not that bad," she said, waving you away.
"each!" you reemphasized, but she shrugged, carrying them with her as she continued to the baking section.
"worth it!" she called over her shoulder, earning a laugh from you as you followed her.
you had jace on speaker as you worked your way around the kitchen.
"i mean, if he'd just get a grip he'd realize that she likes him too," you said louder than normal for it to reach the phone. you heard jace sigh dramatically as you began mixing the cream cheese icing you were going to put on the cinnamon rolls as soon as they came out of the oven.
"that's what i've been saying!" he said. "but luke is so stuck in his own head. i mean, he's a weird bloke, sure, but she's into that apparently."
"luke is a cute kid, don't say that," you told him.
"well, he does look like me, he is my brother."
"oh, shut up jace," you laughed.
"oh, you're talking to jace?" lisy asked as she entered the kitchen, sticking a finger into your icing to lick off as she turned back to where your phone was charging. "HELLO JACAERYS!"
"wow, hello to you too lisy!" he chuckled. "nearly broke my ear there."
"i try," she said with a shrug, eyes on your phone. "you've been on the phone for three hours?"
"don't judge," you told her. "it's boring baking by myself."
"it took you three hours to make your cinnamon rolls?" she asked.
"and cake pops," you answered.
"ooh, where?" she asked with an eager smile.
"setting in the fridge, don't touch them yet," you laughed. she looked back at your phone as jace apparently moved his, the sound crunching through your speakers.
suddenly, her eyes widened and her face paled. she clicked your phone as jace started talking again.
"gods, do i miss cake pops. what flavor, love? strawberry?"
"uh, yeah," you said slowly, crossing the small kitchen to grab your phone from your roommate, brows knitted in a silent question. she flashed your phone screen at you, brows raised high as she pointed at a little green text.
what r u doing tonight?
"who the hell is that?" she whispered.
"who is who?"
"nothing, jace. just some guy in my creative writing class who's asking me what i'm doing tonight," you said. you grabbed your phone, beginning to type out a response.
"and what are you doing tonight?" jace asked slowly.
"certainly nothing to do with him," you laughed. "probably watch a movie or something. maybe we can do the group watch thing on disney plus and watch the princess bride."
"i'm always down to watch princess bride with my future princess bride." you could hear the laugh on his tongue as he teased you and you giggled, lisy making a face of disgust.
"you two are gross," she said. "anyways, is the guy cute? i'm not doing anything tonight."
"his name is liam and he's kind of a jerk," you told her, scrunching your nose. "kept interrupting class with his stupid, slightly offensive jokes about our professor's teaching methods and then when we had to write a short narrative as a group he did no work."
"you didn't answer my question; is he cute?" she emphasized, a grin on her lips.
"i think you'd think he was cute," you finally told her, your grimace still on your lips. "i can tell him you'll go if you want."
"yes please," she said dramatically. "i'll go get ready."
"you don't even know what you're doing!" you called as she sprinted to her room.
"whatever!"
"she is a hoot," jace laughed through the phone.
"yes, yes she is," you answered with a giggle. you returned to your device, quickly telling the boy that your roommate was interested and copying her number. but, you hadn't sent it when he answered.
-i want to go with you. are you busy?
"the fuck?" you muttered, narrowing your brows.
"what?" jace asked quickly.
"this is just weird. he's being weird," you mumbled.
i'm hanging out with my boyfriend.
like i said, my roommate is free. this is her number if you want to text her about it
you waited for a response, getting increasingly annoyed that his texts were green and you couldn't watch him type.
"what'd he say?"
"that he wants to go with me. but, i said i was hanging out with my boyfriend and gave him her number, so hopefully he'll bugger off," you answered.
-do you and your boy wanna come?
you sighed. "guess not. he asked if we wanna go, and i really don't want to say that you don't exactly live in italy."
"then don't, just say no," jacaerys told you.
"alright," you mumbled.
can't sorry.
-next time for sure
you didn't answer that, instead returning to your icing. "i'm about done with my rolls if you want to send me the disney request."
"on it, love."
"who did you tell that my boyfriend doesn't live here?" you asked lisy quickly, brows raised. "liam will not leave me alone."
"what's he saying?" the girl asked with knitted brows.
"that jace doesn't need to know," you said before widening your eyes and throwing your hands in the air dramatically. "he's asking me to hook up!"
she gasped. "no way."
"yes way!" you groaned, falling on the couch.
"have you told jace?" she asked, sitting next to you.
"well, sure," you said. "he was on the phone when i got the text. and then when he started passing me notes in class i sent pictures to him."
"what'd he say?"
"that he'd fly down to punch him in the mouth if he tried anything," you answered with a sigh. "i can't wait to go home in a few days. i miss him."
"you've missed him since you got here," she laughed.
"i know," you laughed with her. "it sucks."
a knock on your door caught both your attentions.
"did you invite anyone over?" lisy asked you, brows furrowed.
"no. you didn't?"
"nope."
you stared at each other for a few moments before lisy shrieked, "nose goes!" and pressed her pointer finger to her nose before you even had the chance to do the same.
"cheater!" you cried.
"you have to get it!" she yelled with a laugh.
"shh," you said, holding a finger up as you stood and approached the door.
your face fell when you opened it and saw who it was. "liam."
"hi," the boy said with a cocky grin, hands tucked in the pockets of his hoodie jacket. "how are you?"
"fine..." you said slowly, brows scrunching in confusion. "how did you get my address?"
"oh, don't worry about it," he said, shrugging casually. "do you want to go get some food?"
"i have a boyfriend, you know this," you said strictly.
"doesn't mean you can't have a little fun," he said with a gross smile. "who knows what he's getting up to while you're gone? don't you think you should be able to do the same?"
"i know what he's doing while i'm gone and it's nothing close to this. no thank you, liam," you told him, hand on the door as you went to push it closed. he caught it, eyes softening as he peered at you.
"please? i promise not to do anything," he tried. you furrowed your brows.
"no," you said, your response the most obvious thing to both you and lisy who was watching behind you protectively. "i still don't trust you and i still have a boyfriend. go home."
"oh come on-"
"go home!" lisy yelled, pushing the door shut. you locked it before turning to her gratefully. she settled back on one foot, brows furrowed as she stared at the door for a few moments. "he really wasn't that cute."
you laughed lightly before walking towards your room.
"where are you going?"
"i have to tell jace, he'll never believe this!"
jacaerys didn't know you were coming home for the holidays. you'd told him some ridiculous lie about having finals too close to christmas and that there was a big new years party that you didn't want to miss and he believed you. he said he wasn't mad, that you should live up your life in italy.
little did he know you were absolutely tired of italy and more than ready to jump back in his arms.
baela and alysanne picked you up from the airport with excited screams, hugging you tightly as you laughed joyously.
"my girls!" you cheered. "how are you?!"
"fantastic now that you're here," alys said with a smile. she scrunched her brows. "where's your friend?"
"she decided she did have enough money to go home," you answered with a shrug and a smile. "it's all the same - i get to be home with you guys!"
"ugh, i'm so glad you're back," baela said. "so much has happened."
"since i talked to you last week?"
"oh, you don't know the half of it," she sighed dramatically, grabbing your arm as she and alysanne dragged you out to your car. "so addam..."
you saw rhaenyra before you saw jace, the woman capturing you in a warm, tight hug as soon as she laid eyes on you. baela slipped in behind you with a laugh and made her way upstairs to her room.
"look at you!" rhaenyra said with a gasp. "you look so beautiful! i'm so glad you're here."
"me too," you said with a laugh light on your breath. "thank you for letting me over."
"anytime, my dear, anytime," she insisted, smiling widely as she led you further into the house. she left your side to begin pulling chicken from the fridge, allowing space for her children to spot you.
soon enough, you had viserys and aegon clinging to your sides and joffrey patiently waiting his turn at the entrance to the kitchen. you laughed, kneeling down to hug them all properly, waving joff over once you finished with aegon.
"how are you all?" you asked excitedly.
"good!" the three cheered.
"i made a gingerbread house out of graham crackers," joffrey said proudly. "do you want to see it?"
"of course i do," you told him, your smile widening. "but, i think i have to go see jace first. do you know where he is?"
as the littles shook their heads, rhaenyra said, "he just left to his room."
"awesome," you said, standing and taking a step towards the staircase. you pointed at joffrey. "me and jace will be down in a few minutes to see your gingerbread house, okay?"
"okay!" he said happily.
you turned and quickly made your way up the carpeted steps, heaidng down the hallway you knew like the back of you hand. you approached his door slowly, hand resting on the handle as you raised your knuckles to rap gently on the wood.
"come in," he called from inside, causing your heart to jump and a smile to pull at your lips. you pushed the door open, seeing him seated at his desk with a notebook in front of him, though his attention was on his phone.
"hey," you said gently.
he looked up quickly, his eyes widening as he abandoned his phone and flew from his seat. he wrapped his arms around your torso, you barely managing to get your arms out to wrap around his neck before he squeezed you tightly, his momentum sending you both into the wall. you laughed loudly, hugging him back joyously, one hand raking through his curls as he nuzzled into your neck, pressing a few kisses there before he mumbled into your skin.
"what are you doing here? why didn't you tell me?"
"i wanted to surprise you," you told him, pulling him back enough to see his beautiful coffee brown eyes. his smile was the widest you'd seen it as he leaned in and captured you for a quick, but deep kiss. he pulled away, hugging you tightly to him once more, kissing your cheek, jaw, and neck in quick little pecks, his energy vivid and sporadic as he held you close.
"this is the best surprise, love," he told you, pulling away to kiss you again. "i love you so much. i missed you so much." he kissed you again, not giving you a chance to respond as you giggled lightly. he pulled back, eyes raking over your face and then your form, drinking you in for only a few seconds before he muttered, "gods, you're beautiful." his mouth returned to your own when you heard a door open.
you pulled back, tucking yourself in jace's side as you turned to see luke standing in his doorway with an unimpressed quirk of his brow and baela standing in hers with her phone up.
"really? i don't even get a hello before i'm subjected to you making out?" he asked. you laughed, slipping from jace's grasp to give his little brother a hug.
"hi luke," you told him.
"hello y/n," he hummed, laughing lightly when you pulled back and rolled your eyes. you turned your attention to baela, who's phone was still pointed at you.
"i got that whole thing on camera," she said with a giggle. "super cute, it's gonna go viral."
"you can't post it!" you cried, laughing as you reached for the device. she pulled it out of your reach, stepping back into her room and beginning to push the door closed.
"it's my video!" she laughed. "go back to your boyfriend!"
when her door shut and lucerys snuck between you two to descend the stairs, you did go back to your boyfriend. you snuggled into his grasp, sighing contentedly as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"i missed you."
"i missed you too."
"let's go out tonight," he suggested, his chin settling comfortable on the top of you head as you leaned into him.
"where are you thinking?"
"just some food and a drive. i'll drive if we can take your car." you could hear the smile and you sighed, grinning yourself.
"i guess..."
"alright, where should we go?"
"italy doesn't have nando's."
"well, then we have to get you some nando's."
by the time that you'd escaped his house - having to stop for joffrey's graham cracker gingerbread house, a brief coaching session with luke on how to flirt with the girl he likes over text, and to attempt to convince daemon that the italians did in fact think you had a good accent when you spoke italian even though he thought otherwise - it was well past dark.
you giggled as jace held your door open and shut it after you, crossing to the other side to slip into the driver's side. he started up the crappy old ford with a wide grin, handing you the aux cable immediately.
"we need to get you a bluetooth adapter," he hummed as he pulled out of the neighborhood. "my phone doesn't even plug into that one anymore."
"you got a new phone?" you asked, clicking on the same album you always played when you were with jace. you listened to it a lot when you were alone in italy, lights out and lisy off with friends, just missing your boy.
"yeah. i'm still on mum's family plan and everyone got an upgrade for some promotional. i don't know if i like it yet," he admitted with a shrug. "it did make facetiming you easier. my battery didn't die as fast, and for that i love it."
"that's nice. i was always plugged in while talking to you," you told him with a laugh. he grabbed your hand over the middle console, shooting you a smile. "it was worth it, though."
"i'm just so glad you're actually here now. i was certain this was going to be the worst holiday i've had yet, but now you're here with me, so it'll be the best," he said. "are you coming over for christmas or will you be with your family?"
"no, dad's off with his witch girl and my siblings are at my grandparents'. your mum offered for me to stay here with you guys for the whole holiday," you answered. he grinned, squeezing your hand.
"are you going to? or do you want to be with alysanne?" he asked.
"i mean, if you don't mind seeing me literally 24/7 i would actually love to stay with you guys," you replied with a small smile. "i love your family."
"and they love you," he said. "stay. i'm pretty sure everyone would be ecstatic if you did."
"alright, i will," you agreed, your heart fluttering a bit at the thought of it. you were always welcomed at the targaryen household, but to be spending christmas with them? that was a new level of love.
after he parked, he leaned over the console to kiss you again, earning a slight giggle as you kissed him back. he pulled back just enough to grin at you before kissing you again, his free hand brushing over your cheek gently. you pulled away finally, staring at him with an incredulous sort of love.
"let's get food," you insisted, turning to get out. he pulled on your hand, making you to turn back to him. he shook his head and quickly exited the vehicle, coming to your side in a moment and opening your door. you hopped out with a wide smile, accepting his hand again when you came chest to chest with the boy. "you're the perfect gentleman."
"only for you," he said, wiggling his brows as he shut the door and pulled you towards nando's.
as you stood in line, talking about how aemond started posting the same girl on his stories recently, you people watched. you always liked to see who was out to get chicken at nine o'clock at night. nando's seemed to have the wildest people, from a man wearing a tshirt that read 'danny dorito' with danny davito's face on a dorito, to a chick waiting by the doors with a chihuahua in a stroller. and then there was the weirdest one -
liam.
"shit, what?" you said quickly, brows furrowing as you stepped behind jace. he looked up from your phone where you'd previously been viewing aemond's story highlights, immediately scanning the room for what could've incited such a reaction from you.
"what is it?" he asked, his hold on your hand tightening. the line moved up and you stayed behind him, the man understanding your attempts and keeping you out of sight of whatever it was you were nervous about. "love, what is it?"
"remember that liam guy i kept telling you about? that came to my house and kept hitting on me in class? he's here," you told him, peeking around his arm to see if he was still sat with the three boys you saw him with.
"what the hell?" he muttered, eyes narrowing on the kid. "we'll just get our food to go. i'd rather not risk meeting him."
"i thought you said you'd beat him up for me?" you asked with a light giggle.
"if he comes us and starts something then of course. but, i don't start fights, darling, i finish them," he told you. you grinned as you pulled him further up the line, ordering once you reached the register.
as jace began paying, you glanced back at where liam had been, your curiosity getting the bets of you. your brows furrowed when you didn't spot the boy - he'd just been there a moment before.
"thank you," jacaerys told the cashier with a charming smile before stepping back next to you, hand grabbing yours as he pulled you to fill your drinks. the nando's workers were speedy tonight, holding your bag out as jace rushed by, the boy grabbing it with a thanks. he eyed you carefully. "what's wrong?"
"nothing, i just-"
"y/n!"
you both turned quickly, brows knitted tightly at the call of your name. of course it was liam.
"liam," you said slowly, nodding as you eyed him. "hi."
liam approached with a wide grin, a strange swagger in his step. you pursed your lips as you watched him. jace pulled you closer to him, his grip tightening slightly.
"crazy to see you here," liam drawled, his grin making your skin crawl. his eyes flashed to jacaerys. "is this the boyfriend you've been talking about?"
"yes. this is jacaerys," you said shortly, not bothering to introduce your classmate.
"pleasure to meet you jacaerys," liam hummed, holding a hand out to him. jace clasped it securely, a straight look on his face as he eyed him with a steel gaze. "i'm liam."
"alright," jace said.
"me and y/n go to school in italy together," he continued.
"alright," jace repeated, releasing his hand with a slight shove. "good to meet you, mate. if you'll excuse us, we've got to get going."
"why don't you join me and my friend bobby? we're heading to a party later tonight with some college friends, you should come," liam offered.
"no thanks," you said quickly, glancing at jace with an unintelligible look in your eyes. "we've got plans."
"you've always got plans, don't you sweetheart," liam sighed, turning your attention back to him. your furrowed your brows again.
"sorry?"
"every time i invite you out, you refuse. i'm just being friendly."
"and i'm perfectly friendly when i say no. it's alright for you to accept that i don't want to hang out with you, liam."
"ouch," he said, a grin still slipping off the side of his lips as he held a hand to his heart. "you don't want to hang out with me?"
"i think she's made that clear," jace told him, stepping towards him. "now, like i said before; we've got to get going."
he didn't wait for a response before dragging you away to the drinks station, filling both your cups quickly, and pulling you back to the car. "i see what you mean," he muttered as he helped you in your side.
"he's kinda pushy," you answered, accepting the bag of steaming food before he shut your door and crossed to his side. he sat down with a sigh, starting the car up.
"just a bit."
"let's get out of here."
you sung along to the playlist you were used to, the one you'd curated with jace when you first started dating and began these drives, and the one you listened to the most while in italy and missing him desperately. a mix between enthusiastic songs you weren't afraid to belt out and slow, sweet songs that varied from taylor swift and old american country artists, your playlist had everything.
eventually, he pulled off to the side of the peak of the Rim, a mountain range not too far out from his parents' house and one you frequented over the last almost two years of dating. he pulled you out of the old ford and onto the roof, the bag of nando's in your hand.
you chatted while you ate, random nonsense and updates of luke's love life that he'd failed to mention in your regular facetimes.
"joffrey's even got a girlfriend now," he hummed with a cheeky grin, laughing as you gasped and pushed his shoulder.
"he does not!" you cried, eyes wide. "but, he's so little!"
"he's twelve," jace shrugged. "we all had girlfriends and boyfriends at that age. you 'go out' for a day or two and be done with it."
"and is he done with it?" you asked.
"no," he admitted, laughing loudly before he continued. "he bought her a peppermint teddy for christmas. she told him she was jewish and he was mortified, but she said she'd take it for hanukkah. he spent all week trying to convince mum and daemon to let him buy her six more presents to go along."
"i thought there were eight?" you asked.
"either way," he said with a shrug. "mum said no. he'd already spent his whole allowance on the teddy and we still had to draw for family secret santa."
"who'd you get?" you asked with a soft smile.
"actually, i was hoping for your help on that. i got baela."
"oh, i can definitely help with that," you said, a giggle following your words.
you sat in contented silence for another few moments, finishing the rest of your meals before jace spoke again.
"i didn't like the way he was looking at you."
you looked at him quickly, eyes softening in realization of what he meant. you leaned into his side, holding his arm gently. "me neither. but, i doubt it'll happen again - i think you intimidated him."
"it won't happen again," he said, the words so sure, so definite that it made you furrow your brows.
"i'm sure," you agreed, determining to say nothing more on the matter.
another silence passed over you as jace considered his words, looking down on you with a soft smile and a certain resolve.
"i'm studying with you next semester."
"what?" you asked quickly, pulling away to look at him with a wide smile. "you are? you're coming to italy?"
"well, now that the football season is over i can. i spoke with admissions and they agreed it'd be a good experience. i start next term with you," he said, smiling at you so sweetly. "and well, i couldn't leave you with the likes of liam for another semester. i don't think i could handle that."
"thank you," you sighed, tucking into his side with a neverending smile. "i love you."
"i love you too."
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When the Light Shines Down
Modern Jacaerys Targaryen x fem!reader
(small snippet? football = soccer fo us american out there)
summary — With a recently broken heart, Jace has convinced himself that loving again is a death sentence. Then his mother hires a new babysitter for his little brothers and, bit by but, the light begins to shine for them.
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Jacaerys felt like the world sat on his shoulders—both literally and figuratively—as he jammed his key into the lock of his home and made his way inside. His football bag was heavy as he dumped it in the parlor and kicked off his shoes. His mind was a mess as he shuffled into the house with aching muscles and a possibly bruised rib. He tried to wipe the caked-on grime from his hair as he replayed all the ways today went wrong.
He had tried to keep things from blowing up in his face today by keeping his head down and shutting up. He hardly spoke to anyone—completely abnormal, he was a chatterbox on the best of days—and worked to keep his distance from Sara and her band of hooligans. He had just wanted one day where his breakup hadn’t been brought up. One fucking day, but she had searched him out while he was walking to practice and gotten to him like she always did.
He had a weakness for women who had shitty circumstances. She was his best friend's sister, a child of an affair, and he had found himself in a I can fix her mindset before the month was over. He spent almost two years gripping onto a relationship that was built on foundations of sand. She was jealous, controlling, and so good at crying when she wanted people to feel bad for her. He hated that it took him so long to realize their relationship was unhealthy. He hated that he had fallen in love with her before he realized.
Now he was stuck with the aftermath. An ex who was now desperate to get back together with him, bombarding him when he really didn’t need to be thinking about her words. He was upset with himself for thinking so intently about Sara and her desperation to get back together that he had screwed up in practice. His mind had been so consumed with the way she had gripped onto his shirt and kissed him like the world was ending, and the way he had let her, that he had missed a pass and tripped into the stands. Effectively fucking his ribs up. What sort of captain does that?
Gods, he had groaned, why does this have to be so hard?
Cregan had answered in his brusque bass voice with, Because you fell in love and now she misses someone loving her.
Now he was facing the consequences of thinking too hard during practice with the dull pain in his lung everytime he breathed. He turned as a door in the house opened somewhere, the giggling of his little brother catching his ears as he ran around. “Hey!” came a woman’s laugh, and his brow furrowed, it didn’t sound like his mom. “Come back here silly! You forgot your shirt!”
He made his way into the living room to see Joffrey jumping on the couch in his sleep pants, a wicked grin on his chubby cheeks. “You can’t catch me!” He laughs, bouncing from cushion to cushion. His curls were wet and messy and they dropped water on the cushions—he assumed the other two were asleep based on the fact they weren’t chasing Joff around—as he bounced with each giggle. “You can’t catch me miss!”
“You wanna bet, pipsqueak?” The voice was gentle, yet full of happiness and laughter, mirth covered by the boy's giggles. He couldn’t get a glimpse of you before you jump across the living room and almost tackle the little boy into the couch. Joff nearly screams as he laughs, and Jace watches as you begin to mercilessly tickle his brother. “What were you saying? I can't hear you!”
It was a struggle getting the boy into his fire themed sleep shirt but somehow, he watches as you manage to wrangle the most unruly of his brothers. Giggles and laughter chasing you the entire way as you finally lift him off the couch— seemingly much stronger than you look—and spin him in a circle. Eventually setting the boy down from your whirlwind.
Once Joff regains his balance he finally catches sight of his eldest brother. “Jay!” he yells, moving to dart into the older boy's arms. “I missed you!”
Jace hisses in pain for a moment as Joffrey rams his head straight into the rib he had busted. He slaps a smile onto his face instead and bends down to his brother's height. “Hey Joff, having fun?” There was just a small strain of pain in his voice; his brother was too excited to pick up on it.
“Mhm! We played dragons and had a yummy loaded potato soup for dinner, she had us play a cleaning game and gave us yummy food when we did good, and then she let me help her read Aegon and Viserys to sleep!” He grins, pointing over to you with a happy smile on his face. “She’s the coolest babysitter ever!”
With a grin he messed with Joffrey’s hair before looking up at you. He had expected someone… less? Someone who didn’t have pretty eyes and a gentle smile, hair perfectly framing your pretty face while it was disheveled and messy from hours of playing. Somehow, you wore an average shirt and busted up pants so well that he forgot they probably cost less than his shoes. There was no arrogant set to your face that most people around him seemed to have. Just eyes that gave way to a thousand stars and lips pressed with rose petals.
“Hi… you must be Jace.” You speak softly, and even your voice is gentle as a lover's caress. His throat seemed to close and his mouth dried as he looked up at you. Fucking hell, he thinks. His mind flips at the way your words were lilted and breathy, the way you said his name.
Your name came to his mind easily— he had seen you in the halls on campus, but never so close. He regretted never approaching you when he had the chance, now he was seeing you for the first time. While his heart laid amongst the barren wasteland locked up in his chest. The battlefield of his previous attempt at love left scarred across the insides of his ribs, like a beast clawing its way out. Fuck my life, he groans in his mind. “Yeah,” he chokes in a whisper. “That’s me.”
Your answering smile was radiant, blinding him and his gloomy thoughts for a moment. He was like a meteorite caught in your orbit all too quickly. The lonely expanse of space is suddenly lost on him as you sweep him up with your eyes and warm him with your smile. “Captain of the football team.” You say, the fact rolling off your tongue easily. Your eyes trail down to his side, the exact spot he had hurt himself and Joffrey rammed his head into. It was licking flames of pain up his side. “Poli-sci major?”
His lips lift into a small smile. “Are you stalking me?”
You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms and shaking your head with a smile. “You wish, Targaryen. You’re just hard to miss.”
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maidragoste · 1 year ago
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Things I think Jacaerys Velaryon would do if he were your boyfriend
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This whole week I was thinking about Jacaerys so I ended up writing this
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•Let me tell you that if English is not your first language then Jacaerys LOVES it when you speak in your native language. He is always very curious about the difference between their languages, he asks you if some words have a different meaning in your country. I see him going to the supermarket with you and at some point he starts asking you what they call a certain product in your country.
•Jace would work hard to learn your native language. Most of the time his pronunciation is clumsy but every time you hear him speaking in your native language you feel like you fall in love with him ten thousand times more.
The word he knows how to say best is "I love you" because he never stops saying it to you.
•If you are vegetarian or vegan I can see Jace searching the internet for good places to go eat together. He loves trying new food with you.
Plus his house is always stocked with a couple of vegan products. One time he got mad at Luke because when you came to see him there were no more of your vegan cookies left because his brother ate them and didn't tell him.
•Sometimes when you feel like painting your nails but you're in lazy mode Jace ends up being the one to do it for you. The two of you talk nonsense while he carefully runs the polish over your nails.
•Every time he sees a tik tok from a series or a book that he knows you like, he sends it to you.
•Whenever you're too caught up in studying, Jace reminds you to hydrate and eat something. Most of the time he orders something from your favorite fast food place to give you a pamper after so many hours of studying.
•I see Jacaerys as someone very touchy. Every time you go out together he can't be without holding your hand or his hand around your waist or at least hugging you by the shoulders. He needs to have you close.
•After seeing your reaction to letting his hair long. Jacaerys stopped wearing it short. He loves seeing how nervous you get every time he catches you staring at him. He always teases you by making you pout and he loves kissing you.I only know that Jacaerys pretends to forget his clothes at your house but in reality, he does it on purpose because he loves to see you later wearing his clothes.
•My man has two playlists about you. One with all your favorite songs and another with the songs that make him think of you. In the latter there are these songs:
"You can hear it in the silence, silence, you
You can feel it on the way home, way home, you
You can see it with the lights out, lights out
You are in love, true love" — You Are in Love, Taylor Swift.
"Cause all of the small things that you do
Are what remind me why I fell for you
And when we're apart, and I'm missing you
I close my eyes and all I see is you
And the small things you do" — Those Eyes, New West.
"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots, babe
I just wanna be yours" — I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys.
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
(I can never look away)
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you— Daylight, Taylor Swift.
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crownedtargaryen · 2 years ago
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cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys
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Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): I’m going to preface this by saying this part is mostly filler to establish their dynamic and how the story will go for a while. this story i made while listening to cruel summer - taylor swift and i’m not sure how to feel about it. also, thank you @daenerysapologist for giving me the idea of hockey player Jace. I love it. rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter doesn’t have anything NSFW though. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @fairysluna
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It's been a long few years here at Iron High, learning to adapt to the new social norms that change almost every week, trying to remember who's on top and who isn't when it comes to popularity, and of course… Tutoring the Iron High hockey captain, Jacaerys Velaryon.
I look at him as he leans back in his chair and looks up at the ceiling. It's been weeks and I swear I've heard the same jokes a million times from him. And the most frustrating part is? He laughed at himself. He finds HIMSELF hilarious! If that doesn't scream self-centered jock, I'm not sure what does. He must think he's the funniest son of a bitch at this school. He has beautiful brown hair and curious brown eyes that remind me of beautifully crafted bark on trees.
"Hey, Stark! Are you listening? Did you get the joke?" I hear him say breaking my thoughts. I stare at him, narrowing my eyes. Maybe his eyes remind me of dog shit instead.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not here to listen to your jokes, I'm here to teach you High Velaryon. Now, can we focus? If you fail this class, you know the repercussions," I remind him. He's only tutoring with me because he needs at least a C to pass, and currently, he's failing. If he doesn't pass, no hockey for him. His whole social life and reputation down the drain faster than it started. He frowns for a moment before leaning forward, smiling that cheeky and flirtatious smile he always does. This is when he's about to say something extremely obnoxious or excruciatingly unnecessary to the conversation.
"What do you call an alligator detective?" He smirks, and I stare back. You know what? I'm not giving him this one.
"An investi-gator. You're not clever. Can we just work on the assignment now?" I groan, watching his eyes widen.
"What?! You can't steal my joke!" He sits back, being playfully offended. I raise a brow as he acts like a drama queen. I can't help but smile. A small laugh escapes me. As he looks into my eyes, his eyes widen. There's something in his gaze that I can't place, a shimmer in his eye that wasn't there previously. His staring before speaking makes me uncomfortable."You just laughed!" He seemed excited, placing his hands on the table and standing up, knocking his chair over. "Holy shit you laughed!" He seems like he's just won the lottery. I furrow my brows.
Denial is now my best friend. "No, I didn't," I say casually, continuing my work. He glares at me. I can feel it on my head. "I think you're going crazy, maybe we should call this tutoring session early." I look up at him, closing my book and putting my papers in my folder. He opens his mouth to speak, but I softly shush him and touch his lips. "Shh, it's alright. The stress is getting to you. You're imagining things. It's for the best. I know, I know. You'll miss me so much." I put my things in my bag, throw it over my shoulder, and push in my chair. I watched him pick up the chair that he'd knocked over. I turn to leave but hear him speak, in a tone I've never heard before. It seemed eager and desperate.
"Y/N, can I give you a ride home?" Jace suddenly asked. When I examined his features, he still looked awestruck and almost pleading. I sigh, hating that I'm giving into his pitiful look.
"Fine. But you have to listen during the next tutoring session. Deal?" I turn around and watch as his expression glows with pure excitement. I feel a smile grow on my face, which I cover with a cough. He quickly agrees and rushes over, offering me his hand. I look at him like he's stupid, moving my palm to his shoulder and pushing him forward to lead me to his car.
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I sit in the passenger side of his vehicle, a sense of regret washing over me as he starts his car and pulls out his phone. I expect some rap, some SoundCloud-level shit, and maybe even something he's made himself. What he puts on surprises me.
"Are you in a romantic mood?" I ask, raising a brow. He gives me a cheeky smile and turns up the song without another word. I can't help the grin that comes to my face as he proceeds to scream the words to a song that I'd never expected to come out of his mouth. "Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night, kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright," he says, looking over at me and grinning like an idiot. I laughed, grabbing my phone and recording him, seeing if he falters in shame. He doesn't, he stays strong. "Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life! ONE, TWO, ONE TWO THREE FOUR! I like shiny things but I'd marry you paper rings! Uhuh!" He looks at me as he grips the wheel, urging me to sing along. The only thing I can do is laugh as he gets stronger than ever. Jacaerys Velaryon is the last person I'd expect to see singing Paper Rings by Taylor Swift, but I can't say I'm upset. The entire way home he sings his heart out, the windows rolled down. The regret I'd felt previously has now disappeared as I enjoy my time with him. Maybe he isn't TOO bad.
As we ride up to my house, I feel myself growing disappointed that the time has come to an end, but I make sure not to show it. "Thanks for the ride, I appreciate it," I say softly, getting out of his car. He nods and then waves before honking his horn when I'm at my door. I turn around after my soul jumps out of my skin, glaring at him. He laughed but yells at me.
"Text me! We should go out somewhere!" He shouts, winking and driving off before I can protest.
Stupid Jace.
I then turn to my door, grinning from ear to ear, and walk inside.
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howyouloveyourdragon · 2 years ago
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Jessie (Jace)'s Girl Part iv
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pronouns: she/her warnings: alcohol influence, short element of self harm (digging in nails and purposely rubbing irritated skin) summary: it’s messy, Jacaerys feels like all his dreams have come true in just one night, unfortunately his uncles do not feel the same and mutually agree that something must be done about it dividers by: firefly-graphics wordcount: 4,300
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They won. Aemond thinks bitterly as he looks down at his phone, Aegon’s spite visible in the words that Aemond cares not to repeat. His head tosses back against his headboard while his stomach churns, bile spitting like fire up his oesophagus. Two songs dedicated to her, one winner. He should have known it wouldn’t be him, it’s never him. It’s his Strong nephew. Aemond clenches his jaw, fist so tight that deep red crescent shapes sink through his pale skin. It almost spills down his hand at the force his nails drill. Why isn’t it him? He’s the responsible one, the most orderly and respectable of his family. Jace wouldn’t know how to care for you like he could so why is he letting this happen? He sighs and closes his eye, the socket supposed to match it throbbing wildly more than usual. Maybe it was a good thing, lights always irritate it. Rough as a hound, he grasps the pathetic coverage and zaps it away. The material snaps his left mount of venus driving the clench of jaw begging at him to release even the slightest morsel of pain. But no. Aemond Targaryen does not feel pain. He is better than that, he will be better than that. Instead of groaning, he sighs in relief and rubs his tarnished flesh which only irritates it further. He rubs at it until the blinding sear is worse than his internal. He cackles quietly to himself, of course the drama of his uncle is hereditary. Shame floats over him and shields like a glass cage. Never him, he scorns himself. Never him. 
The door of his bedroom hits his wall loudly and a huff leaves his lips when a begrudgingly familiar body slams against him. He grimaces, his eyepatch falling down the side of his bed. Daeron grins innocently up at him though his eyes encode the opposite. Aemond narrows his own and weaves his brows into a firm scrunch. “What are you doing?” He asks, cold and warning. Daeron takes no notice, merely tugging at his hair like an ignored kitten. He shrugs. “Thought you could use some company and a kick up the arse.” “What?” Aemond sneers. Daeron rolls his eyes and pats his face oddly.  “You are as bad as Aegon.” He groans. “I can’t keep telling you guys what everyone else sees, I knew Aegon was a dumbass but really? You? Aemond you’re a law student.” Aemond scrunches his face.  “What are you talking about?” He snaps.  “You know who.” At the inference, Aemond clenches his jaw and tightens his lips.  “What has that to do with anything, brother?” Again Daeron groans but this time also wriggles to the side. “Our nephew’s girlfriend.” Aemond scoffs at the topic and climbs off the bed with a sense of irritating grace. “She is not his girlfriend yet.” He freezes and glances over his shoulder. “Is she?” A flicker of doubt cracks the formidable stone around him, thinning it into nothing more than an eggshell. Daeron sighs deeply and crosses his legs.  “No.” He answers as though telling a child Christmas came early. Aemond nods, licking cracked lips and trying to contain his giddy relief. He spins on his heels then hesitates. His eyes flicker across the room, legs shifting and hands wringing. Daeron snorts.  “I don’t think she’s even said it back yet.” Aemond visibly relaxes.  “So she’s…” “Single?” Daeron raises his brows then slows his speech–again speaking as though to a child, seemingly a habit of his. “Yah.” The enrapture of silence follows for five tortuous minutes. “Do you think–?”  “Uh huh.” Daeron hoots away as Aemond makes a stride toward the door, tossing a water bottle at him as prompting. It’s seconds later that he regrets this choice and is being rugby tackled to the floor.
To say that Jacaerys Velaryon is ecstatic as you mutually walk out of the venue would be an understatement to say the least, tossing his floppy hair out of his face and grinning like a madman. “I’m just saying that if a tornado came flying at me I wouldn’t be asking about some petrified lizard.” The bell of your laughter rings in mellifluous delight. He can’t get enough of your laugh as he drinks in every hint of amusement from you. Gods you’re so cute when you wrinkle your brows like that. “It’s sweet though!” He scoffs at you, a grin twinkling his teeth. “Sweet is what I would call a bird or Vermax, I wouldn’t call that horrific thing ‘sweet’.” You roll your eyes and elbow him sharply. He blinks the foggy haze out of his eyes in time to see your beaming grin. You roll your eyes and nudge his side. You tut as he tries to shake himself out of his stupor. “Don’t look at me like that.” He teases while sliding an arm around your waist. A sense of excitement bubbles up his throat, a smile warms to his lips. “Like what?” You retort with a lilt. Oh how he wants to capture that sound. “Like you don’t know what you do to me.” 
A giddy grin tilts on your face which sends him to scoop you up and spin you dramatically. “Oi!” You laugh until he settles you back down. His sweet brown eyes stare down into yours, two gentle, familiar fingers tucking the back of your neck so he can angle it toward him. He rests your foreheads together, breath intermingling with yours. “Do you want me to show you?” He lets his tongue dip to glisten his lips while a mischievousness twinkles your pupils. “That depends,” You tilt your head and let your sight wander over his face. “You gonna write me another song?” He smirks and the hand that keeps your head moving in tandem with his, wraps your hair through those long lithe digits. “I’ll write you every song in the world.” Jace breathes into your mouth and lets your plush lips delve through the cracks of his. Jace descends onto you like the world’s hungriest soul, passionately smacking his wet kiss to you in feverish delight. It’s instantaneous that your hands find purchase in the already ruffled brown curls that crown his head. They nestle against your fingers and kiss up your palm while their holder slips a quick swipe along your lower lip. 
Neither of you like the feeling of cold air wedging between you when you part but it’s necessary if you ever want to dive in again. His embrace doesn’t falter, free hand now clutching your side. He smirks unabashedly. “Someone’s eager.” Jace quips. A sigh tumbles like a thread from your mouth, half-hearted. “Aw come on,” He rubs his nose in swift strokes against yours. “You’re telling me you don’t wanna do that again as much as I do?” He leans a little closer, hopefully to resume but a short giggle stops him. 
“Sorry, we have a party to get to.” You state pointedly and pat his cheek before surging past in playfully quick steps. He sighs and watches you jog to Baela’s side, murmuring something to her to issue a loud laugh of her own and a sling of her arm around your shoulder. He’s almost jealous of her. Cregan slams a rough hand on his back as it always is and Jace almost jumps at the contact. Jace lolls his head to look at his best friend and sends a pointed look. Cregan raises his palms in surrender. “I asked you to stop doing that.” Jace groans but he’s still smiling. The northerner scoffs. “You love it.” He teases, eyes shining. Jace raises his brows. “And what if I thought you were…were some attacker!” He spurts, glee running over his tongue. “What if you came up to me and I just oof,” He mimes elbowing his friend in the nose only to wince and groan as Cregan’s laughter bellows, snatching the limb in his hand and twisting it behind his back. “Then we haven’t got anything to worry about, have we?” He teases. A thick amused silence passes them and Cregan drops Jace’s arms. Their feet shuffle in tandem as Jace settles his gaze back on you. 
“Have you asked her yet?” Cregan asks, running his fingers through the curls of his hair, much thicker than Jace’s own which the drummer can’t help but envy. Jace shrugs. “Not yet.” He flushes bashfully and looks down. Cregan quirks a brow and rakes a hand through his friend’s hair and tugs to raise his sights on your form again. The younger’s expression instantly softens. “I will, I will!” Jace exclaims with a childish edge and all too charismatic smile. Cregan scoffs. “You’ve been saying that for the past three months.” Jace’s hands bury in his pockets and he shrugs again. “Yeah but I just feel weird, you know?” Cregan frowns at him. Jace sighs. “She hasn’t said it back.” He mutters. Cregan points a finger at him. “Yet.” He corrects. Jace rolls his eyes. 
“Yet.” A plush pink lip wedges between the Targaryen’s shiny teeth. “I just thought she would have, you know? And it’s fine if she doesn't love me yet I just don’t want to lose her or I don’t know. I know I’m all or nothing but this time I just want her. I don’t care how.” Cregan’s sharp eyes look soft as they scan Jace’s bashful face. “You really like this girl, don’t you?” He asks softly. Jace nods. “Then let’s get you to this party.” He smirks, slapping a hand on his shoulder again and rearing him forward. Before they can get too far though, you and Baela are giggling to each other and your beaming smiles turn on them. They both lose their breath for a moment. “We’re going to pick up Helaena first.” You direct and before either can protest you narrow your eyes and twitch your nose. “No funny business, she’s our friend.” Both boys roll their eyes. “She’s also a green.” They state but Baela tuts at them. “Shameful.” She declares to you and spins around, playfully skipping ahead. “Shameful!” She yells the word this time. You chuckle as her hand tugs yours along. 
“I’m telling you the man is obsessed.” Baela giggles, whispering in your ear. You roll your eyes. “He’s my best friend.” You argue. “So?” Baela bounces her head in front of yours gently. Another burst of childish giggling bubbles through you both. If you hadn’t known better you would’ve thought you were both drunk. Your arm wraps around Baela’s waist while her arm hangs off your shoulder. Her fingertips twitch up slightly to play with some of the strands of your hair. “So, I think he’d sooner gut himself like a fish.” You snicker. “He probably thinks I’m some little sister.” You sigh somewhat wistfully and Baela gives you a look. You roll your eyes. “I still like Jace.” You assure, grinning mischievously. “Good because I don’t want my new step-sister in law getting swept off her feet by someone else before the nuptials are complete. A week left by the way, get your wedding dress.” You choke on your breath while she cackles at you. “I’m kidding.” She remedies then purses her lips with a shrug. “For now at least.” Your fingers are quick to pinch her side. She yelps and turns on you with mock offence. “How dare you.” “Your fault.” You sing, biting back the chuckle attempting to escape the gap between your teeth. She shakes her head slowly with a cheshire smirk. “Oh, you’re gonna get it!” She squeals and her fingers are quick to tickle you. 
You jump into the passenger side of the car before she can attack you. She huffs and slides into the opposite side, feigning sturdiness before pinching your own side. You share a glance with one another and shake your heads. A sigh drains from between both your lips but the smiles remain. You actively ignore when Cregan knocks on the window. “It can wait!” You yell out and Baela sticks her tongue out at them both. Baela revs the engine when Cregan and Jace finally bid their goodbyes and leave you be. “Where’d she go?” You ask, letting your eyes roam the street. “Aegon wanted her.” Baela winks and chuckles at the wrinkle of your nose. “You couldn’t have worded that any other way?” “What?”  “Or just not have winked you freak.” She scoffs at your retort and continues driving down the road. Her sights rake over the various parks or establishments Helaena may have been dragged to.
Aegon sighs as he lays awkwardly across the swingset, his head dangling backward and legs bent to the floor. The middle of his spine settles on the seat. He jumps however when a familiar voice sounds. “I thought I’d find you here.” Helaena’s soft words utter as she draws closer. He sighs, not entirely all that surprised. He hates that she always manages to find him. “I wish you didn’t.” He snapped coldly. She doesn’t flinch, all too familiar with an angry Aegon. “You need to apologise.” She says and seats herself on the floor beside his swing. His eyes water, burning red already. “No.” He spits. Helaena sighs and rolls her eyes. “It’s not like she knows anyway.” He grumbles and throws his hands up for a second. His eyes widen in realisation as he plummets to the ground, wincing. He should have thought that through. Helaena snickers but he doesn’t comment. The only good thing Aegon has ever thought he was good at was laughing at himself…well that and loving Y/n. “I don’t regret it.” He states softly–too soft. hIs sister nods. “I know.” She whispers. He bites his lip and sniffles.
“Why does loving people hurt?” He asks, finally looking at her with his big doe eyes. “I don’t like it.” Helaena smiles sadly and reaches out to squeeze his hand. “I know.” She sighs. “But I don’t think loving is for us. I think it’s for them.” He almost questions the wistful glance in her eyes but bites back the remark when her brows harden. Sometimes he really hates this sibling telepathy schtick. Aegon grumbles to himself and looks up at the sky. “Sometimes,” He licks his lips. “I look at the stars and I feel nothing.” Helaena’s brows thread together. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” He pauses to sigh again. “I look at them, at their sparkling and glimmer and all I can think is they’re a few boring rocks.” Helaena shuffles and sends a hard look. “Aegon–” “But she loves them.” He breathes the words as though they were a revelation themselves, not something he had known for years. “She thinks they’re as beautiful as I think she is and all I can say is that she’s right. Gods I don’t think she could ever be wrong.” Silence wraps them in a warm blanket against the frozen air that encompasses them. “I think you should tell her.” Helaena murmurs. He looks at her like she’s grown an entirely new organism. “What?” He scoffs. “No.” “Yes.” She groans. “She cares for you and if you don’t tell her now, she may never know.” “She doesn’t want me.” He continues to argue. “She wants someone like Aemond, smart and snarky or Jace, stupid and gentle. Not me, if she ever came to you and told you about some guy like me and I wasn’t your brother you would tell him to get lost.”“Yes but–” “Exactly.” “But,” She emphasises. “You are my brother and I know you.” She squeezes his hand. “I know that you would sooner cast yourself off a cliff than hurt her.”
They are interrupted by a sudden holler, turning to see Baela running over with her arms outstretched. Helaena sighs and Aegon cackles. “Your groupies are waiting.” He tells her and makes a shooing gesture. Reluctantly Helaena stands and approaches the girl who immediately tackles her in a bear hug so strong it nearly sends them both to the floor. “We missed you!” Baela sings. “Yeah yeah,” Helaena tries to hide her grin. Eventually Baela is scraped off of her by an all too familiar presence. You smile and wave and suddenly he can’t think of anything but that smile. He returns his own instantly and all too rehearsed, waving back weakly. “Bye Aeg! You did great today, love you!” You call as you collect your friends off the floor and drag them back to the car. A metal crank turns the bile in his stomach to rush up his throat. 
You sigh as you clamber into the backseat so Helaena can sit next to Baela. The key turns and Baela whistles to herself. Helaena grimaces but doesn’t say anything so you take it upon yourself to poke Baela’s neck. She reels and yelps but the sound of Helaena’s sweet giggles makes it all worth it. When Baela seems to grasp the situation she forms an ‘oh’ and has the decency to appear bashful. “Sorry, Hela.” She murmurs awkwardly as she settles her palms on the wheel and pulls the car back. “Forget sometimes.” Helaena waves it off but you can tell the words bring a glimmer to her eye. “It’s fine.”  She smiles and rolls her fingers across the aux cord. “Can I pick?” She asks and you both nod in response. Helaena still isn’t the most talkative around you both but she’s tranquil and against your own casual demeanour and Baela’s passionate sparks your little trio works. The journey to Alyn and Addam’s place is short but filled with unusual chatter and laughter. Baela sighs deeply and interlocks her fingers with a smiling Helaena. “It’s times like these that I remember why I had a crush on you last summer.” She murmurs with a twinkle in her iris. Helaena coughs abruptly as Baela snickers and lets go. A gentle pink heat surfaces up Helaena’s face and ear but her friend takes no notice. You share an amused glance with her and stumble out of the car. 
Walking through the bustling crowd is both exciting and overwhelming. Your eyes widen considerably as they flicker over the sea of people, hoping to see a familiar face. You jump when two warm palms lift you by the waist. You yep at the suddenness while your friends attempt to scold Jojen who merely rolls his eyes and huffs. “You’re no fun.” He tuts. “Or they don’t have a death wish.” Bran Stark quips, his palms rolling himself toward her with a knowing smirk. “Y/n.” Jojen says, beaming like a puppy. You look at him expectantly. “Jace is looking for you.” You nod and glance with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “Where is he?” You ask to which he points at nothing. He frowns. “Oh.” Again you jump but this time because of a cold hand newly holding yours. You look up into blue eyes, not brown. “Dance with me.” Aegon blurts but before you can answer his rushed words and infiltrating gaze, Jace is equally eager to take you by your other hand. He slims his lips as he stares equally fierce at you. “Actually Y/n came with me tonight so I think that’s my job.” He states quickly. Baela snorts and folds her arms. “Both of you do it.” She prompts with a teasing expression. “Yeah,” You agree. “Why not.” Your smile is tight but you don’t want to separate another argument between your lover and best friend. Before either can continue, you’re tugging them into the living room and between the smothering close bodies. You don’t think you’ve ever seen either of them more uncomfortable with Aegon’s stiff pg motions and Jace’s heated stare. What has gotten into them? Your soft palms lift to twist the two men around in little twirls which Jace smirks at and Aegon attempts to stop. Jace unravels his hand from yours and settles it on your hip, his other matching your left side. He leans to your ear, using his nose to brush back your hair. “I need to talk to you.” His murmurs, hot breath eliciting shivers up your spine. Your eyes lose inhibition and you nod sharply, following him as he tugs you upstairs.
The muffled music sounds from downstairs as you sit on the soft bed. Jace surprisingly doesn’t shut the door which triggers both relief and disappointment in your next exhale. His hands cup your face and he kisses you with a new fervour, one that sends his tongue battling yours. His teeth knock against yours every so often, his fingers wrapping in your hair. He grunts into your mouth, a shiver coursing his veins. “You know what you do to me.” He groans into your mouth. He kisses you deeper. “You have to by now.” One hand released to cup your neck. “I love you, I love you,” He kisses wet trails down your neck, earning a gasp which he positively beams at. His soft gentle oak eyes look up at you. “I lo–” Your almost-boyfriend is suddenly interrupted by a stumbling blonde, skipping toward you both. You gasp and grasp the older boy’s hands, Jace almost forgotten. “Aeg? Aeg, are you alright?” You ask. This wasn’t the first time he’s lost all care for himself in public. He grumbles and slumps on the floor. Your alarmed eyes meet Jace’s. “I need you to get some water, can you do that?” He nods hesitantly and rises to leave, casting an anxious glance your way. You sigh and sit beside him. “Are you alright?” You ask again and he nods weakly, head lolling onto your shoulder. “You’re disappointed in me again aren’t you?” He asks, voice both vulnerable and slurring. Your brows pinch. “I’m never disappointed in you, Aeg.” He whines in response, baby blue eyes look up at you as his lip wobbles. “But you don’t call me Aeggy anymore. Why won’t you call me Aeggy?” Your lips part in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d noticed.” You whisper, fingers combing his slick hair. You frown. “Why do you put this stuff in it? It’s gross.” He barks a laugh and smiles, eyes softening every moment. 
“I love you.” He murmurs, your best friend’s eyes flickering to your lips. All of your bones tense as quickly as water can fall. “What?” You cough out. “I love you.” Aegon leans a little closer. “No you don’t.” You argue quietly. You shake your head slowly. “No, you don’t.” His serene expression breaks, hurt fleeting as infatuation replaces it. “I do.” “No, you don’t.” You snap. “Because if you did then you would have told me before. You don’t love me. Not after I’ve spent twelve of fourteen years in love with you. No, Aeg,” Your voice rises and quickens like as if you were fighting against quicksand. “No, you don’t.” You notice the irritation in his eyes. “Would you please just listen to me for once.” Then he seems to catch onto your final words and his eyes bulge. “Wait, what? No, no, no, no, stop. Wait, that’s not.” His head pounds painfully and he winces. “Wait, just wait.” You don’t have a chance as Jace bustles inside and latches two hot fists to scrunch up the fabric of his uncle’s shirt. Aegon growls low and grasps him by the hair. “Fuck you!” Jace yells as they tussle. You stand up sharply. “Stop it!” You scream at them both but they don’t hear you.
You take it upon yourself to grapple both of their ears between your fingers. “Never have I had to shout at either of you like this!” Their eyes both drop to the floor and they release the other. You release a heavy breath and swallow. You regain composure and soften your voice. “Both of you are going to go downstairs. Jace, have you drank?” He shakes his head. “Then you’re taking Aegon home.” He opens his mouth to protest but your glare quickly silences him. You sigh in relief and leave, slamming the door shut behind you. You rush down the stairs in time to see Rhaena and Helaena singing Cyndi Lauper on the karaoke machine. You shake your head, approaching Baela with wet eyes. She knits her brows and cups your cheeks. “Are you okay?” She asks. You shake your head, a sniffle tickling your nose. When she spots the frustration in your eyes she nods and gestures to Helaena. Your lip wobbles. “When did Rhaena get here?” You ask, smiling softly when you feel Helaena wrap you in a thick knit poncho. “Don’t know, she came with Luke and Daeron apparently.” Helaena tells you. You nod and laugh at Baela’s unimpressed grumbling.
When Jace arrives at the Targaryen estate he all but shoves his uncle to the door, knocking harshly. Aemond winces at the obnoxious sound and clambers out of his bed, rubbing tired eyes. He takes slow steps however, he’s not about to let some shithead control how quickly he answers just because they’re impatient. He’s grateful that his mother  has gone abroad for the week. Aemond sighs at the image that greets him. Jace instantly turns his back on them, he doesn’t want to piss Y/n off more than he already has. Aegon grumbles and doesn’t take kindly to when Aemond tugs him up. “We need to do something about that kid.” He grimaces and meets his brother’s eye. “He’s an arsehole.” The jibe isn’t anything unsaid before but the taller of the two takes note of Aegon’s aggression. He scans his brother who settles sharp eyes on him. An unspoken alliance issues in the thick night air.
Sometimes he really loves this sibling telepathy business. 
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jacevelaryonswife · 2 years ago
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In a Restaurant, in West End Town
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There were a lot of questions swirling around in your head when your eyes opened, however, the main one — which all intertwined — was: what the hell happened last night?
∴pairing: (modern) Aegon, Aemond, Jacaerys and Lucerys x Fem!Reader
∴warnings and a note: irresponsibility on the part of our dear characters, sorry. By the way, thanks for the 1k!
A searing heat suffocated your body to the point of making your rest impossible. Few times in your life have you had a headache as bad as that one, so bad that it made you want to get hit and pass out — or just be able to go back to sleep again — but apparently there was no favorable condition for that to happen. Soon, your mind began to bombard your peace with questions, where were you anyway? Why was it so hot? Why were there two hands stretched out behind your back in opposite directions?
And most importantly, why were you the stuffing in Aegon and Jace's sandwich?
“What the fuck…”
Dropping to your knees without too much care, your eyes darted around the cheap motel room, taking in Aemond in the next bed sleeping face down in all his splendor. And that's where your memory betrayed you, because you didn't remember how you got there. In fact, you didn't remember shit, just flashes of last night.
"It's so good to be with you guys again," you said, cuddled sideways with Jace.
“Tonight has to be legendary!” Aegon exclaimed.
Sudden change of scenery to a car interior, and given that Aegon was driving the vehicle you assumed it was the outrageously expensive and tacky golden Ferrari called the Sunfyre.
“Why would we have a drinking contest at 7 P.M?” Jace asked with a frown.
“Because it's the only thing he can win,” Aemond replied prickly, in an incredibly calm tone.
“I don't miss so much how pretentious you’re, although that's not wrong,” you said.
“Fuck you all old bitches,” he complained.
"Anyway, let's think of something else to amuse ourselves with," suggested Jace.
“I don't need a lot of things when I'm with you guys,” you said, eliciting emotional sounds from the older Tagaryen and Velaryon, while Aemond let a shy smile escape.
Another change of scenery, this time in the penthouse of the luxury apartment they rented for the weekend in Long Beach. Although you didn't want to cost your friends so much, you can't say you didn't like the refined choice far from your reality, like promotional photos from a magazine.
“I could get used to this view,” your voice was sly as you confided to Aemond, admiring the night beach beside him.
“Me too,” he said.
“Wasn't that too expensive?” You asked worriedly, making him almost roll his eyes in amusement.
"A little, but that's beside the point."
"Cause the mama's boy always gets everything," quipped Aegon.
"What are you talking about? You ’re such a mama ’s boy too,” Jace objected when he joined you.
"The only-" Before Aemond could deliver lethal strokes of his sharp tongue against one of his kinsmen, you interjected with the only truth in existence about the three incredibly rich boys:
"Please, all of you’remama's boys, don't pretend to be condescending."
Another flash followed to a blurred backdrop, with blond figures in front of you and dark, curly locks below your hands. What caused such a blurred memory? Another flash of bright neon lights in red, yellow, and green, followed by more flashing lights and a blast of loud music. Everything went dark after that, no other memories. It wasn't possible... could it be...
It would be idiotic to agree to a contest aimed at heavy drinking when you used to drink a lot yourself. What the fuck did you three agree to any of Aegon's ideas? It was too much to digest, and it wasn't even halfway through, and then when your eyes fell on the watch Jacaerys wore and saw the alarming time, you began to shake both Targaryen and Velaryon from behind, calm at first and impatiently after seeing that neither of them answered.
"What it was?" The older one grumbled, followed by a sulky-pouting Jace glaring at you.
"It's late, we have to get out of here."
“The night it's a child, baby,” he replied sleepily, deep voice.
“It’s 4:15 P.M!” you exclaimed.
“WHAT? What the fuck happened?” asked Jace — one of the almost rare instances he used a curse word.
"I don't know, I don't remember anything."
"Me neither."
Turning to the opposite side, the blonde ignored the active dialogue and made little effort to open his eyes, going back to sleep. Getting out of bed, you walked over to Aemond and touched him carefully, being greeted by a grumpy “mm”.
“Why are you always so handsome when you sleep?” Your questioning rang out in an indignant tone, causing a stunned sound from him. “Wake up, Rapunzel, it's almost 4 o'clock."
"Morning?" He asked in a groggy voice, still on his stomach.
"No."
“What the fuck…”
“It has become a common question, apparently.”
"What do you mean?"
“Do you remember what happened?”
"… not a lot."
"Where are we?"
“…”
Your eyes rolled. Since none of the three stooges could collaborate in any way, and to escape the unbearable heat, you decided to leave the room and look for information, being lucky to find a chambermaid as soon as she pointed in the hallway, you quickly stopped her with the best politeness you possessed .
“Excuse me, good afternoon, can you tell me where we are? Regarding the neighborhood.”
Her features weren't the most pleasant, relying on unimpressed eyes, a pinched nose and gaping boredom as she glared at you.
“San Clemente.”
Your first reaction was surprise, followed by an almost snort at her less than sympathetic response.
“San Clemente?” There was a very present disbelief in your tone, almost unpleasant to hear.
“As you heard. Excuse me."
She didn't have time for another question, after all, how would she know how you got to San Clemente? But the main thing was: WHY WERE YOU IN SAN CLEMENTE? It’s like an hour from Long Beach. What the fuck is happening? Walking down the hall, you went to reception to look up information — gods, you reeked — and found a stiff, middle-aged man looking over some numbers in an old notebook. Your suspicions that the establishment wasn't luxurious were confirmed and you hated how you missed the rare privilege.
“Excuse me, good afternoon, I… yeah… I think I checked in yesterday with some friends-
“At dawn.”
“Oh…” you blurted out, “so… how much was the bill? Yeah… do you know if we arrived by uber or by car?”
“Uber. But if you killed someone along the way and the police came here, then it was a car,” he said seriously, yet calmly. A warning.
"What?"
“Your stupid blond friend's Ferrari is back there, we didn't leave it out front so nobody could steal it. He made that clear when he offered an extra amount.” Okay, that was a lot. “But that must be little for you rich people.”
“I'm not rich,” was all you said as you tried to reason, “and what other room are you talking about?”
“The one next to yours.”
"Left or right?"
"Left."
Seven hells.
“Do you know… how many were we last night?
"Five."
"… ok."
Your head was pounding too hard from the aggressive hangover to stay there, thanking him out of habit as he nearly ran back down the hall to get to the three stooges, even though your curiosity was nearly making you knock on the next door. Unlike when he had left, they were all visibly awake, with Aemond trying to connect to his cell phone's Wi-Fi or Internet package.
"Where did you go?"
“Searching for information, apparently we are in San Clemente.”
“What?” An exasperated chorus rang through the room.
“And apparently we rented the room next door too,” you added.
"For who?" Aemond asked
“I was hoping one of you could say.”
“Why didn't you knock on the door?” Aegon inquired this time.
“I don't know, maybe because I didn't want to wake up Norman Bates or whoever was next to me,” you justified.
"Don't be dramatic, it's not that bad," he countered, to be contradicted by a grumpier-than-usual Aemond:
"You've stayed in worse places, it's not big news."
"I can't believe you rubbed coke in my nose!" Jace complained to the older Targaryen, shifting focus while still on topic.
“What? I didn’t do that!" The blonde exclaimed.
“Of course you did, I remember!”
“If I don't remember, I didn't do it.”
“It wouldn't surprise me if it were true,” commented Aemond.
“Could you stop? Just for a fucking moment?” Aegon asked with a wrinkled nose.
“Funny is-“
“Oh hells would someone go with me in the next room to know who came with us? I just want out of here,” you said angry.
“Oh common it’s not like Hannibal Lecter is in the fucking room.” Aegon rolled his eyes, throwing himself onto the bed.
“Okay, fuck you.”
Storming out of the room, you mirrored the angry slamming of your door in the next room, not pausing until you heard a familiar voice sound from the other side. Okay, one more surprise for the day. You could promise yourself that you wouldn't put a drop of alcohol in your mouth again — not that it was difficult.
“Luke? What are you doing here?"
"It's a long story."
“Seven heavens,” you said before entering his room. “No idea why I drank so much last night.”
He frowned, confused, before answering:
"You didn't seem drunk yesterday, high maybe, most likely."
It was your turn to narrow your brows.
"What? I don’t use drugs."
“It seemed so. In fact, only Aegon and Aemond were reeking of alcohol when they got home.”
“Home? Did we go to your house?”
“Yeah, and you're lucky Mom and Daemon weren't home when you guys got there,” Luke said.
"I can't fucking believe we drove drunk or high or whatever, by Mother, we could have killed or killed someone!"
“Actually you took an uber.”
“And why is Sunfyre parked back there? Oh great I can't believe I called a car by a name..."
He was silent for a while, stiffening a bit before explaining: "Uh... well, Aegon asked to... take... take you to West Hollywood but it meant going to Long Beach and back, which I didn't do and I didn't-didn't want to. let you go without conscience.”
"Wait, so you drove an Aeg's car here?"
“Not only this far… and it's not like I had a choice, I tried to get you to stay but Aemond was sober enough to say he'd gouge out my eye if I touched him.”
It took considerable effort to ignore the headache and redo last night's script, all with a tired body and a broken memory. So… basically you four went from Long Beach to Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's house and then… no, there's still a long way to go.
“When you said not only this far, what did you mean? Where are we going and why are we stopping here?”
“Each of you wanted to go somewhere, so-“
Firm knocks outside followed by a call of your name ended up interrupting Lucerys from his explanation, it was Jace's voice, you recognized, moving to let you in. Apparently he had the same reaction he did to seeing his little brother with dark circles under his eyes (just like you all did).
“Luke? What are you doing here?"
“He's telling me exactly that,” you replied. "By the way, Aegon's car is in the parking lot."
“What?? He's going to freak out!”
"I know. What are they talking about in the bedroom?”
"Aegon saw a taco bell nearby, we were thinking of getting something to eat before heading back." Jace answered.
“Apparently it's the only good decision we've made in the last few hours,” you grumbled. “We can go, but we still need to know what happened last night. Go call that fuckers.”
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So tell me, what happened last night?
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brightlilith · 2 years ago
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Are there any Harry Collett fics?
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unpun1shable · 1 year ago
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you think in the modern au that rhaenyra and aemma would bond over their music tastes on long car rides between the vale and kings landing? rhaenyra getting aux and playing all the songs she thinks will impress her mother and ones that she knows she likes just to see her smile. aemma nodding along to the music she listened to far too many times in her own teens that she grew to hate it- but she meets rhaenyra’s enthusiasm anyways and listens to them all over again like it was the first time she ever heard it.
the same tradition being passed on between rhaenyra and luke (jace not-so-silently stewing because HE is the oldest and HE should be getting aux) on car rides to harrenhall.
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hisfavegirl · 2 days ago
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Jacaerys Velaryon Clavin Klein Campaign.
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Your eyes narrowed as you stared at the screen, heart pounding in your chest.
Jace had just posted his Calvin Klein campaign, and it was everywhere. Black-and-white shots, his toned abs, the way his jeans hung way too low on his hips—and worst of all, the damn smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
The comments were blowing up.
“OMG Jace is actually unreal.”
“This man has NO business looking this good.”
“I need a moment. Or ten.”
“I’m on my knees, literally.”
Your jaw clenched.
“Oh, so this is what we’re doing now?” you muttered under your breath, fuming.
Jace was in the kitchen, casually scrolling through his phone, completely unbothered.
You stormed in, phone in hand, and slammed it down on the counter.
“Really, Jace? Really?”
He looked up, blinking innocently. “What?”
You gestured aggressively at your phone. “This. This thirst trap you just posted for the entire world to drool over.”
Jace’s lips twitched like he was trying not to smirk. “Babe, it’s just a campaign—”
“Just a campaign?” you scoffed. “You’re half-naked, Jace! Everyone and their mother is in your comments talking about how they wanna climb you like a tree!”
Jace chuckled, leaning on the counter. “You jealous, baby?”
Your eyes flashed. “Oh, so now you’re enjoying this?”
Jace just grinned, all cocky and infuriating. “Kinda hot seeing you all worked up over me.”
You grabbed a dish towel and threw it at his face, but he was too quick, catching it midair.
“Fine. Two can play this game,” you huffed, unlocking your phone.
Jace’s eyes darkened immediately as he watched you open Instagram. “What are you doing?”
“Posting my own thirst trap.” You smirked, scrolling through your hottest pictures, about to make a statement.
Jace snatched the phone from your hands so fast you barely saw him move.
“Oh, hell no.”
You glared. “Oh, now you have a problem?”
Jace caged you against the counter, his arms on either side of you, his smirk gone.
“You don’t need to post anything, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low, possessive. “The only attention I need is yours.”
His hands slid to your waist, pulling you against him, his eyes locked on yours.
“But if you really need a reminder that you’re the only one I want…” His lips brushed your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“I can show you exactly who I belong to.”
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The internet lost its mind the moment the video dropped.
Within seconds, Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok were in complete chaos.
The Video:
You were straddling Jace’s lap, one hand wrapped around his throat, the other tangled in his hair. Your body rocked against him, and his hands gripped your waist, effortlessly guiding your movements. He had that damn smirk, his eyes dark and full of amusement.
Then, just as if to ruin everyone’s lives, you leaned in, lips brushing against his ear, whispering something only he could hear. Jace’s smirk widened, his fingers digging into your hips, and then he bit his lip, looking way too pleased with himself.
And just like that, the internet exploded.
Twitter Reactions:
“I just watched this video 46 times and I still can’t breathe.”
“THIS is revenge??? She just ended all of us.”
“Jace in the CK campaign had me weak, but THIS??? I am deceased. RIP me.”
“THE HAND AROUND HIS THROAT. THE WHISPERING. THE WAY HE’S SMIRKING. I CANNOT.”
“Y’all, I think we just witnessed softcore porn and I’m not complaining.”
Instagram Comments (Under Jace’s Post):
“Bro, did you even SURVIVE that??”
“You just made every couple on this planet feel boring.”
“Not him looking like he’d let her do absolutely ANYTHING to him.”
“I need to know what she whispered IMMEDIATELY.”
“Jace blink twice if you need help—oh wait, you’re into this.”
TikTok Chaos:
🔗 Edits flooded the app—slow-motion replays of your fingers gripping Jace’s throat, the way his eyes darkened, the way your body moved together, all set to the most sinful R&B songs.
📈 Trending Hashtags:
#JaceIsGone #PowerCoupleGoals #ThroatGrabber #SheOwnsHimNow
Meanwhile, Jace’s Reaction:
He reposted the video on his Instagram story with just one caption:
“Revenge never looked this good.” 😏🔥
And just like that, he won again.
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jacaerysgf · 10 months ago
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Distractions
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Summary: Despite how close the two of you are you're sick of waiting around for Jace no matter how much you like him, so you decide you’re going out on a date! but he doesn't like that.
r.q: childhood friends to lovers with modern frat boy Jace and he's like rlly popular and known to go from girl to girl. reader is like really smart and different from Jace so people get surprised when they find out you two are really close. Jace is always dragging you to parties and you’re always at his football games and he gets really protective over you. idek where im going with this 😭 but w smut too, your fics are acc amazing ty for your work 🙏
w.c: 2.5k
c.w: reader has hair (unspecified type, could be a wig wtv), Jace's anger issues, idk what locker rooms look like, cregan <3, fingering (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), not proofread (as always)
a.n: I CANT STOP WRITING FOR JACE every request of him i get becomes my priority, literally when i woke up and saw this i had to get to writing it immediately like there’s smth wrong w me, anyways hope you all enjoy <3, this ones probably not my best T_T
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Knocking on the door cuts through the music playing out of your speaker while your getting ready. “Come in.” you already know who it is. Your longtime best friend and housemate Jace who comes in with a smile on his face before it turns to shock as he looks you up and down, “woah.”
You finish clamping your necklace around your neck and look at him, “what do you want?” He leans against the door with his arms crossed with an amused look. you ignore how your heart flutters at him and turn away to adjust the dress you currently had on. “i just wanted to tell you im about to head out for the game, its a little odd to get all dressed up for a football game no?” The looks falls from his face as you drop your gaze from his in the mirror and fiddle around with your hair. he says your name breathlessly as he pushes away from the frame and takes a step into the room. You finally lift your head and meet his gaze in the mirror. “I'm not going to the game tonight Jace.”
He flinches as if you had thrown something at him and stutters for a moment his face covered in pure confusion as he brings one of his hands to his neck. “what do you mean you're not coming? you always come! if this is about me eating your leftovers then im sorry i thought you left it for me-” “i have a date.”
There it is. You didn't want to tell him. Hes always been, well a little protective of you, but you mostly blame it on your introverted personality while he's more of a people person. Youve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember but he's never been interested in you not the way you wanted him to be anyways, barely staying single or without a girl on his arm for a second you don't even know the girls names or maybe that's the point. He doesn't bring them around you but you know he's with them when he returns home super late with his hair all messed up. You fear he does it on purpose, he must know you like him and he doesn't bring them around you to make you upset.
You really didn’t want to tell him. You had thought maybe he would have just left for the pregame and just shot you a text and you could have faked some sickness or have pretended to go to sleep early. You walk over to your bed sit down grabbing your shoes to put them on. His silence is off putting. and you don’t dare raise your head to look at him.
“with who?” “This guy from lab, mark.” you finish lacing your shoes and stand up, finally looking at him and noticing the blank look on his face. “Jace-” “I don’t like this. i mean i don’t even know the guy how do we know he’s not some serial killer or something? Mark? Why don’t you just push it off for a couple days, come to the game and ill find out if he’d a good guy-” “I'm going whether you like it or not.” you cut him off. You couldn’t let him stop you from forgetting about him even if it was just for a bit. You grab your purse moving to push past him only for him to grab your arm. “Jace-” “You look beautiful.” The skin where he was holding you burns. You don't say anything as he lets you go and keeps his back turned to you. “text me?”
You try to ignore the pit that forms in your stomach at his sudden change of tone. you want to say something to him, you’re not used to seeing him like this. he would usually be pestering you about how you he asked you out or did you really like him but he was quiet. The sound of a horn outside brings you back to reality and you nod at his back as if he could see you and walk out. Putting on a fake smile as your handed a nice bouquet of flowers from mark, gulping to try and swallow the pit in your stomach.
“who the hell does this guy think he is?” His fist slams into the wall of lockers he's pacing in front of. All his gear is put on, his helmet is laying on the bench next to cregan who can only watch his best friend act like an idiot with an annoyed face. “Who the hell are you to care? Her boyfriend? No. So you have no say in it.” Jace bites his nails as he ignores the urge to hit the wall once more. “she’s my best friend.” “and? shouldn’t you be happy she’s on a date with this guy. i like mark he’s nice. what you like her or something?”
Jace ignores how is blood boils at the idea of you now sitting in your pretty dress smiling and giggling at some other guy that's not him. that doesn’t mean he likes you…. Jace attempts to come up with an excuse in his head about why he's so upset and why he's always been so upset over you going out with other guys, he usually just tells himself he's all worried about you and then he finds some girl to take you off his mind for the night…. that doesn't mean he likes you.
Cregan watches with a raised brow as Jace has an internal conflict with himself. He expected Jace to turn to him and admit it but all he does is grumble to himself and grab his helmet walking away from him. “I don't like her.” Cregan just shakes his head and picks up his own helmet following after him, “that fucking idiot.”
Mark is nice. Hes cute. He told you you could order anything you wanted off the menu since he was paying. He pays attention to you when you talk. Hes not Jace. You try your best to not think about him but you can’t help it. You wonder how the game is going, you’ve never missed one of his games. Maybe you pushed it too far and should have scheduled this date for a different day, but you know if you did Jace would have managed to convince you not to go and you would have fallen into the same cycle you always do. You nod your head and hum as mark tells you some story as you phone begins to buzz. You ignore it but it just keeps on buzzing to the point even mark looks concerned. “You can check it i don’t mind, ill use the restroom.”
You let out a hushed thank you as you check you phone to see what looked like a million texts from cregan.
‘hey i know the two of you are like fighting or wtv but you gotta see him asap.’
‘never seen him lose his mind like that’
‘got himself hurt’
‘nothing too bad but he’s bleeding’
‘know he thinks it cost us the game’
‘now he wont talk to any of us not even me’
‘think his head wasn’t in it’
‘know it’s not my place but he likes you so much’
‘losing his fucking mind over you not being here and being on some date’
‘please, for his sake at least try to talk to him, know you’re busy sorry to bother but I'm worried for him’
You stand out of your seat in shock as your heart begins to race. He was hurt? He likes you? Mark hadn’t come back yet so you open your purse and throw down some bills before running out of the restaurant. You sprint your way back to campus where the field was, thankfully living in a college town meant everything being super close by, you cant hear anything other than your own racing heart and the sounds of your feet as they slam on the floor.
You slam the hallway door open and cregan and some other guys look at you in shock. You stand there and take some steps towards cregan barely being able to catch your breath. Cregan stands up and looks at you shocked, “You ran here?” You just nod as you look at him expectantly, “where is he?” He uses his thumb to point behind him to the locker room doors, “Completely alone, everyone's already left.” You nod as the guys wish you good luck and leave.
You just stare at the doors for a moment, clarity finally hitting you as you realize how ridiculous it was you just left your date and ran all the way here. You couldn't just ignore cregans message. Pushing open the door its dead quiet other than the sound of running water. You walk slowly into the room the door closing behind you louder than you expected causing you to wince before you call out his name. He doesn't answer so you walk around the wall to where the showers were and you can see him outlined in the curtain and almost gasp but you cover your mouth to prevent anything from coming out.
“Jace?” His head finally snaps up due to your voice being so close and he looks in your direction, calling out your name softly in question. “I’m here.” “What are you doing here?” He turns off the shower and you turn your back incase he stepped out of the shower. You attempt to suppress the heat and want that fills your body as you imagine him naked before shaking your head, “Cregan texted, i was worried about you.” He just hums. You wish you could see his face but you hear the curtain open and the sound of him stepping out. “What about your date?”
You freeze as you clutch your purse tighter in your hands as you let out a deep breath. “What about it?” Hes suddenly standing so close to you you can feel his breath tickling your back and you gulp. “You’re here and not there, why?” One of his hands slides down your arm to grab your clenched hand as his forehead hits your shoulder, he's takes a deep breath as he awaits your answer. “Does it matter?” You don't want him to ask because you don't want to have to answer him. you don't want to have to admit to yourself you just wanted to be with him and nobody else.
“You wanna know why it matters? Because i was so fucking mad that you weren’t here i threw the fucking game and hit my head. because nobody makes me lose my mind like you do. Needed you here and you weren’t. You were out with some stupid fucking guy and i was so pissed.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder and you try to suppress the whimper that climbs its way up to your throat. “What are you saying Jace?”
His hands move to wrap around your waist and his head moves to your neck, You can feel his wet naked chest soaking the back of your dress and the heat of his breath on your neck “You know what, That i would go find a new girl to fuck because i couldn’t have you, that i think about you all the time because i like you so much, that it makes me sick when i think about you with a guy that's not me.” He begins to suck at your neck and you now do nothing to hold back the moan you let out as his grip moves to your hips pulling you back against him closer. “You mean it?” His hands slide down to the hem of your dress and he slides his hands under it and upwards pulling your dress up to poll around your hips, “of course i do baby, can i touch you?”
You let out a strained please and he pushes your underwear aside to run a finger down your slit letting out a groan, “fuck..” He quickly sticks two fingers into you and you fall back against him, withering under his touch as he moves at a rough pace, clearly very eager to please you and his other hand comes down from your hips to play with your clit. Your knees almost buckle from the amount of pleasure but he keeps you pressed tightly against him curling his fingers.
You swear he has magic powers because as you were right about to cum he pulls out of you and you whimper. He chuckles at your reaction and twists you around to face him, “want you to come around me.” He pulls you into a heated kiss as you two frantically pull off your dress, kicking it to some random corner of the locker room along with your underwear. “I don't have a condom.” You hear him swear and mumble to himself but you cup his cheeks to stop him, “I'm on the pill.” “It’s not the same-” “what are you not clean?” “of course i am-” “Then fuck me Jace.” He looks in your eyes for any signs of hesitation and when he doesn't find any he quickly pushes himself into you.
You feel like you can’t breathe, he pushes you against a nearby wall and feverishly pounds into you as his hands move to play with your tits. Hes talking but you can’t decipher what he’s saying so lost in your own pleasure. “fuck you feel so good fuck.” You tug on his hair and pull him to kiss you, your on the brink of release as the feeling of his thumbs rubbing on your nipples and the combination of the millions of emotions racing around you. You grip on his hair tightly and he groans, “You close?” You nod you head, “Wait for me.” You open your mouth to complain but his hips begin to move faster and his hands move to your hips to slam you closer to match his thrusts. “Want to come together.” His words are slurred as he’s approaching his release. Your hands scratch down his back as he groans in your ear, taking your ear and sucking on it.
“Come.” He breaths in your ear and you do, he hisses as he feels you pulse against him, your fluid completely covering him and he cant help but follow suit. He kisses you running his hands down your arms. As the two of you settle down he makes no move to pull out of you, seeming content within you.
“I'm gonna get a fucking earful from cregan.”
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a bicycle - jacaerys velaryon
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modern!jacaerys is low key a weakness of mine, i love him
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it was an average day for you, walking around uni with your headphones placed over your ears and your phone in your hand. you'd finally finished your last class for the day - history of old valyria - and you were so entirely ready to just get home, heat up some leftovers, and be done with the week. it was a friday, meaning you could finally rest for the weekend, well, once you finished homework. but, that was future you's problem - for tonight, you would chill.
you looked around carefully, checking both sides before you crossed the pathway to the other side of campus drive towards where the apartments were. you'd been lucky enough to secure one with your two best friends - alysanne and baela. it was only a short walk from campus, newly built, 2 bedrooms, 2 bath, and perfect for the lot of you.
"hey, watch out!"
you shrieked as you jerked to the side, nearly getting sideswiped by an oncoming bicycle. you hit the pavement roughly, landing flat on your butt as you watched the boy riding the bike finally come to a stop next to you, his eyes wide and his breathing ragged. he suddenly realized that you were on the floor and quickly dismounted the vehicle, tossing it onto the sidewalk and leaning to pull you up and oit of the way.
"are you alright?" he asked as he held your arms, brows raised nearly to his hairline. "i am so sorry, i wasn't paying attention and-"
"that much was evident," you told him, brows knitted in an unimpressed stare. "this the first time you rode a bike?"
his brows furrowed and he hesitated. "well, no-"
"do you not know how to stop?"
he let out an exasperated breath, a light laugh on his lips as he answered, "yes, i do, but-"
"hold on," you said, holding a hand up as you raised your brows at him. "so, you've ridden a bike and you know how to stop?"
he rolled his eyes. "yes."
"this is a freak accident then," you hummed, an amused smile pulling at you lips as he shifted his weight onto one foot, a hand combing through his hair. "i am so sorry that your bike betrayed you like that."
"yes, it's quite tragic. paid a lot for it and yet it refuses to listen to me," he answered, seeming to finally find your responses the slightest bit amusing as a smile began pulling at one corner of his mouth. "what's your name?"
you pulled your backpack onto your shoulder once more, shooting him a goofy smile. "well, i don't think i can tell you with the bike still around. it'll remember and then i'll never be safe."
"yes, i've noticed it does that," he chuckled. he tilted his head as he peered at you, his curls bouncing around his shoulders as his smile grew. "no, seriously. what's your name?"
"y/n," you answered, returning his smile more genuinely now. "y/n baratheon."
"well, y/n baratheon," he began. "i am terribly sorry that my bike attacked you. i promise it'll never happen again; he's going through training right now."
"good, get that thing under control," you said with a breathy laugh. you nodded at him. "what's your name?"
"jacaerys," he told you. "or jace, really."
"wait - jacaerys strong?" you asked, brows raising again. he breathed a laugh.
"yeah," he said slowly. "why?"
"what are you doing riding a bicycle?" you asked, quirking a brow at him.
"what do you mean?"
"i mean i've been shown pictures of your new mercedes by i swear like fifty people. the whole school knows about your new ride - why aren't you driving it?"
"i like my bike," he answered with a shrug, glancing back at the discarded, well-used thing. "easy to get back and forth from my place to here - it's not too far."
"where are you at?" you asked curiously, smiling at the boy. the more you talked to him, the cuter you realized he was.
"over in the north wall apartments," he said, nodding in the direction of said building. "i share one with cregan stark."
"oh, i love cregan!" you cheered with a smile. "we had like three of our gen-eds together freshman year. he was the only one who ever actually did group work with me."
"well, would you maybe want to come over and hang out sometime then?" he tried, his smile both hesitant and charming. "i'm sure he'd love to see you."
"i'm pretty sure my friend alysanne would kill me if i did," you chuckled. "she's been in love with him since freshman year - if she knew i went to his apartment without her i'd never make it."
"bring her," he answered with a shrug. "here, i'll get your number and text you. we can watch a movie or do dinner or something."
he gestured for your phone and your heart jumped as you handed it to him, the contacts tab open. he typed in his name and number and texted himself something before handing it back to you with a soft smile.
"sounds good," you breathed out, smiling back at him gently. "it was good to meet you, jace. thanks for not actually hitting me with your bike."
"anytime," he chuckled. "i promise to never get that close again."
"good," you answered, stepping back as he picked the bicycle up again. you held your hand up for a small wave. "i guess i'll see you around?"
"definitely," he answered as he got back on the bike. "bye, y/n."
"bye jace," you answered, turning to walk down the steps to the next street. you glanced back as he rode off, a blush coating your cheeks before you rushed off to your apartment.
"alys!" you exclaimed, dropping your backpack in your room before going to her and baela's door, pounding on it repeatedly. you heard a loud groan before the brunette girl finally pulled her door open, an expectant look on her face.
"what?" she asked, brows raised.
"i just got you a hangout with cregan stark," you breathed out, a grin wide on your lips.
she didn't answer immediately, her mouth falling open in shock. she shook her head, looking at you intently. "i'm sorry - what?"
"on my way home i almost got ran over by his roommate jacaerys strong - you know, baela's rich stepbrother who's captain of the football team with cregan? well, apparently they're roommates too and he invited me over and i mentioned you and he said then me and you should come over to do dinner or a movie or maybe both, i don't know, but isn't this exciting?!" you rambled, grabbing her by the shoulders with a wide smile.
"alysanne, say thank you, this is your dream!" baela called from behind her, a knowing smile on her lips as she chuckled. you glanced at the girl reading on her bed, smiling widely.
"thank you," alys breathed out in an almost dazed manner. then, she snapped back to it, eyes wide as she stared at you. "when? today? what am i gonna wear-?"
"not today," you laughed, shaking your head. "i don't know when, he hasn't texted me, but i'll let you know and we will find you the perfect outfit, okay?"
"okay," she nodded. "you better tell me as soon as he texts you."
"cross my heart," you said, doing the motion over your chest.
you were doing your homework only an hour later when your phone buzzed, its screen lighting up on your desk. your heart jumped when you saw it was from 'jace 🚲', immediately unlocking it to see what he said.
-how does next friday sound?
"aly!" you yelled. you heard some shuffling before she called back.
"what?"
"does next friday work?"
"uh, yeah!"
"ok!"
you smiled at your screen, waiting a few moments before typing out a response.
next friday works! what time?
three little dots bubbled on the screen as he began to answer you and you anxiously awaited for them to turn into a fully fledged blue text box.
-how about 7? we can do pizza and popcorn and a movie
"aly! 7?!"
"sure!"
sounds great! see you then
you leaned back in your chair with a content sigh. your phone buzzed again and you looked at it lazily, expecting to see a text mirroring your own. you sat up quickly when it didn't.
-actually, i had something else to ask
you didn't reply, seeing him begin to type again, so instead you waited anxiously for his continuation. what else would he have to ask you?
-there's a party tonight at my cousin's house and i was wondering if you wanted to go with me?
your eyes widened and so did your smile, typing back a response quickly.
what time?
-i can pick you up at 8:30?
okay then, i'll send you my address
"oh my gods," you breathed out, laughing lightly. "baela!"
"what?" she called back, seeming to be in the kitchen.
"i need your help to pick out an outfit! i'm going to a party with jace!" you yelled and she was at your door in a second, throwing it open with raised brows and a mischievous grin.
"are we gonna be sisters soon?" she teased.
"baela," you laughed.
"i'm just kidding, he's barely my stepbrother anyways," she hummed, crossing to your closet and pulling the doors open. she began rifling through your various tops and dresses. "but, i'm just saying that you met him two hours ago and now you're hanging out twice this weekend? i mean, what if this party goes terribly wrong and you don't want to see him next week?"
"then i go purely for alysanne and deal with it later," you said with a roll of your eyes. "but, i don't think it'll go wrong. he seems sweet."
"he is... to an extent," she hummed, pulling out a pair of light wash, ripped jeans and throwing them on your bed. they seemed freshly washed and ironed, but you'd completely forgotten about them.
"what do you mean by that? should i not go?" you asked with knitted brows.
"no, you should," she affirmed with a nod, offering you a quick smile before continuing her search for a top. "he's a really good guy. he just seems to hate my dad and so i've seen him be not so sweet."
"i mean, your dad has been known to say some wild things," you breathed out with a laugh.
"no, he's actually been really careful of what he's said around the boys," she answered almost absentmindedly, finding a bandeau top with a strap that went over your neck. It was cute, but you also hadn't worn it in forever. "i don't know. their relationship is not my problem. here, you'd look hot in this, jace would die."
"well, i don't want him to die," you said with a chuckle as you stood and grabbed the top, holding it up. you grimaced, looking at the girl nervously. "you don't think this is too revealing? and it's like, october - i don't wanna be cold."
"jace will bring a jacket," she insisted with a smirk. "at least, i hope. then you can wear his. it's a perfect plan."
"you sure?" you asked.
"i'm sure. i'll turn on the curling iron and aly will do your makeup, you put that on and your converse to go with. we'll get you all dolled up by - what time is he picking you up?" she asked.
"8:30," you answered.
"oh, easy!" she cheered. "okay, hurry up!"
she shut the door to your room and you quickly pulled on the outfit. as you looked in the mirror, even with your hair still in the messy bun that friday classes brought on and your makeup halfway ruined from the day, you thought you did look hot. it was a good feeling.
"y/n!"
"coming!"
you had just finished spitting out your mouthwash when the doorbell rang. alys and baela were at the doorway to the bathroom, grinning as they nodded to the door.
"have fun," alys said in a sing-song tone.
"you look hot," baela told you. "drop dead gorgeous. don't let him kiss you yet."
"thank you and no promises," you hummed with a laugh as you passed them and crossed to the door, your phone in your pocket. "i'm not bringing my keys so let me in when i get home, okay?"
"you got it babe," alys said. you nodded and took a breath before pulling the door open.
the first thing you noticed is that he was, in fact, wearing a jacket. a leather one at that. it was an oversized thing with big buttons and stitched pockets that resembled almost more of a blazer, but you kind of loved it. paired with a white henley, basic jeans, and black nikes, he looked damn good.
it seemed like he thought the same of you, his eyes finally returning to your own as a light blush covered his cheeks.
"you're beautiful," he told you with a smile. you blushed at the words, noting how he didn't just say that you looked good or looked pretty - but you are beautiful. what boy says that?
"thank you," you said, smiling softly. "you're really handsome."
"thank you," he answered, smiling more openly now. he held out his arm. "you ready?"
"yeah, let's go," you said, taking his arm gratefully and shutting the door behind you.
you decided that jacaerys strong was the sweetest boy you'd ever met, holding every door open for you, including the car door, giving you aux but turning it down enough to keep conversation with you, and keeping your arm in his when you guys finally entered the party, pulling you out of the way of clumsy drunks.
a few boys stopped jace on your way through the house, yelling loudly something you couldn't understand over the music. jace laughed loudly, his touch to your arm gentle but secure, glancing over at you briefly before answering the group of boys.
"won't be by monday," he laughed, earning a series of giggles from the boys opposite you. he nodded along with them for a few moments before excusing the two of you and continuing along.
"who was that?" you asked.
"a few guys from my team. asked something about getting better at the drills, don't really know, they were really drunk, but i guess i answered right," he chuckled.
"guess so," you laughed.
"do you want a drink?" he asked, one hand hovering over the small of your back as he guided you towards the drinks table.
"do you think there's one that's nonalcoholic?" you asked, glancing back at him before peering at the punch table. he grimaced as you stopped in front of it.
"i doubt it," he mumbled. "why? do you not drink?"
you shrugged. "not regularly. i'm usually the dd."
"well, i'm the dd tonight, so if you'd like to you're welcome," he offered, gesturing to the beers in a small bucket at the end of the table. "or if not, that's totally fine too. whatever you want."
it was funny how he was so confidence and yet still nervous. it was endearing.
"maybe one or two, but i'm a bit of a lightweight," you chuckled.
"i'm not one to judge," he said with a smile, hands up in insistence.
"oh, sure," you laughed as you popped open a beer. "like you can't handle your drinks."
"okay, maybe i gave the wrong impression," he said with a chuckle. "i can hold my own."
"as you should," you giggled, taking a sip of the beer as he looked over you to where some people were sitting around bonfires in the backyard. he grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards them before hesitating, looking back at you.
"is this okay?" he asked, squeezing your hand. you smiled at the boy.
"yeah," you assured, squeezing it back. he grinned and dragged you to where a few of his friends were calling his name, you giggling behind him.
when he held the door for you next, his jacket was over your shoulders, both of you exhausted from the night's activities. you'd been coerced into a few games of pool, of which you surprised him with your expert abilities. he showed you up in darts, and then you both wrecked cregan and aegon in a ping pong battle. needless to say, it was a freaking huge house with a lot to do and it was a lot of fun.
"thanks for tonight," you said when he started driving, his hand resting on the middle console ready for the taking. he smiled as you did, squeezing it softly.
"of course. i figured if we were going to be setting up our best friends we should at least be familiar, right?" he asked, shooting you a goofy grin.
"true. and i suppose this is recompense for you almost killing me on your bike," you hummed, letting out a soft giggle as he shot you an offended look.
"i did not almost kill you. you fell, and that's my bad, but you're fine," he said. he paused for a moment, glancing between the road and you before finally settling his gaze on the street. "so, if tonight is my official apology, what should next weekend be?"
you hesitated, a smile growing on your lips. you looked at him carefully. "well, a cute boy and a cute girl hanging out, having dinner, and watching a movie while trying to set up their friends... i guess, if only for the sake of alysanne and cregan, we have to call it a double date."
"right," he nodded, trying to hide his smile behind pursed lips. "if only for them."
"of course."
"and me."
you looked at him with a wide smile. "you are a bold one, aren't you jace? getting my number, asking me to hang out twice in one week, asking me on a date..."
"well?" he asked, glancing at you with a grin. "are you opposed to it?"
"no, i don't think so," you answered, your hand entirely comfortable in his grasp as you leaned back into the seat. "hey, i like your car by the way. a lot nicer than the bike."
"thanks," he said. "but, i like my bike better."
"what? why?" you laughed. "this car is beautiful."
"it's too much," he answered with a shrug, turning onto your street without letting go of your hand. skills. "it's not my style."
"then why'd you buy it?" you asked curiously, tilting your head as you looked at him. he parked next to your own car, a crappy old ford that your parents had given you for your 16th birthday.
jace sighed, leaning back in his seat. "i didn't. my stepdad did."
"daemon?" you asked with furrowed brows. his eyes snapped to you.
"how do you know him?" he asked.
"baela's my best friend," you told him. "and one of my roommates. i... heard about the wedding. it didn't sound like fun, i'm sorry about that."
"it wasn't," he said, shaking his head as he remembered. "only a year after my dad died. a year. it's bullshit."
"that would be really hard," you said. "and i reckon you and daemon don't get on very well?"
"not at all," he answered.
"so is that why he bought you the car?" you guessed. "to try to win you over?"
"yep," he said, eyes narrowed in thought. "that's also bullshit."
you didn't say anything, sensing his frustration and not wanting to say anything insensitive. he looked over at you, his face softening when his eyes met yours. he tried at a smile, eyes moving passed yours out your window. his smile bloomed, and he squeezed your hand.
"my dad used to have a car like that," he said, looking at your dingy suv. you laughed lightly, looking back at him.
"really? that's mine. it's an old, messed up thing, but i like it," you told him.
"yeah, my mum sold dad's before even asking me. guess that's also why daemon bought this," he said, patting the door of the car. he sighed heavily before glancing at the time. "we should get you inside."
"yeah," you mumbled, looking from the clock to him, almost shocked to see him already looking at you intently. "i had a really good time, jace. thank you."
"anytime, seriously," he said, smiling more genuinely. his grip tightened on your hand for a moment, the two of you simply staring into one another's eyes before he leaned back, releasing your hand. "wait there."
he exited the car and rounded it, opening your door and offering his hand back to you. you giggled and took it, the boy shutting the door behind you and beginning to walk you back to the apartment.
you swung your hands in between you as you walked in silence, nearing your door. when you stopped, you hesitated to knock, instead just looking back up at him.
"jace?"
"hm?"
"will you kiss me?"
he grinned, stepping towards you and raising a hand to cup your cheek. "well, since you asked."
he captured your lips in his gently, tilting his head to allow better access. your free hand rose to his chest, kissing back happily. he was a good kisser, you immediately noticed, rhythmic and smooth, gentle and yet still firm. he pulled away, but you pulled him back in for another, the boy smiling as he returned the favor.
when you finally separated, you both were grinning.
"you're bold," he hummed. "giving me your number, going on two dates with me in a week, asking me to kiss you..."
"oh shut up," you laughed, pecking his lips one more time as he smiled.
"i'll see you later?" he asked.
"for our date," you said with a nod. "7?"
"yep. what kind of pizza do you like?" he asked.
"any kind," you answered with a shrug. "i'm not picky."
"want me to pick you up?" he questioned.
"nah, i'll drive me and aly over. maybe me and you can go for a little drive to give them some alone time," you suggested, causing jace to chuckle.
"i'd like that," he told you.
after another peck to the lips, you finally stepped back, knocking a few times for aly and baela to let you in.
"thanks again," you said. "i'm excited to see you again tomorrow."
"me too," he agreed with a smile, squeezing your hand one last time. "goodnight, y/n."
"goodnight, jace."
he walked off as baela pulled the door open, the girl grabbing your hand and dragging you inside.
alys was sitting at the counter with a tub of cookie dough that you three regularly snacked on, her eyes wide in question as baela smirked, locking the door behind you.
"his jacket," she pointed out, you suddenly realizing you were still wearing it.
"oh, wait, let me go give it back!" you said, stepping back to the door but she shook her head.
"no, no, no, you'll give it back next weekend. let him think about you," she said.
"i think he already is," alys laughed. "i mean, did you see that kiss? it was cute!"
"what?" you asked, eyes wide. "you saw?"
"we may or may not have looked out the window," she said with a shrug. "you guys are cute."
"he's a perfect gentleman, i literally think i'm in love," you sighed as you took a seat next to her, grabbing her spoon and dipping it into the cookie dough.
"alright, don't get too hasty," she laughed.
"no, i'm serious. it's so easy with him, he's just... comfortable," you told them, looking back at baela. your face was serious when you told her, "i think we may end up sisters."
she laughed loudly, coming to your other side and throwing an arm over your shoulder. "let's just see how the next one goes, ay?"
you talked to jace a lot. like, a lot. when you exchanged schedules, he somehow found time in his own to meet you halfway and talk before he dropped you off at class and you both finished class at 2, which meant you could go get food afterwards.
you saw him every single day before the date and always picked up one another's facetime calls, something you looked forward to after your shift at the campus coffee shop. he always looked so happy when you picked up the call or when he did, like he didn't believe after the last one that you'd speak to him again.
unsurprisingly, he talked to you a lot about his family. you learned about his brothers and their little quirks, that his closest brother luke was a computer science nerd and in his last year of secondary school. and then there was a wide age gap, joffrey being ten and in fourth year at the school on dragonstone jace went to as a kid. and then the two littles, viserys and aegon at 4 and 6.
you told him about your family and your little siblings. you thought your little sister would get along well with joffrey and he agreed.
and then he spoke with you of his mother and stepfather. he was conflicted - his father harwin had only passed a year prior in a housefire since he was a firefighter. apparently he loved his work, but he got trapped saving a family and though they survived, he didn't make it home. it killed him and his brothers, but he always felt his mother too indifferent.
"her and daemon began dating what felt like the next day," he said over facetime one day, brows knitted tightly as he spoke. "even joffrey noticed the strangeness and he was 4!"
"that is rather interesting," you said slowly, trying to gauge his thoughts as he sighed.
"and not to mention they have the same last name. that's odd, isn't it? targaryen isn't exactly common, but apparently they did an ancestry test and they're like 4th cousins once removed. for me it's a little close, but i'm not allowed to have opinions when it comes to daemon," he huffed.
you were surprised that he was confiding in you so much, but as you recalled everything you knew through the grapevine about jacaerys strong, you realized that he didn't have close friends. he had a million casual friends, but everyone knew he and cregan were super close and that was about it. if anyone else it was his cousins, but even then, how would he be able to talk to them about family issues if they were to get the wrong idea?
"i get what that's like," you told him softly. he looked to you quickly, furrowing your brows. "my mother died in childbirth when i was little and a few years ago my dad started dating some lady... she was weird to say the least. super into magic and witchy stuff, and she had a strange obsession with my little sister and her Lord's plans for her. dad didn't believe me when i told him what i'd heard her say and then i moved away for school. so, yeah, i get it."
"your mum died?" he asked with furrowed brows. "why didn't you tell me that?"
you shrugged, offering a sad smile. "i wanted you to feel like you could talk. i don't need to talk about it anymore, it's been so long."
"just because you don't need to doesn't mean you don't want to," he said, offering a gentle smile. "if you ever want to talk about it, or even just talk about her i'd be happy to hear."
this brought a fuller smile to your lips. "yeah, i think i'd like that."
you readjusted your position on your bed, turning over so that you could see him again on your phone screen. "we're a lot more alike than i thought, jacaerys."
"yeah, we are. how convenient."
you smiled fondly. "how convenient."
when you showed up that next friday in a simple pair of jeans and graphic tee (alysanne in something incredibly similar due to her fear of not being dressed properly), you did not expect to be greeted with a kiss from jacaerys.
he pulled the door open with a wide smile, wrapping an arm around your torso and pressing a chaste kiss to you lips before tugging you in, his smile twisting mischievously when he pulled away, causing you to laugh once, obviously shocked. you didn't argue, but you were definitely caught off guard. alys just stood there with a smirk as he pulled you inside, waving her in welcomingly as he smiled widely.
"cregan is in the kitchen," he said. "we decided we would make the pizzas tonight. you know, make it more personal."
"oh, that's fun," you said, letting go of his hand to fall back next to alys, a giggle on her lips as she watched you.
"i see what you mean about it just being natural," she teased as you rolled your eyes, following jace into the kitchen.
"i didn't tell you this, but we were on the phone for like 2 hours after he dropped me off last night," you whispered, a light blush covering your cheeks. she gasped.
"is he who you were talking to while you were studying earlier? and when you were making breakfast?" she asked.
you didn't say anything, instead laughing and dragging her into the kitchen after jacaerys. cregan was standing at the counter, placing circles of premade dough onto cookie sheets.
"creg," jace said. the stark boy turned with a smile, spotting us immediately.
"y/n!" he cheered. you laughed lightly.
"hey cregan," you said. you then took alysanne's arm, smiling sweetly at her and then cregan. "you remember my friend alysanne, right?"
"from geography? yeah, it's good to see you!" he said, smiling widely at her. you held onto alys as you felt her knees literally buckle, keeping her up as you pleaded with the gods for her to be normal.
"you... remember?" she mumbled. you elbowed her and she straightened up, holding your arm tightly. "it's good to see you too! what toppings do we have?"
you let go of her and pushed her to approach him, eternally grateful that she began a conversation. as he began showcasing the pepperonis, cheeses, peppers, sausages, and pineapples, you stepped back to jace's side.
"i don't think we'll make it out for our drive," you whispered with a laugh. he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your torso.
"i think they'll figure it out, we'll be fine," he mumbled before dragging you to make your pizzas.
you carefully picked out your favorite toppings, decorating yours in a smiley face after placing on the sauce and cheese. jace copied you, attempting to create a cool emoji with pepperonis as sunglasses, but he struggled majorly. eventually, he moved the meats into the shape of a heart, filling it in with pineapple.
"you like pineapple on pizza?" cregan asked, his face scrunched in disgust.
"you don't?" jace asked sassily, popping one in his mouth.
"gross," alys said with a shake of her head.
"well, what do you think, love?" he asked you, brows raised in question. with him calling you 'love' you couldn't exactly think anything, but you tried, just shrugging and offering him a small smile.
"whatever you say, jace," you said with a laugh.
"you don't like it?" he asked in fake shock.
"i don't mind it!" you defended sheepishly. "i'd eat it, but i wouldn't choose it. you know?"
"i'll always choose pineapple pizza," he hummed, eating another one.
"and that's fine," you laughed. he offered you a piece, which you accepted since it didn't have tomato sauce and cheese on it.
"alright, let's throw it in and then we can start a movie," cregan said.
the boys placed your pizzas in the oven as you and alys went into the living room. you walked closely to her, whispering quietly to her a rehash of your plan.
"we each get a corner and then you get to cuddle with cregan and me with jace," you mumbled.
"i know, i know," she whispered back with a snicker. you both sat on the couch, aly tucked in one corner and you sitting nearer the other side, but not so far away that it was suspicious. "trust me, i'm doing what i can to get close to him."
"you got this," you told her as the boys entered the room again, jace flicking the lights off. the boy immediately made himself cozy in the corner by you, offering you his hand. you took it with a smile and he pulled you closer slightly, until you finally bit the bullet yourself and sat by his side. cregan took to aly's side, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch to place over them both.
"do you want a blanket?" jace whispered, to which you shook your head.
"i'm good for now. but, i do have your jacket in my car," you told him. he grinned.
"we'll go get it later," he said, winking at you. he grabbed the remote off the arm of the couch and began messing around the main screen, finally clicking on the hbo icon. "what do you guys wanna watch?"
"a horror movie?" cregan suggested. "a new one just got on hbo."
"oh yeah?" you asked, resisting a laugh as you glanced at alysanne. "alys isn't the biggest fan of scary movies."
"i like them," she defended. "i just scare easy."
"don't worry," cregan said with a grin, leaning towards her. "i'll protect you."
you cringed, jace laughing as alysanne blushed.
"we can watch a horror movie then," you said decidedly, looking back at jace. he laughed, nodding, and working through the horror section until he landed on one. "the visit? that one makes me laugh."
"it makes you laugh? it freaks me out," cregan said, looking at you like you were crazy.
"the grandparents are just crazy and there's literally a part with a naked grandma," you laughed. "i can't watch it with a straight face."
"well, let's watch something we haven't seen and y/n won't laugh at," jace said, smiling at you. "how about hereditary?"
"i haven't seen that," you hummed. "let's watch it!"
jace clicked on it and it started, alysanne snuggling into her blanket as cregan put his arm around her. it was such secondary school moves, but hey, whatever works. when jace did it to you butterflies still erupted in your stomach, so obviously there's something to it.
the scene opened when jace whispered to you, "you want popcorn?"
he didn't even really wait for you to answer before pulling you up and into the kitchen, you resisting the urge to laugh at his movements.
it had only been two days and already everything he did just made you giddy.
he threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave before turning to you with a grin. he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning closer to you. "i'm really glad you're here."
your arms wound around his neck. "me too."
"wanna come over tomorrow too?" he asked, smiling goofily.
"you're clingy," you laughed lightly.
"i like you," he corrected. "i like you a lot."
"i like you too," you hummed with a small smile.
he kissed you then, deeply, his lips moving in perfect rhythm with your own. his hand threaded through your hair and yours tugged at the hairs on the nape of his neck, earning a small smile. you kissed until the microwave beeped, and even when you pulled away, he pulled you back in for a smaller, slower one. he pressed a peck to your lips, smiling at you before grabbing the popcorn.
you held his hand as you pulled him back to the couch, tucking yourself in his side comfortably. it was a bit easier having confessed a little bit, beginning to snack on the popcorn you held between you.
soon enough the pizzas were finished and you ate them while watching the movie. you tried a bite of jace's pineapple pizza and you had to admit that it wasn't half bad. he ate like half of you smiley face pizza, but you couldn't stay mad at him for too long.
you noticed about 1/4 of the way through the movie that alysanne and cregan were whispering to each other, and that every time anything scary would happen she would jump and he would laugh, holding her in his arms by the halfway point. you leaned into jace's embrace, shutting your eyes tight when certain things would happen. jace would chuckle and run a hand through your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"you're such boyfriend material," you mumbled to him, looking up at him with a smile. "you're seriously so sweet and so comfortable."
"just for you," he mumbled in return, shooting you a short smile.
eventually, you realized that you weren't hearing cregan whispering or alysanne gasping at parts even jace jumped a bit at and you made the mistake of glancing over at them.
as soon as you caught a glimpse of his tongue down her throat you turned right back into jace's chest, laughing awkwardly as he chuckled, shaking his head.
"told you they'd be fine," he whispered to you, laughing as you muttered, "gross."
when the movie came to a close, neither of them noticed. jace took your hand and pulled you off the couch quietly, a finger to his lips as he pulled you up the stairs and to a room you quickly realized was his own.
"jace..." you said slowly, shaking your head before he did the same, his eyes wide.
"no, that's not what i mean," he said quickly. "no, i just - just come here."
he led you to a door by the window and then took you out onto what you discovered was his balcony. he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before looking up at the stars, a content smile on his lips.
"i like to sit out here sometimes and just think. you ever do that?"
"all the time," you answered with a small smile, holding his hand tightly in yours. "what are you thinking about right now?"
he hummed softly before looking at you with that charming grin he always has on. "you. how beautiful you are and how sweet your heart is. i like talking to you. a lot. and i like being around you, it's easy. way easier than it's ever been with anyone else."
"that's what i've been thinking since i met you," you told him with a small smile. "i don't generally believe in fate or destiny, but if it were a thing, this would be it."
he chuckled, squeezing your hand. "who's to say it isn't?"
you both gazed at each other for several moments, just smiling, comfortable in the silence of each other's presence.
"should we go on a drive?" you asked, swinging your hands. "you can drive if you want, since you always wanted one."
"let's go," he said with a grin, kissing you gently before pulling you out of his room, down the stairs, and out the door. alysanne and cregan were still making out on the couch with a new movie, some adam sandler romcom, playing in the background.
you tossed him the keys when you reached the suv and you climbed in. he adjusted the seat, a lot thanks to his long legs, while you buckled up and started the old thing up. he grinned as it revved to life, clicking his seatbelt secure.
"where are we going?" he asked.
"wherever your heart so desires," you mused with a light laugh.
"alright," he chuckled. he backed out of the parking space and made way for the highway, your hand clutched in his the whole way.
you sang along to one direction and the jonas brothers on your way to the hill jace eventually parked at, the boy just grinning at you as you sang your heart out. he knew more songs than you expected and you loved when he attempted zayn's high parts or nick's whiny disney voice - it made you laugh so hard how terrible it was.
he pulled you out of the car and onto the roof carefully, keeping you tucked in his side as you guys looked out over the small town that was your college town of king's landing. you loved it, truly. it was home now and you're glad it was.
"i have a question," he said randomly, leaning his cheek on the top of your head as you hummed in response, urging him to continue. "what is your ideal timeline of a relationship?"
you took a moment to decide how you would answer this, really contemplating what mattered to you.
"i don't have one," you mused eventually, turning your head to glance at him with a small smile. "i guess the only thing is that i don't want to date someone for 5 years and then have a year engagement. that's too long. i feel like if i know, then i'll know."
"yeah, i get that. i agree," he said with a nod of his head. "so, if i were to ask you to be my girlfriend... would that be okay? would you say yes?"
"in theory if you asked that, i'm sure i would," you said, your smile gradually growing.
"okay," he said simply before turning to you, both your hands in his large, warm ones. "will you be my girlfriend?"
"i'm sure that's fine," you hummed, grinning before you pressed a kiss to his lips. "yes, jace. of course."
he was ecstatic, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him as he captured your lips in his, his arms winding around your torso. you kissed him back eagerly, fingers playing with his curls as he flicked his tongue across your lip. you allowed him entrance for a few moments before pulling away with a grin, catching your breath.
you were basically between his legs with how close he'd pulled you at this point, the boy pulling you back in for what felt like a dozen more mini kisses. you laughed, finally pulling him off and falling into his chest, arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. he pressed a gentle kiss to your head and you could feel his smile.
"i guess i do have to thank daemon for the car," he hummed. you furrowed your brows.
"why?" you asked him.
"well, if i didn't hate it so much i wouldn't have ridden my bike to school and never would've met you. and now that i have you, i realize that that would suck," he admitted, enjoying the spark of joy that flickered in your eye as you peered at him.
"you're a dream, jacaerys strong," you told him.
"i do my best," he chuckled.
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v3lary0ns · 5 months ago
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‘When the Light Shines Down’ Is turning out to be a lot longer than I anticipated. A maybe 5k idea is slowly growing closer to 10k (i don’t write 20k word fics like a lot of people do btw) and that isn’t even half of it down. I have no feedback on it cuz i’m scared of peoples opinions of my writing LOL. So it’s taking a while to get out between work/life shit happening (i had to get a CPO on someone). Might try to split it up into parts? If I did that the pace would be all wrong though so… i don’t know.
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dulcewrites · 2 years ago
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Acquired Taste (modern au)
Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x oc, Jacaerys Velaryon x oc (wc: 4k)
Summary: Sometimes the hungry grows too strong. Edith and Aegon know that all too well.
Warnings: allusions to cannibalism, obsessive tendencies, slight unreliable narrator/purposely ambiguity. Aegon and oc are weird I fear :/
A/N: I wrote this on a total whim 💀💀. Slightly inspired by hannibal, Hope y’all enjoy, and if y’all want to chat, my inbox is always open 🫶🏽
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The first tug comes at a family dinner.
At first, Edith was able to chalk it up to nerves. She’s eating expensive lobster and was sure the hand soap she used in the bathroom cost more than the several disgustingly overpriced books she had to purchase for university.
Jace’s family situation is tense. But then again, most blended families probably were.
He had told her he had nothing to worry about, that everyone would be far more focused on celebrating his aunt entering her PhD program. And yet, the attention made her feel claustrophobic. Throat tightening, palm sweating, stomach churning; it must be the nerves, right?
She was most anxious to meet his mother. Jace gushed and raved about his mother in the way all mama’s boys do. It was not that Rhaenyra was cold or even mean, quite the opposite. She was polite, almost farcically so.
Edith was hoping to see Baela and Rhaena. The only reason she knows Jace is because of her connection to their mother, Laena. But their absence, along with their parents, was notable. It leads to Edith having to make polite, but awkward small talk with those wanting to strike one. Which is a short list; the other side of Rhaenyra’s of family looking entirely bored of the whole thing.
The tugging in her stomach and burning in her throat continues through dinner. Even the wine and after four glasses of water she chugs down.
Edith blinks, a bit shocked when she feels Jace’s hand on her thigh, sliding up further and further. She must fight back a sigh. She doesn’t know what is worse: him doing this while his mother is asking her about her degree, or the cumbersome way he fiddles with her underwear.
She wonders if this is a terrible attempt at spicing things up. But she indulges and indulges in the way she always does with Jace. It’s hard not to giggle a bit at the earnest nature in which Jace does things, even in his spontaneity, but she would take it over the other traits her exes have exhibited.
Cold fingers slipping her lacy panties to the side, gently rubbing. As conversations and clink of silver ware droned on, her eyes fluttered up towards the giant chandelier handing above them. For a moment, she wonders what would happen if it just fell and shattered all over them.
She would die being fingered, surrounded by strangers. There are worst ways to go she supposed.
When her eyes fluttered down from the lights to the table, they catch on big blue ones.
While Jace has nothing but praise for his aunt Helaena, he had silence and shrugs in response when Edith mentioned his uncles. Jace’s two middle fingers are ring deep when Edith makes eye contact with Aegon. Her breath quickens, and she finally reaches a hand to slow Jace down. Edith does that a lot, slows him down. Molds him and sculpts him a bit.
Jacaerys is malleable in the way she thinks all men should be.
All she can do is smile weakly at Aegon in hopes he doesn’t notice. He just tilts his head in the way dogs do when they are confused, but then a slow smile spreads across his face. Edith doesn’t know what it means but it makes her quickly turn her attention back the conversation between Rhaenyra and Alicent.
Cold fingers, sparky chandeliers, and unwritten meanings.
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The tug eventually turns into an urge.
Edith can’t put her finger on when or why, but the burning in her throat moves to her belly. Deep and wanting.
She tries not to focus on it during girl’s night, but it lingers. This time, she tries to blame it on her lack of contact with Jace. By the fourth time she checks her phone, Dana snatches her phone out of her hand.
“Girl, give it a rest,” she sighs. “He’s probably just busy.”
Asha snorts from the purple sofa chair in their apartment. “Or maybe he’s ignoring her text for a reason.”
Dana glares over at her. “We don’t know that,” she turns to Edith sympathetically. “You don’t know that.”
Asha never liked Jace, but to be fair, she never liked any of their boyfriends.
“This is why you don’t give the guy you have to coach or work to like a chance, even if he’s rich,” Dana shrugs. Edith rolls her eyes, stuffing popcorn into her mouth.
“I’m not with him because he has money. I’m with him because he’s nice to me, and a good guy.”
“Hmmm, even the nice ones fuck up.”
Edith blinks, being transported back to the dinner that happened two and half weeks ago.
“Sometimes, it’s better to date the ones that will be assholes out loud.”
She had told Jace she had to use the bathroom before they left. Taking a left instead of a right, she gets a bit lost. Wandering around the mansion, staring a bit too keenly at the old, expensive decor. By the time she makes it to one of the many bathrooms in the house, the door to it is swinging open.
“Ah, the girlfriend,” the edge in Aegon’s tone doesn’t match his face. Soft features that remind Edith of the hand drawn cherubs on the wall of her church back home. Big eyes now blurrier than before as he sniffles softly.
“The uncle.”
She tries to smile but the copious amounts of liquids she had during dinner has made her focus strictly on getting to the bathroom.
But Aegon doesn’t budge from his place blocking her. Just looks at her with that same curious look. She feels like the frogs her science class when she was 13. Dissected and open to see. It was a feeling that grew throughout the night.
“We are all so surprised when Jace said he was bringing someone home,” he leans against the doorway.
Edith wants to ask what is so surprising about it. Instead, she opts for something more diplomatic, possibly even too sickly sweet.
“I’m glad he did. It was lovely meeting where Jace gets all his best traits from.”
Aegon hums in response, clearly not impressed. “Hmm, best traits.”
He finally moved out of the way. As he walks away, their arms brush. The material of his shirt against her bare skin.
“Have a good rest of your night,” his voice floats and flutters in the hall casually.
Still slightly dazed by the usual nature of the conversation, and Aegon himself, Edith forgoes reciprocating the salutations.
Even then, she felt like there was something she was missing. That Aegon was holding the key to a chest of secrets that she will never be privy to. The curious look, blank smile, and the white residue she found on the bathroom counter, the only things sticking in her mind from that night.
“You’re right,” Edith flashes Dana a fake smile. “He’s probably just busy.”
She leans her head back against the sofa as Asha restarts the movie. Trying to focus on her breathing and not the how she acutely feels the blood rushing through her body. From the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Dana reaches over gives her arm a soft, reassuring squeeze. Edith focuses in the warmth of tawny fingers gliding across her arm.
Her tongue starts out over her mouth. Blood red, flowing and staining the mouth.
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Aegon wakes to a call from Alicent that he instantly sends to ignore. Then a string of text from Aemond and Helaena. He doesn’t know what they say but he sees the notifications one after the other.
It is not till he gets a call from Rhaenyra that he knows something is wrong. Rhaenyra makes it a happen to do most her communication with her siblings through Alicent.
“Have you seen Jacaerys,” the normally cool, almost annoying melancholy tone that his older sister usually has was replaced by something more panic stricken.
“Why would I have seen him,” he looks over the window in his bedroom. The sun has barely begun to rise.
“I’m serious Aegon,” Rhaenyra’s voice grows more anxious. “I - I haven’t spoken to him in over a week. He always calls me on Sundays, especially if we don’t talk during the week. I called Edith and she hasn’t seen him either. I have a bad feeling.”
The annoyance he felt titters into guilt. For all the Rhaenyra’s faults, and Aegon tended to think she had many of them, she was a good mom to her group of brats. Sometimes a bit too doting; often never believing the boys she gave birth to were anything less than perfect angels.
She had a mother’s intuition. Aegon always felt Alicent had one too. He remembers her calling randomly, only moments after the first time he did ecstasy. As if she could tell he was about to do something bad.
But that was when he was 16. A couple more escasty pills, and a light coke habit (he can quit whenever he wants), and a white lie that he was at the mall ago. He is a case study for how a concerned mother doesn’t lead to less trouble. Hell, it may lead to more.
“I can go over there,” as soon as Aegon offers, his mouth twist as if he’s tasted something sour. He is not the one that should be offering. He barely cares about Jace, but the tremor in Rhaenyra’s voice is headache inducing. “See if he’s around or not.”
The sooner he confirms it’s just Jace not hiding under his mother’s skirts anymore, the sooner he can be done with it. He is closer to Jace’s place than anyone else.
Rhaenyra is silent for a moment before sighing. “I’d really appreciate that Aegon. Thank you.”
Aegon grunts in reply before hanging up.
He wonders how much bigger of a monstrosity he must have been in a previous life to have the family he does. Or better yet, to be settled in the body he is in now.
— — —
The apartment is clean… and empty.
After knocking for the umpteenth time, Aegon eventually gets a superintendent to let him in the apartment. It is how he expects any apartment owned by a kid in his 20s. An organized chaos of books, clothes, and little knickknacks.
There should be nothing out of the ordinary, but soon as he stepped in the one bedroom left something just felt off.
Aegon slowly looked at each nook and cranny. Eyes lingering on the photos Jace had on his wall in his room. Mainly ones of him and his immediate family. One from Joffrey graduating middle school. Another of him sitting next to Rhaenyra on a hospital bed holding Joffrey. That next to one of him and Harwin at a baseball game.
It would all be touching if Aegon gave a shit.
The picture that stands out is what he assumes is the newest one on the wall.
Edith’s pretty face standout amongst the various images of family and friends. A big smile on her face, dimple indenting in her left cheek. Jace’s arms thrown around her shoulder as he kisses her right cheek.
Once again, it would all be so sickly sweet if a deep level of resentment didn’t settle in his chest.
He supposed that it just how families worked, or at the very least how his family worked. A fucked-up mix mash of being perpetually over them while still longing for them. Or really what they have.
Breaking his gaze away from the pictures, he tries to think of a way to tell Rhaenyra that Jace is not here. And based by his made bed, and the eerie neatness of the apartment, has not been for some days. As he goes to to call her, something shiny laying on the floor catches his eye.
A dainty gold and white gold elephant hanging from a thin gold chain.
Aegon recognizes well. He remembers being taken by the way it sat perfectly between the swell of Edith’s breast at dinner. He also took note of true meaning. An elephant symbolizing luck and good fortune to come.
She armed herself coming to meet his family… cute.
But now it lies limp on the floor of Jace’s bedroom. As he ticks the necklace into his pocket, Aegon can’t help but wonder if Edith’s luck has run out.
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Jacaerys’ body is washes up days later. At least the remains of it.
After Rhaenyra had formally made a missing person report. The officer comes to the family home. The one Rhaenyra grew up in; Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron following suit years later.
Aegon is sure he has not heard a noise like the one Rhaenyra makes before. A mix between a wail and groan. Her knees buckling briefly.
Because how does one take news of their child, their firstborn, being dead?
How does one live with that hole in their chest; what can you do but to give into grief. To wail, and to let your body get weak with pain. Aegon watches as Alicent tries to comfort her, and he thinks about how she would react if he wound up dead somewhere. Lips purple, and life drained from his face.
He has thought about it more than he thinks is healthy.
Years ago, it was Aemond, freshly 16 and off a freakish growth spurt, that drove him hospital to get his stomach pumped. His brother had put on his best Alicent like glare afterwards and reprimanded him.
“I refuse to be the one the tell mom you’re dead because you got yourself fucked up.”
In hindsight, it probably was a bad idea to ask his teenage brother to drive him as he came off a bender.
But it did make him think of Alicent. Aegon thinks of his mother more than he thinks people give him credit for. It is probably his behavior that makes people assume he has little regard for Alicent. But it is quite the opposite; he has so many feelings for his mother. Taking in the inadequacies of motherhood to the shining moment of empathy plastered onto all her kids in different ways.
Alicent wore her heart on her sleeve, and sometimes Aegon hated her for it.
He hated when he could tell how disappointing she found him as a son. How with each fuck up, a new worry line would magically appear on her face. The face she gave him.
But most of all, he hated that it didn’t make her love him any less.
Outside of Rhaenyra, Harwin, and Luke, the other person in near hysterics was Edith. Big wet tears falling from her eyes like diamonds. When she walked through the door with her hair pulled back, no makeup, and in a matching sweat set, the necklace that he put in his wallet felt like it was burning a hole through his pocket.
She played the distraught girlfriend well. Her pale-yellow crew neck becoming stained with tears as Helaena rubbed her back soothingly.
Aegon knows he has no reason not to believe she is genuinely upset. It could be the small pull in his chest that seeks out the fuck up nature in others to make him feel a bit better about his own tendencies. Despite the big doe eyes and meek disposition, Jace’s pretty girlfriend not the lamb in the middle of the slaughterhouse but the weapon herself.
Now that send a chill down his spine and blood to his groin.
Aegon does a poor job eavesdropping as the officer whispers with the family.
missing body parts, fentanyl found in the body.
Nothing about it makes sense, and it sends Rhaenyra into even more of a spiral.
The rest of the night is spent placating her until it is time for them to go to ID the body. Edith shakes her head, staunchly, chin wobbling when asked if she wanted to come to with. A batch of tears welling in her eyes. Rhaenyra hugs her tightly as Edith’s eyes flutter shut. When they open, they land on Aegon.
The wound and the blade.
— — —
Edith sits in her car, staring at her fuzzy steering wheel.
Lips feeling puffy and swollen from the crying. She needs to drive. Put the car in reverse, and drive. But there is a paralyzing anxiousness in her running through her body. She could barely make eye contact with the officer when they came to the house. She knew going to the hospital would just make things worse for her.
Luckily, caught in her own grief, Rhaenyra bought it when Edith said she could not stomach it.
But now she sits in the driveway, stuck.
A knock on her window makes her yelp and jump.
Aegon’s knuckles tap against the window of her car casually, as he leans down. Despite her better judgment, she rolls her window down. The sun is setting behind him, highlighting the golden tones in his hair.
“I wanted to see if you were ok to drive.”
Edith nods, hands going to the steering wheel. “Yes, I just needed a moment.”
Aegon mouth twists. There’s that look again, he knows something.
“Understandable,” he says before a faux look of surprise covers his face. “But I am glad I caught you before you left. I wanted to give you this.”
He digs into his pocket, then pulls out a necklace. Her necklace. Edith feels her lunch starting to work its way up her throat.
“I thought you would want it back.”
Aegon dangles it within the car, while she just stares for a moment.
“Where - where did you find it,” she whispers.
“In Jace’s room,” this time a smile comes onto his face. Not at all one you think a uncle would have after hearing news of his nephew being dead. Edith reaches out to grab it, and their fingers brush.
Long, slender, riddled with rings. Edith swallows hard.
“Thank you, I must have left it there the last time I slept over,” the metal is cold against her hand. “I should get going.”
Aegon nods breezily, stepping back from the car.
“Take care of yourself, Edith.”
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The funeral is held on a rainy Friday. Under a black tent before the wake at home. Aegon blew air out of his mouth rather loudly during the funeral leading to Alicent pinching him softly.
Behave.
Next to Lucerys, Baela, and Rhaena stood Edith. Face partially covered by a thin veil. She reminded him of those old Hollywood actresses in a horror movie. Tragic and beautiful and hopeless.
The time after Jace’s body was found, Aegon found himself slipping into a bit of… a habit.
Checking her Instagram, TikTok, and LinkedIn. He knows she can see the last one, it only makes him look more. A morning routine he does over coffee the way others read the newspaper or check emails. Scrolling through the same pictures and videos. The same picture-perfect curation burned into his retina. None have been updated recently but the lurking becomes self-soother. He even liked a photo, a deep want for her to know he’s watching compelling him.
Then there was the drive-by past her apartment but that was a two-time thing. He had to cross reference the pictures in her apartment for that.
There is an itch he needs to scratch.
The need leads to him following her during the wake. Her heels clinking against the hallway. He knows she can hear the heavy footsteps of his dress shoes; it makes her steps faster.
He picks up his speed to till he is right behind her, wrapping his hand around her arm. He yanks her into the first room he can find. One of the bottom guest bedrooms.
Edith tries to yank her arm back but he pushes against the door after he closes it.
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” she hisses, her hat askew and eyes a bit wild.
“You did something to him, didn’t you,” Aegon whispers. “But you’re putting on quite a show.”
“I loved him,” her bottom lip trembles. Aegon lets out a bark of laughter. “Fine, I didn’t love him but I - I cared about him.”
Cared.
“Cared about him. You and the other girl he was seeing?”
The slap he receives is stinging. Only rivaled by the ones his mother gave him in his youth. Must like Alicent, as soon as she does it, her face falls with guilt. “I’m sorry, I shou-“
Aegon cuts her off by pushing his lips onto hers. Edith makes a surprised noise in the back her throat. Her arms go push him away. Her teeth sink into his bottom lip hard as an attempt to get him to stop, but as soon as she breaks skin and his blood graces her tongue, a submissive moan comes out.
The taste of metal dampening both of their lips. Her tongue swiping against the blood.
Bloodied lips travel from lips to her neck.
“We can’t do this here Aegon,” she says breathlessly.
Is that confirmation she’d do it someplace else?
But the way his name rolls off her tongue only makes him reciprocate, nipping at her neck. He always wondered what she smelled like, under underneath the sweet-smelling perfume. He wonders what all lies underneath the faux sweetness.
She finally uses all her strength to push him off.
“Leave me alone,” she points at him.
Aegon wishes he felt guilty about the tears welling in her eyes, but all he can do is focus on his blood smeared on her lips. He doesn’t know what he wants to do more, crawl out of his own skin, or burrow himself into hers.
He tries to reach out, and she all but lets the door swallow her. “I mean it.”
She gives lets out a shaky breath before turning to open the door, making sure to slam it in his face before he can follow her out. He leans his forehead against the door, running a palm over the slight erection in his pants. Shuddering, he fiddles with his belt.
Even in death Jace has gotten more than him. What a pity.
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Edith comes home to an empty, dark apartment.
Both Dana and Asha asked her if they needed to be with her for the night, both having predesignated plans. Sleepovers are a normal occurrence between the three of them.
But she wanted the place to herself tonight. Hunger biting at her stomach.
She only kicks off her heels and rips off her hat before going to the kitchen. Mouth curling to the side as she tries to decide what to have for dinner. Fingers traveling over the different meat cuts in different containers.
Finally settling on what to fix, she grabs a pan from under the stove and pulling out ingredients she needs.
A flurry of notification makes her phone dig. Edith must fight back a sigh, already having a feeling as to what it is. Since Jace’s death was made public, she had received a plethora of well wishes. Most were in good faith but being reminded of it did nothing to actually help.
Her mother even went as far as to insist she would come down the week after the funeral.
Poor, poor Edith.
But when she checked her phone, it was not someone reaching out to send their condolences, it was Instagram notifications. All from a familiar person.
He just won’t get the hint.
[what part of leave me alone don’t you understand]
She messages him, after self-indulgently scrolling through his page. Aegon answers embarrassingly fast.
You said “not there” first
[you’re a weirdo.. snooping on your dead nephew’s girlfriend]
*ex. He would’ve broken up with you anyway
….right?
Edith rolls her eyes. Fucking cunt.
Her eyes survey the two slabs of meat in front of her.
[do you want to have dinner]
She watches the dots appear, then disappear, then reappear.
What?
[you’re clearly not gonna leave me alone so do you want dinner]
More reappear and disappearing dots. For a moment, she thinks she overplayed her hand.
Fine. Where
[at my place]
[you already know the address. btw if you’re going to stalk someone maybe don’t drive around in the gold Porsche. It’s obvious and tacky]
He hearts the message. Freak.
And here I thought you were trying to be normal
Edith stares at the last message for a while.
Normal.. what a funny idea. Maybe her version of normal is just a bit different, the way she is sure Aegon’s version of it is different.
[bring wine]
It’s the last message she sends before rolling up her sleeves, fingers massaging over the meat as she seasons it. Extra care given to the tender parts of it. Herbs and spices marinating in the fleshy parts.
Bloody and soft, like Aegon’s lips at the funeral.
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