Imagine being high as a kite or drunk out of your wits and being dragged into a bedroom where you’re stripped of your shirt, a guy straddling your waist as he runs his hands up your stomach, your chest, to your shoulders- practically purring as he grinded himself down on you, slow and sensual.
He himself had only taken off his pants halfway, trying to get you fully hard- not much effort needed. You groaned as you buck your hips upwards to urge him. You wanted to tell him to hurry up, feeling frustrated, but voices around spoke up for you. Whiny voices complained, telling the guy to move over if he was gonna take so long and do nothing.
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A few hours later, you had been used with no breaks, somehow dazed even further, forehead slick with sweat, hair clinging to yourself as you lay there obediently, panting into the air and huffing.
Fully stripped and laying there in all your naked glory, covered in cum, saliva and sweat, both yours and others, as well as red marks that screamed possession.
One guy of five was riding you viciously, clearly only caring for his own comfort and release- not that it mattered, whatever he was doing was pleasurable to yourself as well. You feel a puff of air on your face and look to the right to see one of the guys that had fucked himself stupid on your cock earlier sitting next to you, legs crossed and cigarette between his lips.
He smiles as he blows smoke in your face again, almost endeared as his free hand reaches down and runs itself through your hair. You whimper pitifully and the guy smirks as he takes another inhale, rubbing your face this way and that, caressing your cheek and rubbing your eyes.
“Looks like you want more. Want more, pretty boy?” He said it teasingly, like dangling a tantalizing piece of meat in front of you.
You nod your head immediately, clearly unknowing of what he was asking but agreeing anyway. Surely it’d only feel good? It’s only felt good so far. He chuckles, hand going to yours. He lifts it, maneuvers it so your index and middle fingers are out, then shoves them down your mouth.
You look confused as he instructs you to lick them. You do, and compliantly pull out when he tells you to. You watch in fascination as he lifts himself, and feel flustered seeing a liquid dripping down and out, and that feeling doubles as he guides your hand to his hole. He pushes it in, you stiffen up as he rests and relaxes down on your fingers, unconsciously feeling around.
He moans in bliss, smoke coming along with the exhale. It follows with a hiss as he bites down on his cigarette, feeling your fingers curiously poke around. Your groggy mind knew that your hand would eventually go numb, getting sat on by all that, so you instinctively started wiggling your fingers.
“Oh, yes..! Oh that feels so good.” He moaned, loud and pornographic. The other guys that had been lazing around, all having had their turn and recharging for another round look over. One of them was already dragging himself over to claim your other hand.
"Mm, that mouth is sitting there uselessly too... maybe we can give it a good purpose." One guy smirks, straddling your chest. You, knowing what he meant, obeyed and opened your mouth.
“Haah…” The guy riding you sighs. “You’re so pathetic... I was right, see? You were just made for our pleasure.” Your mind barely registered his demeaning words and instead took his smile as something positive, while bucking your hips and begging for release.
He laughed at your drunken naivety.
It was a long night and your only regret was not being awake and sober to properly remember it.
please write more amab reader PLsssSSSSS WE'RE IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL WITHOUT ANY NEW CONTENT
Only if you want too though im just a guy who loves dicking down tony stark
wrote a whole fic instead. hope you enjoy 😛
Roll Up The Partition, Please
$ log - tony stark can't even sit through the drive to a gala without getting needy and handsy with you. you just had to teach him a thing or two about good impressions and, hey, you've got an image to withhold too. you sort things out straight with in the backseat of his sleek ride — just enough to leave him wrecked and dazed.
$ warn --nsfw --amab!reader --dom!top!reader --brat-tamer!reader --sub!bot!tony --brat!tony --sensory-depriv(gag) --bondage --mating-press --teasing --orgasm-denial --dirty-talk --condescending --suit-ties-used --voyeurism-ish --backseat-sex --making-out --mocking --begging --needy --dry-humping --established-relationship
$ wc -w 2.7k
$ cd masterlist / tony-stark
$ echo "partition by beyonce esque; idrk how you two managed to fuck in the backseat, but you packaged him neatly, so there's that" > authors-note.txt
"Hold still, honey. If you keep squirming, this tie is going to look as crooked as your ego."
Tony scoffs, looking at himself in the mirror with that insufferable smirk. "My ego is perfectly symmetrical, babe. Besides, the cameras love the chaos. It’s called branding."
You grab the silk tie, looping it around his collar. But, instead of a gentle knot, you yank it tight, forcing his chin up. His breath hitches, eyes flashing with that familiar, exhilarating spark.
"The cameras can kiss your ass," you murmur, leaning in until your lips graze his ear. "Try to act right tonight. No grandstanding, no making a scene. Just stay by my side and keep your mouth shut."
"And miss the chance to be the center of attention? You're cruel, you know that?" Tony retorts, though his voice is a little thinner than usual. He reaches up, his fingers brushing yours as he tries to regain his composure, but you just tighten the knot one last time.
"I'm not being cruel, Tony. I'm being practical. If you can't behave, I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."
He scoffs, a lopsided, arrogant grin spreading across his face. "Is that a threat or a promise? Because you know damn well how much I love a challenge."
You give the tie one final, sharp tug, watching the way his eyes flutter for a split second before he masks it with that trademark Stark bravado. "It's a warning, Tony."
"Please," he rolls his eyes, though he doesn't pull away from your touch. He catches your gaze in the mirror, his smirk softening just enough to let the heat show. "You love the challenge just as much as I do. Now hurry up; we took forty-five minutes to get dressed up, won't even make it there."
The heavy door of the Maybach clicks shut, sealing the two of you into a world of leather, expensive cologne, and suffocating heat. The city lights smear past the tinted windows, but you aren't looking at the view.
Tony’s hand is already moving, restless and demanding. He’s bored of the small talk from the penthouse and he’s hungry for something real. His palm slides up your chest, his fingers grazing the fabric of your shirt before dipping lower, tracing the line of your thigh with a possessive intent.
"God, if I have to hear one more person talk about themselves before we even get there," he mutters, his voice dropping an octave as his hand finds the hem of your trousers.
He isn't being subtle; he’s being a brat, his fingers digging into your thigh with a desperate, needy friction.
"Tony, behave," you warn, though there's no real bite in it. You reach out, your hand clamping firmly over his to remind him exactly who is in control here. "We aren't even at the venue yet."
He lets out a low, frustrated huff, leaning into your space until his forehead rests against yours. "Who cares? The gala is a bore. This — " He slides his hand higher, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. " — This is the only part of the night worth a damn."
You grin, the heat in your gut turning into something much more predatory. You lean in, your lips brushing his ear, your voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "You're acting like a brat, Tony. Do you want me to make you behave before we even step out of this car?"
"Maybe," he challenges, his eyes dark and hooded as he pulls your hand closer to his own heat. "Maybe that's exactly what you should do."
He doesn't wait for an answer, his hand moving with a sudden, frantic urgency, sliding past the waistband of your trousers to find the hard, heavy cock of yours. He groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated want, as he begins to palm you with a rhythmic, demanding pressure that makes your vision swim.
"Careful," you growl, your fingers digging into his hip to steady him. "The driver is right there."
"Let him listen," Tony huffs, his ego flaring even through the haze of lust. He leans in, nipping at your lower lip before pulling back just enough to smirk. "He's seen me in worse states than this. Besides, he knows you're the only one who can actually handle me."
You let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound vibrating against his chest. Your hand moves from his thigh to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair to tilt his head back, exposing the line of his throat.
"Is that so?" you murmur, your thumb tracing the edge of his jaw. "Then let's see if you can handle being quiet for once."
You reach for the partition lever, your eyes locked on his.
With a sharp click, the glass partition glides up, sealing the backseat into a private, dimly lit sanctuary. The muffled sound of the engine and the distant hum of the city are all that remain, leaving nothing but the heavy, electric heat between the two of you.
Tony’s eyes widen slightly at the sound — a triumphant, wicked glint dancing in them. He knows exactly what that sound means.
He leans back into the leather, spreading his legs just enough to give you better access, his breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches.
"There," he whispers, his voice thick with anticipation, "now we can actually have some fun."
You shift, straddling his lap, the weight of your body forcing a low, shaky exhale from his lungs. The friction of your trousers against his is maddening; the rough, high end wool of your suits creates a heat that feels like it’s burning through the layers.
"You're so impatient," you murmur, your voice a low vibration as you lean down. You don't kiss him yet.
Instead, you just hover your lips just a fraction of an inch from his, letting him feel the heat of your breath. You watch his eyes flutter shut, his head lulling back against the leather headrest as he chases the contact you're teasingly withholding.
His hands are everywhere now, frantic and clumsy in his desperation. One hand is buried in your hair, pulling you closer, while the other claws at your waist, his fingers bunching the expensive fabric of your shirt.
The sensation of his palms sliding against your sides, the friction of your clothes grinding together with every shallow movement of your hips, is a slow torture.
"Don't — don't do that," Tony groans, a broken, needy sound that he’d never let anyone else hear. He tries to pull you down, to force the kiss, but you lean back just enough to keep him on the edge. "Just fucking kiss me already."
"Is that an order, sweetheart?" you tease, your hips performing a slow, agonisingly shallow grind against him. The sensation of your cock pressing through the layers of silk and wool is enough to make him gasp, his back arching off the leather seat.
"It's a suggestion. A very, very urgent suggestion," he pants, his eyes lidded and dark with a hunger that has nothing to do with the gala. He reaches down, his hands fumbling with the belt of your trousers, his movements uncharacteristically uncoordinated as he tries to bridge the gap between your skin and his.
You catch his wrists, pinning them against the seat for a moment to regain control. The friction of your thighs rubbing together, the heavy, rhythmic pressure of your weight as you settle deeper into his lap, is driving the tension to a breaking point.
Every movement is deliberate, every slide of your hips a calculated move to keep him right on the precipice.
The logistics of it all were very lost in the suffocating sensations emitting off you two. But you found the right angle, while he rummaged haphazardly through the seat pockets for the spare lube he always keeps for times like this.
Both yours and his ties were unfortunately sacrificed for this quick little mess in the backseat. Yours tied his wrists tight above his head, making him grasp flimsily at the leather. Tony's effectively just silenced him — a bundle of smooth fabric shoved past those pretty lips.
A heavy, deep thrust forces a muffled, high pitched whine out of his throat. You’ve got his knees shoved so far up against his chest that he’s completely folded, his hips tilted up to take every inch of you. Every time you bottom out, his head thrashes against the leather, his eyes rolling back as the sheer depth of you makes him forget how to breathe.
Tony tries to pull the tie out of his mouth, a desperate attempt to snark at you, to tell you you're being too rough, but you just shove him back down, your hands clamping onto his thighs to hold him steady.
"Shut up, Tony," you growl, your voice a low rumble as you drive into him again. "You're supposed to be a genius, but you can't even handle a little bit of attention without losing your mind."
He tries to let out a defiant scoff, but it comes out as a pathetic, wet sound — you're hitting him so deep he can't even form a thought. You reach down, your hand sliding between your bodies to wrap around his cock, your thumb grinding hard against his tip with every thrust.
He lets out a muffled, desperate whimper, his eyes blowing wide and glassy as he looks up at you, completely undone.
"Look at you," you smirk, watching the way his chest heaves, his ego completely stripped away by the sheer force of you. "Where's all that Stark attitude now? You're just a mess for me, aren't you?"
You don't give him the release he's begging for. You lean in, your teeth grazing his earlobe as you pick up the pace, your thrusts becoming faster and more punishing. You can feel him trembling under you, his entire body vibrating with the effort of trying to stay composed while you're systematically destroying him.
"Should I cum in ya, Tony?" you murmur, your voice dripping with a cruel sort of playfulness as you drive into him one last time, bottoming out so hard he lets out a muffled, broken cry against the gag. "Make a little stain for the cameras to find when we walk in? Give them something real to gossip about?"
He’s completely gone. The billionaire, the genius, the man who always has a comeback is just a dazed, panting mess, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he stares up at you. He tries to form words around the silk in his mouth, letting out soft, desperate murmurs
"Please — mmph — please," he whimpers, the words barely intelligible through the fabric, but the desperation in his eyes says it all. Tony’s trying to beg, trying to tell you how much he needs it, his hips bucking instinctively against you in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm.
But you don't give him the satisfaction.
You pull out of him with a sudden, agonising slowness, leaving him twitching and breathless in the sudden coldness of the air. He's left hanging on the edge — his body trembling with the unspent tension, his eyes searching yours for a mercy you have no intention of giving.
You take a moment to just watch him, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips as he lies there, a wrecked, dazed mess in the backseat. He looks like he’s forgotten there’s even an event waiting for him, his mind completely wiped clean by you.
Taking a bit of mild pity for your lover, you decide to leave him something to remember the ride by. You reach down, delivering a few stinging backhands to his arse — the sound of sharp skin shitting echoing in the small space.
“Just leaving some handprints and good grips all on ya, honey,” you murmured sweetly, smiling at his low whines at each hit — you made sure to use a firm grip too.
“Please, babe — ” Tony tried to beg, but half his syllables were muffled, “ — need’ta cum, please, don’t — ”
"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart," you coo, a low, dark chuckle vibrating in your chest as you watch his eyes plead for mercy.
You’re straining against your own aching heat, your pulse thrumming with the need to orgasm too. But you keep your composure. "I've got an image to maintain, too. We can't exactly walk into a gala looking like we just finished a marathon."
You lean down, your lips brushing his as you reach up to pull the tie from his mouth. The moment the silk clears his lips, he lets out a broken, needy groan, his voice a wrecked, desperate rasp.
"Please, just — fuck — you're killing me," he gasps, his voice a wrecked, desperate rasp as he tries to pull you down, his head thrashing against the leather. He’s practically vibrating, his hips jerking in a futile attempt to find the friction you just snatched away.
Instead of giving Tony the orgasm he’s screaming for, you lean in and capture his mouth in a deep kiss. You drink in his pleas, swallowing his desperate murmurs of "Please, baby, please" as you make out with him with a frantic, hungry intensity.
Even with his wrists still tied tight above his head, he clings to you, his body arching toward yours as if he could force the connection back through sheer willpower.
You pull back just enough to smirk at him, watching the way his eyes are blown wide and glazed with pure lust. You're still aching, still straining against your own suit pants. But, hey, you could just drag him by the spare tie after his speech, use his mouth for the while.
The car comes to a smooth, silent halt, the engine's hum dying down to leave only the sound of your heavy, synchronised breathing. The adrenaline is still humming through your veins — an electric heat that makes your skin feel too tight — but the reality of the venue is pressing in.
"Over there," you murmur, nodding toward the grand entrance of the gala as the tinted windows reveal a swarm of flashing lights. "I swear I just saw the cameras flash. They're waiting for the golden couple."
Tony lets out a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a laugh, his head falling back against the leather. He’s a total wreck — hair mussed, lips swollen, eyes still dazed and unfocused from the sheer intensity of you. He looks like he’s been through some marathon alright — his chest still heaving as he tries to pull his dignity back together from the floor of the Maybach.
You reach out, giving him a wry smile as you pat his jaw, treating him like a particularly well behaved, albeit exhausted, mutt. "There we go. Try to look like a billionaire and not a man who just got thoroughly dismantled in a moving vehicle."
Tony lets out a huff, a ghost of his usual snark returning to his eyes even as he winces from the lingering ache in his hips. "You're a menace," he mutters, though the way he leans into your touch tells a completely different story. "A beautiful, sadistic menace."
"Maybe," you shrug, your fingers lingering on his skin for a second too long as you begin to untie his wrists, though you don't bother fixing his hair or fixing his tie.
You leave him a little dishevelled, a little breathless, and entirely yours.
"Well," you say, smoothing down your own suit and checking your reflection in the darkened window with a predatory glint in your eyes, "looks like we're going in tie-less. At least our suits are matching."
Tony lets out a low, shaky breath, trying to straighten his shoulders even as his legs still feel like jelly.
He catches your gaze, a wicked, knowing smirk finally tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the exhaustion. "Fine by me. Let them wonder why the great Tony Stark looks like he just won the lottery and lost his mind at the same time."
You laugh, a rich, dark sound, and reach for the door handle. The world is waiting, but as you step out into the blinding flash of the paparazzi, you know the real show is still happening right beneath the surface.
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
This is important to reblog for yourself too, not just for others to see it. You never know when something could come up and if you need help it’s right there on your blog
Pairing: Aerion Targaryen x m!stark!reader
Rating: T
Word Count: 3029
Prompt: Soulmates
When Aerion's red soulmate string appears he does not hesitate to follow it all the way to where you are.
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A/N: I really enjoyed their dynamic way more than I thought, please let me know ya'll want to see more of these two.
Content Tags: male reader, reader is a first born Stark, reader is referred to as Lord, alternative verse - modern setting, modern Westeros, soulmates bond, red string of fate, aristocratic roles are still a thing, Aerion POV
Aerion Targaryen has no time for soulmates. His entire life, it's all he's heard about, through schooling, into college, and after it. Soulmates, soulmates, soulmates. Some mystical stupid line of red string that would appear around his wrist and lead him to whoever suited him best. Of course, as if it were not annoying enough, the string isn't always there; it just shows up randomly one day to cause trouble.
He's listened to his mom's bright and bushy-tailed gushing about Maekar all his life. The red lines around their wrists are always present, a reminder of their dumb bond. His father's embarrassingly whipped. Valarr has been making it his problem all damn summer when his showed up to lead straight to some pink-haired Tyrosh model.
Aerion's wrist remains, as he suspects it always will, empty of a red string. Not everyone has a soulmate, apparently; that's the ironic part.
Leave it to the world to say love is out there and then follow it up with but not for you. Fuck soulmates and Valarr's girlfriend and Daeron's hopefully speeches about how his will appear someday. If it does, he'll be too drunk to notice it.
He's done with the whole thing. Done with thinking about it. Done with considering who in the world would suit him.
Aerion is completely fed up until his hand reaches forward to press to the steering wheel of his car to see a thin red line with a dangling ethereal string that flows left.
And then all of his complaining vanishes like a puff of smoke, and he's driving. Following the string as he leaves the estate behind and hits the highway fast. He drives for hours. Two, five, eight. At hour fourteen he pulls into a hotel, passes out, and is back in the car again as soon as he's awake.
He crosses near the entire length of the country, through the flower fields of the Reach, across bridges and wetlands, and up into the North. Through the mountains, past dark pine forests until he can see the Wall itself. It's not as tall as it used to be, or so history says.
Apparently it's half the height it once was, but it's tall enough he can see it clearly from miles away. Every once and awhile he finds himself checking the thread looped around his wrist, making certain he is heading in the right direction.
He's a little worried as he drives that they're going to turn him away at the gates; Castle Black is not an area that Aerion is confident he will have jurisdiction over. Being a prince tends to get him into the door of most places, but the North has always been restrictive. They love their laws up here.
The roads narrow and signs appear for different turnoffs. The Wall is one of the biggest prison reformation systems they have in the country, and his car is hating the heavily salted roads and fluttering snow. The heat is blasting to keep the cold from creeping in, but even then he's aware that he's brought no coat. He's in a fucking silk t-shirt.
A shiver runs through him as he follows the thread through one of the exit turnoffs. It leads him to a gated checkpoint. There's an armed guard in a tiny building beside the fence, the barbed wire and chain link pulled shut. Is his soulmate a criminal? He doesn't much give a shit, but it'll make things difficult.
Once someone is sent to the Wall, they aren't generally allowed to leave. He'll have to use every privilege to get them out. Gods forbid, he might have to ask his uncle for a favor.
He rolls his window down and immediately regrets it as he comes to a stop, shivering as the cold buffets his car. The guard clearly thinks he's nuts. "Orders and ID?" The guardsman asks.
Aerion shivers as he pulls out his wallet and shows his ID. "I'm Prince Aerion Targaryen." He says, "My presence is not expected, but I'll be heading inside regardless."
This was clearly not what the other man was expecting. He looks at the ID, then at Aerion, then at his every expensive car. "One moment, sir. Let me reach out to someone ... um, someone else."
Unwilling to freeze to death before he finds his other half, Aerion rolls up the window. Though he is irritated that he needs to wait at all. Being a prince should have at least gotten him through the first damn checkpoint.
It takes them ages before a different man is at his window, cleaner, more put together. Aerion rolls down the window halfway, heat cranked as high as it can go.
"Please pull through and park in one of the spaces with the yellow signs, Prince Aerion. Our warden will meet you there." He says, pointing north, as if he's not gone north enough.
He rolls up the window and heads through the gate as it's opened for him, parking in one of the spaces as directed, labeled visitor parking. Aerion glances in his back seat, looking for any sign of something to wear. The only thing in there, to his dismay, is one of Daeron's sweat-stained sweaters he's left on the floor.
"Son of a bitch." He mumbles to himself, looking down at his designer shirt and then back at the sweater—of course it has a wine stain. The cold shouldn't kill him; there will be heat inside. He forgoes the stained thing and chooses to shiver with his pride intact.
He steps out into the freezing snow. Castle Black is half old stone and half concrete, changed and modernized over the years. New and old meet together as he walks toward a man moving fast in his direction. The Wall warden from the looks of his uniform, is finally someone worth talking to.
"Prince Aerion, we weren't expecting you." Aerion shivers, shoving his hands in his slacks' pockets as he heads for the door, eager to escape the wind. To his dismay, once they step inside, it isn't that much warmer, only less windy. He shivers so hard his teeth clack together.
"Yes, well, as you can see from my clothing, I wasn't expecting to make the trip." He says snappishly as they walk further into the building. It's a tad warmer away from the doors, but still, he cannot stop shivering. Aerion was not designed for such cold.
He glances down at his wrist; the red string is still there, still leading him. Aerion feels like whoever he is looking for must be in this building. That doesn't mean much. Prisoners don't stay in Castle Black, but the enlisted may. Those who choose to come to the Wall out of some wild sense of duty.
"To what do we owe the pleasure?" The warden asks, but Aerion can tell from his expression and tone it is not much of a pleasure at all and is in fact probably what he'd consider a big fucking inconvenience.
Aerion should have worn the wine-stained sweater; it's freezing in here. But then he's never been all that good with the cold.
"I'm looking for someone." Aerion explains and lifts his wrist in explanation. The warden takes one look at the red string and schools his entire face, but not fast enough that Aerion does not make out the fierce sudden irritation.
"We've had people show up at our gates for that reason before." The warden says as they dip into his office. This room is thankfully warmer than the hall. There's a heater running in the corner, and he fights the urge to go stand in front of it.
"It won't take me long; I just need to find whoever it is, and I'll be on my way."
The warden blinks, and the smile he wears is the same one you give a very small, very stupid child. "Those promised to the Wall stay at the Wall ... your grace."
Aerion doesn't give a single fuck about the northmen's rules regarding some giant ice sculpture. If his soulmate is here, then they are leaving with him. End of story.
"Well, I don't know who it is, do I?" He lifts his chin, sheer power of will repressing his teeth from chattering. "Could be someone not sworn to the Wall."
"Everyone here is sworn to the Wall, sir." The warden says, "Even I am sworn to the Wall."
Aerion can feel one of his eyes twitch as he sets the man with a long stare. "Well, it's a good thing you're not who I'm here for then, isn't it?" He drawls, "I will be following - "
The door opens. You step through; it takes him a moment to place the face. Eyes he recognizes, a dark wool coat with direwolf-shaped buttons. A Stark.
His wrist feels like it's being tugged, and when he looks down at it, the thread runs all the way to your wrist. Tying the two of you together.
You look at him; he looks at you.
The two of you have met before at a few political functions. You're the heir to the Stark line, set to inherit the North. The Wall will be your lovely responsibility someday.
You glance toward the warden and then toward Aerion. The silence in the room grows taut.
"You're in a t-shirt," You say at last, disapproval heavy in your tone before you proceed to strip off your coat and chuck it at him.
"I take it he's here for me, warden?" You ask.
"That's right, Lord Stark. He was becoming insistent."
Aerion feels the coat beneath his hands, thick, body-warmed, and lined on the inside with fur. Far superior to his brother's wine-soaked sweater. He pulls it on without thought. As if it were natural, and only after he has gone through with the motion does he realize how strange a thing that is to do.
To put on your jacket, a man he barely knows, without consideration. And it seems that you might feel the same way because you look just as surprised to have thrown it at him in the first place. The two of you continue to stare at each other.
The warden shuffles awkwardly. "Would you like me to lend you the room, Lord Stark?"
"No need; I can handle this from here. Return to your post." You set Aerion with a look, and he's rising without thought, following without word. Like he understands you, like you somehow understand him. It is the strangest feeling in the world.
Once the two of you return to the hall, you set them toward the exit. Aerion follows wordlessly; finally warm enough, the shivering has ebbed. "Did you come straight here once it appeared?" You ask, looking down at your wrist. There was a sweater beneath your jacket, more black, the sleeves made of leather. Everything about you seems well put together. Neat, organized, free of wrinkles.
Aerion has always put stock in his own appearance. Looking the part, being seen as someone higher than mere mortals is important to him. He is the long lost Targaryen dynasty and the dragon bones that now sit in museums.
People like to wear purple contacts, but his eyes are the real thing.
"I did," Aerion admits, shoving his hands into the pockets of your jacket without thinking. There's something inside the left one, and he twists it curiously in his hand to identify it. A Zippo lighter.
You are as stoic as he remembers you to be. Reserved in that way of the Starks. A religious family steeped in tradition. Not that the Targaryens are dripping with their own traditions. They are royalty after all.
The door opens, and this time he feels somewhat capable of handling it. Still, he shivers once more.
"Button it." Stark says, "There's a hat in the inner pocket if you want it."
Aerion would normally refuse; a knit cap is going to do nothing for his hair, but as he gets blasted with a sudden rush of wind, he changes his mind and pulls the black beanie down onto his head, silver hair be damned.
He does as he is bid and buttons it. You are not even bothered as you lead him in a new direction. "Where are we going?" He calls, walking quicker to keep up with your long strides through the packed snow.
You look over at him, and there is the barest hint of amusement in the corner of your mouth. The attraction is so immediate it startles him. His violet eyes get stuck on the shape of your mouth as you answer, watching your lips move, "Up."
Aerion looks toward the open-air elevator you are walking towards and groans. "Why?"
Your chuckle is genuine. "You can get in your car and go home, my prince. Don't let me keep you." The title sounds teasing, like you've figured out already what will draw a reaction from him. You pull one of the metal doors open and step inside. It feels like a challenge.
Aerion never turns his back on a challenge. It is a matter of Targaryen pride. He steps stubbornly into the elevator cage, hunching into the collar of his borrowed coat as you slam the metal bar into place to keep the doors closed.
You press a button to the side, and the whole thing creaks, metal on metal, before the advance begins.
"Did you drive all the way from the Stormlands?" You ask, taking a step back. Aerion follows and finds the wind is less sharp when near the back of the elevator, hidden in the ice-carved shaft.
Aerion nods.
You look at him in your sweater. He's still freezing, but you're relaxed. No sign of discomfort, not even red in the face. Strange northman. It is oddly comfortable despite the cold, being near you. Aerion has always struggled to fit in anywhere he goes.
He is aware enough that he is different than other people. Angrier, more volatile. Maekar has tried to correct it; give him avenues for that anger. Fencing, hunting, boxing. The list goes on, and he's good with his hands, good at drawing blood but not so good at making real friends.
All his friends like him for is his wealth and privilege. You have both in your own way as a Stark. The divide is not so great; at least Aerion wants to think so.
The elevator just keeps going, up and up until things grow small below. Castle Black shrinks by the second, cars turning into blobs of color. The silence does not feel stifling, and he finds no need to fill it, like he normally does. It is nothing but the clang of gears, pulleys, and chains. You stand beside him, each breath a puff in front of your face.
"Why are we going to the top?" Aerion asks, hells you're only a little over halfway there from the looks of it.
"You drove what, twenty hours, following that string?" You say, eyes out toward the snow-covered trees. "That means you're here for me, and if you're here for me, I'm this Wall."
You gesture with your hand toward the icy trough you travel up. "Understanding me means knowing what it looks like out there, beyond the Wall."
Aerion gets what you're trying to say; this is your version of his dragon skulls. A way of demonstrating what you stand for, and why not see it given he is already here? At least there's no need to convince you to break an oath. You're not promised to this freezing pit.
The elevator shrieks to a stop sharply; he feels the vibration of it run through him. Aerion tenses, paranoid for a split second that the chain will snap and he'll plummet all the way back down, but you open the door like there's nothing to fear and set out entirely unbothered.
There are a few people up here, but they don't pay you any mind; a few nod their heads. One greets you with a quick Lord Stark, they barely even look at Aerion. There's gravel spread across the ice in sheets of grey, and it crunches as the two of you make for the other side. It's thicker than he thought it would be, wide enough to drive two cars down side by side.
You pause, outlooking the great untouched north beyond the Wall. Even now no attempts have been made to build civilization out this far. A few companies have attempted over the years to log it or search for ore or oil, but it never goes anywhere.
It's just trees as far as the eye can see. All whites and greens. The wind cuts like a knife. Without the coat he would be a complete mess. But there is something in the sight, the great untamed.
A wildness that he can see in you and your eyes as you stare out at the forest. Like calling to like. As if you were made for this place, to stand on this Wall.
"Will you come to Summerhall?" Aerion asks, staring toward the ancient pines. So many stories have been told about this place, legends, fables, and forum bullshit.
"For a time." You agree. "Will you come to Winterfell?"
Aerion echoes your words back. "For a time."
He plays with the lid of the lighter in his pocket.
"You smoke?" Aerion asks, feeling the metal against his thumb. It's got something carved into it. A cigarette at the edge of the world sounds kind of fitting. He wouldn't be adverse to the idea.
You smirk and hold out your hand, gesturing for him to hand the lighter over. Aerion slips the metal from his pocket and tosses it.
You catch it and, with a flick of your wrist, pop the lid and ignite the flame. Even in the heavy wind, it flickers there, orange and hot blue, revealing the dragon carved in the metal.
Your grin is infectious, hopeful. It lights a Targaryen fire in his chest as you say, "Nah, guess I just saw you coming."
01. Before Writing the Kiss Scene: Create the Atmosphere and Build it Up
Construct a proper atmosphere by describing the setting they are in. For example, for a couple, they may be strolling on the beach, so build an atmosphere by describing the waves, sand, smell, weather, etc.
Now, for build up you could describe them brushing hands, hesitating to hold hands—it creates romantic tension. Rather than making them lip smash each other right away, I recommend making them initiate a conversation that eventually leads to the kiss scene itself, or they could be cliche by being clumsy and tripping over to face plant each other (if you're going for that direction). How you build up the romantic tension is entirely up to you, of course.
Example
The beach was nearly empty by the time they reached it, the last streaks of sunset fading into deep violet over the horizon. Waves rolled onto the shore in a slow, steady rhythm, the foam curling around their feet before slipping back into the ocean. The air smelled of salt and damp sand, mixed with the faint sweetness of sunscreen lingering from the daytime crowds. A cool breeze drifted off the water, tugging at her hair every few seconds and carrying the distant cry of seagulls overhead.
They walked side by side without saying much at first. Their shoulders brushed now and then, each accidental touch lingering longer than it should have. He kept glancing at her hand swinging near his, hesitating every time their fingers almost met. Finally, while laughing at something small and forgettable, she hooked her pinky around his for half a second before pulling away again.
“You know,” he said, trying—and failing—to sound casual, “you do that on purpose.”
“Do what?”
“That.”
She smiled to herself, eyes fixed on the waves. “Maybe.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It felt warm, filled by the sound of the surf and the soft crunch of sand beneath their shoes. A stronger gust of wind swept past, and she stumbled slightly on the uneven shoreline. He caught her instinctively, one hand at her waist, the other around hers at last.
For a moment neither of them moved.
The world seemed quieter suddenly—the ocean distant, the breeze gentler, everything narrowing down to the space between them. She looked up at him with a nervous laugh still caught in her throat, and he smiled back, softer this time.
Then, slowly enough to give her time to pull away, he leaned in and kissed her while the waves folded onto the shore behind them.
02. Don't Focus on the Lips—Focus on the Whole Body
Heart rate: usually increases or skips a beat.
Eyes: darken or dilate, flutter closed.
Mouth: think texture as well as action, as in warm, firm, soft, dry, wet, covering, brushing
Hair: texture and how the kissing partner touches it, soft, skimming, tangling, burying, combing, gentle, roughly.
Hands: touching, cupping, squeezing, sliding, gripping, curling, guiding. [Credit to Lexi_Banner on Reddit for these bullet points].
Tip: Utilize the five senses in your description. And don't use too much flowery language.
03. Describe What They're Thinking and Feeling
During the kiss scene, characters can be hyper aware of themselves and their bodies and even concerned about how they are perceived, so as much as other details of the body are important in describing a kiss scene, don't get too lost in it. Instead, focus on their POV and how they feel during the moment.
What they think and feel about it depends on the type of kiss given, who their partner is, the context of the scene, and the stage of their relationship.
Example
She could feel her heartbeat everywhere—in her throat, in her fingertips, even in the nervous way she kept tucking hair behind her ear. When he stepped closer, she suddenly became painfully aware of herself: whether her breath still tasted like the mint she’d chewed earlier, whether her hands looked awkward just hanging there.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured.
“So are you.”
He laughed softly at that, nervous too, and somehow that made it easier.
When he kissed her, it wasn’t dramatic or perfect. His hand trembled slightly where it rested against her arm, and for a second she forgot what she was supposed to do with her own. But then he smiled against her lips—small, shy, real—and the tightness in her chest melted into warmth.
After that, she stopped worrying about how the kiss looked and only noticed how safe he made her feel.
04. Types of Kisses
They are many types of kisses, ranging from being sweet, passionate, lustful, and many more.
∘ Forehead Kiss
Soft and lingering, usually more comforting than passionate. It feels warm, protective, like someone quietly saying I’m here without needing words.
∘ First Kiss
Awkward in the sweetest way—hesitant smiles, nervous laughter, hearts racing louder than thoughts. Every tiny touch feels amplified because neither person wants to ruin the moment.
∘ Desperate Kiss
Fast, uneven, full of emotion that’s been held back too long. Breaths catch between words, hands grip tighter than intended, and it feels less graceful than urgent.
∘ Goodbye Kiss
Slow and heavy with things left unsaid. The person lingers just a second too long, trying to memorize the feeling before letting go.
∘ Playful Kiss
Quick pecks between laughter and teasing. It’s lighthearted, affectionate, full of stolen moments and crooked smiles.
∘ Rain Kiss
Cold rain, warm skin, soaked clothes clinging everywhere while neither person cares. The kiss feels cinematic mostly because emotions are running higher than usual.
∘ Reassuring Kiss
Gentle and grounding. One person kisses the other not out of passion alone, but to calm them, steady them, remind them they’re loved.
∘ Angry Kiss
Sharp, emotionally messy, fueled by tension and frustration. It usually happens right after an argument when emotions spill over into something reckless.
∘ Sleepy Kiss
Lazy and unguarded, usually shared in the quiet hours of the morning or late at night. It’s less about passion and more about comfort, like instinctively reaching for someone half-awake.
∘ Jealous Kiss
Possessive without meaning to be. There’s tension underneath it—an unspoken you’re mine—mixed with relief once the other person kisses back.
∘ Secret Kiss
Quick glances beforehand, held breaths afterward. Every tiny sound or movement feels dangerous, which somehow makes the moment more exciting.
∘ Drunk Kiss
Messy, uncoordinated, emotionally honest in ways sober people try to avoid. Sometimes reckless, sometimes unexpectedly sincere.
∘ Unexpected Kiss
The kind that leaves both people frozen afterward, staring at each other in shock. Time seems to pause while they silently process what just changed between them.
∘ Comfort Kiss
Given during tears, stress, or exhaustion. It’s gentle, patient, and more about reassurance than romance.
∘ Long-Awaited Kiss
Built on weeks, months, maybe years of tension. By the time it finally happens, the emotional release matters more than the kiss itself.
05. More Helpful Resources
Vocabulary List for Kiss Scenes
Writing a First Kiss Scene
How to Write a Great Kiss Scene
50 Ways to Describe a Kiss Scene Without Sounding Repetitive
How To Write A Kiss Scene: An Illustrated Guide
Top Ten First Kiss Scenes In Books Part 1 and Part 2
you might get a new exiting idea every day and start planning it, promising yourself “this is the one im going to finish” but still ending up abandoning it for another one by next week because it either stopped being exiting or you ran into an issue which convinced you its too difficult or just wrong
you can fix this by reflecting and using your revelations to choose the right project
what do you like? what do you like reading about? what do you like writing about? what do you know a lot about? what are you good at writing about?
accept that there may be ideas you like as concepts, maybe you’d like reading them but not writing it into a book yourself.
is there an idea/theme/anything you’ve had in mind for a long time and havent abandoned? why is that different? list things you’ve liked for a long time. doesnt even have to be writing related
there are many new exiting things to put your focus on for a week or maybe even month but if you truly want to be consistent, its time to look at what you’re able to be consistent about
at what point do you usually abandon projects? why? whats the furthest youve gotten? what got you there?
its really important to understand the reason behind abandoning your previous projects to do your best avoiding that in the future
whats your favourite part of the writing process? which one do you struggle with the most? which part do you simply dislike? is it possible that maybe you only like the idea of writing a book or having written a book? why do you want to be a writer
when choosing a project, consider how much you’d get to do the parts you like about writing and how much you’d have to face the parts you dont
what do you usually do when faced with a hardship during the writing process? what could you do better? if someone came to you and told you all of these problems, what advice would you give them? do you think you give up too easily? what makes you give up exactly (a feeling, a thought, a mindset, a trait, etc)? what would happen if you never changed any of this? would you even finish a book ever?
the writing process isnt easy. there isnt a single author that didnt go through writers block or a plot hole that seeemed impossible to solve at the time. this is why its inportant to have the right project that is worth fighting those hardships for while enjoying the journey
try to understand the difference between something not being right for you and something simply being difficult at the time
is this project you?
is this the project you’d like to be known for?
why this project? what does it mean to you? what do you like about it?
is this the project you see yourself writing about, every step of the way? it could be helpful to make a list of everything you’d need to do in order to finish this specific project—researching a specific topic needed for the worldbuilding, coming up with all the characters, etc
which parts of this book would you enjoy writing about? which parts would you not? is it worth it?
if you find that this project isnt right, revisit the first reflection list you made and choose some key elements you’d like to include in your books, be known for, and write about. revisit your book ideas and put together a book idea that includes these elements and do reflection on that one too
whenever you feel like giving up, ask why. is it because you no longer like the project or is it just difficult? why? maybe the problem is not the project but what it has become? try going back to the very start and core of the idea and seeing when it turned into what it has become? if this is true and you realise you dont like your project anymore, go back and change the entire thing. its totally okay and happens to writers all the time. this isnt wasted effort, this is you discovering yourself as a writer and what you want your project to be. its never too late to change up everything about your project.
to solve this, make a mindmap of every possible path your story could take. write down everything and choose 2-3 you like most. then write them all down separately and reflect on which one would be the best. list the pros and cons of each one. remember: reflection is so important in every step of the way
before giving up
lets say you found yourself stuck again. everything seems difficult and you want to give up. remember that you’ve come so far. remember that its okay. and remember how many times this has happened in the past. you’ll most likely run into this moment with every single project and multiple times at that.
do all of those same steps again. reflect. change it up.
what exactly is the problem and how could it be fixed? (yes, it can be fixed but you might be looking at the problem the wrong way. you need a fresh perspective)
if you still feel like giving up, tell yourself “i can give up if i still want to after this step”
let go of all pressure and think of whatever you’re stuck on. maybe its a plot hole, maybe you cant figure out what should happen next, maybe your characters arent working with you how you want them to. now, without any pressure (just let go, maybe take a break, meditate) just think of the stupidest solutions. think of this project as something that barely matters to you. like it belongs to your friend you’re giving advice to.
i was totally stuck on where i wanted my book to go because no matter what i chose, there was an impossible plot hole i had to solve. that was until i let go of all the pressure and a totally unexpected solution just found me. something id never have come up with if i kept on cracking my brains to the point of hating writing, myself as a writer, the project itself, and everything else for that matter. i took a break, i looked over what i had with a fresh perspective and the starting idea it all sparked from. i realised that i could just switch up some things that i never even thought i could change because they were part of the starting point of the idea. i did what i feared would ruin the entire idea but in reality, it saved the entire book.
remember youre not alone, there have been millions of authors feeling the same way you do now. and you can use that to your advantage. look for other peoples stories and advice. look at interviews of (your favourite) authors (or artists in general), look for tips, reflect on everything, learn through trial, error, and reflection

and if none of this works, try writing short stories
A/n: Finale of the immortal Jacaerys AU! ~16.6k words
Warnings: Medieval to Modern AU, angsty(?), it’s more one sided pining, one sided love/romance(?), male reader dies (in one lifetime), betrayal, a/b/o (alpha jacaerys velaryon x omega male reader), Jacaerys is immortal, Male reader is a witch, death and descriptions of it, poison and the results of being poisoned, NSFW language (like right at the end.). That’s all I think, sorry if I missed any!
Find Part 3: Here.
“Dad I need your spell book.” Visenya says trying to be unassuming. “Oh sure. Uhm- here?” You’re unsure of yourself as you hold out your hand palm up trying to manifest your book. Your hand shakes from the straining, but you mange to bring it into physical existence. “Whew. Here you go.” You take a breath, you grab it by the binding, before walking over and handing it to Visenya. “Thanks dad.” Visenya smiles, watching you sit back down. She thumbs through your spell book. Each spell of her is a copy of yours, she has an identical one, she’s nearly half way through the book until she freezes. “Jacaerys I found it.” She whispers. “This spell right here.” Her finger points to it. The sigil for it is ominous, scary, foreboding. “I’m not getting a good vibe from it.” Jacaerys whispers. “Neither am I.” Visenya whispers. “Hey dad?” She calls out. “Yeah, sweetie?” You respond, still texting away. “Can you tell me what this spell does?” She asks. “Yeah, sure.” You put your phone away, walking over to her. “Which one?” You ask. “This one.” She points to it. You look at her with a smirk before looking back to the page. “Haha very funny.” You drawl. “There’s nothing there.” You giggle. “Are you sure dad?” She asks concerned. “Yeah here look.” You cup your hands over her eyes, you whisper something that seems to echo just as quietly. Visenya’s vision shifts from her own eyes to yours. “Oh my god there’s nothing there.” She mumbles. “Huh, okay thanks dad.” She says louder. “Gonna have to wake up earlier to get one over on me.” You giggle, walking back to your seat.
“Fuck.” Visenya mutters. “So what does this mean?” Jacaerys asks concerned. “I’m gonna have to draw it.” Visenya whispers. “Right now? In front of him?” Jacaerys panics. “I doubt he’ll be able to see it. I just saw it through his eyes, there’s nothing in his book.” Visenya stresses. “It’s either this, or we’ve reach the end of our rope.” She throws her hands up. “Fuck.” Jacaerys dragged his hand down his face. “Okay, go ahead. Do it.” He sighs deeply. Visenya nods, she gets up, moving the middle of the room. She starts whispering the incantation in your book, her finger draws a magic circle in front of her, it slowly appears on the ground. She starts to sweat as she reaches the mid point of the spell. “Fuck, it’s hard to control this much magic. I can’t believe dad was able to do this as he was burning alive.” Visenya mutters, before continuing the circle. When she finishes, and the magic circle closes, it has an eerie purple glow, pulsing like it’s alive. Visenya looks at the circle, before stepping in it. A few seconds pass, before she gasps, and the circle shatters. “Visenya what’s wrong what did you see?” Jacaerys asks. “Her spell probably failed, seemed like she was using more magic than she could handle.” You chime in. “She’ll be okay, she can draw in more from the environment.” You add gingerly.
“Yeah thanks dad.” Visenya sarcastically responds. “Sweetie, you’re immortal. Magic depletion can’t kill you.” You giggle. “Probably doesn’t feel too good, but it can’t kill you.” You add. “Or does my little girl want me to kiss her boo-boo better?” You ask with a playful frown. “Dad don’t embarrass me.” Visenya pleads, blush dusting her face. You laugh, and stick your tongue at her. “Jacaerys…” Visenya walks over, looking pale. “It’s not good.” She stresses. “That spell…it’s to increase your magical ability.” She shudders. “Isn’t that good for you guys?” Jacaerys asks nonplussed. “No you don’t get it. A spell like that doesn’t come without drawbacks.” She revealed. “When I stepped in it, the magic circle? I guess, asked me what emotion and which memories I was sacrificing.” Her gaze meets Jacaerys’, he can see the fear and heartache on through her eyes. Jacaerys tilts his head, his eyes seem to twitch and they move back and forth rapidly. “He wrote about that spell in his diary. He said it was dreadful, that he couldn’t imagine himself using it.” Jacaerys shakes. “When did you say he used it?” He asks, eyes welling up. “When you burned him at the stake.” Visenya says softly. Jacaerys takes a shuddering breath, his tears cascading down his face. “What’s the chance he used that spell first, then used the other spell to save you?” He manages to get out. “I’m not following?” Visenya says confused. “What if (Y/n) didn’t have enough magic to save you, so he used that spell, traded love and all of his previously past lives to save you?” Jacaerys clarifies through his sobs and sniffles.
Visenya’s eyes widen, her knees almost buckle underneath her, she manages to sit down next to him. She takes a shuddering breath, hands gripping her own knees. “That’s a possibility…I don’t know…” She admits with a breathy laugh. She claps her face twice. “Okay think. Think Visenya.” She mutters closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. “Okay. So either I keep drawing that magic circle and try to reverse-engineer it so I can make a spell that reverses it?” Visenya says unsure. “I’m not even sure that’s possible.” She murmurs. “How so?” Jacaerys probes. “Where would things like that even be stored? Where can you keep someone’s emotional capacity for love? Where can you put the memories of countless lifetimes?” Visenya shakes under the weight of the impossible task. “Do we have other options?” Jacaerys grits his teeth. “I could draw it and get my dad to walk into it. Maybe it would ask him if he wanted to reverse it? Or maybe it would tell him he’s already used it and that could jog some of his memory?” Visenya postulates. “This went from bad to worse Jacaerys.” She slowly shakes her head.
Jacaerys grits his teeth, his eyes flit about trying to find a solution he can’t see. “Why don’t we ask (Y/n)?” He asks with clarity. “He doesn’t even remember the spell. What could he possibly tell us?” Visenya says exasperated. “He made it. He might know where those things go when they’re taken.” Jacaerys theorizes. Visenya exhales. “Maybe you’re right.” She mutters. “Hey dad!” She calls out. “Yeah, sweetie?” You call back. “What would you do with someone’s memories or emotions, if you took them?” She asks. “Uhmmmm depends! If they’re normal, I could just delete them. But if they’re like us? I’d have to store them.” You loudly spoke. “Where would you store them?” She presses. “Depends what it is. Another person would be my first choice.” You elucidate. “What do you mean?” Visenya continues. “Uh like if it’s fear, I’d probably put it in someone they’d never see again. Or if it’s love, in the person they loved.” You say nonchalantly with a small giggle. “You need some more magic theory lessons Visenya?” You snicker. “Nope! Thanks dad!” Visenya chirps back.
Visenya looks to Jacaerys, he seems more crushed than he was when he first came in. “Would he have been able to put it in you?” Jacaerys asks softly, he buries his face in his hands. “I don’t think so. I would’ve been able to feel it.” Visenya sucks her teeth. “Would he have put them in you?” She asks softly. Jacaerys’ breathing hitches, he hadn’t even considered that. “How would I tell?” He asks. Visenya looks him up and down, before sighing. “You wouldn’t, you’re immortal but you can’t use magic.” She says. “If only I could use a location spell.” She smacked her knee. “Well why can’t you? You know what you’re looking for, no?” Jacaerys probes. “It doesn’t work like that.” Visenya huffs. “Why not? Magic can do a lot of things, some even borderline impossible, can’t it?” Jacaerys protests. “I mean-“ Visenya cocks her head to the side. “Magic is the world of imagination. If you can picture it, you can make it happen.” Your words echo in her ear. It was an earlier magic lesson, one from when she first found you. “I’ll try. I don’t know if it’ll work…my dad’s always been more imaginative than me.” Visenya shakes her head.
“What does that have to do with…?” Jacaerys starts before just letting his voice fade away. Visenya takes a deep breath, she whispers her incantation, her finger wags tilting back and forth like a metronome as she draws the sigil she needs in the air. The moment she finishes the sigil glows with her magic signature. It turns into arrow from her point of view. It waves around wildly, almost as if calibrating to what she’s picturing. In an instant it aims at Jacaerys. It doesn’t shift, it doesn’t even shake, it’s resolute in saying it’s in Jacaerys. “Move across the room Jacaerys. I wanna make sure this spell is working. As Jacaerys stands and moves around the room, the arrow diligently follows him step by step. Visenya takes a breath, the arrow crumbling and fading out of existence. “It’s in you.” Visenya whispers. “Everything. His memories. His emotion.” She softly spoke. Jacaerys cracks, he doesn’t know whether to be elated or even more broken up. Did you get rid of your love for him, and all of your memories up to that point because you hated him? Or because it would’ve been to painful to keep knowing he killed you?
His tears spill, he has to bite his lips to choke back a sob. His hands swipe at the lacrymal essence like a child would. “Jacaerys, get it together.” Visenya said calmly. “Remember why you’re doing this.” She reminded. Jacaerys took a deep sputtering breath. “Right, right.” He whimpered. “So how can I give them back to him?” Jacaerys asks softly. “That’s the next hurdle.” Visenya laughs. “It’s a fucking russian doll of problems.” She groans. “You see how far your mistakes spread? Four hundred years pass, and it’s still a fucking problem.” She bemoans. “Do you think I don’t get it?” Jacaerys asks softly. “I’ve regretted what I did for centuries. Centuries. I don’t need a reminder Visenya. Especially not from my own daughter.” He morosely defends. “I-“ she takes a breath, “I’m sorry. I’ve thought of you as a villain for centuries now, it’s a little hard to get out of that mindset.” She whispers. Jacaerys takes a deep breath, wiping away the last of his tears. “You’ve nothing to apologize for. It just- I just regret everything so much already. I’ve spent so long regretting what I did. I don’t know I guess hearing it from someone else hurts even more.” Jacaerys elaborates.
“I understand.” Visenya mumbles. “Or not really I guess, but I’ve been alive almost half as long as you, so maybe I only kinda understand.” She whispers. “Pfft. Yeah Visenya.” Jacaerys chortles. “Okay. So what now?” He asks. Viseyna eyes widen and contract, she subtly shakes her head. “I think reverse engineering the spell might be the only option.” She sighs resigned. “How long do you think it’ll take?” Jacaerys asks already wincing. “Could take an hour, could take ten years.” Visenya says candidly. “Could take a few minutes if my dad was able to help.” She laughs. “Okay. How, if at all can I help?” Jacaerys asks. “I don’t think you can. I’ll give you something so you can come here when I call you.” Visenya rummages through her drawer, pulling out a ring. “Here. Put this on, and when I call you, head to a park, kiss it, and walk in between any two trees you’ll end up at my front door.” She says with a smile. “Thank you Visenya.” Jacaerys grabs the ring from her hand, slipping it into his pocket. “Dad do you mind dropping Jacaerys back off at his home?” Visenya asks.
“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You say approaching. “All done?” You smile at them both. “Not exactly. But she’s got a lot of data.” Jacaerys assures. “Well alright then. I’ll see you home Visenya.” You blow her a kiss as you and Jacaerys walk out of her workshop. You wordlessly open another portal to Jacaerys’ estate. “I- uh- I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jacaerys asks. “It’s the weekend Jacaerys. I’ll see you Monday to work through the rest of our deal.” You smile politely. “…Right…” Jacaerys deflates. “Have a goodnight Jacaerys.” You turn around a dense fog cloud collects in front of you. “Have a goodnight (Y/n)! Lunch is on me on Monday!” Jacaerys watches as you walk into it, before the fog cloud dissipates and you’re gone. Work comes and goes, work lunches turn into work dinner, the days just seem to drift on and on. Visenya seems to call every other week to test a new spell, only for it to backfire or have a completely different effect. You and Jacaerys have finalized the company deal, you both see each other more frequently, at least twice a month compared to never. Before anyone even, realizes a year has passed, a whole 365 days. “Jacaerys, come to my workshop. I think this might be the one.” Visenya begged.
Jacaerys knocks at her door again, another drop in the bucket of how often he’s been here. Even the sound of his knock sounds the same as always. The door opens, Jacaerys walks in, heading over to Visenya. He watches her inspecting a new magic circle, with a flick of her free hand the door shuts. “Visenya, I’ll be honest I don’t know how many more failures I have in me.” Jacaerys sorrowfully spoke. “Listen da-“ she clears her throat, “Jacaerys, I know the last year has been rough, and not what we expected but I feel good about this one.” Visenya says hopeful. “Did you almost call me dad?” Jacaerys asks with a small smile. “N-no.” Visenya shyly responds. “If you’re still trying and hopeful, then I have no reason to quit.” Jacaerys says sitting down for what feels like the millionth time. “Alright, stand in the center. About right here.” Visenya says, using her free hand to tug him forward. “Alright take a deep breath. This spell will either let me move the memories and emotion inside you…” Visenya nervously laughs, “or I might rip out one of your organs.” She quickly blurts out. “Okay ready?” She speedily asks. “What was that about my orga-“ Jacaerys’ voice breaks into a shout as his pancreas shoots out of his body. It stops right in front of Visenya’s hand. “You can have that back.” She mumbles forcing the organ back into Jacaerys’ body.
Jacaerys hisses and groans as the organ snakes it way back into his body. His blood immediately coagulates around the organ, pulling it back into place and reconnecting the arteries, blood vessels, and nerves. “God-“ Jacaerys whines. “Could I get a little more of warning next time, please?” He begs. “Yeah, yeah, sorry I know how much oomf to put into it now.” Visenya waves him off. “You literally yanked out one of my organs.” Jacaerys says incredulous. “Did you die though? You’re acting like you wouldn’t have regrown it.” Visenya rolls her eyes. “Anyways more importantly it worked.” She smiles brightly. “Really?” Jacaerys’ lips curl upward, the pain in his abdomen already forgotten. “I was able to pull them out, so I put them back in.” She says smugly. “Why wouldn’t you just send it to (Y/n)…” Jacaerys asks groaning. “We don’t even know if he’ll want them back.” Visenya says softly. “Of course he’ll want them back.” Jacaerys pushes back. “You don’t know that. I’ve been with him for the last few centuries. I know my father better than you do.” Visenya reminded. Jacaerys had the wind taken out of his sails. “Right. Sorry for overstepping. We should call (Y/n) here.” Jacaerys spoke lowly.
“On it.” Visenya replied, phone in her hand already. The phone rang out in the silence of her workshop. Each ring felt like an executioner’s footstep, a funeral song for Jacaerys. Regardless of what your answer is. “Hi sweetie.” You coo. “Hey dad, can you come to my workshop?” She softly asks. “Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” You ask concerned. “Yeah. I just- uhm- I just have something to share with you.” She says meekly. “Okay honey. Yeah, I’ll be right there.” You respond sheepishly. “Okay see you soon.” Visenya whispers, ending the call. “Are you ready Jace?” She turns to him, her face contorted with worry. “No. I don’t think I’d ever be for this.” His voice was barely audible, he felt his heartbeat in his ears. His scent nearly turned with anxiety and fear, but he reined it in. “But I won’t hide away. I have to face this head on.” He shuts his eyes as the words leave his mouth. “Face what head on?” You ask coming in through the door. Jacaerys and Visenya both jump from the shock. “Woah you guys are jumpy.” You snicker. “Everything okay?” You ask nonchalantly, but Visenya can see and feel the worry. “Yeah, dad. Uhm- well…ah- actually…why don’t you take a seat? I- well we, have something to tell you.” Visenya fumbles over her words.
You make a face, but move to sit down opposite Jacaerys and Visenya. “Soooooo….” You start looking around her workshop, “what’s going on?” You nervously giggle. “What would you say if I found something that belong to you?” Visenya posits. “Something you didn’t know you lost. Something you wouldn’t even be able to recognize is yours.” She adds. Your brow furrows in confusion. “I’m not sure I follow.” You look down to the ground. “You found something that’s mine, undeniably mine I assume, but I wouldn’t recognize it? I wouldn’t have even known I lost it in the first place?” Your voice warbles with frustration. Your soul feels like it’s screaming out for the chunks it doesn’t know it’s missing but can feel. Your body trembles with the weight of what she’s saying. “Is it like my spell book? Do I have another? Did Jacaerys find something else?” You ask softly. “Well…yes technically, we found it together.” Jacaerys sighs. “But it’s deeper, more personal than you could ever believe.” Visenya stresses. “More than my own spell book?” You incredulously chortle. “Beyond belief dad.” She affirms.
You look away, eyes focused on something neither of them can see. “Yeah. I guess I would want it back.” You relent. “Even if it might shatter your world view? Or maybe add to it?” Visenya desperately asks. You fall back in your seat, face contort with nervousness. “It can’t possibly be that life changing can it?” You giggle, but the sound is hollow, it’s a plea to be lied to, to be spared. “Yes. Across lifetimes even.” Jacaerys solemnly states. You blow a puff of air, shaking your head slowly. “Uhmmm…god fuck me- yeah I guess I’d still want it back.” You throw your hands up. “And you’re sure dad?” Visenya softly checks. “Yes sweetie I’m sure. So, lay it on me, what did you guys find?” Your voice shakes as you ask. Visenya and Jacaerys share a glance before turning to you. They go into excruciating detail about what they’ve learned, what they’ve discovered. About the spell you used, how Jacaerys is housing your capacity to feel love and all your lifetimes prior to the first one you can remember. “And I did that for power?” You ask confused. “From what I saw in my spell, I think you didn’t have enough power to save me to save me. So you gave up parts of yourself you thought you could live without…the love you carried for Jacaerys and every life that came before the one you actually remember.” Visenya recounts, her voice is equal parts pained for you, and wistful, knowing the lengths you went to save her.
You slowly start nodding, you can feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest. “That….sounds like something I’d do…” You try to come to terms with the revelation. It sinks in your stomach like a lead weight, but also somehow makes you feel a little lighter? Like your soul and body have finally taken a breath. As though they’ve been stressing about your missing pieces this whole time. “So you were someone I loved in a past life huh?” You softly spoke, eyes meeting Jacaerys’. His breathing catches in his throat, he can recognize that glint in your eye. “Yeah. Deeply. I loved and still love you just as much, if not even more than that.” His voice is barely above a whisper, it’s intercut with his sniffling and hiccups. “Okay so how do I take them back? Or does he give them back to me?” You wonder. “I can remove them from him, and give them to you, but…” Visenya hesitates, “I don’t know what’ll happen.” She reveals. “You traded these things for power. Will you lose the amount of power it gave you? Or a quarter? Or half? Or all of it?” Visenya spirals. “It’s okay sweetie that’s for me to worry about. Besides I’m sure when I die my magic will just come back.” You cup her cheek gently. She unconsciously nuzzles into your hand. “Okay, dad.” A tear falls from the corner of her eye, but she doesn’t flinch.
Visenya takes a deep breath, pouring all of her concentration into the magic circle she’s drawing. “So that’s what you’ve been working on for the last year?” You smile at her effort. She doesn’t respond, it’s hard for her to control, she continues drawing it. “Yeah. She’s been working really hard. She’s one of a kind isn’t she?” Jacaerys chimes in. “Yeah.” You softly smile, watching as she finishes the last arc. “Okay dad, Jacaerys in the middle.” Visenya informs. Jacaerys enters with perfect form, you follow behind mimicking him. “Okay. I haven’t had a lot of practice so dad…uhm….just stay ready.” She says sheepishly. You nod, as does Jacaerys. You think the magic circle might explode, Jacaerys feels he’s gonna lose an organ again. Visenya takes another deep breath, narrowing in on your emotion, and your clutch of memories. She envelopes them in her magic, before removing them with a flick of her wrist. Jacaerys feels his skin tearing apart, but this time he doesn’t lose a body part. “Here you go dad.” Visenya whispers, as she gently pushes them into your body. She tilts her head as she struggles to diffuse your emotion and memories into your being. Do you wish to return what was given to you? “Yes. Take back the amount of power that was given, when I first used this spell.” You whisper.
Visenya feels the resistance ebb away, as the lights finally dissolve into you. She watches as your heart is outlined in a red glow, while your head emits a faint blue light. Your eyes roll back as centuries of lives you’ve lived come barreling back in like a runaway freight train. You feel everything you’ve ever felt in one split second, you can feel yourself being torn to shreds. You feel more yourself than you ever have. Your body contorts, you fall to your knees under the weight of it all. You breathe heavily, shoulders heaving, chest rising and falling erratically, as you find the strength to stand. The last thing to go is the chunk of power you were given. It’s nothing but a cup of water compared to the ocean in the grand scheme of things now. A bright white light flashes in the room, blinding Visenya and Jacaerys. They can each hear a faint ringing in their ear like they’ve just been flashbang’d. “Dad-“ Visenya sounds disoriented. “Dad-“ she groans. “Dad…are you alright?” She manages to get out. “Visenya?” You whispered. “It worked? I managed to save you?” You whimper, walking over to her. You pull her down into your arms. “I’m so sorry.” You gingerly sob.
Visenya sobs loudly, her knees give out from under her. You gently hold her as the two of you go to the ground. “It’s okay dad. You set me up to find you, when you knew you wouldn’t be able to find me.” She cries. “My sweet daughter.” You put your forehead against hers. “God you’re so strong and smart. You’ve got that magical might from me.” You laugh crying. Your sobs and laughs ebb away as all the memories and lifetimes continue to solidify. Jacaerys tries to get up, but feels a crush force plummet him into the ground. “What are you doing here?” You seethe, standing up, hand extended palm facing downward. “(Y/-“ Jacaerys coughs up blood, he can feel his rib cage splintering, his lungs rupturing, every cell in his body feels like it’s under a hydraulic press. “(Y/n) please-“”Please what?” You laugh. “You want to explain yourself?” You huff in disbelief. “Then I’ll give you the same courtesy you gave me.” You icily spoke. Jacaerys coughed up more blood, the pressure on his diaphragm keeps him from speaking or breathing. “Dad- wait!” Visenya pleads, she rushes to your side, she tries to lower your hand but can’t muster the might, magical or otherwise.
You look over to Visenya, you feel betrayed before you remember Jacaerys is her sire. “Visenya this doesn’t concern you.” You say softly. “Go to your room.” You demand. “Dad wait-“”Go to your room. I won’t ask a third time.” You cut her off. “Don’t worry I literally can’t kill him.” You try to be funny, but the joke doesn’t land. “Okay.” Visenya relents. You don’t move, waiting until Visenya’s left her own workshop, and you can feel her magic signature at home. You sigh deeply, you flip your hand right side up, bringing your fingers into a fist. The ground shifts around Jacaerys body, locking him in place. You sit down across from him, waiting until his gurgle slowly turns into intelligible verbiage. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, you know that?” You start. “Trying to get closer to me, knowing I couldn’t remember you, knowing what you did to me.” You breathlessly state. “(Y/n) I’m sorry.” Jacaerys sobs. “Take your apology and shove it up your ass.” You retort. “You fucking killed me. Killed me. And you think an ‘I’m sorry.’ Will fix that? You’re fucking delusional.” You shake your head angrily.
“I know it won’t fix anything. I thought it might just be something you’d want to hear.” Jacaerys whimpers. “Well you thought wrong.” You curtly say. “Just like when you thought I poisoned a hundred of your subjects.” You bitterly laugh. “Did you really think I would be capable of something like that?” Your voice cracks. “I could’ve killed them with a wave of my hand. A whisper off my tongue, a single thought. And you truly thought I would resort to poison?” You cry. “(Y/n) I-“ Jacaerys breathing hitches, your scent turns phosphorus with sadness, fury, and grief. “(Y/n) I was tired.” Jacaerys softly spoke. “I was lied to. My advisors met me outside the walls. Said you had killed a hundred.” Jacaerys’ voice cracks. “They insisted I execute you, that I needed to punish you, and burning you at the stake would be the only justice my people would accept.” He sobbed. “Everyone around me was telling me the same story (Y/n).“ Jacaerys hiccuped. “I was tired, I was overwhelmed, I was lied to.” He pleads desperately. You shake your head an incredulous chuckle leaving you even hollower than you already felt.
“Okay. And?” You ask. “Jacaerys I-“ You take a breath. “Okay. You were tired. You were lied to. You were overwhelmed. Do you think I never was?” You ask, tears still streaming. “Day in day out, making sure the water that flowed into your kingdom was drinkable, making sure that the fields were always lush and fertile, making sure the livestock was never ill, the list could go on and on.” You sniffle. “If the roles were reversed Jacaerys I would’ve never done to you what you did to me.” Your hands go to wipe your tears. “I would’ve slaughtered every living thing in your kingdom, down to the last mangy mutt, before I even thought about hurting a single hair on your head.” You bury your face into your hands, it does nothing to stifle the sobs that erupt from your mouth. “I would’ve dismissed my own council especially if I knew they not only didn’t trust my mate, but didn’t like him at all to begin with, because of something he couldn’t control.” You manage to get out. “But I put up with it because I love you. I didn’t care that they didn’t trust me, because I thought you at least did. And when I needed that trust the most, you burned me alive.” You cry. “I know I didn’t ask you to get rid of them, but I shouldn’t have had to for you to defend me, defend us.” You shake.
Your sobs fill the room, Jacaerys isn’t being crushed but it feels like he is. He almost wishes you were still furious with him, instead of crying. “I did everything for you, for your kingdom. I gave you a place to call home. And it’s not like you had just met me, and were still building trust, we had already spent countless lives together. Or at least you did with me cause you can’t fucking die.” You seethe. “I know.” Jacaerys whispers. “I wish I could back and stop myself from doing it.” He cries. “Well tough shit.” You spat. “You can’t. And that’s not something you could ever make up for. You could spend the rest of your eternal existence trying to make up for it, and the universe would collapse in on itself before I even thought about considering forgiving you.” Your fingers go to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Visenya is your daughter, as I’m sure you already well know. I won’t stop her or you from seeing each other.” You stand up, patting the dust off of yourself. “You’re saying that as if this is the last we’ll see each other.” Jacaerys’ voice was barely audible. “Because it is. I want nothing to do with you.” You walk over to Jacaerys, squatting in front of him. “Nothing. I’ll be sending Janet to handle the deal between our companies. Which I’m telling you right now, enjoy this year, because I’m not renewing that deal.” You spit.
Jacaerys’ heartbeat shoots through the roof. “No, no, no, no, no, please (Y/n). I spent centuries looking for you.” Jacaerys sobs. “I finally found you and I want to make things right.” He pleads. “Well you can’t.” You get up. “I’m not above moving by the way. I’m not above packing my shit and going off the fucking grid if it means we’ll never see each other again.” You spoke softly. “Spend time with Visenya, because you have the rest of eternity to be a father. Or at least learn how to be a father.” You shrug your shoulders. “But mark my words if you hurt her,” your lip trembles, “I will bury you in the center of the fucking planet.” You spat. “(Y/n) please! (Y/n) plea-“ your finger draws an arc where Jacaerys’ mouth is. His voice turns to muffled sounds as his lips slowly disappear. “My god, shut up!” You yell. “These are the consequences of your actions, and nothing you can say, or offer, will save you.” You softly spoke. “You’re reaping what you’ve sown.” You laugh. You start walking towards the door, you hesitate, one hand on the door frame. “Visenya will be back soon. She can undo my magic and unseal your lips.” You give Jacaerys one last look. It makes him want to wither away into nothing, it’s a fate worse than death for him. Despite everything you’ve said, you still love him. And it’s killing you to do this, but you can’t trust or forgive him. Jacaerys can see the centuries you’ve both shared flashing in the irises of your eyes. Your pained expression is the last thing he sees as you walk into a dense fog cloud, one denser than he’s ever seen.
Jacaerys silently sobs, a torrent of tears running down his face. His sobs held back by the flesh wall where his lips use to open up. He doesn’t know how long it’s been. It could’ve been mere seconds, minutes, or hours when Visenya busts through the door. “Jacaerys?” She projects into the house. He responds with a muffled ‘here.’. She follows his voice, coming upon him cemented into the ground, with his lips missing. “Oh god.” Visenya murmurs. With a wave of her hand she pulls Jacaerys out of the ground, she swipes her thumb where his mouth be undoing your magic. “Thank you Visenya.” Jacaerys whispers. “I take it, it went badly.” She says softly. “Ha…that doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Jacaerys giggles before it breaks into a sob. “He said he wants nothing to do with me. He never wants to see me again.” Jacaerys sobs, his hands swiping at the tears. “I wish he hated me.” He manages to get out. “Because then I’d know he wouldn’t be as hurt.” He adds. “But he still loves me. Even after everything I put him through…he still loves someone like me.” Jacaerys whines before breaking out into crying again. Visenya tepidly walks over to him, squatting down, and pulling him into her embrace. “I can’t say I don’t understand my dad, but I can at least be here for you.” She softly says. Jacaerys bites his lips as his face scrunches up, he holds her closer, dearer, until his sobs fade, and only his sniffles break the silence.
As the days turn to weeks, and fade into years, time carries on as usual. Jacaerys manages to convince Visenya to take over his position at Velaryon Enterprises. She takes to her role like a duck to water, she’s a perfect mix of you and Jacaerys. Shes decisive, well respected, and a quick thinker. It also brings her closer to you as she gets to enjoy more time with you. Since Jacaerys removed himself from the picture, you saw no reason to hand everything over to Janet, and continued in your role as you did. It’s the only time Jacaerys is given small updates about how you’re doing. Visenya lets a ‘he’s doing good.’ or a ‘he’s well.’ here and there, she knows how badly her dad is dying for any small kernel of knowledge about you, but Jacaerys knows better than to ask. That’s how his life is, but he’s spending all of his time making the most of it. He’s spending time with Visenya, he’s finally giving therapy another crack. When he tried it the first time they lobotomized him and he never went back. It doesn’t really help but he feels like he can breathe a little easier, and more often than not it comes with guilt, but he has little reprieves.
He’s never forgotten your birthday, it’s somehow always landed on the same date every time you’ve been among the living. Visenya meekly leaves, telling Jacaerys she’ll be back the next day, once she’s gone Jacaerys gets out the small cake he bought for you. He lights a candle on it, before singing happy birthday to no one, a visage of you in his mind. He doesn’t even blow out the candles, he lets the wax melt, he has a slice and then he gets rid of the rest so his daughter is none the wiser. He feels like he needs to stop, but can’t bring himself to do it. He can’t help but cling to this one thing that doesn’t hurt anyone at all. He’s always known, but this just cements it even further, he’ll always love you. Despite the proximity you have with your daughter living with you, you have your own yearly rituals that you never stopped. You always did them even if before you didn’t know the why. On the same date every year, you’d make the same hearty dish. It’s only now that you have your memories that you remember. The dish is the one you served Jacaerys when you first met him, and the date is his birthday. Your daughter just chalks it up as a weird quirk, she’s none the wiser. Even after she knows Jacaerys’ birthday, she’s spent centuries eating this meal every year on the same day. You wish you could stop, you know you shouldn’t feel like this, it’s all the same as radio static as you stir the pot. But he’s the only alpha you’ve ever loved, the only alpha who ever looked at you like you were more than a tool to be used. More than a freak of nature for the gifts you were given.
The years bleed into decades, and before Jacaerys even knows it you’ve aged. You’re not the spry young twenty five year old man anymore. “Yeah girl, my other dad turned seventy a few months ago. Can you believe?” Visenya says candidly into her phone. Jacaerys freezes, the time has disappeared. His spoon falls from his hand. It makes Visenya jump as it clatters against the table. “Has it really been that long?” He murmurs. “Yeah dad it has.” Visenya whispers, looking to her forlorn sire. “Oh hold on I’m getting a call from my other dad.” She says into the phone ending the call and answering yours. “Hey Dad! How are you? What’s new?” Visenya cheerfully asks. Jacaerys watches as her smile falters. “What?” Her voice barely above a whisper. Jacaerys makes a confused face at her. “How long?” She probes. “A few years?” She’s incredulous. “So you’re in treatment right?” She pleads, Jacaerys can see the fear on her face. “Oh thank god. So did they say how long?” Her hand goes to her forehead. “Okay dad. Keep me in the loop please. I know I moved out, but I’m still your daughter. I can take care of you, you know that.” She stresses. “Yeah maybe I’ll move in if you’re not comfortable because…” She looks over to Jacaerys, she doesn’t finish her sentence. “Okay dad, love you.” She whispers, ending the call.
Jacaerys’ mouth opens like he’s gonna say something but stops. He clenches his jaw, Visenya can almost hear him grinding his teeth. “Just ask.” Visenya’s voice trembles. “Just this once I’ll be honest. It can stay between us because I don’t know how I’m gonna get through this again.” She whimpers. Jacaerys eyes widen, his question’s already been answered. “So-“ Jacaerys’ voice cracks, “Is- uh- is (Y/n) sick?” He manages to get out, eyes watery. “Yeah. The big C.” Visenya whispers. “He’s in treatment now, but they estimated the growths have been there for a while.” She finally breaks out into sobs. Jacaerys immediately rushes over, holding her, scenting her as she wails. “I can’t do this!” She shouts. “Not again!” She cries. Jacaerys sniffles, before his hand goes to pat Visenya’s head. “I know the feeling. It never gets easier. We’ll always feel the time between his death in this life, and when he remembers in his next one. To him it’ll be mere moments, for us it’s decades.” Jacaerys cries, trying to keep it together for Visenya.
You get treatments every other day. Sometimes Visenya keeps you company, sometimes Janet does, and sometimes you just want to be alone. You could just wave your hand, or chant a spell, and be healthy again, but you’re going to die anyways. You’ve made it a point that if you’re going to die, you’re at least gonna try to make it a unique one, and in all of your lives cancer has never gotten you. Seems oddly poetic that it might be how this current life of yours comes to an end. You do use magic to get rid of the side effects of treatment and appear healthy, even if you’re not. It’s been months, years of infusions, testing, and even more testing, before you finally decide to throw in the towel. You hadn’t been getting better anymore, all the good effects you were getting slowly disappeared. “Hey sweetie.” You say softly into the phone. “Hey dad, what’s up?” Visenya says hopeful. “Oh you know, the usual.” You laugh, you hope it doesn’t sound forced. “Listen sweetie, is your sire there?” You ask. “Yeah, I can go to a different room just give me a second.” Visenya responds. “No that’s okay. Put me on speaker baby.” You request. “Uh sure.” She says. “Am I on speaker? Jacaerys are you there?” You ask. “Yeah, (Y/n). I’m here.” He answers. “Okay good. Visenya listen…the treatments aren’t working anymore, and truth be told, I’m tired. I asked and they’re switching me to palliative care.” You pause letting the weight of your words settle.
“What?” Visenya’s voice shakes. “Yeah sweetie, I’m sorry. The doctors say without treatment I’ve got maybe five months if that.” You say candidly. You can hear Jacaerys’ labored breathing, like he’s trying to keep it together for you and Visenya. “Maybe you can try a new treatment? Maybe something experimental? You have the money to do so.” Visenya pleads, voice still shaken with sorrow. “I’m tired honey. It hurts to be like this.” You shakily exhale. “Listen Jacaerys I didn’t ask to be on speaker because I wanted to talk to you. I asked so you could help our little girl pick up the pieces so make sure you do that.” You say sternly. “Visenya, come over in about two hours. Bring those donuts from that little bakery I like?” You ask sweetly. “Yeah-“ Visenya’s voice cracks. “Yeah, sure thing dad.” She sobs. “I know honey, it never gets easier. I’m sorry, I wish I didn’t have to do this to you.” You add. “Listen I love you, and now you won’t be alone while you wait for me.” You say hopeful. “Maybe with his help, you can even find me faster.” You giggle softly. “You know this is never goodbye, it’s always see you later.” You say warmly, before ending the call.
Visenya spends more and more time with you, sticking by your side like glue. Even using a glamor to be invisible to other people so can sit with you at your job. She indulges every little thing you want and ask for, it doesn’t matter. Where before she’d say you can’t eat this or that, think of your health, now she just gets it without question. “Isn’t this so good?” You say with a mouth full of Korean fried chicken. “So unbelievably good. It can’t be good for you though.” Visenya laughs. “It’s good for the soul. That’s all that matters.” You lovingly chide. She’s the one holding your hand as your room is transformed into a makeshift hospital room. You’ve got an EKG monitor set up, a nurse who’s paid around the clock to make sure you’re comfortable, and a bed that can lift with a remote so you’re not just always lying down. Visenya’s being strong, she’s not letting it get to her in front of you, but it breaks your heart hearing her cry at night when she thinks you’re asleep. You suggest lightly that perhaps she move out, before quickly nipping that in the bud when she starts to hyperventilate at the thought of not being here when you take your last breath.
You know you’re running out of time, you’ve got days at most. You’re not really hungry or thirsty anymore, and you’re spending a lot more time sleeping and rousing at the strangest times. You dream of your past lives, of times with Jacaerys before he ruined it and broke you. You dream with Visenya, of what she’d be like as a toddler, of what it would’ve been like watching her grow and age. One day you fall asleep and rouse at a weird hour. As your eyes flutter open, and they flit about the room, they land on Jacaerys. He slowly looks up and catches your gaze. “Shit. I’m sorry (Y/n). I didn’t think you’d wake up, I’ll leave.” He blurts out as he gets up. “You’re already here. And I’m already up. Might as well keep me company I guess.” You mutter. Jacaerys smiles softly before sitting back down. The silence is uncomfortable, it’s suffocating, it carries the weight of hundreds of lifetimes spent together, but now barely recognize each other. “Why are you here?” You ask. “I was always the one by your side when you took your last breath.” Jacaerys softly spoke. “I know I don’t have that right anymore, so I just wanted to see you one last time. I swear I was gonna leave before you woke up.“ He adds.
You hum in agreement. “You always did, huh. Even at the bitter fiery end.” You jabbed. “Yeah. I’m sorry.” Jacaerys responds. “Now Visenya does that, though I wish she didn’t have to.” You admit. You won’t say it, especially not to Jacaerys but the room feels half full, like they should both be here. You feel like that when it’s just Visenya too, albeit muted. You can’t help but image her sitting next to Jacaerys, and vice versa. “It’s the natural order of the world for children to bury their parents. Not the other way around.” You say with a wry laugh. “I’ve always had to bury everyone in my life.” Jacaerys chimes in. “The only time it ever made me sad, or hurt me, was when I had to bury you.” He admits. “That was the first time, I think, I ever truly felt grief.” He continues. “I used to think of death as just something that happens to everyone but me. A part of life, just an inevitability. I don’t know when, but I started to think of death as a barrier. A club I couldn’t get into, an exclusive event I wasn’t on the list for…whenever you died.” Jacaerys sniffles. “For someone so in love and sappy, you sure had no problem killing me.” You snicker.
“Yeah.” Jacaerys forces a chuckle. “You don’t have to laugh if you don’t find it funny. I thought it was funny, and it is. To me. It doesn’t have to be funny to you.” You whisper. Jacaerys snorts at that. “When’d you get so pragmatic?” He probes. “Dying will do that to you. Especially at the hands of someone you never expected.” You candidly spoke. “So Jacaerys….” Your mouth opens to speak, but you shut it. “What (Y/n)?” He asks. “Nothing never mind.” You retort. “If you have anything you want say to me or ask me you have free rein.” He assures you. “Are you seeing someone?” You can’t meet his eyes. Jacaerys feels his heart flutter. “No. I’m not.” He replies. “No one since you killed me?” You press. “No one ever. I love you. I’m positive I love you more now than I did then.” He says softly. “All those years without you, really made me confront…everything I guess.” He admits. “I guess it’s good to hear you’ve been reflecting on your actions.” You mutter. “What about you?” Jacaerys asks. “I didn’t say you could ask me anything.” You fire back. “Shit sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ Jacaerys stops dead in his tracks when he hears you laugh.
“God Jacaerys unclench, I’m dying, not you.” You snicker. “No. In my first life since then, I was married to an alpha, his name was Simon. He was a blacksmith, really sweet, never mistreated me, but I didn- couldn’t love him. I loved him like a friend, but not the way he loved me.” You say sadly. “I tried to copy what I saw other omega/alpha couples in love did, but you can’t fake that emotion. He saw through it, and tried even harder to win me over. I wish I knew then what I knew now so I could’ve told him it wasn’t his fault, that I was broken, or divided, and couldn’t feel love for him the way he did for me. I hope he found another omega, one that could love him, when I left.” You solemnly spoke. Jacaerys’ breathing hitches hearing you recount your first life without him. Seems like the world was kinder to you that time.“Y’know it’s funny, in the brief moments I thought I loved him, I felt like I was cheating on someone. At our wedding, when I was walked up to the alter I expected someone else to turn and face me.” You admit. “I think back then I was expecting you, I just didn’t know a name, or a face to put over Simon’s.” You snicker. “God isn’t that pathetic?” You giggle, your eyes tearing up. “You killed me, and I still love- loved you.” You bite your lip to hold in your cries.
Jacaerys sniffles, he gets up and sits closer to you. “Do you need a tissue?” Jacaerys asks. “Yeah.” You laugh. “Uhm- do you mind wiping them away for me? My arms feel heavy.” You ask softly. “Of course.” Jacaerys moves with a featherlight touch, wiping away your sadness. It fills a hole in his heart he didn’t know was there. He already missed you and everything that came with that, but experiencing this intimacy, this level of domesticity, really puts a period on it. “(Y/n), I’m sorry.” Jacaerys whispers. “I wish I had acted differently. I wish I hadn’t believed them. I wish I had trusted you more.” He cries. “I know.” You curtly say. “Is there anything I can do to earn your forgiveness?” Jacaerys pleads. “Even if it doesn’t mean we’re a couple again, just being in your life is enough.” He adds. “You’ll do anything?” You inquire. “Anything. You name it.” Jacaerys says with a small smile. “Come here.” You whisper. “Closer.” You press on, until Jacaerys’ ear is right above your mouth. “Kill yourself, and I’ll forgive you. And I mean really kill yourself.” You snicker, having given Jacaerys an impossible task. “I’ll do it. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll find a way to do it.” Jacaerys says strongly.
You make a face at his sincerity. You feel a heat rushing up your face, one you haven’t felt since you first met him. He always could fluster you, give you butterflies. “Well good fuckin’ luck doing that with your immortality.” You spit. You take a deep breath, and it all clicks into place. You feel your body getting heavier and lighter, each breath is harder, you can barely move your extremities. “Jacaerys call Visenya.” You manage to get out. “It’s time. I don’t know how much exactly but probably tonight.” You add. “Okay.” Jacaerys immediately makes the phone call. It’s barely seconds after Jacaerys ended the call that Visenya bolts through the door. “Try not to break anything sweetie.” You lightly giggle. “Dad…” Visenya gets teary eyed. “I’m not ready.” She whispers. “I know honey, I’m sorry.” You respond, taking her hand in yours. “Dad? What are you doing here?” Visenya asks, finally taking note of Jacaerys in the room. “I wanted to see him. I was going to leave before he woke up, but he did while I was here.” Jacaerys sheepishly says. “It’s fine, he can stay I know you’re gonna need the support Visenya.” You smile softly. “Darling, put your forehead against mine I have a gift for you.” You whisper.
It’s instantaneous, you transferred a spell, and some knowledge to her. Her eyes meet yours, a million different conversations happening as she holds your hand. “You understand?” You ask. “Yeah dad. I do. Thank you.” Visenya says holding back tears. You force your hand up to her cheek, you’re almost winded from the effort. Your thumb gently smears the tear against her skin. “Enough of that Visenya. I want the last thing I see to be you smiling, not crying.” You plead, eyes getting heavier. She wipes her tears away, before giving you a big smile. “That’s my girl. I’ll see you soon sweetie.” You whisper as your eyes shut and your hand gently falls back to your side. Everything goes black, you can hear sounds, something close to Visenya and Jacaerys talking, though you don’t know about what. You can’t feel your arms or legs anymore, you can’t even muster the energy to move them. “We love you (Y/n).” They both whisper into your ears. You feel your heartbeat in your ear, that thump thump slowing to a crawl before stopping all together. The solid beep of the EKG is the background track to your death, and Jacaerys’ and Visenya’s unraveling. Your funeral and burial happen within the week, just as you wanted it. All of your friends the people you’ve touched, the people who respected you showed up, you even allowed Jacaerys to attend.
Weeks after the funeral Jacaerys approaches Visenya. “Honey, I have a weird request.” Jacaerys starts. “Oh yeah, what’s up dad?” She perks up immediately almost like she’s been waiting for this moment. “I need you to find a way to kill me.” He asks sternly. “Why?” Visenya says with outrage that looks almost rehearsed. “(Y/n) said he’d let me work for his forgiveness if I killed myself.” Jacaerys says with a small smile. “You know he was probably being a dick right?” Visenya snorts. “He asked the immortal alpha to kill himself, doesn’t that sound like an oxymoron?” She probes. “It doesn’t, not to me. If that’s what (Y/n) wants, then that’s what I’ll give him.” Jacaerys says a little offended. “Suit yourself dad, I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try.” Visenya relents. “Thank you sweetie that’s all I ask. I know it’s a big one, (Y/n) tried to find a way and never could, but maybe you can.” Jacaerys says hopeful. Visenya nods, and gets to work, though it looks like she’s just killing time. Whenever Jacaerys asks for an update, or for her progress she gives vague answers. ‘It’s coming together’, ‘nothing to update’, ‘nearly there’, ‘have to explore a different avenue’, he’s heard it all at this point.
Jacaerys is mere days away from stealing a client list from Visenya and asking another witch to help, when she finally calls with good news. “Dad come over I think I found a way.” She says giddy. Jacaerys ends the call and wastes no time getting to her. “I came as fast as I could.” Jacaerys says out of breath. “Great, step into the middle of the room.” Visenya commands. “Alright…this is a new spell, so it might have some kinks or issues.” She warns. “Well it’s all we got isn’t it?” Jacaerys smiles sheepishly. “Yeah.” Visenya smiles. “Okay, gonna focus now, don’t ask questions.” She orders. Jacaerys nods waiting in the center, watching as a magic circle forms around him, the sigils and runes look vaguely familiar. When she finishes the magic circle pulses green, before a wispy purple smoke begins to fray into existence out of each rune. Without another word Jacaerys watches as Visenya approaches him. “Please work.”She mutters more to herself than to Jacaerys, as she drives a knife in to Jacaerys’ heart, turned sideways to fit right between his ribs. Jacaerys takes a shuddering breath, eyes rolling back as the magic circle collapses. He falls backward with a heavy sick thud.
Jacaerys feels his body trying to heal around the knife, but it can’t. He smiles for a brief second thinking it worked, but as more time passes it’s starting to look like a failure. He slowly opened his eyes disoriented, in a daze, a sharp pain in his chest from the still buried blade. “Fuck-“ He groans getting up, his hand instinctively goes to the blade, but before he can yank it out, he jolts. “Don’t remove it!” Visenya yells. “Sheesh…” Jacaerys groans. “I just woke up.” He adds. “Don’t care, leave the knife in.” She demands. “Why? The spell failed.” Jacaerys bemoans. “No it didn’t it just takes a while.” She counters. “How long is a while?” Jacaerys asks. “Anywhere from a few days to a century.” She sheepishly says. “I just have to keep pouring mana into the blade and it should activate.” She says, her eyes keep darting away unable to meet Jacaerys gaze, but he trusts her. “God I hope it’s a few days.” Jacaerys prays. The days turn to weeks, turn to years, turn to decades. “Visenya I’m gonna go stir crazy if I have to stay inside any longer.” Jacaerys whines. “Then pull the knife out.” Visenya counters. “No I’m not giving up on this.” Jacaerys asserts. “Can’t you just…remove the hilt? Leave the actual blade in me?” He asks. Visenya’s eyes widen, Jacaerys can almost see tears welling in them, before it’s gone. “Yeah dad. I can do that.” She whispers before drawing an arc in the small space between the blade and hilt. The hilt falls to the ground with a clatter before Jacaerys picks it up and puts it in his pocket. Before Jacaerys can even feel it, a century has come and gone in the time after your death.
Before you know it, or even realize and understand, you’re born again. You don’t have any of your old memories, but the magic never eludes you. You go through this life with all the fervor you’ve always had. You notice a blonde haired alpha woman staring at you every now and then, but anytime you look at her she’s gone. You can always feel her gaze on you in some way shape or form, but she never comes closer. You go through this life with a fuller heart, with the full capacity to love another. And while you do, you never commit, never let an alpha mate you. It feels wrong. Like you’re already claimed, by a man you can’t remember, a face you don’t know. It never gets you down, you continue to move through life with the same zest, making the best of friends, and doing community outreach. It’s a different life compared to your old one, but just as fulfilling. You use your magic to help others when you can, you use it to benefit others, and yourself occasionally when the moment calls for it. Over the span of eighty years you’re beloved, surrounded by your brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews. Your funeral is a large one, with many, many people paying respects.
Jacaerys and Visenya decide to open a cafe in the interim. It was something you mentioned to her offhandedly, but she never stopped thinking about it. It also gave them something to do, and feel closer to you, while they wait for your reincarnation. “I can’t believe it’s been a century.” Jacaerys mumbles as he sweeps the floor before open. “What’s the longest you had to wait before he came back?” Visenya asks as she restocks the front, puts out a variety of milks, and makes sure the coolers are full of ready to eat grab and go items. “I think maybe fifty years?” Jacaerys says resting his hands and head on the end of the broom. “Damn.” Visenya says clipped. “He sure knows how to keep his loved ones waiting.” She chortles. “Doesn’t he?” Jacaerys snorts, as he gets back to sweeping. Neither of them notice the man in the window, staring intently at Jacaerys, though he can feel the knife in his chest ache and throb. They’re an hour away from opening, as Jacaerys goes to help Visenya with baked goods the door bell goes off. “Oh sorry sir we’re not open yet. It’ll just be an hour, would you like a complimentary pastry or coffee when you come back?” Jacaerys asks kindly. He looks the man over, taking in the cap and trench coat. His breathing hitches as the cap comes off and the trench coat rips open. “Even for me?” You ask softly.
Jacaerys breathing hitches, his eyes water, his lips tremble as he tries to speak, but only manages a choked sob. “I’ll take that to mean no.” You chortle, with a flick of your hand you lock the door, and lower all the blinds. Jacaerys can still barely believe it, even as you stand in front of him. “So loverboy you gonna make me a latte, or should I make it myself?” You ask, giving his shoulder a light punch. “I can make it.” He manages to get out. “Thank you, make it with oat milk please?” You move to sit down right in front of the bar. “Yeah. Anything for you (Y/n).” Jacaerys tries to catch his breathing, he clenches his fists trying to stop the trembles. You hear the espresso machine whir as the beans are ground, you hear the milk steaming wand hiss as Jacaerys makes your latte. “Here you go.” Jacaerys whispers. “How much do I owe ya’?” You ask. “It’s on the house (Y/n).” Jacaerys says dryly. You blow on the drink, before taking a small sip. “Oh that’s good. You guys did well opening a cafe.” You beam, looking around. Jacaerys is still speechless, he has a million and one questions on his mind, all trying to come out at once, and none making it past the threshold of his mouth. “So a hundred years pass, and you’ve got nothing to say to me?” You coo, laughing as Jacaerys turns red.
Jacaerys sputters, he chokes back a sob, he half coughs a laugh. “I don’t think I’ve earned the right to speak to you.” He whispers. “And why’s that?” You tilt your head in confusion. “I haven’t made good on my promise.” Jacaerys reveals. “I haven’t killed myself yet.” He adds. “You tried?” You ask eyes full of wonder. “Yeah. Look.” Jacaerys says opening his shirt, pulling it down enough to expose the end of the blade lodge firmly in his heart. “Exposing yourself to a customer is one way to get a lawsuit. Hope that’s what you wanted.” You dryly remark. “Haha (Y/n).” Jacaerys sarcastically retorts. “Looks like it hurts. How long’s it been in there?” You ask, cupping your mug. “It does, like you wouldn’t believe, but talking to you right now, I barely feel it.”‘Jacaerys smiles, his hand goes out to reach for yours like muscle memory before he pulls back. “A hundred years? Maybe a few weeks less? I haven’t removed it once ever, Visenya keeps pouring her mana into it to try and get the spell to activate but it’s not working.” Jacaerys sighs deeply. “Hey, maybe since you’re here you could get it to work?” He pleads desperately. You take another sip of your latte. “That spell was never gonna work.” You reveal.
Jacaerys’ face cracks, he tilts his head back before he shakes it. “It hasn’t worked yet. But it will, have some faith in Visenya.” Jacaerys giggles as he wipes down the counter. “And even if it doesn’t another hundred years from now, she can come up with something new, maybe even quicker if you help her.” Jacaerys reiterates. “No sweetie, you’re not getting it. That spell was never going to work because I told Visenya to not cast it.” You elucidate leaning forward. “The magic circle?” Jacaerys asks eyes narrowing, and filling with tears. “A placebo. A convincing one at that.” You candidly speak. “Why….?” Jacaerys asks brokenly. “Didn’t it look familiar at all? The magic circle I mean. It’s one I’ve made in front of you before.” You probe. Jacaerys thinks back to that day, he thought it looked vaguely familiar. “Yeah.” You nod seeing his recognition. “The spell, if she had cast it, would’ve destroyed your soul.” You take another sip, sighing softly as you put your cup down. “And she doesn’t have the skill, yet, to hold the broken pieces and make sure you’re not lost. Takes a lot of magic to manipulate souls, especially if they’re in tatters.” You wave your hand like it’s too much effort. “You would’ve been killed yeah, permanently. Never to be seen again, in this life or the next.” You expound.
Jacaerys’ hands drop to his side, his eyes narrow, his brow furrows. “Why? Did Visenya know? Just- why?” Jacaerys cries. “She knew as much as I told her, that forehead tap, on my death bed, is when I gave her the knowledge.” You grab one of the menus in front of you. “But…then I can’t kill myself?” Jacaerys thinks aloud. “I can’t ever get your forgiveness?” He says defeated. “Not exactly loverboy.” You say mimicking a breathing technique to help calm him. “It was a test. I wanted to see if you were serious not, about wanting my forgiveness, or if it was just guilt.” You spoke softly. “A hundred years you left that blade in, carried around the little hilt too, never once did you falter in the belief that the spell would work right?” You ask your hand tepidly going to grab Jacaerys’. “Never. I even prayed to god and you hoping either of you could give Visenya the insight to make it work.” Jacaerys absentmindedly rubs the back of your hand, his thumb gingerly swiping across your knuckles. “That’s sweet of you.” You whisper. “I saw the blade in you from the window. I told Visenya to stab you anywhere, kinda funny she chose your heart.” You snicker, reciprocating the soft gesture Jacaerys is doing on his knuckles.
Jacaerys can feel himself melting, hearing your laughter. Your true laughter, not one tainted with bitterness. “I want to believe you.” You murmur, unable to meet Jacaerys’ eyes. “What can I do help?” Jacaerys asks like a prayer. “I think you’ve done enough so far.” You give him a small smile. “Obviously we have a lot to work through, a lot to talk about, and a whole lot more to try and move past.” Your eyes widen hearing the workload out-loud. “I’m ready. To do all of it. Whenever you want, however you want, for as long as you want.” Jacaerys leans down resting on his elbows, both of his hands cup and engulf yours, he rests his forehead against it. “I know you are.” You affirm. “Can you say sorry? Just one more time?” You ask, eyes watery, you look away, before forcing yourself to meet his line of sight. Jacaerys’ breathing hitches, he feels his tears start once more. “(Y/n) I’m sorry. I’m sorry for killing you, I’m sorry for hurting you, above all I’m sorry for not trusting you.” Jacaerys sobs, he leans forward resting his forehead against yours. You bite your lip to hold back a sob, before shakily exhaling. “I feel like the above all should be for killing me, but I’ll take it.” You giggle through the tears and cries.
“Thank you.” Jacaerys sobs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He takes a deep shuddering breath. “For being so gracious. For being so forgiving. For still loving me even after everything I did.” He wails. His tears that hit your cheeks feel cleansing like a layer of veneer is being washed away. “So what now? How do we move?” Jacaerys breathlessly speaks. “I wanna start fresh.” You admit. “I’m not saying the last….millennium didn’t happen.” You look for the words, the verbiage escapes you. “But a lot of the past hurts.” Your voice cracks. “So why don’t we start again, and find each other where we are?” You suggest. “Yeah. That sounds wonderful.” Jacaerys sighs. “I’m glad.” You giggle. “So when this place opens I’m gonna leave and walk back in, and you can go ahead and hit on me and ask for my number.” You coyly speak. “Oh yeah? I’ll act shy, like I don’t know you, I’ll stutter a bit.” Jacaerys plays along. “Exactly. Plan a really romantic first date, maybe dinner, a movie, star gazing, etc.” You list off. “If you’re still loaded maybe buy me a nice gift, and an over due push present for Visenya.” You dryly remark. “Of course I’m still loaded, this place has been open for a year and we just started breaking even.” Jacaerys laughs. “I’m thinking a diamond tennis bracelet? Maybe an huge engagement ring?” He suggests, looking away. “Maybe start with the tennis bracelet, hold off on the ring.” You softly spoke.
“Are you guys done being sappy, or? Cause the cafe opens in like five minutes.” Visenya says, hand over her eyes, as she peeks out of the bakery. “Yeah sweetie come on out.” You get up to greet her. “How have you been honey?” You wrap your arms around her, pulling her in tight. “I’ve been-“ her voice cracks, “I’ve been good.” She buries her face in your neck. “Just missing you. It was hard to just…..watch you life your last life without us.” She whispers into your ear. “I know sweetie, thank you for doing that for me.” You kiss her cheek. “I’ll never ask you to do something that hard again.” You assure her. “Thank you dad.” She sighs softly. “Alright, get off me.” She jokes, wiping away her tears. “I’m gonna unlock the door, if you guys are gonna act out your little role play, please hurry before the breakfast rush hits.” She pleads unlocking the door. “Don’t worry sweetie I’ll try to make it quick. I’m a known charmer.” Jacaerys coos. “Since when? And who knows you to be a charmer?” You dryly remark. “(Y/n) please.” Jacaerys groans with a laugh. “Alright, alright.” You acquiesce. You walk out, before walking back in immediately. You head over the pastry case, perusing through the various options. “Hey.” Jacaerys huskily whispers. “Need help finding something?” He asks. “No, I think I found what I’m looking for.” You respond, looking into his eyes.
The rest is history. Written in the stars, in the way flower petals bloom, wilt, fall, and regrow. Spelled out in the wind and the waves that lap along the shore. Echoed in each heartbeat that keeps you and Jacaerys alive. Jacaerys knocks the first date out of the park. For someone who struggles to adapt to the age he lives in, he’s managed beautifully this time around. The first date felt like the rest of your life. The live music in the restaurant, the thrum of each string in their guitars, the way the air warbled as the flute player blew into their instrument. Everything from the food to the entertainment was perfect, almost tailor made to your sensibilities. Jacaerys swears it was coincidence, and even though you know better, you believe him. He’s a true gentleman, opening the car door for you, shutting it gently, before getting in and putting your seatbelt on. The drive is calming, you can feel butterflies in your stomach, it’s a strange stronger feeling now than when you first met him. The way Jacaerys timidly reaches over, lacing his fingers with yours, he’s not the alpha he’s grown into right now, and you’re not the omega you’ve grown into right now. You’re two men trying to come together again despite the odds being stacked against it. “Where are you taking me Jace?” You ask softly. There’s a joke about the woods and how he could kill you here on the tip of your tongue but you don’t make it. “You’ll see, I know you’re gonna love it when we get there.” Jacaerys turns to look at you, smiling brightly.
“I can’t wait then.” You smile back. You look down to your lap. You inspect Jacaerys’ calloused hand before gently playing with his fingers. “We’re here (Y/n).” Jacaerys says excited. He shuts off the car and gets out, walking over to your door. He gives you a hand out of the car, before leading you deeper into the woods right into the middle of a clearing. He has two luxury folding chairs already set up, and recline back. You both take a seat, you gasp as you stare up at the sky. It’s a clear night, there’s millions of little twinkles, the moon is visible, it’s like it’s right out of a painting. “Look! Shooting star! Make a wish.” Jacaerys says excitedly. You both watch as the comet burns up in the atmosphere as it crashes into the earth. “God I’m bad at this.” You laugh to yourself. “I want this forever. I don’t want either of them to keep having to bury me.” You muse morosely. You tilt your head, the air feels different, you consciously hone in on the mana streams above you. It’s almost like they’re overlayed over another energy entirely. One that only beats, thrums, sings, makes it self known in vast expanses like this forest.
“Maybe there’s a whole hidden world i never thought to explore. These trees grow large, they’re unchanging…some of them can even regrow from trimmings…” You think to yourself, but it feels much more important than a passing thought, like the information, the seed was provided by nature, or the world. Your brows furrowed, you focused harder, deeper, past the mana streams, trying to zero in on the thing just beyond that. It responds in kind, you watch as it wisps down into your palm. You inspect it watching as undulates, condenses, and vaporizes. You move it into the ground, and watch as flowers and grass sprout out of the small affected patch. A creaking, evaporating sound, rings out. You look up to the tree closest to you, a branch crumples, it’s brittle as it falls, turning to dust and scattering on the wind before hitting the ground. You’ve gleaned something from that. The energy you took that’s higher than the mana streams is almost like equivalent exchange. It doesn’t just create like magic can, it transfers from one place to another.
Jacaerys doesn’t notice, he’s too nervous, he can only hear his own heartbeat, and feel yours coming off of your palm. The rest of the date sets the tone and standard for each date after. Jacaerys constantly meets the bar and even sometimes elevates it. It’s a treat to see him work so hard for you, so you don’t tell him it’s not necessary, being with him here now, in the present, is more than enough. Before you even realize it you’ve been dating for two years now, you’ve shared a few heats with Jacaerys, he’s shared a few ruts with you. Things have finally progressed and settled, both you and Jacaerys content with the new claim marks that adorn each of your necks. What’s more than that, is your cloying scent. It’s sweeter than your regular dark chocolate, but it’s not your heat scent. Neither your or Jacaerys can figure it out, but he finds himself being more possessive and protective of you, keeping other alphas at arms length when you’re working at the cafe with him and Visenya. Your daughter is another story, she seems to be just as ready to attack as Jacaerys. It doesn’t dawn on either of you until you wake up vomiting, and even then both of you try to play it off. You and Jacaerys tried for kids over tons of lifetimes and only managed Visenya, it seems a lot easier this time around.
It’s a hard nine months, you have symptoms you didn’t experience with Visenya, and the first ultrasound explained why when the technician noticed and showed you and Jacaerys triplets on screen. Jacaerys can’t hold back his tears of joy, neither can you it’s everything you’ve wanted, it’s everything Jacaerys has dreamed of and prayed for since his journey of penitence. He’s steadfast, unwavering in his dedication, you’ve offered a few times to remove the blade for him, even saying it’d be fine, he’s always declined. “I wear it like a scarlet letter and a badge of honor.” Jacaerys said softly as he dragged his finger over your belly in a circle. “A reminder of what I’ve done, and to be better every day. To be grateful that we found each other, and that you’ve allowed this for me, for us.” He whispers, resting his head against your stomach. He’s crooning unconsciously, as your chest rumbles. It’s a lovely symphony that’s interrupted when a strong kick lands on Jacaerys’ cheek. “Oh fuhck-“ Jacaerys groans. “I bit my cheek.” Jacaerys manages to get out. You can’t hold back the laughter that erupts out of you. “Aww baby come here.” You coo, kissing his injured cheek. It’s an easy birth though, they all basically slipped out one after another.
“Rhaenys, Baelon, and Viserys.” You breathily say, chest still rising and falling as you rest in bed. “They look beautiful (Y/n).” Jacaerys sobs as he holds Rhaenys, scenting her heavily. “I guess you’ve outdone yourself. Not an easy task given I’m your first.” Visenya jokes. “Yeah you’ll always be my first Visenya.” You say wearily, your hand on her cheek. “You’ll always be my little girl.” You whisper your lip trembling. “Visenya if you ever want to relive your childhood just say the word. We can make a spell to turn you back into a baby so you can get the same experience your siblings get.” You nearly sob. “Dad you’re sweet.” Visenya says choked up. “I don’t need that, just having you here, is enough.” She weeps. “Okay sweetie. If you ever change your mind, just say the word.” You mumble. “Yeah I will dad, get some rest you’ve earned it.” She whispers back. The rest of the hospital stay is a blur as your nerves fry. Having to breast feed three hungry babies is not easy, but somehow you’re making enough milk, and they latch on easy enough. The next few years are hectic, dealing with sleep feedings, potty training, you and Jacaerys never having enough time for each other to…blow off steam. But once they’re all school age you all settle into a good routine, especially with the cafe still booming.
The cafe truly became a family business once you and Jacaerys had presented as a mated couple. And once the kids started school Jacaerys, Visenya, and you decided to close the cafe at 8pm instead of 9pm. You make dinner, and corral Baelon and Rhaenys in the kitchen with you. They both follow you like little shadows, while Viserys follows Visenya like he’s her mini-me. “Vis’nya when are you gonna show me how to do that thingy?” Viserys drawls. “What, magic? When you’re older.” She laughs. All while she and Jacaerys clean up and move things into the dishwasher. “Don’t either of you want to help dad with cleaning?” Jacaerys asks wearily. “No! I wanna see what daddy’s making.” Rhaenys turns away. “Uhm…sawwe dad, I’m helping daddy.” Baelon spoke softly, as he hid behind your legs. “Jace get back out there dinner’s almost done and I need my little helpers to get the plates ready.” You snicker. “Yeah dad!” Rhaenys blows a raspberry at Jacaerys. “Oh my sweet daughter you wound me.” Jacaerys moans, his index finger dragging down his face like a tear. He laughs before he heading back out and joining Visenya. “Alright I’m almost done here, how many of you did your homework already?” You ask looking to Rhaenys and Baelon. “It was too hawd.” Baelon shyly spoke. “Hard. Hard Baelon. And same daddy.” Rhaenys adds.
You sigh dramatically. “I guess I can make some time to help you two. Or three actually, I’m sure Viserys hasn’t done his homework either.” You say with a smile. “So be honest, is it cause it’s actually hard, or do you like spending time with daddy, dad, and your big sister?” You ask looking Baelon in his eyes, before swapping over to Rhaenys. “Why can’t it be both?” Rhaenys protests. “Uhm…uhm…it’s hawd.” Baelon says getting teary eyed. “Oh no honey come here.” You gently scoop him into your arms. “What’s wrong?” You ask gingerly rocking him back and forth. “It’s hawd, I dunno why you fink I’m lying…” Baelon sniffles. “Oh sweetie no I don’t think you’re lying, I’m sorry for making you think that.” You softly speak, peppering kisses all over his face, before placing him down on the counter and wiping away his tears. “What about me…” Rhaenys mutters arms crossed. “Come’ere my little spit fire, is daddy’s girl getting jealous?” You coo, kissing her face as well before sitting her down next to Baelon. “There’s no reason to get jealous I love all my kids equally.” You assure her. “Yeah but who’s your favorite?” Rhaenys asks narrowing her eyes. “Uh-“ you stutter, with a wry laugh, “you’re my favorite daughter that’s named Rhaenys, you’re my favorite son that’s named Baelon, Viserys is my favorite son that’s named Viserys, and Visenya is my favorite daughter that’s named Visenya.” You tactfully answer.
Rhaenys huffs, tilting her head up at you. “S’not a fair answer.” She mumbles. “It is a fair answer honey.” You tickle her lightly. “Now why don’t you and Baelon go get Viserys and set the table?” You suggest. “I dunno…” Baelon whispers looking away. “I don’t wanna.” Rhaenys says with a smile. “Whoever puts the most plates down gets to sit next to me.” You singsong, before grabbing plates. “I guess it’ll be Viserys or Visenya.” You shrug your shoulders. “Wait! No fair!” Rhaenys yells, struggling to climb down. “Daddy don’t leave us here!” Baelon shouts sniffling again. “Be careful you two.” You set the plates down, and take them down from the counter. “Baelon, baby, you gotta drink more water if you’re gonna cry this much. You’ll dehydrate.” You joke wiping his tears again. “What’s got you so worked up?” You ask softly. “I don’ know…” He whimpers, holding onto you tightly. “Alright, we can figure that out later, go help your sister and brother.” You request, tousling his hair as he grabs the plates with Rhaenys. They both get their brother who keeps pestering Visenya, before they all start trying to set the table. It quickly devolves into bickering over who set down more plates.
You sigh exasperated but beyond happy, you exit the kitchen watching as Rhaenys and Viserys argue, while Baelon hides behind Jacaerys’ legs. “I put more plates down!” Viserys shouts. “No you didn’t! Baelon did! He put down three, I put down two, you only put one down.” Rhaenys decries. “Woah what’s with all the shouting?” You say concerned. Viserys and Rhaenys freeze, but before she could react Viserys runs over to you first. “Daddy….” He drawls. “I put down more plates, but they’re lying.” He cries. “Are they now?” You ask, crouching down to pick him up. He buries his face your neck as he nods. “Okay well we can figure this out. Visenya?” You prompt. “Yeah dad?” She snickers. “You have a spell that shows you points in time right?” You ask. “Oh yeah. It’ll show me exactly what happened here at this table.” She approaches, leaning down to Viserys’ ear. “I’ll see exactly who put down how many plates.” She stresses. “Okay, before you use the mana necessary.” You adjust Viserys to look him in his eyes, your hand gingerly holds his chin so he can’t look anywhere but your face. “Are you sure you put three plates down?” You gently ask. Viserys bites his lips, his brow furrows, he shuts his eyes, but you wait until he opens them again. “No. I didn’t.” He whispers. “Rhaenys’ tellin’ the truth.” He mumbles burying his head again. You can feel his soft huffs and sniffles against your skin.
“It’s okay Viserys shhh.” You coo. “You just wanted to sit next to daddy right?” You ask. He nods, still sniffling. “I understand, and I love you just as much, but you can’t lie like that.” You say sternly, but lovingly. “So you can’t sit next to me, or dad this time, you’ll sit next to Visenya.” You scold gently. “But-“ Viserys lifts his head fast to give you puppy dog eyes, but you place a finger over his mouth. “No buts. You can’t lie about your siblings, you know better Viserys.” You press. You see his eyes well with tears. “I know champ, I know, but tomorrow’s a new day, you might be able to sit next to me then.” You suggest. You feel a tug at your pants. “Yeah Rhaenys?” You look down to her. “I know it’s my turn to sit next to you for homework, but Viserys can take today and tomorrow if it makes him feel better.” She softly spoke. “Rhaenys that’s so nice of you.” You cup her cheek. “Viserys how does that sound?” You ask. “I would like that.” He sniffles. You put him down, but before you can prompt him to be grateful, he hugs Rhaenys. “Thank you Rhae’.” He kisses her cheek. He walks over to Baelon, still hiding behind Jacaerys. “I’m sawri Baelon.” He holds out his hand. Baelon tepidly comes out from behind Jacaerys, taking Viserys hand, and pulling him into a hug. “S’okay.” Baelon squeaked.
“Good choice Vis’.” Visenya laughs. “Dinner should be done, everyone take a seat.” You chime in, walking into the kitchen. You come back out with a home cooked meal for everyone. Everyone gets a hearty serving before you walk the pot back into the kitchen. “Aww that’s sweet you all waited for me.” You coo, taking your seat in between Jacaerys and Baelon. You lean forward and see Rhaenys on Jacaerys’ other side, Viserys is sat across from you right next to Visenya. “I hope you guys enjoy I tried a new recipe.” You reveal. “I’m sure I’ll like it.” Visenya says. Viserys hurries to hide the face he makes looking at the meal. “M’shoore I like it.” Baelon says unsure. “It looks….like food daddy.” Rhaenys smiles while making a face. “Our kids are so nice.” Jacaerys snickers. “Alright enough of that. You all know the rules you gotta try it at least once before you say you don’t like it.” You smirk. You know Viserys, Rhaenys, and Baelon are all suppressing their original disgust, they’re so use to your normal meals, they’re not really sure about any changes. They each timidly grab a forkful, each of them bringing it to their mouths. They chew a few times to test it, before their eyes widen, and they chew with more gusto. “See? I told you guys.” Your hand over your mouth as you chew.
That’s how dinners go, once the plates are clean. Jacaerys and Visenya clear the table, while your three youngest rush to get their backpacks from the back. Once Jacaerys is done he sits down with you to help the kids with their homework, while Visenya goes off to enjoy herself and relax. The years wash away like sand from the shoreline, before you and Jacaerys can even realize it they’ve already graduated high school. You both blink, and they’ve graduated from college. You and Visenya discretely check them when they all reach their 25th birthday. To no one’s shock they’re all immortal too, just like their older sister, just like their sire. They all have your aptitude for magic, with Baelon showing the most natural talent. He’s already rivaling Visenya despite her centuries of training. Rhaenys and Viserys both push each other to get better, and create spells together. When you have free time you work diligently to try and make your dream a reality. This life forever. This time with your family, to stretch from here to the end of time. As the time continues to mount you make progress towards a spell that could give you that.
“Happy birthday dear daddy, happy birthday to you!” Your family all sing as you blow out the 86 shaped candles on your cake. “To many more (Y/n).” Jacaerys whispers leaning down to kiss your forehead. “God I must gross you out, huh?” You giggle softly, before it breaks into a small cough. Jacaerys huffs with a playful expression, his hand goes to your chin, tilting your head up as he kisses you slow and deep. “Gross dads.” Viserys whines looking away. “It’s not gross Viserys.” Baelon elbows Viserys in his side. “Yeah be nice.” Rhaenys chides. “It’s kinda gross.” Visenya chortles. Jacaerys pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. “Does that answer your question, love?” He whispers against your lips. “You really are my charmer, huh?” You sultrily say. “God I hate being old.” You groan. “I’ve done it too many times.” You shake your head. “I’ve had arthritis, diabetes, cataracts, and other degenerative diseases more times than I can count, and I think I’m done with that.” You gripe. “I know love…” Jacaerys face cracks before he forces a smile, “it won’t be long before you’re young again.” He whispers, he blinks his eyes faster trying to will away the tears.
“Okay dad so we have gifts.” Baelon says excitedly. “And I can’t wait to see them, but before that I’m gonna be selfish.” You gently interrupt. “I want you all to carry me into the woods.” You smirk. “Right now.” You cheerfully demand. “Cause I’m not sure I have another hour in me to stay like this.” You joke, before clearing your throat as you realize your three youngest have to finally contend with the fact that you’re not immortal. “Okay let’s go now then.” Baelon and Rhaenys say in unison. Visenya gets up, getting ready. Jacaerys stands, taking you into his arms. “Great, we’ll be back before sundown.” You beam. “I’ve taught you guys everything you know, but not everything I know. So I hope you’re all ready to see some real magic.” You crack your fingers, before hissing slightly. “No offense.” You laughed softly. “None taken.” Visenya laughs. “Is dad really as strong as you say he is?” Viserys leans in to make sure only Visenya hears him. “Oh yeah. You can’t even feel his mana or its output, because of how dense it is around him.” She snickers. “He wasn’t joking when he said ‘get ready to see some real magic’, there are spells only he can cast and use because of how much mana they consume.” Visenya smiles softly.
“You guys ready?” You yawn. “Yeah dad.” Your kids chirp. “As I’ll ever be honey.” Jacaerys whispers, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Great.” You lift your hand, your fingers tracing a magic circle faster than they can keep up with. Your youngest kids all watch mouth agape as a dense, heavy, fog cloud envelops all of you, whirling and swirling around. As it dissipates you’re all already in the woods. Rhaenys, Baelon, and Viserys all ‘ooo’ and ‘aww’, as they start to realize what you’re truly capable of. “Alright loverboy, deeper into the woods.” You command with a smile. “As you wish, my king.” Jacaerys chortles, doing as you asked, and walking deeper into the woods, your kids in tow. When you reach the clearing, you pat Jacaerys on his forearm. “We’re here. Just place me in the middle babe?” You ask softly. “Right on the ground?” Jacaerys looks down, tapping it with his shoe. “It’s not soft enough for your bones.” He worries. “Don’t worry it’s not gonna be an issue for much longer.” You assure him. He begrudgingly places you down on the ground, before instinctively backing up. You take a deep breath, feeling as if the forest, nature itself, rushes in to wrap you up. The cold moist ground, the thrum of the trees as they leak and absorb the very energy you’re about to take.
You’re mortal, but nothing is or ever was mortal about you. The countless times you’ve gone through death and reincarnation, have bolstered your magic to these heights. Your mere presence, magic signature, keeps other magic beings away. It’s oppressive and frightening when they don’t know the source, when they don’t know the person. Your children have never experienced that because they intuitively know your magic signature. You bury your hands into the ground, pulling them out covered in dirt. You raise them up, tilting your head back to look at the sky and mana streams. It was difficult at first, but over the years you’ve managed a work around. Using magic as a medium to apply direction and intention to the life energy overlaid right above the mana streams. The wind whips up, the trees, the grass, the ground all seem to screech in recognition, pain, and awe. You clench your hands, watching as the life energy pierces through the mana stream, being drawn to you. You take a deep breath, absorbing the life energy of the forest through your nose and mouth. Jacaerys is impressed, but he always is, he’s never had aptitude for magic, he doesn’t realize he’s witnessing the impossible.
Your children are awestruck, glued to ground, mouths dropped open, as they watch you manipulate a mana stream. They look to Visenya, she watches with a smile, she’s impressed, but she’s always known what you’ve been capable of. You continue to draw in the life energy, in excess of what air your lungs can hold. Jacaerys looks around watching as the ground around you starts turning gray and brittle, before it crumbles into ash. The destructive effect spreads out in a circle with you as the origin point. The trees start to crack and splinter, their brown bark drying out and crumbling, their green foliage turning dark and darker, wilting and falling, but turning to dust before it touches the ground. Jacaerys feels like he should be scared, but he’s reverent instead, he doesn’t know why this is happening, but he knows you’re the cause. As you consume the life energy your white hair returns to its natural color and sheen, your skin gets its color back. Jacaerys and your children watch with awe as you undo the last 61 years of aging. By the time you’ve finished, and you softly exhale, a kilometer of the forest has crumbled and turned gray.
As you stand, you float into the sky, your lips move quickly as you whisper an incantation, both index fingers drawing a larger magic circle than any of them have ever seen, right in the space of the plant life you consumed. When the circle is complete, you lift your arms to the sky again, and the ground and nature respond in kind. Where you had left death and decay, new life sprouts, trees raise out of the ground, just as tall, just as strong. The ground where you sat now has a lush patch of flowers and grass over it. When the magic circle breaks and fades out of existence you look down, making sure you’ve returned everything to its rightful order. When you know you have you gently float back down. “Tada!” You say with jazz hands. “Thank god that worked I never wanna be 86 again.” You bemoan with a laugh. Visenya moves first, she takes your hand, her mouth opening and closing as she looks over you. “It’s not a glamour?” She breathes heavily. “You’re not sustaining yourself with mana, your body has gone back?” She whispers. “Exactly. I’ll still age, but now you guys don’t have to watch me die, or bury me, hopefully ever again.” You smile softly.
“Dad how’d you do that?” Viserys asks breathlessly. “Do what?” You tilt your head. “Visenya can’t even touch those mana streams, let alone manipulate them, you just made their flow change.” He says exasperated. “Yeah dad don’t hold out on us. How can we do that?” Baelon chimes in, coming closer with Rhaenys. “I don’t know to be completely honest. I just noticed maybe my third or fourth life, I could pull on them. I think my last life, or one of the ones before, when your sire found me again, I noticed I could make them do what I wanted.” You elaborate candidly. “And while I’m being honest I don’t know that any of you will ever be able to manage a feat like that.” You softly spoke. “You just don’t have the mana for it, and you’re all immortal, so you probably never will.” You elucidate. “We can’t just…get more?” Rhaenys asks sadly. “No, I’ve tried.” Visenya chimes in. “You can’t make your mana stores larger, I’ve tried. The only way, or at least the only way I know of, is death and rebirth.” Visenya continues. “So it’s not impossible, you just haven’t found a way to do it yet?” Baelon counters. “That’s one way to put it. Magic is the world of imagination after all. If you can’t picture it, you can’t do it.” You smile softly.
Your kids all start brainstorming, with Visenya chiming in when they mention something she’s already tried and knows won’t work. As they go back and forth, you look over to Jacaerys. His eyes are bleary, as he looks you up and down. You walk over to him, stopping half way. He moves until he’s right in front of you. “So…you catching flies or something?” You giggle, your hand going to his chin to close his mouth. His tears spill over, as his hands touch your face, his fingers swipe over your cheeks, he can feel the spring of your skin, the youth you’ve returned to. “You gonna keep staring at me like that, or are you gonna say something?” You tease. Jacaerys chortles, looking down to the ground, before his eyes meet yours again. “Don’t tell me you preferred me as a wrinkly bag of bones?” You laugh. Before you can get your next joke off, Jacaerys kisses you deeply, passionately, desperately, ardently, it’s laced with reverence and thanks. When he pulls away there’s a string of saliva bridging the gap between you two. “I would always prefer you. However you come to me.” He whispers against your lips. “I just- I can’t believe it.” He giggles. “You’re something incredible…I’ve always known that, and yet you always manage to surprise me…” Jacaerys takes a shuddering breath.
“Good gotta keep that element of surprise so you don’t get bored.” You bite your lip, your hand on Jacaerys’ chest. Jacaerys smiles wryly. “I could never get bored, not with you by my side. We could spend a century locked in room together with nothing but each other, and I’d always find something new about you.” Jacaerys whispers. “Yeah?” You sigh sweetly. “Yeah.” Jacaerys leans in closer. “Ya’know…I haven’t had a heat in like maybe 30 years?” You estimate, voice soft so only Jacaerys hears you. “The first one is gonna hit hard, Ya’know.” You sultrily imply. “All of me is young again. All of me.” You bite your lip. Jacaerys’ face turns red, he licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. “Yeah?” He huskily asks, matching your volume. “I’ll have to look over every single inch of you.” His hand goes to your ass cheek, pulling you closer. “Inside and out.” His other hand goes to your hip. “I can’t wait, you’re probably gonna stretch me out again.” You kiss him softly. “I can’t wait either. I’m gonna put so many miles on it.” Jacaerys laughs. “Uhm- dads…can we go back to finish dad’s birthday party…” Baelon approaches, hand over his eyes. “Yeah. Let’s go. We’ve got the rest of eternity to be together.” You giggle, taking Jacaerys’ hand and walking over to your kids. With another flick of your hand, dense fog springs up, swirling, before evaporating and leaving you all back in the family cafe.
The Long Way Back: Chapter 8 - Re-established Connection. Full Bars.
A/n: Final part of an OC-ish story! Jacaerys Velaryon and you were best friends, thick as thieves. But when you presented as an omega and he as an alpha, things changed. Especially when you realized you loved him, much more and deeper than a best friend ever should, or would. As you tried to close the gap, bridge the distance, he pulled away harder, faster. ~24.5k words
Warnings: angst, slow burn, comfort (at some point), best friends to enemies/strangers, enemies/strangers to lovers, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Jacaerys Velaryon is an alpha), male reader is a singer, Jacaerys Velaryon is football star, mentions of death and suicidal ideation, internalized homophobia, homophobic people, violence, non-graphic sexual intimacy (MDNI, while it’s not explicit in detail, it’s still a bit heavy handed and physical), I do not know jack shit about American football and did minimal, and I mean like the most I did was probably google a few NFL terms, research. Kinda self indulgent and gratuitous.
P.s: (F/I/Y/N) means first initial of Your Name. So if your name is John then (F/I/Y/N) would read as J. (F/I/L/N) means first initial of last name. So if your name is John Doe, then (Y/n)(F/I/L/N) would read as John D.
The moment Regina and Antonio are gone, Jacaerys takes a deep breath slumping against the couch. “Okay…that went about as well as I could’ve hoped for…” Jacaerys muses, he holds his hands up watching as they tremble. He clutches his fists closed, before relaxing and putting his hands on his thighs. Jacaerys shuts his eyes letting the TV drone on in the background. He’s doesn’t realize it as it happens but he falls asleep. When his eyes flutter open, and he lifts his head he registers the weight on his lap. He looks down, eyes filling with love, as he see you sleeping curled into his side, arms around his neck. You draped a blanket over the two of you before you climbed into his lap. His arms must’ve subconsciously moved to wrap around your waist and hold you close to him. The moment he stirs he can feel your muscles twitch and flex. “Hey sleepyhead, you finally up?” You groggily ask, a tired smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, when’d you get back?” He says snuggling into your neck. “An hour or two ago, dinner should be almost ready.” You yawn. “How’d it go with my parents?” You ask rubbing your eyes.
Jacaerys draws in a breath. “Well let me say thank you first,” he presses a kiss to your temple, then your forehead, ending up on your lips, “for asking them to be nice to me.” He says with a small giggle. “Did it work?” You sheepishly ask. “Welllllll,” Jacaerys drawls out, “they weren’t as mean as they could’ve been so I’d say it did.” He says softly. “Ugh I’m sorry Jace I know it must’ve been hard.” You whisper. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He assures strongly. “I made a lot of a bad choices in regard to you, I did a lot of bad that I’m,” he takes another breath, “glad I have to answer for.” He says warmly. “The fact they even raked me over the coals at all means they at least, on some level, trust or dare I even say like me right?” Jacaerys says trying to rationalize it all. “Not sure if that’s how it works-“ A laugh breaks up your sentence as Jacaerys’ fingers dig into your side and begin to tickle you. “But I think you’re right!” You manage to get out through your squeals and laughter. “Thank you darling.” Jacaerys whispers resting his forehead against yours.
“Do you think you can handle a dinner with them?” You asks softly. “Well, I’m not sure there’s much I can’t handle after today.” Jacaerys giggles. “But your mom invited me, I think, so I shouldn’t be rude.” He says warmly. “Great.” You say eyes crinkling as you smile. “Well isn’t this a sweet sight?” Regina says cutting through the sweetness. Jacaerys arm’s instinctively wrap around you tighter, before relaxing. “You think so?” You say with a laugh, as you bury yourself deeper into Jacaerys’ neck. Jacaerys can feel himself shrinking under Regina’s gaze, but he tightens his arms around you, putting on a brave smile. “Well I think it is.” He timidly says, snuggling further into you. “Hmm.” Regina hums, Jacaerys can’t tell if it’s in approval, or contempt. “Dinner is served, Antonio is already seated.” Regina says. “We’ll be right there mom.” You say softly. “Don’t make us wait. Joanna has outdone herself yet again.” Regina says turning to leave. “Let’s not keep her waiting, I don’t need another reason for her to keep me on her shit list.” Jacaerys giggles, patting your butt as you stand.
You take Jacaerys hand as you walk into the dinner room. The tension is thick, thickening, as Antonio, Regina, and now Joanna all stare at you and Jacaerys. You can’t tell or feel it, but their eyes are scrutinizing as they try to read Jacaerys. All you do know is, you have to make sure Jacaerys feels welcome. You have to make sure they see how loving he is with you. As soon as you approach your chair, your hand is swatted away by Jacaerys’ as he pulls your chair out. He sits down right beside you, his hand twitching as it rests against his own lap. You notice it almost immediately, pulling it onto your lap, and playing with his fingers. “Babe what are you hungry for?” Jacaerys asks leaning over. “Ooo I want her tacos, and one of her burritos please.” You respond happily, as Jacaerys reaches over and starts to serve you. When he’s content with the amount of food on your plate, he goes to serves himself. “Oh avoid that tray and that tray, they’re spicy.” You quickly get out. “Thanks honey.” He says warmly, before serving himself from the non-spicy plates. He groans with delight as the first bite of his meal hits his tongue. “Joanna this is amazing. The stories (Y/n)’s told me about your cooking did not do you justice.” Jacaerys compliments taking another spoonful.
“I’m glad the meal is to your liking.” Joanna responds, warmth seeping into her tone. She can tell how much the two of you have fallen into each other. “So Jacaerys.” Regina starts clearing her throat. “You’re something an athlete, from what I’ve heard?” She says, as she cuts into her burrito with a fork and knife. “Yes, Mrs. (L/n). I play in the NFL for Ebon Valor.” Jacaerys says half stiffly, half trying to be his warm self. “Hmm.” She grunts chewing. “Not exactly a lucrative career is it?” She says heavy handed. “Mom!” You cut in. “Just some teasing dear. S’not like Jacaerys can’t handle it right?” Regina says looking to jacaerys. “She’s right just some teasing my love.” Jacaerys responds. It’s not immediate but he thinks he can see the next steps in this tepid waltz. “I am very comfortable, more than able to provide, for my self. And another.” Jacaerys says moving your hand and his to the top of the table. “I also have some deals in the works with some athletic brands, some athleisure brands, even a luxury brand.” He says trying to sound humble. “Can’t divulge more than that, NDAs, you know.” He chortles, taking a sip of wine. “Mm,” he swallows the wine, “should become even more lucrative with the last win I was able to cinch my team.” He says off handedly.
“Oh yes, I think I saw something about that this morning.” Regina says, taking a swig of her wine. “The superb bowl or something, or other…” her words are punctuated by the slide of her knife through another section of her burrito, “tell me is that some major event in football?” She asks. “Mom.” You say strongly, but before you can continue jacaerys thumb glides across the back of your hand. You back down, you won’t interfere with what he’s doing. “Of course. It’s more than some major event, it’s theeevent in the football world.” Jacaerys clarifies. “It’s a yearly event, that only the best of the best teams qualify for.” Jacaerys expounds. “And this year, yours truly, brought our team to victory.” He says happily. Regina nods, swallowing her food, and taking a napkin to the purse of her lips, wiping away what little she can. “So, in essence, it’s like the World Cup, just not as grand, since it’s every year.” She says with a smile. Jacaerys laughs taking her ribbing in stride. “Yeah you could say that. Although I don’t know how expensive it is to run commercials during the World Cup, but a thirty second slot during the Super Bowl can run you about seven million.” Jacaerys says proudly. “Oh maybe I should talk to my company about running a commercial next year, I’m sure we can find the pocket change in a couch somewhere to fund it.” She fires back.
“I think that’d be a great idea.” Jacaerys says taking another forkful into his mouth. “If you’d like I could even star in it, free of charge. Since I’m not sure what the budget would be like.” He says excited. “Bring some more attention to your company.” He says softly. “Not that it needs it of course.” Jacaerys adds. “Right. I like the sound of that, though I’m not so sure if a football player can really sell the aesthetic necessary for it.” Regina responds. “But I’m sure your asking fee reflects your current standing.” She says with a giggle. Jacaerys matches her and giggles with her. “So Jacaerys what was your motivation during the game?” Antonio cuts in, either trying to diffuse some of the tension or contribute to it. “Ah well, my motivation during the game…” Jacaerys pauses, a big smile stretching across his face, “he’s right next to me.” He says looking to you. “I’m not sure if you saw, but I think the highlight of the Super Bowl was right at the end.” Jacaerys says fondly. “When I hoisted (Y/n) up onto my shoulder for the world to see.” He says softly, his hand going to ruffle your hair.
“You’re one for grand gesture aren’t you?” Antonio says softly. “I can’t recall when it was, but someone forwarded me a clip of one of your post game interviews.” Antonio pauses, chewing his food. “That little ultimatum or plea, your declaration of love, and then waiting at some pizza shop for (Y/n).” Antonio says fighting the smile that wants to grace his face. “Should we expect more of that?” He asks. “Yeah, honestly? You should.” Jacaerys giggles. “It’s who I am. Now. I’d stop if (Y/n) asked me, but he hasn’t.” Jacaerys says warmly. “Do you want me to stop my love?” Jacaerys looks over puppy dog eyes on fully display. “Of course not babe.” You coo pinching his cheek. “Most alphas would feel ashamed or embarrassed at their pining being on full display.” Antonio says sharply. “How did you feel?” Antonio’s gaze hardens. “Truth be told, I felt that way for a split second before it disappeared.” Jacaerys says. “I think I’ve spent so long being ashamed of and trying to hide who I am, that now these grand gestures feel empowering.” Jacaerys says confidently.
“It feels like…” Jacaerys pauses, looking for the right words. “Like you’re reclaiming part of yourself?” Antonio suggest. “Yes! Exactly! Like I’m going back to who I was before I let shame dictate what I should do, and…” Jacaerys looks to you wistfully, “who I should love.” He says softly, hand cupping your cheek. Antonio nods letting Jacaerys’ words sink in. “Most people fall back in to old habits when things get tough, don’t they?” Regina cuts in. Jacaerys can’t help but laugh. “Yeah that’s true. Most people do fall back into old habits whether good ones or bad ones.” Jacaerys admits. “I think the difference, the true mark of growth, is realizing when you’re starting to fall back, and being able to catch yourself.” He elaborates. “And that’s something I can do with or without (Y/n), because I wanted this growth to stick.” He adds. “What about others?” Regina presses, Jacaerys can see her gaze drift to you before snapping back to him. “Other people’s bad habits might be stronger, might be more harmful.” She says. “That might be true, ya’know everyone has their own journey.” Jacaerys says softly. “But in a relationship, you lead with grace. With understanding, with love.” He says with a sweet smile. “It’s not a problem to me, or an issue that needs to be solved. It just is. And if that person can help me through mine, I can absolutely help them through theirs.” Jacaerys says passionately.
Regina slowly nods, before turning her attention back to her plate. The dinner is quiet, less tense, sprinkled in with conversation that stays somewhat vague as you and your mom discuss your upcoming album, your new era, and the vibe you’re trying to cement. “I hope you all saved room for dessert.” Joanna teases as she gets up from the table. She comes back carrying a tray with a wide assortment of pastries and desserts. “Ooo here you go, (Y/n).” Jacaerys says handing you your favorite dessert. “Thanks sweetie.” You coo, kissing his cheek. Jacaerys waits until everyone else has grabbed what they’d prefer before grabbing a scone. “Would you like coffee Jacaerys?” Joanna asks. “No thank you, but maybe some green tea? I know that’s (Y/n) favorite drink before bed.” Jacaerys asks. “As you wish.” Joanna says as she leaves the table. Antonio can’t help but swoon, as the distrust slowly leaves him. Regina is impressed, but she’s much slower to trust. As dinner ends, Regina and Antonio excuse themselves first, allowing you and Jacaerys to do as you please.
“Alright dear tell me what you’re thinking.” Antonio says as soon as the door to their room shuts. “I don’t trust him. I don’t like him for (Y/n).” Regina says immediately, like she’d been holding it in. “That’s not what you’re thinking, Regina. Be honest.”
Antonio says softly, taking her hands into his. “God why are you and (Y/n) so perceptive all the time…” she groans taking his hands to her face, as she sits at the seat of their bed. “I think, think, he may have, possibly, changed.” Regina begrudgingly admits. “I don’t know that I trust him, or that I’ll ever trust him given what he’s put our son through…” she pauses, “but Jacaerys is either the best actor I’ve ever seen, or he really loves (Y/n).” She reveals. “It’s hard to fake that much warmth…and (Y/n) would’ve been able to see through it if it was.” She says softly. “What are you thinking Antonio?” She asks. He sighs deeply. “More or less the same.” He admits. “It’s hard to stay mad, it’s even harder to let go and actually trust Jacaerys.” Antonio says. “But?” Regina asks. “There’s just certain…ticks you can see on an omega as an omega.” Antonio elaborates. “And based on what I saw, (Y/n) loves him. He feels safe with him. He looks like he’s at peace, like he’s at home with Jacaerys. If I didn’t already know, I’d be shocked to find out they aren’t mated yet.” Antonio finishes with a smile.
“But what if (Y/n) gets hurt again?” Regina asks scared. “If (Y/n) loves him, even more than he did when you two first came back…” she pauses, shakily exhaling, “if (Y/n) breaks like that again-“ she trails off, she can’t even bring herself to say it. “I know you didn’t want to see it.” Antonio starts. “But you should watch that moment on field, when (Y/n) ran into Jacaerys’ arms.” He says with a soft smile. “The way he held (Y/n) up like a trophy? That stupid love sick grin he had when (Y/n) was sat on his shoulder?” Antonio reminisces. “That’s love. That’s a love like ours. I hope someone recorded that for their eventual wedding.” He says with a giggle as he approaches Regina, cradling her head in his hands. Regina looks up to Antonio with teary eyes. “I’m just so-“ she bites back a sob, “scared for (Y/n). I never want to see him that pained again.” She says with a quiet sob. “Call me crazy Regina, but I don’t think he’ll ever be that hurt again.” Antonio says hopeful. “I trust in (Y/n)’s discernment, and if (Y/n) is willingly falling into this love he has, I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing.” Antonio says. “You’re right.” Regina admits. “You’re right. I’ll try to lighten up on Jacaerys, and trust (Y/n) like you do.” She says as her tears keep falling. “I know (Y/n) would appreciate that dear, as much as I do.” Antonio says kissing her tears away.
“This is my room.” You say happily, as you open the door. “Oh my god-“ jacaerys breathing catches as he takes it all in, “you weren’t joking about the guest rooms being small huh.” He laughs. “I really wasn’t. I have a loft and everything.” You say taking his hand into yours as you lead him up to your bed. “Oh my god they spared no expense making sure you live in the lap of luxury.” Jacaerys says impressed. “I hope this isn’t off putting.” You say sheepishly. “Nah, only makes me want to work harder.” Jacaerys laughs flicking your nose. “So this your comfy bed?” Jacaerys voice starts off strong before ebbing away into nothing. “Yeah, this is it!” You giggle jumping into. “Why don’t you join me?” You ask sultrily. “I probably shouldn’t…” Jacaerys says hand behind his head, “I don’t wanna burn through all the goodwill I just got.” He says softly. “Too bad.” You giggle taking his arm and pulling him into your bed. “You’re not playing fair!” He giggles as he wraps his arms around you. “Don’t care~” you flirtily say, your hands running down his spine, before going to his head. “I’ve dreamed of this moment before, I wanted to see if it’d feel better in real life.” You whisper. “And does it?” Jacaerys asks softly. “By leagues, babe.” You coo, draping your leg over his.
Jacaerys’ alpha starts crooning without realizing it. Feeling your scent so concentrated and the warmth of your body. Your omega responds in kind, purring, chest rumbling against his in unspoken satisfaction. The two of you lay in silent bliss, letting the stress of the day fade away. “Hey (Y/n)…” Jacaerys says nervously. “Yeah Jace?” You ask softly. “So when I first spoke to your parents…” he pauses, looking down at you, before looking away, “I asked them if I could mate you.” He whispers. You shoot up eyes wide, shining like they’ve stars in them. “Really?” You ask excitedly. “Yeah I felt really bad, during your heat you kept asking me to mark you, and I couldn’t it didn’t feel right then.” Jacaerys admits. “I wanted to ask your parents first, and I did.” He laughs. “They said that’s between us.” He admits, his thumb going to trail your bottom lip. “So if you still want it, I’d be more than happy to make this even more official.” Jacaerys says softly. “Is that something you want?” You breathlessly ask. “I had to keep biting my forearms to get my teeth to stop aching.” Jacaerys shyly admits. “When you looked at me, teary eyed from the pleasure, like I was your whole world, the way you said ‘please…’ like you wouldn’t survive if I didn’t…” Jacaerys bites his hand as he recalls it. “You have no idea how hard it was to fight against it. But now I don’t have to. I want it, and I’ll do it, if you want it too.” Jacaerys says huskily.
Your smile falters before you force it back up. Your hands play with the hem of Jacaerys shirt. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Jacaerys asks. “I thought you didn’t want to mark me.” You say soft and sad. “Ya’know you had me face down, I couldn’t see how you were struggling, all I knew was you weren’t doing it.” You say with a breathy giggle, feeling heat climb to your face. “I wanted it so badly you have no idea.” Jacaerys leans in whispering. “Yeah?” You ask breathy. “Yeah.” Jacaerys assures, getting closer. “Prove it to me.” You demand, your forehead meeting Jacaerys’. Like a spark to a powder keg, your word ignited a primal fire inside Jacaerys. Restraint fell to the wayside, as Jacaerys disrobed the two of you. It was soft, a tempered waltz, a re-joining of two souls into one mixture. It soon turned animalistic, but lost no love or devotion, as Jacaerys gave into his instincts, letting his alpha lead him through what he was about to do. His rational side kept things in check, as he forced his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet. The moment the whole of him is buried deep, his canines dug into the flesh around your scent gland claiming you as his. The second you felt his teeth sink into your flesh, white hot euphoria spread throughout your body. Sparks danced up your spine as his, as both of your instincts were sated. The night continued until you were on your back, and able to sink your teeth into Jacaerys’ neck right around his scent gland claiming his as yours. An overwhelming sense of pleasure and calm over took Jacaerys. It was like finally coming home after centuries away. Only after did the two of you fall blissfully into sleep, your bond strengthening and evolving with the new marks.
“(Y/n).” Regina projects into your room. “(Y/n)?” She asks again when she gets no answer. She narrows her eyes, but silently walks around your room. She tepidly climbs up the stairs, reaching the apex as her mouth drops open. There you are wrapped up, shirtless, probably more naked than she’d like to admit, in Jacaerys’ arms, who is probably just as naked as you are. She wants to say something, anything, but the words die on her tongue as she takes note of the deep bite marks you and Jacaerys now have. Her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose, as her eyes shut tight. She lets loose a quiet disbelieving laugh, before shaking her head. She turns around leaving the two of you to relish the newfound closeness you both have. The hours trickle away like candle wax, as you nuzzle closer to Jacaerys, and his arms tighten to make up the distance that appears between his forearms and your back. The two of you wake up slowly, eyes fluttering at the same time. “Hey.” Jacaerys gruffly says. “Hey.” You say still sleepy. “You ready to get up?” He asks, arms stretching. “Not really.” You say wrapping your arms and legs around him. “Well we should see what your parents are up to.” Jacaerys yawns as he stands up, arms going underneath your butt to hold you up.
“Nooooo…” you protest as Jacaerys flicks the light on in the bathroom. “Come on (Y/n) we can shower together~” Jacaerys coos. “You’re gonna have to scrub every inch of me cause I’m not lifting a finger.” You pout crossing your arms. “I’ve already seen every inch of you, you’re wrong if you think that’s gonna stop me.” Jacaerys teases, as he places you in the shower and turns the water on. “Last chance (Y/n).” Jacaerys says as he grabs your loofa, and squirts your body wash into it. “Nope.” You say turning away. “Alright have it your way.” He says as he grabs you and makes you stand. True to his word he combs over every inch of you, scrubbing softly, and placing kisses along your body, and focusing on your tender neck. “Ya’know, if you want to be pampered, all you have to do is ask.” He giggles as his fingers massage your scalp, making sure the shampoo gets in. “Feels better when I make you work for it.” You giggle leaning into his touch. “It’s never work if it’s for you.” He answers, rinsing off the shampoo. “You’re so sweet Jace.” You purr. “Want me to return the favor?” You ask contentedly. “Nah, you can scrub me down tonight or tomorrow morning instead.” He says with a kiss to your lips.
He finishes cleaning you with the devotion you’d expect from a shrine worker. “I’m gonna go ahead and wash up now. Do you want me to set you on the counter?” Jacaerys asks softly. “Yes please, I wanna enjoy the show.” You say cheeky. Jacaerys laughs, but you can see the blush dashing across his face. “Then I’ll make it as good as I can.” He whispers. And that he does, flexing his muscles as best he can, letting the water fall in rivulets down the creases of his musculature. It’s sensual, and effortless how he exudes the sex appeal of a demigod. When all is said and done you’re light headed from the amount of blood rushing south. “How was that?” Jacaerys sultrily asks, slotting himself between your legs. “I think for my next birthday I want you to strip for me.” You whisper, unable to meet his eyes after all that. Jacaerys chortles, biting back a laugh. “If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what my baby gets.” Jacaerys says kissing your forehead. “You still wanna be babied or?” He teases. “Just for that you gotta carry me around on your shoulder.” You say with a huff. “Oh no…” Jacaerys says sarcastically. “Whatever will I do with my sweet, perfect, loving omega strewn atop my shoulder?” He deadpans. “I’ll never recover.” He feigns crying. “Come’on (Y/n) do you hear yourself?” He giggles as he picks you up.
“Keep it up Jace,” you playfully huff, “and you’ll be sleeping on the couch of every Airbnb and hotel I book for the foreseeable future.” You tease back. “Wait, no! I’m so sorry please don’t do that to me.” He sobs as he nuzzles the side of his head into your thigh. “You know I could never do that to you babe.” You coo, playing with his curls. “I know, but don’t play with my heart like that.” He says with a giggle. “We’ve already been apart for too long to go back to that.” He whispers. “I swear sometimes you’re too sweet for your own good.” You giggle pressing a kiss to his lips. As you go to your closet to pick out something to wear Jacaerys eyes go wide. “Fuuuuccck…” he drawls out panicking. “What’s wrong?” You ask tossing things behind you as you look. “All of my clothes are in my room…” he says scared. “Yeah, so?” You say not getting it. “All of my clothes are in the guest room, and here I am dripping wet, NOT in my room.” He stresses. Your eyes go just as wide. “Oh shit…” you mutter. “Uh okay not an issue I can get someone to bring your luggage here.” You wager. “It’s where they should’ve put your luggage anyways.” You say offhandedly.
“No, wait.” Jacaerys says hand over his mouth. “What if they tell your mom?” He says terrified. “Well I mean I’m sure she understands we’re a couple. And mated now.” You say happily. “That’s like a step before marriage isn’t…it…?” You say feeling heat rush to your face. “Yeah…it is…” Jacaerys says burying his blushing face in his hands. “Okay what if we sneak to the guest room…” Jacaerys starts, “I can change, and then you can bring up moving my things to your room.” Jacaerys elaborates. “And why do I have to do it Jace?” You ask giggling and with a raised eyebrow. “Well this is kinda your fault.” Jacaerys says softly. “You seduced me into taking you in your childhood bed.” He says hand going to his chest, clutching imaginary pearls. “I was taken advantage of by your omega wiles.” He bemoans. “That’s not what you were saying last night.” You say with a lilt, crossing your arms. “What was it you were saying?” You fake forgetfulness. “Oh right!” You say excited. “‘Whose is it?’, ‘Say it’s mine.’, and ‘You feel so good.’.” You giggle, feeling your face get hot. “Am I forgetting anything?” You say innocently. “That’s enough-“ Jacaerys sputters. “You’re so fun to tease babe.” You coo, going up and pulling him down to kiss his face.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up and pay my kiss tax.” Jacaerys laughs, his hands holding your hips. Neither of you hear the door open, or the clicking of heels as they approach. “I thought I’d give you two some more alone time and privacy, but I see it only served to make you bolder, Jacaerys.” Regina says, cutting through the tenderness with surgical precision. Jacaerys tenses, his hands go to pull away, but yours keep them exactly where they are. “It takes two to tango mom. Something you should know, given that I’m standing here.” You retort with a laugh, you let go of Jacaerys hands when you feel his grip relax, and his fingers thrum against your hips. “And now you’ve got my son being smart with me.” Regina laughs. “Is this anyway to make a first impression Jacaerys?” She asks. “First impression-?” Jacaerys says confused. “We’ll act like yesterday didn’t happen.” Regina says. “That doesn’t mean we’re forgetting.” She clarified. “But my son loves you so, there must be some good to you.” Regina jabs. “First impressions are everything, and I have to say, claiming my son in his bed, in his childhood home, doesn’t set the stage for a glowing first meeting.” Regina teases. Her lips twitch into a smile watching as Jacaerys flushes, and looks away. “I’ll have the housekeeper move your things here Jacaerys, and I’ll have them take care of whatever mess you’ve both let up there.” She says turning on her heels. “I’ll forgive it this once, but be on your best behavior.” She says stopping at the doorway. “I have eyes and ears everywhere.” She says seriously, looking over her shoulder, back at Jacaerys with a piercing gaze.
When she finally leaves Jacaerys feels like he can take a deep breath. “You okay?” You ask softly, towel already in hand, drying his hair. “Yeah.” He says with a loving smile. “Have I told you how much I love you?” He asks warmly. “Only every day.” You chortle. “And it’s still not nearly enough.” He whispers leaning up to kiss you. “Yeah, yeah loverboy.” You giggle, he laughs with you, he knows how much you love and adore when he dotes on you. “Master (L/n)?” John asks leaning his head in, hand over his eyes. John’s scent hits Jacaerys nose first. “An unmated alpha? Daring to enter my omega’s room?” Immediately flashes through Jacaerys’ mind, faster than he can rein it in. He’s up immediately, covering you with his body, ready to defend. “It’s okay Jace.” You whisper rubbing his back. “It’s just John.” You quietly say. “Yes John?” You projected. “I’ve brought over Jacaerys’ luggage. I’ve been told he’ll be staying here?” He asks unsure. “Yes that’s correct please bring it in.” You assure him. “Jacaerys this is John, John this is Jacaerys. You only got to meet him in passing.” You explain. “Ah, right you’re the one who told Adam to get the car ready for (Y/n).” Jacaerys recounts as John’s voice finally clicks. “Yes sir, I hope you’ve been enjoying your time here thus far.” John says, dropping Jacaerys bags in front of him. “John.” You chastise softly. “Yes young master?” He says sheepishly. “Please take his bags into one of the closets, and treat Jacaerys kindly. He’ll be staying more frequently.” You plead. “As you wish.” John says grabbing Jacaerys’ bags. “My apologies, Jacaerys. It would seem (Y/n) is quite taken with you.” John says, as he walks over to the most empty of your three closets. “This one should suffice. Should I unpack your belongings?” He asks. “No thank you, I can do it myself.” Jacaerys assures. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to it then.” John says taking his leave.
“Do you really mean it? I’ll be here more frequently?” Jacaerys asks with a dorky smile. “Of course I did. You’re home now, right?” You ask strongly. Jacaerys feels like a teenager all over again, with how fast his heart is beating. It’s moments like these that make him realize he really does have it all. “If only I could tell my younger self that he really could have it all…” Jacaerys muses. “At least until we buy a home together. I like Beverly Hills a lot though, and I don’t know if you’d want to live out where your team is from.” You chortle. “Well wherever you want home to be, is where I want it.” Jacaerys assures as he walks to the closet to hang his clothes. “I’m gonna get ready then!” You say grabbing a few things. “And don’t forget your gifts for my parents! I’m sure they’d love to receive them now!” You add. “Don’t worry I didn’t forget! I have a whole day planned for the four of us!” He says as he gets dressed. When the two of you step out you’re wearing a brown crewneck sweatshirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and sneakers. You’ve got your Cartier bracelets on one wrist and a gold bracelet on the other. Jacaerys is wearing a cream short sleeve polo, dark grey tailored pants, and white sneakers, he’s wearing that same Cartier Santos watch and a thin gold chain. Either Jacaerys is sneaking glances as you get ready, or the two of you are color coordinating without speaking.
“This is what mornings should feel like.” Jacaerys says as his eyes linger on you. “On edge as the whole home sizes you up?” You tease walking over to him. “No.” He giggles, stepping in front of you, hand going to your cheek. “Warm, easy, you and me.” He says softly. “Now that’s something I could get use to.” You hum, nuzzling into his hand. “So you have a whole day planned for us?” You ask tapping his chest. “And when was I going to be let in on that?” You say with mock offense. “Never.” Jacaerys says shortly. “I wanted this to be something I planned entirely, I want them to like me, and see me as more than what they do. And if I want that I gotta do some of the heavy lifting myself.” He says smugly. “Well then.” You chortle. “I hope you succeed.” You chirped, as you leave. “Wait for me!” He giggles, grabbing the two gift bags he had tucked into his luggage. He catches up, taking your hand into his as you lead him to the living room. “Jacaerys. Is there any reason you gave Joanna a paid day off?” Regina asks, her voice isn’t laced with that same cutting edge, it’s more controlled, genuinely curious. “I have a day planned for the four of us.” He says brightly. “Starting with brunch.” He adds. “But before I forget, I wanted to give these to you and Antonio.” Jacaerys shyly says, handing Regina the Cartier bag, and Antonio the Dior bag.
Regina raises an eyebrow as she makes eye contact with Antonio, who shoots her a smug look. She rolls her eyes at Antonio, before going to open her bag. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she inspects the box. Her mouth drops open as she unveils what Jacaerys got her. It’s a Ballon Bleu De Cartier watch, one she didn’t already have, and costs nearly as much as a house. “Jacaerys this is-“ Regina’s words fail her. “I don’t know what to say.” She manages to get out, before she takes a breath and composes herself. “I suppose this is adequate. Thank you.” She says calmly, her hands shake a touch, just barely unnoticeable as she puts the watch on. “It fits perfectly.” She says under her breath. “My turn~” Antonio singsongs. He undoes the little ribbon closing the bag with a flourish. He pulls out a little satin bag, undoing the knot before pulling out a Cannage Chain Link bracelet. “My god this is perfect.” Antonio says breathlessly as he gives it to Regina to help him put it on. “It fits perfectly. Thank you, Jacaerys.” Antonio gushes. “You must’ve put a lot of thought into these gifts.” He says warmly. “Oh thank you, but I can’t take all the credit (Y/n) helped me.” Jacaerys reveals. “I only helped him with the stores he took care of everything else.” You coo, giving him a hug. You gently tug his ear, a quiet sign for him to accept and go along with what you just said.
The little tug doesn’t escape Regina’s notice but she doesn’t say anything. “Hmm, well then I suppose you’ve done a decent job.” Regina says. “Since you’ve sent myemployee home, I am starved.” Regina says as she stands. “Will you keep us waiting much longer?” She asks arms crossed. “Not at all.” Jacaerys says looking to his watch, and then taking out his phone. “In fact our ride has arrived.” Jacaerys says confidently. He takes your hand as he leads you all outside. “Oh my god Jace is that your car?” You ask shocked. “Absolutely is.” He says with a smirk. “Mr. Velaryon, here are your keys. Thank you for your purchase. We hope your Bentley Bentayga is everything you expected.” The car delivery man says eloquently, handing the keys to Jacaerys. “Adam won’t be driving us?” Regina asks, eyeing the car. She has a few just as expensive if not more, but she can’t lie she’s impressed. “Nope I’ve also sent him home, I’ll be driving us.” Jacaerys assures, reaching for the passenger side door. As you head to sit down, your mom beats you to it sitting down and bucking herself in. “Mom?” You ask with a chortle. “You can sit in the back with your dad can’t you?” She asks sweetly. “Besides Jacaerys and I can get to know each other a little better.” She says looking Jacaerys up and down. “It’s fine love, get in the back for now.” Jacaerys winks.
“Alright.” You acquiesce, getting into the back with your dad. Jacaerys doesn’t miss a beat as he holds your hand, helping you get in. “Thanks love.” You whisper, kissing his cheek. You don’t miss the way Regina and Antonio share a look. When Regina turns down the mirror, she makes it seem like she’s adjusting her hair, but you see them lock eyes. You narrow yours as you look to your dad and mom, but neither of them crumble under your scrutinizing gaze. The door clicks as Jacaerys gets in. You hear the slide of his seatbelt as he turns the car on. “Isn’t she a beaut?” He asks relishing the way the engine purrs and roars as he puts his foot on the glass. “It’s…” Regina pauses, as she looks around, “quaint.” She finishes, before looking out the window. “Thank you, Mrs. (L/n).” Jacaerys says softly, a small smile tugging on his lips. Jacaerys turns on the radio letting music fill the car as he drives to the brunch place he chose. “You know Jacaerys…” Regina starts, Jacaerys’ eyes dart over to her, “my son is use to a certain…” she looks over to him, “lifestyle.” She finishes. Jacaerys waits a moment, before he takes a breath. “I know. I’m working as hard as possible to make sure I can give it to him.” Jacaerys says proudly. “But I know he’s happy with me regardless of what I can provide monetarily. He even said he could be the bread winner, but I won’t let him do that.” Jacaerys says happily.
“What if you fall short Jacaerys?” Antonio cuts in. “I wonder what the life expectancy of football players are…” Antonio says loudly enough. “Are you insured for CTE?” Antonio asks. “Dad!” You shouted half annoyed. “It’s okay (Y/n).” Jacaerys laughs. “Well I can’t exactly do much about the statistics…” Jacaerys chortles. “But I made sure my helmets are specially produced with extra protection.” He reveals. “I am insured, because even with protection, unfortunately accidents can happen.” Jacaerys says softly. “I don’t want to be a burden for your son.” He admits. “I’m not leaving you Jace. I’ll take care of you if you can’t.” You say passionately. “Thank you, love.” Jacaerys says happily. “But barring all that, I have a money manager?” He says with an upward inflection. “I don’t know what exactly his title is, but he manages my money, makes investments, things and the like.” Jacaerys elaborates. “I’ve given him almost every check I’ve earned in the last four years, so I have a sizable nest egg. Just in case.” Jacaerys says with a smile. “(Y/n) and I could stop working today, and our quality of life wouldn’t drop even a centimeter.” He says proudly.
“Hmm.” Regina hums. “I guess you’ve thought this through more than I gave you credit for.” Antonio says half cheerful. “Thank you Mr. (L/n).” Jacaerys says grateful. “Upt, aaaaand we’re here.” Jacaerys says as he pulls over. He gets out of the car opening the door for Regina, offering her hand even as she swats it away and gets out. He opens the back door, offering you a hand as you climb out. He goes to offer a hand to Antonio but pulls back with a sheepish giggle, feeling Regina’s hand curl around his shoulder with a warning grip. He moves out of the way as she offers her hand to Antonio. Jacaerys tosses his keys to the valet, as you all finally look to the resturant. “Fire’s Row?” Regina asks shocked, she quickly clears her throat. “Yes ma’am, Fire’s Row. I rented the entire place, for a private family brunch.” Jacaerys says beaming. “I suppose you’ve done your homework.” Regina says softly. “Honey do you remember the first date we went on?” Antonio says warmly. “How could I forget sweetie?” Regina says lovingly. Both of them freeze before clearing their throats. “Well, let’s see if the quality’s dropped since then.” Regina says, hand on the small of Antonio’s back, as she walks in.
“Do you think I’m nailing this so far?” Jacaerys leans in to whisper. “I think so. But if you’re asking how I feel, then you’re absolutely killing it.” You say kissing him. “Thank you dear.” He whispers, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you in. He pulls your chair out, before pushing it in as you take a seat, then takes his chair right next to you. Regina does the same for Antonio, before sitting down next to him. “Good evening (L/n)-Velaryon party. How are we this fine morning?” The waitress asks. “Fine, thank you.” Regina says neutrally. “Good, thanks.” Antonio says warmly. “We’re doing great, thank you. How about yourself?” Jacaerys says responding for the both of you. “Great! Thank you for asking.” She says cheerful. “What can I get started for you guys, drinks perhaps?” She asks happily. “Can I get a Bloody Mary?” Regina asks. “Of course.” The waitress chirps. “Can I get a mimosa?” Antonio asks. “Of course! Which kind?” She responds. “Original, please.” Antonio clarifies. “I’ll do the same but mango, please.” You chime in. “Of course! And for you, sir?” She asks looking to Jacaerys. Before you can even react Jacaerys places his hand on yours. “Just a coffee please, milk and sugar.” He says kind, but not flirty.
Regina’s eyes drift down to your hand clasped together with jacaerys, her lip twitches, but she doesn’t say anything. Antonio noticed it, felt it through his bond with her, he immediately places his hand over hers, smiling when she looks to him. “Alright I’ll get that put in for you guys.” The waitress chirps. “Oh wait- excuse me.” Regina calls out. “Yes Miss?” The waitress asks. “Where are the menus?” Regina probes. “Oh sorry missus, no menus today. It’s a curated brunch course by the man of the hour.” She says kindly, arms directing Regina’s attention to Jacaerys. “Curated menu?” She asks half intrigued, half faux disgusted. “Yes ma’am, I’ve specifically chosen today’s brunch. I’m almost one hundred percent positive you’ll love it.” Jacaerys says proudly. “We’ll see.” Regina says leaning back crossing her arms. Antonio doesn’t comment but places his hand on her thigh. The waitress leaves, putting the drink orders in, while you handle the table conversation, stepping back when Jacaerys has a handle on things, and stepping in when he needs a break. “Here are your drinks!” The waitress says happily. “Thank you.” You say grabbing your mimosa and taking a sip. “This is so good.” You hum.
“You want a sip babe?” You coo, already angling your cup to Jacaerys’ lips. “I’m driving babe, how about you have another for me?” Jacaerys giggles, kissing the back of your fingers. Regina’s arms uncross as she reaches for her drink. She takes a slow sip, the kind that makes a subtle sound. Her eyes flicker to Antonio, when their gaze meets, her eyes soften for the briefest of moments, before hardening again. “God-“ Antonio groans, “this place always had the best mimosas.” He says happily. “I guess this isn’t the worst Bloody Mary I’ve had.” Regina says softly. “So what’s on the menu, since you didn’t think any of us fit to order for ourselves?” Regina probes. “I’d like to keep it a secret, but I’m sure you’ll be pleased.” Jacaerys says as he brings his cup up to his mouth. “Oh wait-“ you stop him, taking his coffee, and pouring in just the right amount of milk and sugar. “Just how you like it.” You say warmly, handing him the cup back. “Thank you.” He says lovingly. He takes a sip, sighing with delight as the warmth travels down to his core.
Regina’s stare doesn’t miss anything, in fact it hones in on smallest things, neither of you realize you’re even doing. The way Jacaerys’ eyes brighten when he looks at you, the way your smile gets bigger when you look at him. From the way he holds his mug, to the absentminded, almost like muscle memory way his fingers drag against yours as he takes it from you. She grabs her cup, taking another long sip from it, her eyes dart over to Antonio, who’s already looking her with a shit eating grin. She rolls her eyes huffing as she looks away, back to you and Jacaerys. She can’t help but feel like maybe she should trust him. The smile on your face, your scent, none of it betrays the tango before her. The conversations continue, drifting to what Jacaerys plans to do after he retires, how he’d react to you doing more modeling gigs. Knowing you’d be shown to whole world, obviously while he doesn’t really like the idea of his omega being shown to the world, he’s not gonna get jealous, you’re already his and no one is changing that. Before any of you realize it, the food is being brought out. “Huevos Rancheros?” The waitress asks. “Ah right in front of her please.” Jacaerys says. “Egg Frittatas?” She asks. “Right in front of him please.” Jacaerys says pointing to Antonio. “Eggs Benedict?” She asks. “Right here in front of my mate.” Jacaerys says loving, as he points to you. “And I take it this last one is yours?” The waitress giggles. “Yes it’s mine.” Jacaerys says kindly. She places his meal down, before walking away.
Regina stares in awe at the spread before her. Jacaerys knew everyone’s favorite breakfast meal, and had them prepared to their liking. Regina tepidly grabs her fork and knife, cutting a piece of her meal, before bringing it to her mouth. She’s already half through a groan before she stops herself. “Well, huevos rancheros is an easy dish, hardly able to be messed up.” She says, as she notes Jacaerys staring at her with a small smile. “This is perfect.” Antonio says with his mouth half full. “Jace this is so good.” You coo. “I’m glad you’re all enjoying.” He says, before leaning over to you. “I’m especially glad it’s to your liking.” He says with a giggle. Regina’s eyes narrow, before she softly shakes her head, and focuses on her meal. As the brunch progresses, Regina can’t find a single thing to scrutinize or comment on, Jacaerys has really pulled out all the stops. But she’s got one trick up her sleeve left, and all she needs is the check to come. “Are you guys ready to head to the next place?” Jacaerys asks looking around the table. “Just a second, where’s the check?” Regina asks with a raised brow. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” Jacaerys’ lips curl into a big smile, “it’s already been taken care of.” He says standing.
Regina nods, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it type of motion, but it was there as she stands. “You ready honey?” She asks Antonio. “Yes dear.” He says softly. “Is he a light weight too?” Jacaerys asks with a giggle. Regina looks him up and down, before noting he’s already holding on to you, hand wrapped around your waist. “Yes he is. Is (y/n)…?” She asks tepidly. “Depends on who you ask.” Jacaerys chortles. “If you ask me, he is.” Jacaerys can barely make it out, before your hand goes to cover his mouth. He takes your hand off, kissing your palm. “(Y/n), babe, are you a light weight?” Jacaerys coos. “No! M’not!” You immediately rebuff, but Jacaerys can see it and so can Regina. The way your eyes are just the tiniest bit unfocused, the way you’re brighter and giggly. “He must get it from his dad.” Regina laughs, and although she wants to stop it, she lets it happen. “Hey!” Antonio cuts in. “I’ve gotten a bit better with age.” He says with a giggle that matches yours. “Right…” Regina laughs again. “Let’s get you two to the car.” She says as she starts her stride. This time Jacaerys buckles you up in the back, as Regina does the same to Antonio. “Where are we going now?” She asks as Jacaerys gets in and types up an address. “You’ll see.” He says warmly, starting the car and the drive.
As the car zooms along the highway, further down south, Jacaerys and Regina make small talk. Jacaerys asking her questions about what she does, and finally hearing from her that she’s a business mogul. Regina asking Jacaerys more technical questions about football and his career and stats. It’s going well, until Jacaerys nose twitches. “Regina—“ Jacaerys sounds desperate, “I’m so sorry, I’m going to pull over, can you drive?” He says panicked. “Jacaerys this is your car, you should drive.” Regina responds. “No you don’t understand—“ Jacaerys freezes as your distressed scent finally burns its way to the front of the car. “Oh gosh (Y/n) must be having that nightmare…” Regina says sadly. “Yeah, exactly, which is why you should let me-“”Antonio’s got this. He’s been doing this almost nightly since they’ve been back.” Regina says with an accusing tone. “Yeah I’ve got this.” Antonio says as he unbuckles and pulls you close to him. Antonio’s scent blooms into the car air, even as it envelops you, your scent doesn’t become sweeter, it turns even more phosphorus.
“Huh?” Antonio says confused, “this usually works.” Antonio murmurs, working his scent glands even harder, but still to no avail. “Regina please if you’d just-“”Here.” Regina takes off her blazer, ignoring Jacaerys and scenting it heavily, before giving it to Antonio. Antonio wraps her blazer around your midriff, making sure you’re throughly covered in his and her scent. Jacaerys’ knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel, his alpha screaming at him to handle this the way he knows will work, but he holds back hoping your parents can handle it. Still your scent only grows heavier with discomfort, and as you start to whimper and whine, Jacaerys snaps. “Damn it Regina! I’m pulling over!” Jacaerys yells. The car screeches to halt as he pulls over onto the side of the high way. Regina can only stare at him mouth dropped as she processes the fact that he just yelled at her. Jacaerys moves into the back of the car, the stare he gives Antonio is enough to make him scramble to the front passenger seat. Jacaerys tosses Regina’s blazer to Antonio. “Just drive. Follow the GPS.” Jacaerys says curtly, his gaze hardened as he meets Regina’s in the rear view mirror.
His eyes soften as he turns to you, pulling you into his lap, and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your fingers twitch as they lace themselves together behind his neck. Your body moving on its own to slot your face into the crux of his neck, right against his scent gland. Like the tension of rubber band releasing, your body relaxes and melts into Jacaerys embrace. “Jace….?” You sleepily murmur, heavy, confused, unsure. “It’s okay (Y/n). I’m here. I’m sorry I took so long.” Jacaerys whispers, as his scent blooms. “You’re safe, I’m here. I can protect you, I can take care of us.” He says quietly, the weight of his love felt, and reaching all the way to the front of the car. Regina watches skeptical, ready to mock him for failing, but the words die on her tongue as she sees your face relax. Your scent turns back to that sweetness everyone knows. You’re not whimpering or whining anymore, your chest slowly rumbling as you start to purr. Regina’s eyes widen, her mouth drops open and closes, like a fish out of water. This outsider- no your mate just did what she and Antonio couldn’t do. Jacaerys’ eyes are trained on you, as his hand plays with your hair. “I apologize for yelling at you Regina.” Jacaeys says neutrally. “But I knew I could handle it, and if you had trusted me, (Y/n) wouldn’t have had to deal with that nightmare for so long.” Jacaerys tries to say calmly but the bitterness seeps in. “It doesn’t happen anymore since we’re always in the same bed. Sometimes I wake him before it happens, or I can smell it before it really takes hold. He whimpers my name in his sleep, like his body knows I’ll be on him, like white on rice. Now it’s just sometimes when he drinks.” Jacaerys reveals. “Even then it’s really rare.” He adds, hand still gingerly caressing your face. “I’m willing to put up with a lot from the two of you, I know I deserve it.” Jacaerys says softly. “But I won’t put up with (Y/n) being in pain, because neither of you trust me enough to handle it.” Jacaerys says strongly.
Neither of them can speak, both in shock and disbelief as the phosphorus odor slowly dissipated, replaced both by the soft sound of your chest rumbling, and your sweet scent making it’s way back to normal. As Regina eyes keep flickering to the rearview mirror, she can’t help but wonder if she was wrong. If she was wrong not to trust Jacaerys, if she was wrong to continue to doubt him. As she watches your face slowly morph from pained to relaxed, contentment, the stress oozing away in the arms of your anchor, your alpha, she’s starting to understand the depths of your bond. The drive continues silently, until you all arrive at Yosemite Park. “A park?” Regina says softly, testing the waters. “Yes, a park.” Jacaerys responds, not looking up from your face. “I thought we could get to know each other better, out here surrounded by nature.” He says softly. “I’m gonna wake him.” Jacaerys says warmly. “Hey~” he coos, “(Y/nnnnnn)~” he drawls out. “Hmmm?” You groggily say. “It’s time to wake up~” Jacaerys continues softly. “We’re here.” Jacaerys says. “Don’t wanna.” You sleepily protest. “I can’t go out there alone without my omega, what if something happens to me?” Jacaerys whines softly, trying to hold back his giggle. Your eyes flutter open, before you rub them with your hands. “I guess I can get up since you need me that badly.” You yawn. “Are you good to stand?” Jacaerys asks lovingly. “Mmhm.” You grunt, as you exit the car.
You start stretching causing the hem of your shirt to start slipping a little too high, the waist band of your pants dipping a little too low. Jacaerys wordlessly stands behind you, body blocking, until you’re done. His alpha didn’t even think twice, just moved, just shielded. Jacaerys and Regina lock eyes, Jacaerys gives her a slow nod. “Hey babe, do you mind getting the tickets for me? Here’s the reservation number.” Jacaerys says handing you his phone. “Yeah sure.” You say heading over. “Antonio why don’t you go with him.” Regina says. They both until you and Antonio are waiting in line, far enough. “So.” Jacaerys says softly. “So,” Regina starts, “how long have you been handling his nightmares?” She asks softly. “Since the first night we started talking again.” Jacaerys says with a small smile. “We were flying back to England, when he had it for the first time, at least in front of me.” Jacaerys recounted. “I didn’t want to overstep, since we had literally just started trying to be friends again, but when I heard him whimpering, when I saw him crying…” Jacaerys hands ball into fists, before they relax, “I had to do something. I pulled him close, praying he wouldn’t be upset when he woke up.” Jacaerys reveals. “I wanted, and still want, to do right by him and I think I’ve been doing a good job so far.” Jacaerys says shyly.
Regina slowly nods, her lip twitching, curling into something resembling a smile, but not quite. “I think you’ve been doing an adequate job.” Regina begrudgingly admits. “Maybe, just maybe,” she says looking Jacaerys over again, “I was not right.” The words fall heavy as they sink in. “About you. About the lengths you’d go to for him.” She says as her eyes wistfully look to you, giggling with your father, laughing about something unheard. “I know, and can understand, how hard this must be for you. And for Antonio.” Jacaerys admits. “Given everything I put (Y/n) through.” Jacaerys says shamefully. “But I meant every word. I want to wake up next to him every single day, and kiss every single scar I left him, until it’s like they’re not even there anymore.” Jacaerys says hopeful. “Some scars never disappear, that’s why they’re scars.” Regina says looking to Jacaerys. “Then I’ll always have something to kiss and make better.” Jacaerys says with a smile. Regina nods, she can finally see the flickers of her and Antonio in him and you, that Antonio saw. “Okay, I think I’ve finally seen through you Jacaerys.” Regina says softly. “Also, I’ll let it slide this time, but the next you raise your voice at me, will be the last time you have functioning vocal cords.” She says icily sweet, putting on a smile as you and Antonio approach. “Understood Mrs. (L/n).” Jacaerys says with a laugh, a hint of fear.
“You guys ready?” You ask happily. “Not exactly.” Regina laughs. “Had we known ahead of time I could’ve prepared for a hike.” Regina says with a cutting tone that doesn’t betray the budding warmth. “Don’t worry, I’ve thought of that.” Jacaerys says with a cocky smile. as he clicks a button on his key fob that opens the trunk. He grabs a Moncler bag, a Dior bag, and a Prada bag. “This is for you, (Y/n).” Jacaerys says handing you the Moncler bag. “This is for you Mrs. (L/n).” He says handing her the Prada bag. “And this is for you Mr. (L/n).” Jacaerys says handing him the Dior bag. As you all look in there are hiking boots, and appropriate clothes for the trek, from different brands when Jacaerys couldn’t find something functional at the high end luxury stores. “Wow Jace you really thought of everything.” You say with a smile. “I’m gonna change.” You say as you get into the back. When you hop out you look like you stepped out of a nature magazine shoot. “It all fits so perfectly.” You say showing off. “I’d say so.” Jacaerys says looking you up and down, before clearing his throat feeling Regina staring daggers into him. “Come on Antonio our turn.” Regina coos, as she and your dad get in to change. They look just as put together as you do when they come out. “Alright my turn.” Jacaerys says with a smile as he gets into and changes. When he steps out he’s done it again, and color coordinated his outfit to yours. “Hmm.” Regina grunts. “Intentional or not, you’ve got some damn nerve being that adorable.” She mutters.
“What was that Mrs. (L/n)?” Jacaerys coyly asks, smile tugging on his lip. “I said my son is adorable. Now, are we going to do this hike you’ve planned for us, or are we going to continue burning daylight?” She asks, nearly stomping away. “Jace, take the wins as you get them.” You giggle, playfully nudging his shoulder. “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.” He coos, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Mr. (L/n), let’s get a move on shall we?” Jacaerys asks, cocking his head back to look at him. “Watch your footing Jace, for every parry you manage, Regina has another move.” Antonio jokes, patting his back as he speedily catches up with Regina. “So dear, what’s it’s like meeting your match?” Antonio giggles. “Oh shut it.” Regina chortles. “I thought (Y/n) would be my only match.” She says, before her eyes soften just a touch more. “I suppose he’s got good taste in alphas.” Regina begrudgingly admits. “Just like me, isn’t that right?” Antonio coos, hand dancing up Regina’s spine. “I’d say so.” She giggles. She slows down, letting Antonio over take her. She watches intently, making sure she can catch Antonio if he slips.
“We should catch up.” Jacaerys says taking your hand. “No, I think they need some alone time.” You say pulling him back. “Or maybe I need it.” You say softly, going to your tippy toes to kiss Jacaerys. When you pull back Jacaerys has blush lightly dusting his face. “Goddd.” He grumbles with a smile, giggle and bashful. “Let’s take our time then.” He says softly, thumb slowly and deliberately swiping along the back of your knuckles. “Why don’t you walk ahead of me, so I can enjoy the view even more?” Jacaerys coos, once again looking you up and down. “You’ll get to do a lot more once we get home.” You’ll whisper back, dragging a finger along the entire length of his torso, stopping just barely above where his desire reaches its apex. “Careful~” Jacaerys gruffly says, pulling your hand up to his shoulder. “Might give the other tourists something to see other than just nature.” He teases. Jacaerys watches with pure amusement as you sputter something about this or that, before walking ahead. “Come on, let’s get going.” Jacaerys says warmly, patting your butt as you start to put some distance between the two of you.
As you all make your way through the trail, both Regina and Jacaerys stop their omegas to take photos of them at random. Jacaerys asking you to freeze because the light hits you in all the right ways to stoke love, desire, awe, in a mixture he can’t get enough of and tries to store in his chest. Regina is no better visibly swooning anytime Antonio stops to lean against a tree, or rest in the shade. You’re sure their phones must be struggling with storage, if the amount of photos Jacaerys takes is anything to go off of. You take photos of him too, watching with loving eyes, mixed with desire, as you have him flex and pose in nature, capturing the way his sweat falls from his brow, the way his shirt and shorts can barely hold his biceps and thighs. Of course you sprinkle in selfies that he’s either smiling in, sticking his tongue out in, or just photo bombing in general. The four of you continue on as you reach the apex of the trail. It overlooks a mountainside. You’re all in stunned awe, taking in the sight, feeling something new bloom and take root inside you all.
Jacaerys takes group shots, before taking Regina’s phone to take photos of her and Antonio. Regina returns the favor taking Jacaerys photo to snap photos of two of you. Getting every angle she can, his grin, your joy, she even finds herself musing how you two seem to belong together. Never one without the other, always side by side. Jacaerys takes full advantage, picking you up and putting you on his shoulder as he smiles bright and goofy for the camera, maneuvering you until you’re resting on his neck, legs on either side of his head. She even takes one as he tilts his head back, and you lean forward to kiss him. “Can’t wait to post that on Instagram.” You giggle. “Can’t wait either. Gonna repost it on my story every couple of days.” Jacaerys chortles, before turning and kissing your thigh. “Jacaeys if you’re done corrupting my son, we should get back to the car.” Regina says tossing his phone back to him. “Right Mrs. (L/n).” He says softly. “Do you wanna come down?” Jacaerys asks warmly, tilting back to look at you. “Not really, but this can’t be all that comfortable for you can it?” You ask concerned. “It isn’t, but I can give you a piggyback ride to the car.” Jacaerys offers, already sliding you down his back, as his hands cup your butt, and your arms lock around his neck. “My hero~” you coo softly, kissing his cheek, before bitting his earlobe.
“If you do that I might drop you.” Jacaerys teases, letting his hands relax as you fall ever so slightly, before he tightens around your mounds of flesh and pushes you back up. “You do that I’m not sure the park ranger will be able to find you after my mom is done with you.” You taunt with a laugh. Jacaerys chortles, before taking a deep breath, the kind that relaxes the muscles, and says ‘I’m content.’. He wordlessly carries you all the way back to the car, only putting you down when you tap his shoulder. “Why don’t we all change back, for the next place on my list.” Jacaerys suggest, before waiting for you all to get back in your original clothes. Once you’re all changed he does the same, before getting back in the drivers seat. This time though he notices you’re next to him, not your mother. “Oh?” Jacaerys raises an eyebrow before cocking his head to look at Regina and Antonio in the back. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I happen to be tired and (Y/n) seemed to be comfortable enough to fall asleep back here.” Regina defends huffing before looking away.
“Yeah sure mom.” You chirp, laughing as you hear her huff again. “Ready?” Jacaerys asks, hand on your thigh. “As I’ll ever be.” You say softly, placing your hand on his. The car barely feels like it’s moving as it dashes back down the highway, towards Beverly Hills. “This is what I’ve always wanted…” Jacaerys muses as he sneaks peeks at you. Your hand playing with his, drawing shapes on the back of his veiny hand, his soon to be in-laws in the back, talking amongst themselves. He can’t help but feel it’s like you said, even if he wants to consider himself lucky, and he can, he built this present for himself, for you. The car crawls to a stop in front of another restaurant. “I hope the hike got you all hungry.” Jacaerys says as he exits the car, tossing his keys to the valet once more, before heading to your door, giving you a hand as you step out. Regina gets out the car, turning and giving Antonio a hand as he exits. “Finally Jacaerys, do you have any idea how hungry we are?” Regina says with a hint of warmth, that doesn’t escape Jacaerys’ notice. “The Penthouse?” Antonio asks shocked. “Yes sir.” Jacaerys says proudly.
“I tried to be lowkey about getting in tonight, but they weren’t budging. Once they’d hear my name though, they were begging to get us in the door today.” Jacaerys laughs. “It’s a three star Michelin restaurant.” Regina says quietly. She’s vaguely aware of how bothersome it can be to get a reservation. It’s a sentiment she doesn’t exactly know given her status, people usually call her trying to get some exposure from her dinning at their establishments. “On your name alone?” Regina asks raising an eyebrow. “Yes ma’am, (Y/n)’s taught me well.” He says shyly. “Can you believe he wasn’t using his celebrity status to its fullest?” You say feigning shock and offense. “Hey! I’m a quick learner though, right?” Jacaerys giggles as he ruffles your hair. “You absolutely are babe.” You coo, leaning into his side. “Let’s head in, shall we?” Jacaerys asks, as he starts his stride. Once more Jacaerys and Regina pull their omega’s chairs out, letting them sit before taking a seat right next to them. As soon as you all get your drinks in, Jacaerys immediately orders for the table. Asking for the freshest, and most expensive, caviar, along with more assortments that whisper luxury and opulence.
The dinner goes swimmingly, even Regina can’t help but thaw a little more as the dish Jacaerys ordered for her hits all the right notes for her. It helps that she can smell the joy and contentment coming off Antonio and you as you eat and enjoy. “Soooo…” Jacaerys starts, “ten out of ten?” He says excited. “Let dessert come out, and we’ll see.” Regina says looking away as she takes a sip of her wine. “I’m sure it’ll knock your socks off.” Jacaerys laughs into his cola. “What’d you order for us?” You giggle leaning over, resting your head against Jacaerys shoulder. “Oh you’ll see love, I’m sure you like it.” Jacaerys teases. “Well since you ordered it for me, I’m sure I’ll love it.” You slur just a bit. “Maybe that’s enough cocktails for you.” Jacaerys chortles, moving your glass out of your reach. “Noooo at least let me finish that one.” You say all bubbly. “How about a glass of water?” Jacaerys suggests, already bringing it to your mouth. “Only if you pamper me.” You coo, taking a sip of water. Jacaerys smiles grabbing a napkin and dabbing the little water droplets that are stuck on your lips. “How do I look?” You ask, taking in his love struck eyes. “Perfect.” Jacaerys says leaning in to kiss you.
“What a guy huh?” You chortle, as you pat his chest, before angling his face to your parents. “I’d say so.” Antonio says, raising his glass as if to cheer Jacaerys before taking a sip. “Well, that remains to be mostly seen.” Regina says with a laugh. “But I’ll say so far, sure.” She says looking away. Jacaerys takes your hands into his, gently fiddling with your fingers, and also subtly checking how big your ring finger is, for later. “And here we are.” The waiter says coming with a dolly of desserts, that he sets in front of Regina and Antonio. “Here we have an assortment of our desserts. Dark chocolate marquis with gold leaf and pear and almond tart with crème fraîche for the missus. And for you sir we have banoffee pie, and our rich crème brûlée, please enjoy.” The waiter says as he walks off. Regina looks to Jacaerys with an eyebrow raised. “You’ve either really done your homework, or (Y/n) did all this, or even worse you’ve stalked Antonio and I for weeks.” She taunts as she takes a spoonful of her dessert into her mouth. She’s already halfway through a groan when Antonio tries his. “Oh my god that is good.” He laughs, taking another forkful of the pie into his mouth. “Regina you have to try this.” Antonio chirps bringing the fork to her mouth. “Oh wow, that’s good.” She says, looking at him lovingly, before her head turns to the approaching waiter. “And here we are sir.” The waiter returns before Regina can even ask. “Here we have our decadent and rich molten chocolate cake, with a few scoops of vanilla bean ice cream, I hope the evening has been to your liking. Please, enjoy.” The waiter says before retreating.
You perk up grabbing your spoon, and taking the first bite. “Oh my god that’s delicious!” You chirped. “Jacaerys you have to try this.” You say bringing a spoonful to his mouth. He really savors the bite, the flavors of the chocolate, the vanilla bean, and you all on the spoon. “Mmmphm.” Jacaerys hums, nodding. “That’s delicious.” He adds. You eat away happily, bringing a spoonful to his mouth every now and then. Regina raises an eyebrow, debating on whether to say anything. Jacaerys meets her eyes, and swallows the last bite he was given. “I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but I’ll take anything (Y/n) gives me.” He says with a goofy love sick expression. Where before it might’ve irritated Regina, she now finds it begrudgingly endearing, like she can finally see the barest of flickers of the same man you now see. She just leans back, watching as you feed Jacaerys another spoonful that he just lovingly takes. Like he refuses to reject anything you’re willing to giving him without being asked for. Regina silently chuckles to herself, before looking away the moment Jacaerys eyes meet hers and his smile gets wider. “Should I bother asking about the check?” She questions. “Absolutely not.” Jacaerys says with a giggle.
“Are you guys ready to go?” Jacaerys asks as you play with his hair. “Yeah I think we’re good to go.” Antonio says standing up. “Yeah I think it’s way past your guys bedtime.” Regina says with a smirk she manages to hide before Jacaerys can see. “Let’s go then.” Jacaerys says with a smile. As you all exit, the valet already has his car pulled up. “Where we going now Jacey?” You ask all giggly. “We’re going home now babe.” Jacaerys whispers kissing your forehead, he walks around hopping into the driver seat. “Mmm I’m sleepy.” You whisper. “Yeah baby?” Jacaerys coos, as he straps in. “Go to sleep then, I’ll make sure you get home in one piece, dress you in your softest pjs, before we snuggle up.” Jacaerys says softly cupping your cheek. “Okayyy, Jace…just wanna be with you.” You mumble, nuzzling into his hand as sleep takes you. Regina stifles a laugh, before clearing her throat. “What would the NFL say? What would your adoring fans say if they saw how soft their alpha quarterback is with his mate?” She asks with a giggle she bites back. “Don’t know, don’t care. If (Y/n) is happy, then so am I.” Jacaerys says confidently. The car takes the scenic route back to your home, Jacaerys doesn’t elaborate, but he doesn’t need to. He’s making sure you’re deep asleep, so he doesn’t wake you when he carries you inside. As you settle into his arms, your scent and shampoo mixing as they waft to his olfactory. He presses a kiss to your temple, it feels like he’s coming home, after years away, like things are finally right, exactly how they should be.
As Jacaerys cradles your sleeping form, and manages to change you into your pjs. He can’t help but stare at how angelic you look. His pupils dilate, taking I as much of you as he physically can. The way your chest slowly rises and falls with each breath, the way you lean into his touch when he rubs your cheek, the way your brows knit together when he pulls way only to soften when he comes right back. He only tears himself away for a few moments as he takes everything, save his boxers, off and throws on a plain white tee. Before your scent can even change he’s already by your side again, pulling you in close, making sure you’re scented and content. “Goodnight (Y/n). I love you so much.” Jacaerys whispers. “I’m gonna marry you one day soon.” He says quietly, as if the world would hear and spoil it for you. “I love you too Jacaerys.” You breathily say, still deep asleep. Unaware of the heart attack you’re giving Jacaerys as he wonders if you heard, and if you’ll remember. It slowly dawns on him that he probably shouldn’t care, even if he wants it to be a surprise, he’s sure you can see it coming from a mile away. He nuzzles into your neck, as his eyes slowly shut, wondering if this is how right it’ll feel. Or if it’ll feel impossibly better, as he falls asleep in your embrace.
The synchronicity doesn’t end even as the two of you wake up the next day. Both of you are each others compliment, neither completing the other, but bringing out the best in each other. In fact it seems to deepen over the course of the week, reaching new peaks as Jacaerys’ family finally flies in. Of course Regina and Antonio sent a car to get Rhaenyra, Laenor, Joffrey, and Lucerys. Things were…tense to say the least. Your parents and Jacaerys’ parents weren’t quite sure how to reintegrate on these new terms, given how things ended. Making inside jokes that sometimes fall flat, especially more so with Antonio. Regina is herself, but she’s trying to be welcoming, given how much progress Jacaerys has made in the years after, and in the months following you and him getting together in a more official capacity. It’s a tightrope walk, on one hand Rhaenyra and Laenor are both trying with Antonio and Regina, but on the other, Rhaenyra and Laenor both recognize Regina as Regina Rose. It’s equal parts overwhelming, and somehow makes total sense given the lifestyle they witnessed you and Antonio live, prior to moving.
As the week continues they slowly stop walking on eggshells, falling not into the old rhythm, but a new one as soon to be in-laws trying to find, and finding, common middle ground as they balance everything together. Antonio and Laenor take to each somewhat quickly once again, as omegas, and loving fathers. Bonding over their different hurt and pain that their sons suffered. Sometimes disagreeing, rarely arguing, and only once ending in a day that neither spoke to each other the whole time. But ending with both validating each other’s pain, hurt, and the journey they went on to help their sons. Regina was a tougher cookie to crack, but Jacaerys gets his persistence from his mother. It started out more like a Cold War, before slowly shifting to tepid conversations. Small platitudes shared over a glass of whiskey or wine at night when Regina or Rhaenyra found themselves unable to sleep, small moments reminiscing over what their sons were like in their youth. Regina tries to hold back, but sometimes her coldness bites and slices, as she remembers how much it took to bring you back from the edge.
Even though Jacaerys has already answered, or tried to at least, for what he had done. Rhaenyra takes it in stride, putting herself in Regina’s shoes, she can only imagine what she’d do if it was her son that had suffered at your hands. She disarms Regina’s scathing wrath with a little more aptitude than her son, having the lived experience of a mother. What started out heated on one side, slowly turns to mutual understanding, as Rhaenyra meets Regina where she’s at, and Regina slowly finds Rhaenyra where she’s at after everything. Regina has to hold back a laugh, and a whole other mix of emotions as Lucerys tells her and Antonio he’s putting together a wedding photo montage, and to please send him photos they get of you and Jacaerys. It makes her feel like she’s failed somewhere along the line, knowing that Jacaerys’ family had known much longer than she and Antonio did. It disappears as you and her take a day for yourself, recalibrating, and reconnecting as mother and son. The Velaryon’s visit ends in a big feast, tons of food, desserts, and drinks to make them feel welcomed and to let them know that they are always welcome, all they need to do is give a heads up.
You and Jacaerys are stuck to each other on his last day before going to training camp. “I don’t want to go.” Jacaerys whispers. “I don’t want you to either, but you have a job to do.” You say softly. “I think I’m gonna cry if I drop you off at the airport.” You whine rubbing Jacaerys chest. “Then why don’t you go see what else your producer needs to finally drop your album? I’ll take an Uber.” Jacaerys suggests. “What?” You say jerking upright, staring at his face, before he pulls you back down into his embrace. “Of course I’m gonna drop you off Jacaerys I’m not gonna just send you off from here.” You chide him for even suggesting such a thing. “I mean if you cry I’m gonna cry, and that’ll be a sight for the paparazzi at the airport.” Jacaerys giggles against your neck. “I don’t care, let them spin it however they want.” You pout. “Well then I won’t be the one to deny my omega anything.” Jacaerys kisses a line up your neck, all the way to your lips. “Good.” You say smugly, letting him pepper kisses all over your face, scenting you heavily as though he wants to be able to still smell himself on you when you finally see him at his first game.
You and Jacaerys are stuck in bed, until his phone alarm goes off. “Ugggghhhhhh…” Jacaerys groans, trying to bury his face deeper in your neck. “I have to start packing.” He whispers, his warm breath leaving goosebumps on your neck. “Noooooo…” you whine. “I know, I know dear.” He whispers, reluctantly pulling away, his fingers linger, sliding down your body, as he lets go. “I’ll help you pack then.” You say defeated. The two of you wordlessly pack up his things, pausing as he starts to tear up. He’s crouching down, face buried in his hands as he tries to keep it together. “It’s okay Jace.” You whisper tearing up with him. You squat down in front of him, sliding to your knees as you pull him into you. “It’s okay.” You nearly sob. When you’ve both collected yourselves enough you continue, you manage to hold it, keeping it under wraps, even as your fingers constantly tangle themselves together with his. “Mom, Dad, I’m gonna drop Jacaerys off.” You shout as you go to leave. “Wait! I’ll go with.” She says, rushing out to join the two of you.
“(Y/n) you drive.” Regina says hopping into the back. “I can drive babe, you can sit in the passenger seat.” Jacaerys whispers. “No it’s okay, you should rest.” You say, getting into the driver seat. The moment you buckle up, you place your hand onto Jacaerys’ thigh. Jacaerys takes a deep breath, as he places his hand on yours. The drive to the airport is silent, and feels entirely too fast, even as you drive under the speed limit. You drive over to the private parking, pulling into a spot, resting your head against the wheel. “Come on (Y/n).” Jacaerys whispers rubbing your back. “It just sucks.” You say muffled. “You just got on break.” You whimper. The off season always felt so short, and this one felt like the shortest. “I know babe.” Jacaerys whispers, taking a shuddering breath, as he climbs out. You wordlessly climb out, opening the trunk. As you take Jacaerys bag, he all but snatches it from your hands. “Nuh-uh. My omega won’t be carrying my things.” Jacaerys teases. It’s a bittersweet feeling, like a cup of lemonade that starts off sweet before the sour hits. Regina can only watch as she sees you experience what she did when you and Antonio moved to her hometown.
Jacaerys checks in, and before he’s whisked away by security he faces you again. “I love you. And we’ll see each other again be we even know it.” He says softly, pulling you into a heated passionate kiss. He breaks it feeling your tears wet his cheeks. “(Y/n) why don’t you go to the car? Seems like it’s getting to be too much.” Regina says rubbing your back. “Yeah. You’ve already seen me off, lovie.” Jacaerys says. You nod, before giving Jacaerys another kiss, turning to leave. The moment you’re past the exit, Regina turns to face Jacaerys. “One last verbal sparring match?” Jacaerys chortles. “No, nothing like that.” Regina says softly. “Ya’know when I first saw the photos of you and (Y/n) hugging back stage…” she hesitates, “I was worried for him. He has his father’s heart,” she says with a smile, “he’d always believe and look for the best in people, even when they’ve proved they don’t deserve it.” Regina says with a slightly sharpened edge. “And I didn’t trust that you’d changed enough, or at all really,” she says with a breathy laugh, “alphas are incapable of change. How they’re born is how they’ll always be.” She says with uncertain finality.
“But you proved me wrong. I didn’t think you could do it, but watching you love my son…” she hesitates, wiping a tear, “you’ve become someone I can actually respect.” She says softly. Jacaeys tears up, he’s at a loss for words. “Uh…thanks Regina…I don’t know what to say.” Jacaerys says warmly. “Just take the wins as you get them.” Regina laughs. “And if you tell anyone I ever said any of this, they’ll never believe you. So choose your battles wisely.” She laughs at Jacaerys shocked expression that slowly turns into a smile. “That’s something I think you already do given how you’ve not only won my son over, but his father and myself as well.” She says warmly. “Have a safe trip Jacaerys.” She says extending her hand. “Thank you Regina.” Jacaerys says softly, pushing her hand away and giving her a hug. “Testing my boundaries huh?” Regina laughs, tepidly reciprocating. “I think I’ve earned this.” Jacaerys says with a laugh. “Please take care of (Y/n) for me.” Jacaerys pleads as he lets go. “Of course.” Regina says waving him off as security whisks him away to his terminal.
Regina pauses as she makes it to the car, seeing you sobbing your eyes out, hands swiping as fast as they can as if you could stop the tears, or beat them before they come out. She wordlessly gets in the car, shocking you as the door opens and closes. “C’mere honey.” She whispers and in an instant you melt into her arms like a toddler. “It’s okay. This is normal.” She whispers, rubbing your back as your shoulders heave from the sobbing. “You guys have bonded, deeply. He’s just as broken up as you are.” She assures you. The moment your heaves slow down, and turn to sniffles, she slowly lets you go, turning the car on and driving you two home. The next few days are a blur as you barely eat, clinging to scented clothes Jacaerys left you. Jacaerys is no worse for wear as he throws himself into training, thinking if the pain is all physical the emotional pain is numbed. Both of your support systems work overtime getting you both to a better place, as they remind you both you’ll see each other soon. Both Jacquelin and Micheal communicate with each other regarding how to better help the other’s patient as well for the joint sessions. You throw yourself into your music, finally releasing your second album, and planning another tour. When your mom looks at the dates she raises an eyebrow but you swear it’s just a coincidence that the dates line up with when Jacaerys will be in offseason.
You of course go to all of Jacaerys’ games, lining up interviews, appearances, and radio shows, with the cities he’s playing in. The two of you obviously have late night rendezvous, that are noticeable by only Jacaerys’ team mates. The way he smiles a little brighter, the way your scent still faintly clings to him. He’s so in love he doesn’t notice, and if he does, he doesn’t change it because he wants constant reminders of you. You at least know of all the prying eyes and while you don’t care, you’ve gotta protect your brand and Jacaerys’ brand. Whenever you spend a night with Jacaerys you’re always out cold after, completely unaware of the late night conversations he’s having with someone. As the weeks go one, one night he gets a little to excited. “YES! THANK YOU!” He shouts into the phone. “Uwah?” You jerk up in bed, groggily looking around. “Jace what’s going on are you okay?” Your eyes are still adjusting, you don’t notice what he’s doing. “Oh nothing babe, sorry I woke you. Just got some good news, go back to sleep I’ll be right there soon.” Jacaerys coos. You don’t need much more prompting than that, falling back already nearly asleep.
As the weeks turn to months, you notice Jacaerys getting more secretive with his phone. Where before he’d just leave it wherever, without a password, he now suddenly keeps it on his person at all times. He finally put a passcode on it, thank god, but did he have to take your advice so soon after he started acting sneaky? You know he isn’t cheating, you’d be able to feel the emotions through the bond. Even as you ask him what’s going on he says nothing, or asks just to trust him, and as much as you want to, even as much as your body wants to, your logical side can’t help but question it all. “It’s happening.” Jacaerys says into his phone as you enter the hotel room. “What is?” You ask having heard it all. “Uh-“ Jacaerys panics, ending the call and shoving his phone in his pocket. “Nothing my love.” Jacaerys says softly. “Nothing?” You question. “That didn’t seem like nothing.” You argue. Jacaerys bites his lip, you can tell his badly it’s killing him to not be able to share this yet. He walks up kissing you deeply. “Just trust me (Y/n). It’s all I can ask of you.” He begs. You begrudgingly nod, still keeping an eye on things. It even seems like your team and best friends are in on it, telling you you’re overreacting, or looking too deeply into things. But you can’t help but notice, they’ve got eight tickets on hold for your last show.
Even when you ask why eight tickets are on hold, they tell you there isn’t. Even as you can physically see that there is. You’re not even mad if someone is bringing friends or family, they just need to tell you, but it’s all hush-hush. As the day of your last concert of the American leg tour, you can’t help but notice how weird things are. As your fans start pouring in to the venue you keep hearing staff repeating ‘phone storage’ and ‘NDA’ and ‘surprise’. When you bring this up to your friends and team, they’re oblivious, don’t know where that’s coming from. It doesn’t escape your notice how after telling your friends and team, the staff members on the venue are suddenly hyper vigilant around you, watching what they say, and even sometime speaking in venue code you don’t recognize. You don’t bother asking, you’re sure you’ll just get gaslit again, so you focus on preparing to give the best damn performance you can give. The moment you hit the stage, you can feel the vibe, the electricity shooting out and spreading over the crowd. You masterfully and gracefully dance and sing your way through your newest songs, mixing in some of the hits on your last album. When you finish the last song, and you’re breathing heavily in the middle of the stage, before you can say goodbye, an announcement comes over the PA system. “Don’t go anywhere! We’ve got a special guest surprise!” Booms across, you look to your friends and team, and despite your confusion they seem entertained, even waving at you with a smile.
“Please give a round of applause for our brave amateur singer!” The PA booms again. Your head just cocks further in confusion, you didn’t approve a budding singer to be your closer? If anything you’d get them to be your opener, but you’ve done no such thing. “Please welcome to the stage Jacaerys Velaryonnnnn!” The PA echos, drawling out his name. Your confusion breaks, a suspicious smile stretching across your face. “What’s going on?” You mouth as Jacaerys nervously struts on stage. “Hello all you good people!” Jacaerys says shakily, trying to emulate the way you command a room. “So sorry to have hijacked (Y/n)’s concert.” He says sheepishly looking to you. “But I have a…” Jacaerys swallow nervously, “I have a song I want to perform.” He says half confident, half embarrassed, you can see it when the cameras zoom in on his face, the way the blush coats every inch of his face. “So (Y/n) will you allow me the honor to sing this for you?” He asks, eyes shinning. “Of course.” You confidently say. Your backup dancers come picking you up in a soft, luxurious chair they’ve somehow managed to hide from you.
Jacaerys nods, before looking to someone off stage, his smile tightening, he takes a breath, before his smile relaxes and he seems a little more at ease, even if he’s a fish out of water here. As the beat starts, you can’t help but swoon, it feels so passionately intimate, despite the full venue of eyes on the two of you. The lyrics aren’t completely terrible, it’s not something you’d win a Grammy for, but it doesn’t matter. Not when he’s singing so sweetly, so lovingly, staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the whole world. You can hear the genuine love, emotion, and effort Jacaerys has poured into this. Even as he stumbles, even as you can hear the breaths he’s taking from holding the mic too closely, even as he stutters, or falls a little off key, none of it matter as he sings his heart out for you. Then it hits you, your eyes widening. “Jacaerys + (Y/n),” his voice cracks, you can see the tears start to fall, even as your own eyes get glossy, “we go together better than peanut butter and jelly!” He sings off beat, but everything else falls away. Your heart swells, you know exactly where he got that lyric from, and even if you felt embarrassed before, right now? In this moment? How could you feel anything other than loved?
Jacaerys continues through the rest of his song, with unpolished choreography, and as he as he tries to belt out that lyric again, he’s on one knee in front of you. As the beat fades out, you can hear a rhythmic thump, one that feels like home, before another joins it, that one feels familiar too, but not like home, more like a piece of yourself. Jacaerys’ heavy breathing is all anyone can hear over the PA system. He pulls the mic away from his mouth. “God how are you able to do this?” Jacaerys says breathlessly. “And so frequently too.” He adds still trying to catch his breath. “Not so easy huh?” You tease, covering your mic. Jacaerys giggles, before bringing the mic back to his mouth. “(Y/n).” He starts strongly. “I’ve loved you from the moment we met,” he takes a breath, “I know we met when we were toddlers, but I know that’s what I thought when I first saw you.” He says with a laugh. “I’ve caused you so much pain, pain I could never apologize enough for.” He says shamefully. “You loved me unapologetically, when I was scared to do the same.” He says tearing up again. “I once made you stop writing for nine years…” he says to the collective gasp of the audience.
“I wish I could go back and stop that, I wish I could go back and do better for you,” he sighs regretfully, “but as we look to the future, I know I’m not that boy anymore. I’m not that scared alpha, terrified of what others would say, because I loved you.” He says passionately, his empty hand rummaging through his pocket. “I kneel before you as a humble man, a humble alpha.” He says, his hand clasped tightly around whatever he had in his pocket. “I want this forever.” He says lovingly. “I can’t change the past, but I can make sure the future is everything we could ever want and more.” He opens the box. “I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know nothing but love, joy, and pure happiness, by my side. I want to work every single day to make sure I deserve your love, make sure I deserve to be by your side.” He says. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, somehow you can still hear Jacaerys over it. Your face is wet with your sweat and tears as you stare at him and the ring he has in little black satin box. It’s a gold ring studded with diamonds and your birthstone, with Jacaerys’ birthstone placed in, it’s in the shape of a heart.
“All of this to say…” Jacaerys takes a deep breath, as if the possibility that you’d say no is just now settling in. “Will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man and alpha, do me the honor of allowing me to make good on all my promises,” he takes another breath, holding the box higher, “(Y/n) (L/n), will you marry me?” He asks, the crowd gasping. You can feel everyone holding their breaths. The world fades away, everything else is non-existent to this moment. Jacaerys’ eyes widen in horror, he thinks you might say no. He reins it in, not wanting anyone to say anything, he holds it in. If you break him by saying no, he’ll pick up the pieces by himself he’ll spare you that. “Yes.” You whisper, but it echos across the venue. “Yes!” You shouted, your voice carried across reaching everyone. “A thousand times yes!” You sob, falling into his arms. You can feel him relax, before he sobs loudly, holding you, scenting you. Even as the two of you fall apart, his shaky hands take your left hand, and he slowly slides the ring on, as if giving you a second to really reconsider. It fits perfectly, the gold should feel cold, but it feels fiery, in the best way possible, the warmth seeps in, and is carried along your entire body by your heart beat.
You could hear a pin drop in the venue, before the crowd erupts into cheers, sobs, and congratulations. Jacaerys stands, putting you on his shoulder again, that same boyish, dorky, goofy smile on his face, as he shows you off. You match his expression, the pure joy and elation on your face as you show the ring off to the camera. “Please give the happy couple a round of applause as they go to celebrate privately!” The announcer projects over the PA system, causing another roar of applause, as you blow kisses to audience as Jacaerys carries you back stage. The moment you and Jacaerys are safely behind the divider, you’re rushed by friends, family, and even some of the other players of Ebon Valor. “Congrats!” Is all you’re able to make out in symphony of love that pours out of them. Regina is silently crying, tears falling slowly, Antonio and Laenor are ugly crying, blowing their noses as snot falls, Rhaenyra is openly sobbing out of joy. Even Joffrey as nonplussed as he is seems choked up, and Lucerys is nearly on the floor so wracked with emotion. “Our QB is off the market!” Owen screeches. “Told you, you had it in you!” Cregane shouts as the Ebon Valor players toss you both into the air, laughter and cheers ringing through the room.
Everything after is a blur. The car ride, to the lavish restaurant he booked months in advance. Everything was planned down to the last second, and Jacaerys was reveling in the way you couldn’t stop looking at the ring and then at him. “Believe it.” Jacaerys whispers. “We’re both here, this is real, and I’m never letting you go.” He assures, his hand going to hold yours as the champagne flows and the food doesn’t stop coming. Despite Jacaerys’ planning, he considered it to be very impromptu, the official engagement party invites only went out once you had said yes. “I know you mean that. Cause I’m never letting go either.” You whisper kissing his cheek. Despite now being mated fiancés, he still blushes like a school boy, like he can’t believe you’re still choosing him after everything. “The real celebration,” he blows his warm breath right over your claim mark, “happens when we get back to the hotel.” He whispers, leaving everything and nothing to the imagination about what he plans on doing. Once the two of you do leave, check paid, letting everyone else celebrate things are already hot and heavy in the Uber as the driver zooms as fast as he can to make sure you guys get to the hotel.
Jacaeys’ hand has a possessive grip on yours as he rushes the two of you into the elevator. He stares you down with hungry eyes, like a lion appraising his newest prey. Once the two of you are in the room, things slow down to a crawl, but keep heating up. Jacaerys seems to be dead set on showing you just how much he memorized over the last few months of physical intimacy. Making you squirm and shake and shudder with every pinch, nip, roll, and tug. Like he’s reaffirming his devotion, as if the last year and few months of being mated and bonded, and the ring now sitting on your finger wasn’t enough. Like he wanted to leave zero room for misunderstanding, where there already wasn’t even one. He’s making good on the promises he couldn’t act on when at your home, he’s sure the other guests staying in the rooms beside yours can hear you as he reaffirms his claim over you. By the dawn of the next morning, you’re exhausted in the best way possible, while he looks refreshed. It doesn’t bother either of you in the slightest, this means he can pamper you, and you can get pampered.
The buzz in the follow days made you and Jacaerys seem lighter, more vibrant, and full of life. While you’re answering questions about your album and making room for questions about your alpha, and soon to be husband, you’re already steadily working on the next album. While Jacaerys works hard when he’s on the field and plays harder when he’s with you. The weeks seem to blur together and before any of you even realize, the Super Bowl is already here and in full swing. Jacaerys has been training harder and harder, knowing you’ll be watching from the VIP box with the rest of his family, and the rest of his team’s guests. Even as Jacaerys plays the most perfect game he thinks he’s ever played, the opposing team is up by one point. As he calls out a play, and toss the ball, he charges forward, praying, hoping he can touch the end field and force the game into overtime. As he sprints down the field the seconds count down, he can feel his heart beat in his ear, he can feel every vein and artery in his body forcing his blood through every capillary. He’s mere feet away when he’s tackled, and the ball slips from his grip, as the buzzer goes off. Despite everything, his tireless effort, relentless training, and knowing you were watching, he couldn’t cinch the win this year.
You glance at Rhaenyra, eyes heavy with grief, before turning to Laenor, Lucerys, and Joffrey. You look around to the rest of the guests, who all look lost for words, heated, and even disappointed. You turn back hand on the glass, watching as Jacaerys rips off his helmet, and slams it into the ground.
“You’re worthless if you can’t provide.” A ghost from Jacaerys past. “An alpha has to be strong.” A visage from the toxic mindset he thought he shed long ago. “How will your omega respect and want to stay with you when they realize you’re not the alpha they need or want?” Jacaerys’ eyes widen, it almost sounded like his own voice. “You’ve already hurt (Y/n) beyond belief…if you’re not the best alpha for him, he can leave and find another, like all omegas.”
Jacaerys spirals, trying his hard to stay composed. The arena cameras pan to you, zooming in on your face just as Jacaerys looks up. His eyes widen before he looks to the VIP box. You see his chest heaving, before he sprints off to the locker room. Before you even realize your legs are already taking you to him. When your rational side catches up with you, you’re in front of the locker room door. “Jacaerys…” you whisper through the door. “It’s just me. No cameras, no one else, just me.” You rest your forehead against the door. “Please let me in?” You ask softly. You wait for what feels like forever, even though it’s only been a few seconds. Your mind takes you to places you wish it wouldn’t. What if he doesn’t want to see you? What if this makes him think, he really can’t have both things he wants? You try the handle, and the door creaks open. Why’d you assume it was locked? You shake your head, and push in, before lock the door behind you. There’s steam everywhere, you can barely see a foot in front of you. “Jacaerys?” You ask softly. When you don’t get a response, you make your scent to bloom and let his respond and lead you to him. The moment it hits him, his own scent responds without his conscious effort. The acrid smell, the sulfurous odor hits you like a freight train. Your legs feel like jelly as you walk towards the origin.
Your nose leads you to the showers, where the steam is thickest. “Jace?” You whisper, before looking in. It’s a sorry, heartbreaking sight. Your alpha on the floor, directly under the stream of hot water. Knees to his chest, as he sobs, his shoulders heaving. “Jacaerys?” You say a bit louder still no response. You bite your lip, you can’t bear to see him so broken. You get right up, kneeling as you drape your arms over and around him, even as you’re drenched by the shower water. Jacaerys tenses as your arms go around him, before he relaxes and leans into you, fisting at your shirt and sobbing. “It’s okay Jace. We’re here together.” You whisper rubbing his back, and playing with his hair. He doesn’t respond, just shakes his head hard, his sobs becoming louder. “Please don’t leave me.” He manages to get out. “I won’t fail again, just please,” he nearly chokes on the words, “don’t give up on me.” He wails. “Jacaerys what are you on about?” You ask, your hands going to his cheeks to make sure he’s looking into your eyes.
“I’m not broken, I promise! I can still provide! I can still be everything you need!” Jacaerys sobs, he’s just barely coherent enough for you to understand. “Don’t be disappointed in me.” He whisper sobs, burying his face into your chest again, clutching onto you tighter as if you’d disappear if he let go. “Jacaerys why would you think I’m disappointed you?” You ask softly, holding him tighter. “I saw your face…” he gasps, “you don’t have to lie I know I failed big time today.” He manages to get out through his sobs. “Jacaerys look at me.” You whisper, trying to get him to look at you, he shakes his head trying to bury his face deeper. “Jacaerys please.” You ask again, but he doesn’t respond. “Jace, baby, please look at me?” You ask softly, warmly. He timidly pulls away still sniffling as his teary eyes meet yours. “I’m not disappointed in you.” You say softly, hand rubbing his cheek, smearing the tears as they fall. “Sure, I’m sad the team lost, but not because of you. Never because of you.” You whisper. “Regardless of what the media and public are gonna say about this,” you rest your forehead against his, “you are not a disappointment to me. You never have been and never will be.” You say kissing his eyelids.
Your scent blooms in the quiet space between you, as if your heart and soul reach out to his instinctually. His respond in tandem, in sync with you. “Jacaerys we’ve, well actually you, you’ve fought hard to get us here.” You whisper. “I love you, and it’ll take a hell of lot more than one loss to change that.” You giggle against his cheek. “Besides,” you grab your ring, slowly pulling it off your finger, “I want this forever.” You say, holding the ring in the palm of your hand. “Do you still want this forever,” you hesitate, like the answer could be anything other than yes, “with me?” You ask softly. “I want us to be in this for life. Through thick and even thinner.” You kiss his cheek. “Are we still a team?” You ask softly, nuzzling into his neck. “Of course I want that.” He sniffles, taking the ring from your palm, and putting it back on. “I want this forever, maybe even more than you do,” he giggles, “maybe even more than you could ever realize.” He says softly kissing your cheek. “Oh I find that hard to believe.” You tease. “My one sided bond might disagree. But I guess I’ll have to do a better job proving it.” He giggles. “You know you don’t have to right?” You say seriously staring into his eyes. “You are, and have always been enough, to me. You know that right?” You ask softly, but Jacaerys can feel the desperation in your words, the undying need to make sure he’s secure in this, just as much as you are.
Jacaerys takes a deep breath, like he’s been holding something in for ages. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not.” He admits, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Sometimes I feel like you deserve better than anything I am, or could be, or give you.” He says sadly. “I hurt you so much,” he takes a shuddering gasp, “because of that, I feel like I don’t deserve you.” He says sadly. “I feel like nothing I’ll ever do, and nothing I’ve done will ever make up for it.” He admits, his scent souring with shame again. Your eyes soften, as you tilt his head up placing a chaste, warm, loving kiss to his lips. “I forgive you Jacaerys.” You whisper, threading your fingers into his. “That’s not who you are anymore. Maybe that scared little boy still exists somewhere in the periphery of who you are.” You say softly. “But that’s now who you are. You don’t function like him, you don’t make choices like him.” You say proudly. “Could that boy, have ever declared he loved me? Would he have ever thought it? Let alone bringing it to a camera at an event that was his moment to shine?” You ask passionately. “Maybe that version of you, didn’t, doesn’t deserve me.” You wager. “But the man you are today, the alpha you’ve become for me, I know he does deserve me. And I hope he feels that I deserve him.” You whisper, your warm breath ghosting over his lip as you kiss him again.
Jacaerys smiles, kissing you again and again. “He does feel that way.” He giggles. “I think you’re more than I deserve. You make me feel like nothing could stop me.” He says dreamily. “Thank you (Y/n).” Jacaerys whispers. “God I feel silly now.” He chortles. “Don’t feel that way.” You chide, biting his cheek, before kissing the mark as he hisses. “Losing sucks, I know it does, and I’m sure a lot of people out there do too.” You wager. “Yeah but I mean…” Jacaerys giggles at the way you growl, “look I’m just saying how bad does it look for a football player to react like I did?” He says with a laugh. “What? Throwing your helmet down and running off?” You say confused. “Yeah!” He says chortling. “Yeah probably not the best, but it all depends on how you pivot.” You say nonchalantly. “Pivot?” Jacaerys asks confused. You can see on his face he’s missed that chapter of media training. “Yeah, like how you change the narrative?” You elaborate. “Instead of letting the media run with ‘Jacaerys Velaryon, alpha QB slams helmet and runs away.’, you paint a different picture.” You conclude. “Like maybe…” you pause thinking, “you reacted like that because we had a deal we’d start trying for kids if you won.” You suggest.
“Wait! I could’ve been a dad, nine months from now, if I won?” He asks desperate and confused. “Babe no,” you face palm, “wait do you want to be?” You ask with a shy smile. “I didn’t think we were ready then, but I think now might be a better time.” He says looking away. “It’s only been like about a year.” You giggle. “I know!” He says getting excited. “But I mean we could make it work right?” He says rubbing your hand. “What would that even look like-“ you stop, sighing, rubbing Jacaerys hand, “we’re getting side tracked we can figure that out later. For right now you’re just gonna get changed into something dry, you’re gonna put on your sweats and sweater, and you’re gonna go out there and tell them what I just said.” You say confidently, standing up, and offering him a hand. “That we had a bet, if i won, we could try for kids?” He says confused, taking your hand as he stands. “Exactly.” You affirm with a smile. “Alright, I’ll do that then.” He says shutting the water off. “And if it makes you feel better I’ll be watching.” You say lovingly.
“Oh it absolutely does.” Jacaerys says wrapping a hand around your waist. “Not so fast babe,” you giggle, “you gotta get changed, I’m sure they’re already gonna be a little mad.” You tease. “Oh and why’s that?” Jacaerys huskily asks, eyebrow raised. “I locked the door to the locker room, so they might be waiting.” You reveal. “I’m shocked security hasn’t forced the door open yet though.” You wonder aloud. “Oh god, yeah I should- I should get ready.” Jacaerys says with a laugh, before dragging his hand down his face. “Alright let me get out of here before we do end up making a baby.” You say getting out of the showers. “No, no, no, you can’t just say that and think you can walk away.” Jacaerys says, pulling you back by the belt loop on your jeans. “What did you say…” you spoke, reminiscing about Jacaerys time at your home in Beverly Hills, “oh right.” You giggle, playfully smacking his hand away and putting some more distance between you two. “Back seductor! Back I say!” You chuckle, heading to the main door. “Wait.” You pause looking back to Jacaerys as he gets out of the shower.
“One sided bond?” You ask, approaching him again. His face cracks, his eyes widened, he hadn’t meant to mention that. But now that it’s out in the open? He can’t deny it, especially not with the look of concern you have on your face. “Yeah.” Jacaerys whispers. “I found out about in college.” He admits. “And you’re just telling me now?” You say shocked slapping his arm. “I didn’t want you to think you had to be with me. I didn’t want to force you into staying with me if you decided you didn’t want this.” Jacaerys says softly, looking down. “How long?” You ask. “Maybe since we were kids, or teens. I don’t know it’s hard to pin down without a claim mark to estimate.” He shakes his head. “Well thank you for waiting.” You say trying not to be upset. He didn’t hide it because he doubted you, he didn’t want to force your hand into thinking you had to be with him. “But please don’t hide something like that from me again. We’re a team now right?” You ask your hand trailing up to your claim mark and lightly pushing down. Jacaerys can feel it in his claim mark. “Yeah. We are. And don’t worry I won’t.” Jacaerys whispers as he kisses your forehead. “Good.” You smile, kissing him on his lips, before finally exiting. Jacaerys can faintly hear you making apologize before the door slams open. You speed walk away, as you hear Jacaerys coach berate him. The last thing you’re in earshot for is ‘you better have a way out of the shit storm you caused!’.
You’re sitting on a venue provided towel, watching with rapt enjoyment as Ebon Valor players and their coach, finally take stage. Immediately they’re inundated with questions, unfortunately most are directed at Jacaerys. It’s like a cacophony, that only sinks up when they say his name. “AHEM.” Coach Smith clears his throat on mic. “Like last time.” He says nearly seething, it’s taking his all to stay composed. “I am allowing three, THREE, personal questions for our star quarterback.” Smith says with a sigh. The reporters seem to calm down, before focusing on the most important questions. ‘What plays went wrong?’, ‘What would you change?’, ‘Do you think you could’ve done better?’, and above all, ‘How are you all feeling?’. As the players answer, of course one reporter breaks the flow. “So, Jacaerys, gotta say I didn’t peg you for a sore loser.” The reporter starts off setting the tone immediately. “What about this loss was so devastating, that you threw your helmet and essentially disappeared for an hour?” He asks judgmentally.
“Yeah I gotta admit not my best moment.” Jacaerys giggles, flashing that charming smile. “I apologize profusely to my teammates, to my coach, and to the fans watching. It was very unsportsmanlike of me to just rush off field like that.” Jacaerys says remorsefully. “It’s just I had a lot riding on this game, and I let it get to me.” He says somberly. Another reporter stands as the previous one sits. “What exactly did you have riding on this game?” They ask pointedly. “Well my mate and I recently got engaged.” Jacaerys says proudly. “I made a bet with him, that if I won the Super Bowl again this year, we’d try for a baby.” He says wistfully. “Obviously, I was distraught because I thought that wasn’t going to happen.” He says somberly. “Your mate (Y/n), the pop star, made a deal like that?” Cregane asks through the mic. “Yeah, it was my idea,” Jacaerys stresses, “but he agreed to it.” Jacaerys responds. “How could your mate be so cold and cru-“”Watch what you say about him, before I throw you out of here myself.” Jacaerys snarls immediately. “I-“ they sputter, “I apologi-“ they stumble over their words, “I merely meant-“”Well on with it.” Jacaerys growls. “What did you mean?” He asks, eyes narrowed trained on his target. “I merely meant, it’s in your instincts and his to have babies. Why would he let such a major decision ride on a game you couldn’t have known you’d win with complete certainty.” The reporter clarifies, he clears his throat and pulls at his shirt collar feeling the daggers every Ebon Valor player is staring into him.
“He thought I’d win.” Jacaerys says proudly. “I thought I’d win,” he chuckles, “with something like that motivating me.” He adds. “Besides I’m in high spirits now because we’ve come to compromise.” Jacaerys says happily. “What compromise did-“”That wasn’t an invitation to ask. Especially not to you.” Jacaerys retorts with a scoff. “To every other reporter here, you’re not getting another answer out of me if you ask a personal question.” Jacaerys says holding the mic tightly, one can see the veins in his hand flexing and tensing. “But we’ve only asked two so far?” Another reporter interjects. “Don’t care, and you can thank him for cutting it short.” Jacaerys says with a scathing tone, as he points to the reporter who thought he could say anything about you. “Jacaerys that’s a really mean thing to-“”You thought you could disparage the love of my life, and I would just what?” Jacaerys lets out a disbelieving laugh, “let it happen?” He chortles. “You’re lucky I haven’t already thrown you out.” Jacaerys angrily says. “So sit back down, and take notes quietly, before you have to explain to your boss why his press team has been banned and bar’d from Ebon Valor’s press junkets.” Jacaerys warns, watching as the reporter shrinks and slumps in his chair, unable to make eye contact with anyone in the room.
Your face cracks, scowl already forming as that reporter’s line of questioning comes through. “Who the fuck-“ You stop as you watch Jacaerys get angry on your behalf. Your lips curl upward as Jacaerys efficiently tears that reporter down. “He’s so much better now.” You whisper, all the lessons you’ve given him boosted his media training. You blush and giggle, cocking your head to side as Jacaerys mentions a compromise. “What compromise is he talking about?” Rhaenyra asks, laughing, poking into your side. “Yeah (Y/n) what’s the deal with that? Do I need to start prepping for a baby shower?” Lucerys asks half exhausted half ready to get another photo album ready. “Don’t ask me!” You giggle. “I said to put a pin in it for now.” You say dreamily staring at him the way people gaze at paintings. Your eyes widen as he threatens and punishes that reporter for what he’s said about you. “Oh I’m gonna rock his world tonight when we get back to the hotel.” You groan. “Did not need to hear that.” Laenor says with a laugh before getting up. “Did not need that mental image of you and my brother.” Joffrey gags as he stands and joins Laenor getting a drink. Rhaenyra and Lucerys giggle, but make no further comment.
The press junket continues, with the reporters a little stressed, and the tension in the room thicker than when it started. Before Jacaerys even realizes it, it’s over. He’s shaking hands with his fellow players, before they all make their way up the VIP box. As soon as Jacaerys opens the door you’re running up and jumping into his arms, pulling him into a deep passionate kiss, stealing his breath as you pull away. He looks at you with hungry eyes, but as soon as he remembers his mom, dad, and two brothers are watching blush dusts his face. He clears his throat before approaching his family. Either they didn’t notice, or they just don’t comment on it, as they immediately offer condolences, and well wishes. It’s a common sentiment that Ebon Valor will win next year, it just wasn’t in the cards for them this year. Even as the team and all the families go out to the nearest pub, you and jacaerys break away first, sneaking back into the hotel, and heading straight to your room. It feels like a role reversal as you dote on Jacaerys and coax out every grunt, whimper, and groan you can from him. Servicing him on your knees as though you’re praying, taking him into your body like communion. Reminding him of his worth, of what he means to you, and just how much you love him. By the dawn of the next day, it’s like he doesn’t even care that he lost, he’s too high, too in the clouds for anything to touch him.
The weeks that follow he’s in the gym training hard, getting his reaction time down where he can, so he’s more on the fly. He still makes time for you that’s nonnegotiable, dates, dinners, movies, and everything else you can think of. The two of you make up for lost time and for the future so he has more memories to look back on when he’s missing you a lot more during training camp. He dutifully follows you as you tour through Europe again. The sights you two see again never lose their novelty, not when you get to experience them again with each other. The two of you stay in sync and become one more often as the weeks turn to months, and it feels like training camp just started, and yet your tour ended on a high note, and he’s already got his first game coming up. He’s crushing it continuously, game after game under his belt again, like he’s determined to win at the Super Bowl this year. You’re touring again, you dropped your third album with record breaking sales, the tour this time is way more intense hitting many more cities, and still somehow lining up the schedule with his games.
You notice a change in your body around the end of November. You try to write off the weird morning sickness as food poisoning, and it kinda makes sense to you. Some foods look horrible and smell even worse to you now, while others have never been more appetizing. You notice during touring you’re getting tired more frequently, you start doing endurance training because what kind of a show can you put on if you’re breathless from moving and singing at the same time? Your scent is getting sweeter, but it’s not your heat? It’s not even preheat? When was your last heat? You wave off the thought, you and Jacaerys had been careful, and always cautious. There was that one time the rubber broke and neither of you noticed…or wait, hadn’t you pull it off? It shouldn’t matter though, you took a plan b after…right? You panic as you can’t remember exactly, your memory is a little fuzzy, your whole brain actually, but you swear you took it. It’s not until you go home after a concert in LA, that you have to reckon with what you’re going through. The moment you hug your dad you know something about to change.
Antonio sniffs at your neck, much longer than he has before. He swaps scent glands as if he’s confirming with himself. When he pulls back his worried eyes meet your confused ones. “Uhm-“ he pauses, unsure of how to continue this. “You and Jacaerys have been being…uh-“, he stops again, trying to meet your eyes, “careful right?” He asks wincing. “Protection and all that? a morning after pill just in case of accidents?” He asks softening, as your face gives you away. “Of course!” You say defensively. “Of course we have!” You shout getting teary. “Shhh. (Y/n) it’s okay.” Antonio whispers pulling you into a hug. “(Y/n) why are you raising your voice?” Regina asks as she comes into the room. You watch her as her nose twitches, her eyes widening, her mouth drops open before she closes it. “(Y/n), have you and Jacaerys been practicing safe sex?” Regina asks directly, not sparing you at all. You scoff at her blunt questioning. “Regina…” Antonio sighs, trying to hold in his laughter. “You can’t just say things like that, you have to ease into it.” Antonio says softly. “I’m not pregnant!” You shout, trying to convince yourself more than them.
“Okay well if you’re not then let’s go to the doctors right now.” Regina says, pulling her car keys out of her bag. “Yeah (Y/n) we can figure this out with certainty.” Antonio says warmly, hand on your shoulder. You nod, heading towards the door, before freezing. “Wait.” You say timidly. “We can’t. What if someone at the doctor’s office leaks anything?” You say voice trembling with worry. “Don’t worry. I trust this doctor. He has a private entrance, and you can hide in the back seats until we’re in his car garage.” Regina says taking your hands. “We’ll figure this out (Y/n).” Antonio says kissing your head. You nod, a mix of fear, excrement, and nervousness boiling in your stomach. The ride to the doctor’s office feels weird, like it shouldn’t be happening, not this soon at least. You barely register your mom parking the car, before the three of you head inside. The place is empty already cleared out from when Regina called on the way here. The doctor draws blood, and provides you with urine cup to test both. The few minuets it takes for the results to come back are excruciatingly long. “Well the results are back, and I have to say is, Congratulations Mr. (L/n).” The doctor says happily. You feel shellshocked, all you can hear is a faint beep that drowns everything out. “You’re going to be a father.” The doctor says with a smile, before noting the look on your face and your scent slowly turning phosphorus. “I’ll give you three some privacy.” The doctor says as he leaves.
You can feel your breathing getting heavier, before Antonio takes your hands, and Regina cradles your face. “In and out.” Antonio says, taking deep breaths. “Come on (Y/n), breathe with us. In and out.” Regina says matching Antonio’s breathing. You slowly match their breathing, the spiral stops slowly but surely. “Okay (Y/n). I know that this is a lot to take in.” Antonio starts. “What do you want to do?” He asks softly. “We know you and Jacaerys reached a compromise, whatever that means, is this it?” Regina asks rubbing your back. “We didn’t get a chance to discuss it.” You say monotonously. You take another deep breath. “This is…” you pause, lip trembling, “fine.”, a smile stretches across your face. “I’m nervous, I’m scared, I mean being a parent is gonna be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” You say with tepid excitement. “The hardest thing you and Jacaerys have ever done.” Antonio says softly. “You’re not alone in this.” He adds. “Because trust me I will castrate Jacaerys if he thinks he can get you pregnant and then disappear.” Regina says with a teasing tone you know she fully means.
“I wanna keep it.” You whisper, looking away from your parents, you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact. Regina and Antonio squeal, before holding hands and hugging each other. “We’re gonna be grandparents!” They gush in unison. “I’m gonna be a hot grandma.” Regina says proudly. “You’d have always been a hot grandma, love.” Antonio says kissing her cheek. You look up confused, meeting their eyes. “You guys aren’t disappointed in me?” You ask softly. “No not at all. Can’t say I’m super excited you’re having a baby so young, and early into your career, but I’m happy if you are.” Regina says lovingly. “I’ve wanted grandbabies since Jacaerys took us to Yosemite.” Antonio giggles. “I love you guys. You’re the best parents I could’ve asked for.” You coo, leaning in to hug them both. “Oh my god I gotta text Jacaerys.” You pull out your phone, the text is already drafted, but you delay hitting send. “What’s wrong?” Regina asks. “Nothing….just thinking.” You respond, as the wheels in your head keep turning. “I gotta get him back for proposing to me at my concert.” You giggle. “Do you have something in mind?” Regina says with a wicked smile. “Oh I do. Do you know where the Super Bowl will be this year? And do you have any contacts at that arena?” You ask cheerily. “Oh baby, I have contacts all across the country.” Regina says pulling out her phone.
Jacaerys is none the wiser, accepting all your excuses at face value. He doesn’t notice your scent is unchanging, thanks to the pheromone perfume you had made of your scent, to cover your currently changing scent, all the morning sickness he catches, he’s silently rubbing your back before adding whatever you ate last night to a no-no list. Even your weird cravings, he’s up at whatever ungodly hour you get them to make sure you can sate it. Whether it’s Nutella-mustard-hot Cheetos, or sauerkraut loaded chocolate chili, he’s making sure you get it. He even manages to take a few spoonfuls when you insist he tries it. He fights his gag reflex and manages to swallow the concoction even as his body fights against the offending mixture. “So-“ he coughs, before smiling widely, “so good babe. You should enjoy it all, I’m so full.” Jacaerys says convincingly. Rhaenyra and Laenor were looped in immediately after your doctor’s appointment, so was everyone involved with Ebon Valor, to make sure no one spilled the beans when Jacaerys would inevitably come to them brining up your ongoing issues and seeking remedies to help.
Jacaerys can’t help but play harder, somehow better, and he doesn’t know why. He can’t pin it on anything, even as the point differences start to mount. One game his team won with a one point lead, the next a three point lead, the one after a four point lead. He thinks he’s on a hot winning streak, and he just instinctually attributes it to you. Waking up next to you, seeing you in his jersey, seeing you want and nearly beg for his scent, he assumes it’s that. Even as the weeks pass and turn into months, even as his team hits the field for the Super Bowl, he still hasn’t a single clue. “Gosh I always forget how crowded this place gets.” You mumble. Jacaerys leans down, scenting you again, his biology already caught up even if he is still unaware. “Yeah it’s always a shit show when we leave, huh?” Jacaerys laughs. “Why don’t we-“ Jacaerys gags as his nose registers a scent he hadn’t needed to endure in ages. His scent turns with fear and shame. “What’s wrong?” You ask desperately, immediately crowding Jacaerys and growling at whatever’s making him upset. “Ease up (Y/n)…it’s just me.” Robb says with a cool demeanor. “Oh fuck off. We have nothing to say to you.” You hiss. “That’s a bit rude.” Robb says as if he’s done nothing to deserve your ire. “I don’t give a shit. Leave before I have security throw you out.” You roar. “Ya’know, I’d really hate to let the NFL know about this unsportsmanlike behavior Jacaerys…” Robb says turning around and heading away. “What do you-“ Jacaerys catches his breath, “what do you want?” He manages to get out. “I just wanted to chat.” Robb says softly. “What part of fuck off confused you?” You spit, being held back by Jacaerys, and your growing belly.
“It’s okay (Y/n). Go find my mom and dad, I’ll be okay.” Jacaerys whispers. “Are you sure?” You ask, eyes filled with worry. “Yeah. It’s been years, nothing he says can touch me anymore.” Jacaeys whispers kissing your forehead. “Fine.” You huff walking away. You look over your shoulder glaring at Robb. “If you hurt Jace, no one will be able to stop what I do to you.” You seethe, leaving the two alphas. “So Jace…how have things been?” Robb sheepishly asks, approaching Jacaerys and leaning against the railing to watch the field. “They’ve been better than ever.” Jacaerys says happily. “Engaged to the love of my life, living the dream daily. I wish I could tell my younger self, you can have both.” Jacaerys says leaning against the railing too. “Yeah?” Robb asks. “Yeah.” Jacaerys affirms. “Y’know…I had a crush once…” Robb starts, gritting his teeth before continuing, “on (Y/n).” Robb reveals. “I wrote him a love letter once…” Robb’s voice trembles. “My dad found it before I could give it to him.” He says defeated. “He burnt it, and beat me day and night. He wanted to drill into my head that I was an alpha.” He whispered.
“That I was suppose to like women, and omega women. Nothing else.” Robb added. “My mom made him stop when she realized I had a broken arm.” He says with a small chuckle. “I was looking out for you in my own way.” Robb says. “If my dad broke my arm for liking another boy, I figured he’d do worse to someone that wasn’t even his kid.” Robb says bitterly. “But we all go through shit so I guess the end doesn’t justify the means.” He shakes his head. “Y’know I’ve got a wife and kid now?” Robb says with a smile. Jacaerys can’t speak, he never knew any of what Robb is telling him. But even time can’t truly break a friendship like theirs, Jacaerys knows that smile Robb has on is forced, it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Congrats Robb. Are you happy?” Jacaerys asks concerned. “Doesn’t really matter.” Robb shrugs. “I’m living the life I’ve always been told to.” He says with an air of contentment, even if he doesn’t realize it’s a collar and chain. “I’m happy for you though.” Robb adds. “I don’t think I’m meant to live that life- your life.” He says bitterly. “I can’t imagine having to come out, and tell the world who I am.” Robb spoke softly. “Regardless of the shit I have to carry, I’m glad you and (Y/n) figured it out. Tell’em I’m sorry for what it’s worth.” Robb says getting up to leave. “It’s not too late.” Jacaerys speaks up, finally finding his voice. Robb turns back with a genuine smile. “It is for me. But I know to raise my kids better. Keep being yourself, so others have the courage to live like you do.” Robb says before walking away and joining the rest of his team.
Jacaerys leans back in disbelief. He wishes he had known, maybe he could’ve helped Robb get to where he is now. Obviously with a different omega, but at least he’d live in his truth. Jacaerys takes a deep breath, shrugging off the weight of Robb’s words. Surprisingly he expected to be tired, exhausted after hearing Robb out, but right now? He’s more alive, more energized than ever before. Jacaerys hits the ground running with the rest of the Ebon Valor players. They dominate the field with controlled precision, and Jacaerys the conductor of it all. His team is up by two points when half time is called. As he goes to sit on the bench, he notices you, your parents, his parents, and his brothers on field. “Oh my god!” He says excitedly. “You guys came to see me?” He gushes. “Yeah babe we did.” You giggle kissing him on his lips. “Allllllright ladies and gentlemen!” The commentators start. “Before the half time show starts, we’re gonna play a little gaaaaaame!” They drawl out as the crowd erupts into cheers.
“That’s new.” Jacaerys says with a chortle, as he puts his arm around your waist. “Right? Let’s see what’s going on.” You say making sure he pays attention. “Bear with us, this is fairly new.” The announcer laughs. “We’re playing match that sonoooooogram!” They drawl, with a buzzer to punctuate the excitement he’s trying to build. “Ooo this should be fun!” You say excitedly. “Yeah? Let’s see who can get the most right.” Jacaerys says challenging you. “Oh you’re so on.” You giggle. “Alright first one on the Jumbotron!” The announcer says as the screen changes, and begins to single pregnant people out in the audience. “Oh I bet it’s him.” You say first as the second omega pops up, swollen belly and all. “Whoever thinks this sonogram belongs to this father to be make some noise!” The announcer projects, as the audience erupts into cheers. “Damn, I should’ve gotten that.” Jacaerys says with a playful lilt. “Congratulations to the father to be! Next one!” The announcer continues. You and Jacaerys continue to score with you being one point up. “Alright last one!” The announcer says giddily.
“Can’t wait to win by a landslide.” You tease. “Wouldn’t call a two point lead a landslide.” Jacaerys chirps. “You’re just hating cause I’m gonna smoke you.” You giggle. “Oh just you wait, I’m gonna win.” Jacaerys responds. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see.” You taunt. “Does this sonogram belong to this person?” The announcer asks, the camera pointed to a random pregnant person. Despite the noise the crowd makes they’re wrong. “Nope! Next one.” The announcer continues as the camera lands on the next pregnant person. “I bet it’s theirs!” Jacaerys says completely sure. “Nah I don’t think so.” You giggle. The crowd makes some noise again, but they’re still wrong. “Nah! Next one!” The announcer says getting more excited. “Damn really?” Jacaerys says with a laugh. “Guess you win.” He coos, kissing your temple. The announcer continues, the camera panning to a few more pregnant people sitting in the audience, but the sonogram belongs to none of them. “Last guess!” The announcer singsongs. You slowly back away from Jacaerys, you pull out the matching sonogram, and push up your sweater showing your small bump. The camera slowly pans over to you, and the moment it locks into place, with you on screen, holding the sonogram, Jacaerys’ head whips around.
“No…” Jacaerys shakily says, the brightest and biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. “Really? You’re….?” He walks over, hand timidly going to your bump. “Yeah.” You say softly, already sniffling, placing your hand over his. “You’re gonna be a dad.” You coos. Jacaerys starts to weep, tears falling hard and heavy. He pulls you close, kissing you passionately, before lifting you up on his shoulder again. “I’m gonna be a dad!” He yells through his tears, showing you and your growing baby off like it’s the best prize he’s ever earned. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause. Jacaerys is swarmed by his team, his family, and yours, as they all finally openly share in the joy you’ve been hiding the last few months. The clock for half time slowly runs out. Jacaerys places you back down, kissing you again, scenting you heavily, before kneeling and scenting your bump. “Gosh you really know how to surprise me.” He giggles, still sniffling. “Gotcha back huh?” You laughed. “We’re gonna talk about why you hid this, cause I’m not too happy I missed your sonogram appointment, but I understand.” Jacaerys says, getting up. “Go and win this for us, and we can talk about it all you want.” You chirped, kissing him again, before going back to the VIP box.
As you make your way back, the venue already has a wheel chair so you don’t exert yourself. Regina, Antonio, Rhaenyra, and Laenor don’t let you do anything. Not lifting anything heavier than a cup of water. Doting on you heavily, asking if you’re hungry, if you’re cold, if you’re hot, if it’s too bright, despite you insisting you’re fine. “Pretty cool I’m gonna be an uncle…” Joffrey says with muted excitement, he clears his throat, “I guess.” he adds before going to sit. “Oh my god I can’t believe you kept this a secret for so long.” Lucerys says patting your shoulder a little harder than he normally does. “Luke! Watch yourself.” Rhaenyra and Laenor immediately reprimand him. “He’s not made of glass! (Y/n) tell them.” Lucerys fires back. “Actually my shoulder kinda hurts now.” You say feigning sadness. “Luke!” Rhaenyra says getting ready to handle it, when you turn back to face Lucerys, you stick your tongue out before laughing to yourself. “Traitor!” Lucerys laughs as Rhaenyra pulls him away. All of you watch the game continue to play out on the edge of your seat. You pray Jacaerys wins this year, you don’t want to see him broken up again.
The points keep being tied, Ebon Valor wins a point, then the opposing team wins one. They’re neck and neck, neither able to get a decisive edge over the other. The stage is set eerily like last year’s game. A few seconds left on the clock, Ebon Valor tied, needing an extra point. You can see Jacaerys pacing back and forth, arguing or planning with the coach. He looks up the VIP box, you can’t see it but you know he’s looking at you. He looks down shaking his head, before saying something to the coach. Coach Smith looks like he’s about to blow a blood vessel, but he gives in. As the players get back on field you see Jacaerys moving into position, making the same play he made last year that cost him the game. As the ball flies through the air, you see Jacaerys weave and dodge the opposing team. He catches the ball, and takes off running. He can hear the players getting closer, gaining on him. Jacaerys hits a second high as he runs even faster than he did last year, outpacing them. There’s a few seconds left on the clock as Jacaerys makes it to the end field, slamming the ball down as the buzzer goes off. Ebon Valor wins with a one point lead.
Jacaerys can hardly believe it, even as he’s tackled to the ground by his team. Even as he’s finds himself at the bottom of a dogpile celebrating his win. Even in the showers after he still has that same goofy smile, already picturing what the nursery will look like. He’ll let you design it, but he hopes you’ll ask for his input. Even a he sits for the post game press junket, all he can think of is being by your side. He vaguely registers coach Smith reiterating the three personal question limit. The press junket flows like water, as Jacaerys goes on and on about it how the team won, what was going through his mind when he decided on the same play that made his team lose, and everything in between. “Jacaerys, which is more fulfilling, winning the Super Bowl this year, or becoming a dad?” A reporter asks. “Honestly both in different ways. But I’m more excited about being a dad.” He says with a smile. “Did you truly have no clue your mate was pregnant even with his changing scent?” Another chimes in. “Honestly I had zero. It had to be the best kept secret in our family.” Jacaerys laughs. “What’s next for you and your growing family?” Another reporter asks. “Hopefully another kid on the way after this one.” Jacaerys chortles. “No, I hope I get a vacation. The weeks in offseason aren’t enough, and I want to be by my mates side.” He says with a loving sigh. As he looks out to the crowd, he can’t help but picture the future he’s worked towards with you.
Since the day Charles proposed to you and decided to come out and share about your relationship, social media is no longer unfamiliar with you two’s captured romantic moment. With you, the engineer of Ferrari and Charles, the racer. Everybody knows about your love, his fellow racers and your colleagues, families… It is quite obvious in the way you talked about one another, every glance, every touch.
You find yourself adoring one thing about him… Charles gives plenty of reassurement, even if you are not the kind to be too insecure and need it to survive in a relationship.
Now, Charles was sitting in the garage with his fellow racers and friends: Joris, Lando, Pierre, and others met up for extra practice and a hang out at the pub to watch tonight’s football game. The next Formula 1 campaign was only a few weeks away, and everyone was making the most of their free time.
“We should heat out now , I’m starving.” Joris whines, leaning his head back on the chair, waiting for others. The idea was quickly met with approval, but Charles seemed uncertain. It was Friday, and Friday was reserved for the weekly date he always had with you whenever he’s in the city.
“Charles, man, you're coming too, right?” one of the others asked. Charles paused, considering it for a moment before answering.
“I'll need to ask my man first…see what he says” he replied. His friends immediately burst out laughing.
“Damn man…you? Charles Leclerc? asking your guy for permission?” another friend joked, causing another round of laughter. Charles simply shrugs and picks up his phone. Their teasing didn't bother him. All he needed was to hear your voice, or better yet, be near you, to reassure himself that he wouldn't risk losing you over something as foolish as missing one of your Fridays together. He knows you’re cool with it, but he just needed to check in.
“Hey, love” You answered the phone, pushing the glass to stay on the bridge of your nose.
Charles’s face instantly lit up the moment he heard your voice…soft, warm, like coming home after a long race. He turned slightly away from his laughing friends, shielding the call as if he knew they would be screaming bullshit into his ears to interrupt.
“Amore mio…” He murmured in that low, soft Italian tone of his, the one reserved only for you. For a second, he just listened to your breathing through the phone. His thumb brushed over his lip like he wished you were here. While Joris mimed kisses behind him in the most ridiculous way, hands touching himself and making those sloppy kissing noises loudly. The man got elbowed by another teammate, giggling still.
“I missed you…” Charles said simply. He did, he meant every word. Meeting his lovey dovey, heart-poured love is your doubtful word.
“Oh, what did you do?” you snorted, just wanted to tease your man a little and possibly get a rise out of him. Charles pouted like it personally offended him that you immediately think he did something wrong. He loved you so much it physically hurt sometimes, and hearing that teasing tone made his chest tighten in the sweetest way.
“I didn’t do anything” He defended quickly, voice dipping into that fake offended pitch.
“I just called my beautiful man because I love him. That is a crime now?”
Joris snorted loudly behind him and Charles whipped around to glare, a silent shut up. Then he turned back to the phone, softening again instantly when your laugh ghosted through the speaker. He knew you were just teasing him.
“You’re laughing at me…” He whispered in mock betrayal.
“Nothing nothing” You chuckle, keyboard noises can be heard loudly, you are still in your office, working your ass off.
“I missed you too y'know”
Charles smiled. The sound of your keyboard clacking in the background was like proof you were working hard, brain buzzing with equations and car parts.
“I know” He said softly, leaning against a garage wall while his teammates drank and joked around him. He shifted slightly, lowering his voice even more as Joris started yelling about beer bets. Charles covered the mic briefly to growl. “Shut up!” before returning to you with a sigh of contentment.
“What time do you finish? I could… come pick you up.”
“Oh no need. I might stay out late to finish a report and grab dinner with a colleague" You shrugged.
A colleague? Dinner? Late at night?
Joris noticed immediately and elbowed him with a grin. “Uh oh.”
Charles ignored him entirely, focusing on your voice only. He cleared his throat softly, the sound calm but laced with something sharper underneath like quiet possessiveness.
“Who… is this colleague?” He asked carefully, trying to sound casual. A pause before he added “And… dinner? where?”
“Just Louis. I'll send you the location later, yes?”
Charles exhaled like he had been holding his breath without realizing. Louis. Old Louis. Not some random new engineer or a smooth-talking mechanic from the pit crew. Phew. Good.
“Ah… Louis” He repeated, voice instantly relaxing into something warmer. “That’s good.” He rubbed the back of his neck absently, the tension melting away because you were so considerate to always reassure him when he got that quiet jealousy mode activated. You got him all figured out.
“Yeah… send me the address” He said softly, “I’ll come by after I finish with these idiots.”
A glance at Joris, who was now mimicking Charles checking a GPS on an imaginary phone and Charles rolled his eyes but smiled anyway.
“You’re going out too huh?” You chuckled
Charles bit his lip…actually bit it because he knew the drill. You’d let him do whatever, no question, but that wasn’t the point. The point was: asking. Because you mattered more than freedom.
“Yeah…” He started, voice suddenly a little sheepish “The guys want to go watch a game and drink beers at the pub.”
He waited. No rushing you, no pressure with excuses like for just one hour or it’s not serious. Just laid it bare to your face: this is what they’re planning.
“Sounds like fun, love. If you get too drunk then call me, yeah? “ Charles’s entire face softened, relief, gratitude, and adoration flooding his features all at once. You said yes. Not just that: you trusted him enough to go out for drinks andddd still worried about him getting home safe.
“Merci, mon ange” He murmured, the French rolling off his tongue like a prayer. He pressed the phone closer to his face as if he could kiss you through the screen. Then Joris grabbed his shoulder and started dragging him toward the cars with a loud “FINALLYYYYY”
“Shh! I’m talking!” Charles snapped back before turning attention fully to you again.
“I won’t drink too much…I promise.”
“Mhmm. See you at home, love” You chuckled
“And you hang up” You don’t like hanging up phone calls, always making him do it. Charles’s heart did that little flip, the one it only ever did for you. He couldn’t resist when you call him love even over the phone.
“Yes…See you at home” He answers, voice thick with warmth and adoration. Joris was already flicking the key, bringing the engine to life…loud and obnoxious. But Charles lingered on the call for half a second longer, savoring your presence like a favorite song on repeat. Then he kissed his screen dramatically…a stupid habit… before finally hanging up.
The second he lowered his phone?
Joris whooped loudly: “YESSS MAN LET’S FUCKING GOOO”
The pub was loud, packed with Friday night energy, the clatter of beer glasses, and the roar of fans watching a football match on the big screen. Charles walked in first, his teammates piling behind him like a pile of out-of-control kids, too eager to get good food and craft beer. The air smells like beer and fried food indeed.
Charles slid into a booth first, looking through the menu as if these men won’t get the same thing: double beef patties burger and cheesy loaded fries. With some good ol’ craft beer. The taste remains the same after years. After a while, the waitress places the plates down, which is basically a tower of greasy goodies.
Pierre immediately grabs the fries and dunked it into ketchup like he hadn’t eaten in days.
Joris clinked his bottle against Charles’s
“To not getting ditched by your man!” He teased, lighter this time since Charles wasn't glaring holes into his ass anymore. Charles rolled his eyes but lifted his drink anyway. The first sip was cold perfection. Meanwhile, the football match on screen reached peak drama, a last-minute penalty kick about to happen. Lando practically inhaled half a burger in one bite, sauce smearing on his chin. Pierre took a long swig of beer, eyes glued to the screen as the penalty kick tension peaked, the crowd holding their breath.
Charles ate more slowly. Nibbling fries, sipping his drink. He wasn’t big on alcohol tonight, not when he had you waiting for him later. The pub food was comforting though, the kind of meal you ate with friends or families after a hard week.
Suddenly…. GOAL!!!
The stadium erupted on TV, and so did the men in the pub around them. Glasses clinked, someone shouted something incoherent. Joris punched Charles’s arm excitedly: “That was insane!”
Charles’s phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, a notification from “mon mari ❤ ️”, he quickly wiped grease off his fingers first, because you deserved attention without a burger stain on the screen. Right?
The location popped up, sent by you: a cozy street vendor spot known for their loaded baked potatoes, cheesy, crispy, perfect. Charles knew the place well; he’d passed by it with you before during morning runs. A smile tugged at his lips. Glad you weren’t working your bones out… you were getting some hearty food too.
| Old man Louis complained it was too greasy
You sent a photo of your jacket potato portion and Louis's. The vendor man sure did love this handsome engineer, loading your plate with things.
| I think the jacket potato man is in love w me:)
Charles stared at the photo, your jacket potato practically overflowing with cheese, bacon, and tuna mayo. The portions looked ridiculously generous. And yeah… Louis’ plate was just as piled high with baked beans. But what made Charles smirk was the fact that the vendor man clearly had a soft spot for you, the way everything on your dish looked extra generous compared to normal portions he used to have.
He typed back fast:
| Of course he is. You're gorgeous and probably smiled at him like an angel when you ordered
A pause. Then added:
| Save me some of that if you can <3
Joris peeked over his shoulder again but this time didn’t tease, just whistled lowly at the food porn in Charles's messages. Because that jacket potato could blast away men’s boxers flying 5 kilometers. Literally.
| I’ll take you there next time😊🥔
You replied, followed by a selfie. Charles’s breath hitched at the selfie. You are in that suit, neat and professional…devastatingly handsome. The way the streetlights behind you cast soft shadows on his face made Charles’ chest ache with affection. He zoomed in a few times because yes, he was that guy before typing:
| You look too good for a street potato vendor
| I’ll take you anywhere you want tomorrow. Steakhouse? Italian? That fancy sushi place?
| Damnnn yes please🙏 you replied. No hesitation. Then he added details like the romantic planner he secretly was:
| I’ll pick you up at 7, we’ll go wherever you want. Dress nice❤️
A part of him is already imagining it: holding hands across a candle lit dinner table, stealing kisses between courses… no phones allowed nor work. Just hearty food and each other’s company.
| Ur the boss🫡
Charles has stuck to his two-beer limit, strictly. He wasn’t drunk out of his mind, just pleasantly relaxed, the alcohol humming warmly in his system without impairing his driving. He insisted on driving because the rest of the group had drunk a lot. One by one, he dropped off his teammates: Joris first (who lived closest), then Pierre with a lazy wave from their front door. By 8:30 PM, Charles was back on the road, headlights cutting through the night streets toward your location. The vendor was pretty close to the company.
He texted:
| Leaving now
You replied with a 0.5 fit check picture from a high up angel that also includes your polished shoes.
| Report is sent! Louis gave up and went home to wife and kids. It's just me here.
Charles’s phone screen lit up with the photo of you, looking sleek in your crisp suit. The angle made you look tiny like you can fit into his palm. But still like some kind of perfect office angel sent to earth. At least to him, you are. He smiled softly. Louis had already left? Good. As he parked near the street vendor spot, a cozy little corner with fairy lights, he texted back:
| I see you <3
A pause as he stepped out of the car, straightening his jacket, eyes locked on that familiar silhouette under golden light.
“There you are, love” you chuckled at him leaning on the car, pretending to be nonchalant.
Without a word, Charles closed the distance and pulled you into a tight embrace, hands sliding around your lower back like he was reclaiming something precious. The scent of his cologne mixed with faint potato vendor spices.
“Ciao, mi amore.” followed by a kiss landed on your cheek,gentle but lingering.
“I just had another potato because I was so hungry and the vendor man let me whip out my laptop to continue to work right there while waiting” You chuckled and told Charles about your dinner. Charles listened intently, his expression softening as you talk about the vendor letting you work right there, laptop out, probably surrounded by empty potato trays. The image was so you.
“That sounds like you” Charles murmured with quiet pride “...working through dinner like a madman you are” He reached up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, the gesture tender before leaning in and finally kissing you properly.
The car hummed softly as Charles drove through the city winding streets, the wind picking up, cold and sharp against the windows. You sat beside him, maybe scrolling on your phone or just watching scenery drift by. Charles glanced over occasionally, not to check if you were okay, but because looking at him never got bored. One hand rested on your thigh absently, a grounding touch. Once they arrive, Charles steps inside, kicking the door shut behind them with his foot. The moment your fingers traced his collar, warm and teasing, his breath hitched.
“Do you want to share the hot tub?”
A hot tub on a windy night? Yes. Absolutely. We would like a gun to his forehead if he ever says no to that, to you offering.
Without breaking eye contact, Charles caught your wandering hand and pressed a kiss to your palm before murmuring:
“Hell yes”
He shrugged off his jacket first, then started unbuttoning the top of his polo shirt slowly, the kind of deliberate undressing that said This is going to be good. He watches you move around the bathroom with quiet admiration, the way you fill the tub, steam already rising, then leave to pour yourself a glass of merlot. The soft clink of glass on the countertop blends with running water when you return.
A kiss, slow and wine lingered as he took the glass from your hand to set it aside safely on the edge of the tub before deepening the kiss, tasting the aftertaste of merlot on your tongue. Charles pulls back, savoring the rich flavor as steam curls around them. The bathroom was filled with warmth, the kind that made muscles relax and tension disappear. He turned off the faucet once the tub was just more than full. Nudity between you two has never been awkward, it is just like breathing. Then Charles stepped into the hot water first, groaning softly at how good it felt on tired limbs after training and drinks earlier. He scooted over to make room for you.
Charles exhaled contentedly as you settled against his chest, the weight of him familiar and comforting. The hot water lapped gently around you two, steam drifting upward like lazy, soft clouds. He rested his chin lightly on top of your head, lips occasionally brushing your damp hair in soft kisses. One arm curled around your shoulders while the other rested on your abs, thumb drawing lazy circles.
The wind outside rattled the windows slightly, but in here? Peaceful. Intimate. Just two people melting into each other in quiet warmth.
The Long Way Back: Chapter 2 - Unreachable. Untraceable.
A/n: Second part of an OC-ish story! Jacaerys Velaryon and you were best friends, thick as thieves. But when you presented as an omega and he as an alpha, things changed. Especially when you realized you loved him, much more and deeper than a best friend ever should, or would. As you tried to close the gap, bridge the distance, he pulled away harder, faster. ~15.2k words
Warnings: angst, slow burn, comfort (at some point), best friends to enemies/strangers, enemies/strangers to lovers, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Jacaerys Velaryon is an alpha), male reader is a singer, Jacaerys Velaryon is football star, mentions of death and suicidal ideation, internalized homophobia, homophobic people, violence, non-graphic sexual intimacy (MDNI, while it’s not explicit in detail, it’s still a bit heavy handed and physical), I do not know jack shit about American football and did minimal, and I mean like the most I did was probably google a few NFL terms, research. Kinda self indulgent and gratuitous.
Find Chapter One: No Signal here.
Had you blocked him? Why couldn’t he find you? You had sent him something a while ago, hadn’t you? How long had it sat in his DMs without response? How long did he look at it from his Notification Center laughing at your desperate attempt to reconnect with him? He bitterly laughed, the sound hollow, dark, and pained. He put his phone away, going through the rest of his day on autopilot. The moment he got home, he threw his backpack to the wayside before he walked over to his mom. “Hey Jacaerys how was school?” Rhaenyra asked, not looking up from what she was doing. His lack of response eventually registered, and she looked up at him. He was forlorn, a mess, he looked like he’d been on the verge of crying the whole day. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” She asked concerned approaching him. She cradled his head looking him over. “Did (Y/n) read my letter?” Jacaerys asked gulping for air. He watched Rhaenyra’s face contort, she looked like she was torn between two decisions. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, before she opened them slowly.
“No Jacaerys, he didn’t.” Rhaenyra said sadly. “I-“ she paused, like she was taking a moment to think of what she was about to do, and if it was worth it. “His dad has it though. In case (Y/n) changes his mind.” She added. Jacaerys’ face broke, his top lip quivered, his mind raced. All his efforts had been for nothing. They hadn’t. He realized there was never a chance he would make amends. There had to be. “Then it was all for nothing.” He said his voice trembling, barely above a whisper. The little progress he made, all for you, was meaningless. He gave up his friends for nothing. It was your fault, it always was, it had to be, if you weren’t so sensitive, so yourself, he wouldn’t be in this situation. You made him doubt the image of what his life should be, an ideal, a way of life he clung to for so long. And now you weren’t even going to take responsibility for it. “I changed for him. I tried for him. And it’s all worthless.” He shoved off his mom’s hands, backing up out of the kitchen as though the world was closing in on him. “I should’ve doubled down.” He said his eyes bugging out as he stared at the floor. “I shouldn’t have deleted the video.” He said coldly. “I bet he’s laughing at me right now.” His voice carried all the rage, longing, and regret he held within.
“I bet he’s so fucking smug right now. Thinking he’s gotten the best of me.” Jacaerys began to spiral. “Sweetie no, you can’t think that.” Rhaenyra tried to ease him off the ledge. “And you helped him.” He mumbled, his eyes red and glossy. “You and dad ruined my life.” He shuddered as his back hit the wall. “Jacaerys no, you know that’s not true.” She tried again. Jacaerys’ lips quivered, he bit them to keep from sobbing out. Rhaenyra reached out, her hand trying to cup his face. The moment her finger tips touched his cheeks he jolted away from her. “It is true!” He shouted in her face. His face reflected his own shock at his outburst. Rhaenyra stared at him her eyes widening as she quirked her head at him, as though asking ‘are you serious?’. “Just leave me alone!” Jacaerys shouted again, before running up to his room, slamming the door and locking it. He paced around his room breathing heavily, not knowing what to do with these heavy emotions. He growled as he grabbed his sheets and ripped them off of his bed, throwing everything to the ground.
He looked to his desk, another sheet lying on top of everything else. He stomped over, looking at what he’d written so far.
(Y/n),
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I did. I don’t know why I did, but I think I can figure it out by your side. If you’ll forgive me, if you still even want me by your side. Please respond. Or shoot me a text, just something to let me know you’re alive, and safe.
I don’t know what the future holds for us but
Jacaerys’ eyebrows knitted together as he read his scribbles. He had stopped earlier in the week, because the things he wrote down, and the things he wanted to write overwhelmed him. Drops fell onto the sheet, smudging the ink and wetting the paper. He roared as he tore it in half, before shredding the rest of it with his hands. He threw it into the air as mock confetti. His shoulders heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes darted around the room trying to find something to ground himself. When they landed on the mirror he was disgusted. The way his hair was unkempt, the way his eyes seemed wild, the tears that wet his face. It sickened him to think you, could do this to him, of all people. In another fit of anger he stormed over to it and threw a punch as hard as could in the middle of it. The cracks in the glass spiderwebbed out, until it encompassed the whole of it. He watched as the shards fell to the ground with another crack. The ache in his hand was enough to still his rage for a moment. It was red and bloody, some pieces of glass still stuck in his knuckles. He left his room kicking the door wide open, not caring about the damage it’ll do. He shot Lucerys a death glare when his brother opened his door to see what the commotion was about. Jacaerys went into the bathroom, cleaning and bandaging the wound before he returned to his room, and collapsed onto his bed. His pillow caught his tears, muffling his cries, until he finally fell asleep. His dreams twisting into amalgamations of everything he lost, the things did to lose them, all things he couldn’t let go of.
Jacaerys eyes fluttered open, his heart still pained, his hand still aching. He hoped everything that happened was a dream. He prayed he hadn’t acted like that. He got up in bed, wincing as he looked around. The broken glass, the bits of loose leaf on the ground, his bedding. It all taunted him, he’d lost control again. Because of you no less. He groaned burying his face in his hands again. He wanted to shrivel up, he wanted to go back to sleep, pretend like nothing happened, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to apologize to his mom. He forced himself out of bed, stepping around the glass shards, and down the stairs. The smell of his favorite dish hit his nose first as he entered the kitchen. That wasn’t what his mom was making when he got home from school. “Jacaerys why don’t you take a seat.” Laenor’s voice broke through his train of thought. He looked over to his mom and dad, sitting side by side. Jacaerys felt like he interrupted something important. Jacaerys nodded, he wordlessly sat down in front of them, eyes trained on the dining table.
“Before we start is there anything you’d like to say Jacaerys?” Laenor prompted him, he recognized the tone. His omega father only used it when he was at his wits end. It was calm, but final. A last chance. “I’m sorry mom.” He whispered, eyes still down to the table. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” He continued. Rhaenyra gave a small smile, she reached out placing her hand on his. “I forgive you Jacaerys. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.” She sighed, before steeling her gaze. She needed to be loving but tough. “That being said…this isn’t sustainable.” She added. “We think its best if we put you in therapy.” Laenor said softly but firm. Jacaerys blinked, stunned. He already felt broken, he thought he did a good job of hiding it. How did they know? When did they notice? “We think it’ll help.” Rhaenyra admitted. “I’m not crazy.” Jacaerys blurted defensively. “We don’t think you’re crazy.” Laenor said understandingly. “We think you’re just a teenager, dealing with alpha hormones, and feelings you can’t quite understand.” Laenor spoke gingerly, draping his hand onto Jacaerys’ other hand.
Jacaerys eyes widened. “Feelings I can’t understand?” He thought to himself, he reached the only conclusion he could think of. They found out- no they thought- wrongly thought he had a crush on you. “I’m not a faggot.” He said angrily. “I don’t like or even care for (Y/n). Not anymore. He made our friendship weird. Not me.” Jacaerys disputed heatedly. “Jacaerys there’s nothing wrong with being gay, or anything like that, and we won’t let you continue on like this.” Rhaenyra said passionately, she was hurting for him. She felt like she and Laenor failed him. What kind of environment had she made for her kids that Jacaerys turned out like this? “Jacaerys, my alpha before I met your mom was a man.” Laenor spoke up. “Does that make me a faggot?” He asked. “Does that make you hate me for who I am? For who I could love?” He probed again. Jacaerys felt his face heat up. Obviously he didn’t think that about his father. “No.” He whispered. “I didn’t mean it like that-“”So what did you mean? It’s fine if it’s not you? It’s fine if it’s not (Y/n)?” Laenor asked again, a little incensed.
“It’s fine if it’s not me. It’s fine if it doesn’t involve me.” Jacaerys clarified, cringing at the words sounded. He knew it was a piss poor defense. “He’s your father, he literally pushed you out of his body. How does it not involve you?” Rhaenyra asked, finally speaking up. “Because he’s with you now.” Jacaerys shot out. Laenor gave a breathy laugh it was laced with disappointment. “We’re putting you in therapy’s and that’s that.” Rhaenyra said strongly. “I don’t need it! There’s nothing wrong with me!” Jacaerys argued raising his voice. “I’m a quintessential alpha! I’m the quarterback. I’m the man omega women and women would be lucky to bring home to their parents!” He ranted. “If I take another man—omega or not—as my mate it all falls apart. I need to do this for my future. For the life I want!” He defended. Rhaenyra and Laenor exchanged disapproving glances, both of their scents laden with disappointment and despair. “Regardless, your first therapy session is tomorrow at 5pm.” Rhaenyra said with finality. “And I will be picking you up from school. Don’t think you’ll be able to get out of this.” She warned as she and Laenor stood from the table. “I expect you to apologize to your father for the hurtful things you’ve said here.” She added as she went into the kitchen. Jacaerys looked to his dad, he stumbled when he saw the pained expression on his face.
Laenor left without a word, heading up to his and Rhaenyra’s room. Jacaerys bit his lip, his head hung as he looked at the table, shame bubbling in his chest. He watched as a plate of his favorite food was placed in front of him. She handed him a fork before sitting down again. “Jacaerys, Laenor and I love you, so very much.” She said, her voice cracking. “We feel like we missed the mark somewhere. You weren’t like this before.” She said sadly. A memory trickled in, one she could remember so vividly, but seemed forgotten by her son. Or more likely buried. Under the weight of his own expectations, crushed under everything that had told him he couldn’t be who he was.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Jacaerys excitedly called, rushing over to her and pulling on her dress. “Yeah, Jace?” She responded, drying her hands and picking him up. “When I’m older can I marry (Y/n)?” Jacaerys asked, eyes shinning. Her eyes widened, she knew she heard him correctly. He was only five, but seemed so sure of himself. So sure it was like he had already asked, and you had said yes. “If he wants to marry you too, of course you can sweetie.” She said cheerfully, making sure to be as excited about it as possible so he’d know even at a young age, she’d never stand in his way of happiness.
“We want to help you, but you have to want it.” She spoke, her eyes glossy. “If we got it wrong and you don’t have feelings for (Y/n). Your attitude still needs to change.” She pleaded. “You’re so worried about your future, but what will the public say when you get on a major team, and it comes out that you’re a bigot? What will your teammates think if they find out you hate them for who you’ve taken as a mate?” She asked, nearly begging him to consider another point of view. “That’s not the reality in football, or the NFL. They’ll side with me over this.” Jacaerys argued. Rhaenyra leaned back, a defeated look on her face. She stood from the table, and approached him. She leaned down placing a kiss to his temple. “Jacaerys I love you, but you’re wrong. I don’t recognize you anymore.” She pulled back her eyes watery as tears streamed down her face. “I hope you really try in therapy because I don’t know what we’ll do after if you don’t.” She whispered as she left him to eat alone. Jacaerys heard each of her step up the stairs as if it was happening right next to him. He waved off her concerns, he was sure she’d realize later that he was right. As he put the first forkful in his mouth, the tastes and flavors he expected to bloom across his tongue didn’t. It felt ashy and acidic. Even swallowing it took great effort. He sat alone in the suffocating room, until he had had enough. He stood up, scraping the rest of his meal in to the trash before heading upstairs.
The rest of the year continued as if nothing had happened. Jacaerys made up with his football friends. Making up some excuse about how he didn’t want to do what you and your father had laid out, how his parents forced him into it, how he couldn’t do jail time. He was elated they bought it, and brought him back into the fold. He spent as much as time as he could with Robb’s dad, talking about U of A and what he should expect, listening with greater fervor, hanging on every disparaging word Robb’s father said about you, and omegas in general. He even said he was proud of Jacaerys for what he had done, and if he was his son he wouldn’t have bent over for anyone. Jacaerys had merely expressed his opinion, its freedom of speech, he would argue. He fell deeper and deeper into that pit. He was soaking up the validation Robb’s dad offered. He started to download the same podcasts, actively waiting for new episodes. He memorized the things they’d say, their justifications, and parroted them back when confronted. Therapy went just as well, sometimes he’d get into one sided shouting matches with his therapist.
Whenever he’d point out the contradiction in Jacaerys’ logic, the double standards between himself and the alphas around him, especially when your name came up, Jacaerys would explode. He wouldn’t listen to reason, falling deeper into himself, telling himself he shouldn’t be putting up with this. He was an alpha, he should be questioning others about their actions, not the other way around. When he wasn’t shouting at his therapist, he was siting with his headphones in, refusing to engage. None of it made his parents give up though. When his therapist inform them of his behavior, Jacaerys couldn’t have his phone during session, but he wasn’t deterred. He brought a book the next session, when that was taken, he changed to a crossword puzzle he folded up into his pockets. Rhaenyra and Laenor kept up with his antics though. They started checking his pockets before he entered, making sure he wasn’t taking anything with him. Jacaerys wasn’t giving up either, when he realized he couldn’t take anything with him he started taking naps during his sessions.
Rhaenyra and Laenor hoped he would make progress before his 18th birthday but no such luck. The minute Jacaerys became adult age he quit. His therapist couldn’t force him to attend session, and neither could Rhaenyra and Laenor. They were at their wits ends, but they knew their son. Before the hate, before the rage, before the insecurities, before those alphas sunk their hooks into him. They prayed he’d find his way again and refused to cut him off or continue to punish him or expect regret for his actions. They reacted a tentative peace at home. Jacaerys would keep his opinions to himself, and everyone else wouldn’t bring up the situation or you. The days blurred together until suddenly he woke up on graduation day. He got himself ready, putting on his best clothes, spraying his nicest cologne, it mixed wonderfully with his own scent. As he stared into the new mirror, he swore he’d seen your face behind him. “I wonder if he’ll be at graduation…” Jacaerys thought to himself. “For his sake he should skip it. He’s been away with his tail tucked between his legs for too long to just come back now.” Jacaerys angrily said to himself. He tied his tie, before putting on his graduation gown.
The drive to the school was quick. He made his way to his assigned seat, while his parents sat in the auditorium. He watched and waited as each name was called. He caught himself looking around, like he was trying to spot someone. He scowled when he realized what he was doing, be turned back and waited for his name to be called. When it was, he walked across the stage smugly, almost too proud of himself. It was as if he was sending a message. I won. I’m still here. I didn’t fold under pressure. He grabbed his diploma, shaking hands with his principal before siting back down. The rest of the ceremony was a blur, he checked out once his name was called. He clapped and cheered on cue with everyone else, but he was a thousand miles away. His recruiter waited outside for him, to congratulate them, and inform him of his move in date. They had reached a better deal, and Jacaerys was fully taken care of. He went to a few graduation parties, chugging beers, knocking back shots, smoking here and there. He had no luck with omega women he talked to though, only a few still liked him after what he did to you made rounds in the school. They were omegas who agreed with everything he thought about alphas. Jacaerys didn’t want them, he wasn’t attracted to any of them. He’d never consciously say it, always finding fault in their scent being too floral, too sweet, their hands too soft, nails too sharp. He had been measuring them up to you, without even knowing it.
The rest of the summer was a blur of even more parties and hangouts. He was more drunk than sober for a majority of it. Before he knew it he was saying bye to Lucerys, Joffrey, and his father Laenor. The ride to his college was quiet, eerily, Jacaerys felt like he was suffocating. He didn’t know how to ease the tension. He was blaming himself for being a weaker alpha, cowering in the presence of another alpha. He shoved the feeling down deeply, trying to ignore it. If she didn’t want to talk to him, he wouldn’t do anything to change it. Without a single word being spoke between the two, Rhaenyra helped Jacaerys settle in to his new lodgings. He was set in the nicest dormitory, in a single suite that was the size of a double. “This is how they should treat alphas. U of A knows what they’re doing.” He smugly thought. As the day came to a close and Rhaenyra was leaving she lingered by his door. “Jacaerys,” she called out to him. Jacaerys perked up hearing her voice. “Yeah mom?” He asked. “I hope you behave yourself, and never forget you have a home you can come back to.” She was concerned for him. “Thanks mom.” Jacaerys responded, it was small but it was enough. He knew she still loved him and cared for him, even if their relationship was strained.
After she left Jacaerys carried on, going to his classes, keeping his GPA up so his scholarships wouldn’t be rescinded and the football coach wouldn’t bench him. He participated in a few extracurriculars to keep his resume diverse. He thought he was finally somewhere he could be himself. He thought he was finally valued as an alpha. It reached a head and came crashing down when he wanted to rush for a fraternity. He caught sight of one of his teammates, another alpha named Jacob, flirting with another man, an omega. Jacaerys could smell the pheromones from where he stood. A sickening smirk stretched across his face, he had caught the current quarterback doing something shameful. He snapped a photo with his phone, saving it for later. He finally managed to corner Jacob later when he was alone. “You’re going to graduate soon. So when the time comes, you’re going to recommend me for quarterback.” Jacaerys said smugly, holding his phone with the photo he snapped on display. He was confident, but wavered when Jacob laughed in his face. “Oh you’re so done for.” Jacob laughed in his face. “Just wait until Coach Wylde hears about this.” Jacob warned, shoulder checking Jacaerys as he left. Jacaerys scrunched his face up, that wasn’t the reaction he expected.
He expected Jacob to drop to his knees begging for Jacaerys to delete the photo. He thought he’d be able to say jump and Jacob would do so without question if it meant that photo would never see the light of day again. Jacaerys turned to Jacob as the alpha left, glaring with a scowl as the current Crimson Tide quarterback walked away without a care in the world. As if Jacaerys didn’t hold an atomic bomb ready to implode his life. He stormed off, ready to do whatever it took to fuck Jacob over. Jacaerys didn’t have to wait too long to try and ruin Jacob’s reputation. He found himself being called in to the coach’s office the very next day. “You wanted to see me Coach Wylde?” Jacaerys asked as he cracked the door to enter. “Yeah come on in and have a seat.” He responded neutrally, the paternal warmth he usually radiates missing. The moment he fully opened the door, he saw Jacob sitting in the other seat. One leg folded over the other, his arms crossed and held to his chest. Jacaerys suppressed his instinct to snarl at him when he saw the same smug smile on his face, same on as yesterday.
“Coach Wylde he has something to tell and show you about me.” Jacob immediately announced. Jacaerys’ mouth dropped open, he couldn’t believe what Jacob was doing. Coach Wylde looked between the two alpha students, a confused expression on his face. “Allllllright? Jacaerys what did you bring for show and tell?” He said sarcastically. Jacaerys sputtered trying to string together something that could deflect from this. “Go on Jacaerys show him.” Jacob goaded him. “Jacob I don’t have to do this.“ Jacaerys said with a guilty chuckle, he leaned in close, trying to make sure only Jacob could hear him. “It’ll ruin your life. You’ll never get on an NFL team.” Jacaerys hurriedly whispered. “I think I’ll be fine Jacaerys.” Jacob laughed. “Put your money where your mouth is. Prove you got the balls to follow through on your threat.” Jacob seethed, his calm demeanor finally cracking. Jacaerys leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe Jacob was throwing his life away for some random guy. “You made me do this. I didn’t even ask for much.” Jacaerys spat.
He pulled his phone out and immediately went to the photo he took. “Look coach.” Jacaerys said with disgust, as he flipped his phone to show Coach Wylde. Jacaerys watched as the man blinked slowly, before shifting his gaze to Jacaerys face then back to the photo. “Was Jacob harassing the other guy in this photo?” Coach Wylde asked, exhaustion seeping into his voice. “No it was consensual.” Jacaerys sneered. “Sooo…you’re stalking your teammates?” Coach Wylde asked, his patience wearing thin. “What? No!” Jacaerys rebuffed immediately. “Coach do you need your glasses?” Jacaerys zoomed in on the photo, before flipping the phone back. “Look! He’s flirting with a man!” Jacaerys stressed. He felt him shrink at the way his coach looked at him. He could feel his gaze pierce through his body, laced with heavy disappointment. Coach Wylde sighed deeply, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, before his fingers started to rubbed his temples. Jacob chortled, his hand shooting to his mouth to try and keep it together.
“You don’t know how to take a hint or quit when you’re ahead…” Coach Wylde groaned. He clenched his fists, before resting his hands on his desk. “Jacaerys since I have to spell it out for you, I. Do. Not. Give. A. Shiiiit.” Coach Wylde drawled out the last word, hoping it’d finally sink in. “No one at this school cares, or keeps track of, who students court and/or date.” He said exasperated. “But since you seem to care so much, maybe we should consider if keeping you here would be in the best interest of our students…” Coach Wylde shook his head. “No, no, no, what are you saying?” Jacaerys panicked, what was his coach saying? Was he going to kick him off the team? That would revoke his scholarship, he’d have to go home a failure. “I have to talk to the dean about this. We can’t have someone as hateful as you making the other students feel targeted.” Coach Wylde said huffing. “No! No, come’on coach!” Jacaerys was frantic. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again I swear!” Jacaerys pleaded wide eyed. “Jacob, buddy, listen I’m so sorry. It was just a prank, I didn’t mean it…” Jacaerys begged, meeting Jacob’s impassive eyes. “Ya’know, call me crazy, but I don’t believe you’re sorry.” Jacob laughed coldly.
“I have to agree with Jacob, Jacaerys. I think you realize how deep the shit you’re in is, and now you’re trying to keep your head above water.” Coach Wylde shook his head disapprovingly. “No! No, I mean it! I’ll do anything! I can’t lose my scholarship, I can’t be cut from the team! Coach please!” Jacaerys dropped to his knees pleading his case. “Anything?” Coach Wylde said unconvinced. “Anything! I swear!” Jacaerys nodded aggressively. “Jacob do you still have her number?” Coach Wylde probed. “In fact I do.” He smirked. “Great. Tell ya’what Jacaerys…I want you to see the football team’s go-to therapist.” Coach Wylde paused seeing if Jacaerys was receptive. When he saw Jacaerys nod, he pressed forward. “She has an…unorthodox therapy modality.” Coach Wylde said vaguely. “I’ll see to it that your old therapist sends her your file. You’re to stick with it until you’ve changed, until then you’re benched. Keep showing up for training, keep putting your best foot forward, but until further notice, your cleats won’t be touching the field.” Coach Wylde stated. Jacaerys wanted to argue but he knew he had to bide his time. He was able to get out therapy before, should be even easier this time.
Jacaerys left the office like a dog, tail tucked between his legs. He wanted to return to his room, lick his wounds but his phone buzzed. He got a text, but it wasn’t a number he recognized. He opened it up, groaning as he read it.
xxx-xxx-xxxx: Hey Jacaerys this is Jacqueline. Your coach Adam Wylde scheduled you with me today. I’m on campus so meet me in the gym wrestling room in an hour. I’ve already booked it. Wear something comfortable. 1:22pm
He rolled his eyes. He’d just respond agreeing and then not show up. But before he could type out a response his phone buzzed again.
xxx-xxx-xxxx: And don’t think about skipping out on me. I’m reporting everything back to your coach. If you don’t show up, you’re off the team. 1:23pm
He sucked his teeth, shoving his phone into his pocket. There goes his afternoon plans. He walked over to the gym, waiting exactly where she told him to. He kept looking at the clock, counting down the seconds. “Hey you’re Jacaerys?” A woman’s voice cut through his focus. Sharp, confident, she sounded bored, like spending an afternoon with him was beneath her. “Yes, you are?” Jacaerys responded his voice dropping an octave. He looked her up and down. She was physically built, she had to be an alpha, a short one. “Yeah you look like a toxic alpha.” She muttered, looking him up and down like she was appraising a wild animal. “Alright, let’s head in.” She said, shoving past him and opening the door. The wrestling room had a padded floor, with circles painted onto the ground. She stands on the other side dropping her things on the ground. Jacaerys copies her waiting in front of her. He watches as she stretches her arms and legs, she rolls her neck, groaning as her bones pop. “Are you ready?” She asks, eye brow raised, looking over to him just standing there. “Ready…for what?” Jacaerys asked. “For an alpha you sure aren’t smart huh?” She jabbed. “We’re gonna wrestle.” She said as if he should’ve already known. Jacaerys scoffed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jacquelin snorted, the sound dismissive. “Oh trust me you won’t.” She responded simmering. “Alright.” Jacaerys laughed, putting his hands on his hips as he approached the middle of the ring. Jacquelin drew closer too, her head tilted upwards to make eye contact. Jacaerys stared her down, his head tilted downward to hold her gaze. “Are you ready?” She asked again seriously. “Of course I am. You’re not gonna be able to do-“ Jacaerys yelped as she sweeped his legs out from under him. A resounding thud echoed in the room, his breath knocked out of him. He didn’t get a chance to recover, she was on him immediately. The moment he hit the ground, she put him in a head lock. “What happened to all that shit you were talking? I thought you said I wasn’t gonna be able to do anything to you?” She laughed mockingly. The sound burned itself into his mind. “What kind of therapist are you?” Jacaerys struggled, growling and snarling as he tried to free himself. “The kind that turns alphas like you, into my bitch.” She mocked him mercilessly. She tightened her grip holding him as his fight got weaker and weaker, until Jacaerys’ instincts made him go lax in her hold. He lost a battle against an alpha. She was stronger, she had beaten him into submission. She leaned down rubbing her scent all over him. His eyes widened when her scent hit him. It wasn’t the spicy musky smell of an alpha. It was sweet. It teetered on the edge of cake and candy. An omega had taken him down. An omega had beaten him.
She lets go of him, standing on her feet, as Jacaerys sits up resting his arms on his knees. “Give me your class schedule. I’m gonna be sticking by you like fucking glue.” She giggled. “Every time you say something problematic, offensive, I’m going to make you submit. Anytime, any place. In class, at practice, at any fucking party you get invited to.” She added with glee. “Clean yourself up, I’ll wait for you outside.” She sighed stretching again, before grabbing her things and leaving Jacaerys alone to stew in his thoughts. “An omega? An omega made me submit?” His hands threaded into his hair as it settled in. In a single meeting she had challenged him, challenged all that he knew, and came out on top. “No. She just caught me off guard. I’ll win next time.” Jacaerys assured, his pride weakened but not broken. He stood up grabbing his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder as he exited. Jacquelin was leaning against the door, she had barely broken a sweat. Jacaerys gritted his teeth as he sent her his schedule. “I just airdropped you my schedule.” He said trying to play nice. “Great. Your old therapist just sent me his notes on you. I’m gonna skim them tonight.” She said neutrally, her chest puffing out. Jacaerys felt his posture dip, before he forced himself to straighten out.
As sure as the sun would rise and set, Jacqueline made good on her promise. Jacaerys couldn’t help himself, the minute he saw Jacob and the same omega he snapped a photo of, hanging out in the cafeteria. Absolutely unbothered by his presence, they hadn’t even noticed he came in. “Faggot.” He muttered as he eyed them angrily. This was his fault, and he’d make him pay as soon as he was cleared. “What was that?” Jacquelin asked pointedly. Jacaerys’ eyes bulged out of his head, he forgot she was by him. “Get up.” She demanded, her bag sliding off of her shoulders. “Jacquelin, we’re in the cafeteria.” Jacaerys snapped, it almost sounded like pleading. “Stop being a pussy. Get up.” She said louder, drawing attention from the students around them. Jacaerys looked around nervously, his eyes drifted to Jacob and his omega. He felt the burn of shame and anger as he saw them looking at him before laughing. Jacaerys got up, slamming his hands on the table. He drops his backpack, before moving to stand in front of this uppity omega. “Are you ready?” Jacaerys asked smugly, beating her to the punch. She laughed at him. “Your ego’s that bruised?” She jeered, before getting into position. “Of course I am.” She declared.
Jacaerys and Jacquelin both locked onto each other. His hands shoving and pushing against her shoulders. Her hands did the same against his elbows. “I’m an alpha…this shouldn’t be this hard…” He seethed internally. He couldn’t find an opening in her stance. He tried to sweep her legs but they didn’t move. She huffed before she grappled herself around his body. She kicked him in the back of his knees, forcing him down. She locked her arms around his arm and head, using her legs to force his body apart. He groaned and barked, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he fought uselessly against her. He tried to stave off his instincts, his alpha was screaming to submit to the dominating force. He tried to fight harder and harder against his biology, but his last stand ended in a tearful whine that echoed in the cafeteria. He again went lax in her hold, watching with glossy eyes as she scented him. She let him go and stood up, taking her seat. Jacaerys wanted to get up, but his body wasn’t moving. He tried to look at her but his eyes wouldn’t move to meet hers. “Seems like you’re starting to get it. I’m in charge.” She growled. His shoulder slumped even as he tried to reassert his dominance, but he just couldn’t.
“Stop resisting. You’ve been beaten. Just accept it.” She demanded his obedience, but he still had fight in him. Slowly but surely his shoulder straightened out, and his eyes met hers even as he shook. She sighed and shook her head. “Get up and finish your meal. We’re gonna be late.” She ordered. Jacaerys wanted to stay on the ground longer, he wanted to defy her but his body responded. His jaw tightened, she could hear his teeth grinding against each other as he stood. He sat back down in front of her quietly, as he picked up his fork and ate. He was bright red, feeling the shame tenfold now that she dominated him not only in front god knows how many people, but in front of Jacob and his omega. Jacaerys sat quietly, not trusting his own mouth to not get him thrown down again. He was starting to get it even if he didn’t realize it yet. He wasn’t the first alpha with this mindset, nor would he be the last. Jacquelin had been doing this since she was a freshman at this very school, everyone knew how effective her brand of attitude adjusting was. They walked quietly to Jacaerys’ next class. This time she didn’t enter with him. “I’m gonna send you an address, get there by 5pm.” She demanded. She left before Jacaerys could question it or complain. He sat through his class and the moment it ended, he went to the address.
He was in front of a building near campus. He walked to the room number Jacquelin sent him. ‘Dr. Jacquelin Barrows.’ The signage read. He pushed the door open to find her sitting in a chair. She had done a complete 180°. She was in a suit, her hair in a bun, pen and clipboard in hand. “Good evening Mr. Velaryon. Have a seat.” She said neutrally. He giggled breathlessly, as he took his seat. “Why the change of pace?” He asked, unable to meet her stare. His eyes kept wandering around the office, taking in all the certifications and degrees she had. “You’re starting to get it.” She said warmly. “Even if you’re not ready to admit it, or if you don’t realize it yourself.” She said with a small smile. “This by no means, means that you’re finished with therapy, or that you’re ‘good to go’, but it’s a start.” She added. Jacaerys gave her a weird look, he didn’t want to believe her, he didn’t want to trust her words, but deep inside he agreed. “So what am I here for?” He asked, his throat bobbing. “I’ve looked over your old therapists notes. There’s a lot of things you need to address and process, and I’m going to try to make it as easy as I can for you.” She spoke professionally.
Jacaerys nodded, his hands clasping together as he looked to the ground. “What do you want to address first?” She asked. “I can pick something, but it might be more beneficial for you to do it.” She posited. Jacaerys’ eyebrows knitted together, he couldn’t think of anything. “Can you pick for today?” He asked softly. “Sure. Why don’t we talk about your desire to be the ‘perfect alpha.’?” She probed. Jacaerys nodded, his hands clasping tighter. “What is a ‘perfect alpha’ to you?” She inquired. “Everything I am- or was.” He whispered. “And what are or were you?” She petitioned, helping him through his thoughts. “I was the quarterback, I’m tall, I’m strong. The perfect alpha would join the NFL, find a nice woman, or omega woman to settle down with. The white picket fence, the two and half kids.” He answered. Her pen glided across the paper. “When did you first notice that desire?” She prompted him. Jacaerys swallowed harshly, he wasn’t use to this feeling, he hadn’t been use to it since he stopped being friends with you. “When I started hanging out with Robb Cassoway. We were on the same football team throughout our childhood.” Jacaerys answered, half willing, half against it.
His alpha would give deference to the person before him. He could fight it and fail, or be honest and keep some control. Jacquelin nodded, scribbling something down. “Why?” She asked. “I think, I guess, I first felt that after a sleepover I had with him and his other friends.” He said stiffly. “What happened? What do you think triggered it?” She pressed gently, but firm.
“So Robb who do you like?” Gabe asked. “Marnie. She’s really pretty.” He answered. “What about you Gabe?” He flipped the question. “Leslie. I like how soft her hair is.” He said matter of factly. “What about you Jacaerys?” Gabe probed. “Me?” Jacaerys asked, hand on his chin as he pondered it. “I never really thought about that.” He admitted with a small giggle. “Okay well who do you want to do homework with?” Gabe inquired. “Who do you want to walk home with?” Robb petitioned. “Who do you want to hold hands with?” Elijah piped up. Jacaerys thought about it, his brain kept showing him an image of you. The blush on his face was growing as he thought about walking home as he held your hand. “You thought of someone!” Gabe singsonged. “Who is it?” Robb urged. “I think my best friend.” He whispered. “What’s her name?” Elijah asked. “Do we know her?” Robb implored. “His name is (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).” He said with a small smile. They stopped talking, they just stared like they were grossed out. “A guy?” Gabe uttered. “That’s disgusting.” Elijah exclaimed.
“I’m gonna be sick.” Robb mimicked like he was going to hurl. Jacaerys felt the butterflies turn to bile, the blush on his face growing brighter, feeling sharper. “I don’t think we can hang out with him after this.” Elijah leaned over to whisper to the other guys. Jacaerys still heard him, he panicked. He didn’t want to swap teams, he didn’t want to be on the outside. “Haha! I gotchu guys.” He laughed, he tried his hardest to make it believable but it sounded hollow and felt even worse. “Eugh I can’t believe you guys thought I was telling the truth.” Jacaerys felt terrible, like what he felt was wrong, he didn’t know where these feelings came from. But he associated them with you, and from that bloomed the resentment he feels to this day. “I could never like a boy, omega or not.” Jacaerys crossed his arms. “Oh haha! He was just joking.” The three laughed, and Jacaerys joined them. “So who do you like?” Robb asked refocused on the original question. “Why do you like Marnie Robb?” Jacaerys flipped the interrogation back on him. “She seems like the kinda girl I can marry. Do the whole house thing. Wife and a white something fence. It’s the perfect alpha lifestyle. I don’t get it, but that’s what my dad talks about.” Robb said with a shrug.
“So stop stalling who do you like?” Gabe probed deeper. Jacaerys mind raced, those reasons didn’t help him. Even as Robb listed his reasons, he kept seeing flashes of your face. “Uhh I like…Alison. She seems like a girl I could do all that with.” Jacaerys said with a small nervous laugh. “Oooo she’s pretty too.” Gabe added. Jacaerys felt his breathing start to even out, he’d survived their questioning. At the same time, he was told what he felt for you was wrong. He was told he couldn’t be a perfect alpha, and have all that if he didn’t feel that way for a girl. He internalized everything they had said. He put the blame squarely at your feet. You had done something to him. Even if he couldn’t remember liking anyone before you, you had changed him, evidently for the worst.
Jacaerys had his eyes squeezed shut, he felt his face wet with his tears. “I don’t know.” He said, his hands trying to discreetly wipe his tears. “I think you do know. If you’re not ready to talk about it now, that’s fine. But you need to sit with it, and unpack it. You can do it yourself, or you can do it with me here.” She said softly, as she handed him a few tissues. Jacaerys looked over, his vision glossy. He took the tissues wiping away his shame. “Don’t you think I’m a failure for this?” He asked, voice cracking. “For what?” She responded. “For crying. For letting my emotions get the best of me. Don’t I repulse you?” His voice got louder the more desperate he became. “No, I don’t think you’re a failure, you don’t repulse me. You’re human, before anything else. ‘Emotions’, Alpha or not, are a part of our experience. Are the people who made you feel like that still in your life today?” She probed concerned. “No I think I’m the only one that got out of that town.” He said with a small sniffle and giggle. “Then the only one who can make you feel like a failure is you. The validation you want, that clarity and sense of self, can only come from inside you.” She said gingerly.
Jacaerys felt lighter hearing what she was saying. He actually took her words to heart, she had managed to get through to him. He nodded, still not fully convinced but receiving what she had said. “I think that’s all the time we have today. I’ll be on your ass again tomorrow morning.” She said with a smile. “I look forward to it.” Jacaerys said getting up, he headed to door, his hand on the knob. “Can we schedule another session like this?” He whispered, unable to look back at her. He was still waiting for the shoe to drop, for her to laugh at him for his vulnerability. “Of course. Tomorrow same time?” She said happily. Jacaerys looked back to her, a smile tugging at his features and nodded. He left that day feeling a little more content with himself. The path to recovery is never an easy one, and most people think they’re not cut out for it until they actually hit their stride, and Jacaerys was no different. Over the course of his freshman year he still had the occasional outburst, but those always ended with Jacquelin scenting him in a show of dominance. After a few more sessions with her, he slowly found himself opening up, and even wanting and welcoming it.
“So Jacaerys what did you want to talk about today?” She asked, pen in hand. “Our first session you asked me what I thought triggered my obsession with being a ‘perfect alpha’.” Jacaerys reminded. “Mmhm, did you to talk about that?” She asked hopeful. Jacaerys nodded, looking to the ground, his hands laced together like it was grounding him. “Go on.” Jacquelin whispered. “They were the first football friends I had. I had known (Y/n),” Jacquelin’s ears perked up. When she read the last therapist’s notes your name came up multiple times. Jacaerys was noted as becoming combative and aggressive when you were brought up. She smiled to herself at Jacaerys’ major progress. “since we were babies, but these were the first friends who knew football, who liked it as much as I did.” He explained. “They were talking about crushes…and…I…I…”Jacaerys struggled with this admission, it would be the first time he’s ever said aloud since then. “Take your time, it’s okay to slow down.” Jacquelin spoke up. Jacaerys’ eyes finally met her. “I said his name. I told them he was my crush.” Jacaerys’ eyes were trained on her, like he expected her to revile him in the same way for liking you.
His eyes softened a bit when he couldn’t see a shred of judgment in them. “They told me I was gross, that what I felt was disgusting, and that they didn’t know if they could keep hanging out with me after that.” Jacaerys’ voice cracked reliving it. “I didn’t want to switch teams, I didn’t want to lose them as friends.” His jaw tightened. “So I told them I was joking. That I could never like another boy, omega or not. I asked Robb why he liked the girl he did, and he listed the stereotypical stuff, a wife, white picket fence yada yada.” Jacaerys said softly. “You know? I blamed him for it.” Jacaerys said with a bitter laugh. “I blamed (y/n). I convinced myself he had done something to me, to make me feel that way about him.” He murmured defeated. “When I realized he liked me I told them, and they started talking so much shit about him. And I was a such a shit friend, I went along with it. I started to hate him for feeling the same way as me. I think deep down, I felt that-“ he swallowed hard, “that at least if he didn’t like me I could move on. But because he did I was stuck. Wanting something I shouldn’t, wanting something I couldn’t have.” Jacaerys sniffled as he finally said it all out loud.
Jacqueline grabbed a few tissues, handing them off to him. Her pen scribbled her notes and observations down. “You know now that they were wrong right?” She asks softy. “Sometimes I do. Other times I can still feel their voice in my head ridiculing me.” Jacaerys admits. “That’s okay, and normal.” She assures. “I think the goal for you now would be to focus more on knowing, and understanding, how you feel isn’t wrong. You need to affirm that to yourself even on days where it’s hard, and you might not believe it. That’s okay, as long as you keep pushing forward.” She elaborated. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know.” She added with a smile. “I know.” Jacaerys said happily with a smile. “Since you’ve brought up (Y/n), may I ask,” she paused watching as Jacaerys slowly nodded, “what is the incident?” She asked curiously, without judgement. “Your old therapist mentioned it a few times in his note but he never elaborated.” She informed him. Jacaerys’ breathing hitched, his face flushed as his eyes welled with tears again. He bit back a sob as his hands desperately pressed the tissues into his eyes trying to stop the flood. “I can’t-“ he gasped, his shoulders heaving, “I can’t-“ he blubbered, “I can’t.” He sobbed pathetically. “Okay, it’s okay Jacaerys. You’re okay.” She consoled him, her pen moving furiously as she jotted his reaction.
She handed him more tissues, waiting until his breathing evened out. “So, clearly, it’s something big. Something hurtful and painful.” She stated. Jacaerys nodded. “And it involves (Y/n).” She cautiously continued. Jacaerys’ face scrunched up, tears streaming down his face again as he nodded. “Okay we don’t have to talk about this session, but it clearly still affects you. Are you able to talk about the regrets or the fallout? Or maybe what you did or tried to do after?” She lists all the avenues, letting Jacaerys pick which one he’s most comfortable with. It takes him a second but he’s able to pick. “I wrote him a letter once.” Jacaerys utters. “I don’t think he ever read it.” He says sadly. “I want to try again. I want to apologize, even if he doesn’t forgive me I want him to know.” Jacaerys reasons. “I think that’s wonderful, you know some people say the hardest thing after a mistake is the apology, but you’ve already apologized once. If you feel that it would be beneficial you should write him a letter.” She affirmed.
Jacaerys smiled, empowered by his latest session. He already drafting his second letter to you on his way back to his dorm. Jacaerys enters, slinging his bag to his bed, before grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen.
Dear (Y/n),
I know it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other or even said a word to each other. But not a day goes by for me, that I don’t think about you, and regret what I did to you.
I can’t apologize enough for what I put you through. I understand if you never forgive me, I understand if you never want to see me again.
But, and I know this is selfish, I hope you’ll meet me at least once so I can come clean about why I changed, why I started avoiding you, and just about everything. I hope you’ll read this one, I would text you, but I don’t want to just barge in and demand your attention. My number hasn’t changed, if you still have it you can call or text me so we can meet up, if you’d like.
-Jacaerys Velaryon.
Jacaerys quickly folded the letter, putting it into an envelope and writing his home address on it. He took another deep breath. He knew he left on terrible terms with his parents, he had to make amends. His hand shook as he clicked on his dad’s phone number. He knew his dad deserved the first and biggest apology. The phone rang once, twice, Jacaerys listened to the rings continue. He wouldn’t be surprised if his father didn’t want to talk to him. As Jacaerys went to hang up he froze. “Hello?” Laenor’s voice came through the speaker. He actually picked up. “Hello? Jacaerys? Are you okay?” Laenor asked panicking as Jacaerys hadn’t responded yet. “Dad…” Jacaerys said weeping. “I’m sorry.” He sobbed. “For everything. I was hurting, but that’s no excuse for the things I said and did to you and mom.” He wailed. Jacaerys waited, he was hoping the best and expecting the worst. He heard Laenor muffle a sob. “I know my sweet boy. I forgive you.” Laenor’s voice cut through the shame and regret Jacaerys felt. Laenor’s acceptance wrapped around Jacaerys in a warm loving light.
The father son duo caught up, discussing everything at length, since Jacaerys hadn’t called since Rhaenyra left him at school. “Dad is mom with you? Can you put me on speaker?” He asked. “She is. She heard everything.” Laenor said warmly. “Mom I’m sorry, you were both right.” Jacaerys sniffled. “I know Jace. You sound better, happier.” Rhaenyra said softly. “I’ve been in therapy again. It’s a lot better this time.” He laughed. “We knew you could do it.” Her voice shook. “Even when we had to be harsh and strict we never lost hope you’d find your way back.” Laenor added. “Mom I need a favor.” Jacaerys whispered. “Of course you need something.” She teased with a giggle. “What is it dear?” She probed. “I wrote (Y/n) another letter.” He revealed. “Oh..you did? That’s great.” Rhaenyra tried to temper her voice. In the heat of the moment it went unnoticed. “I’m sending it home, can you please try your best to make (Y/n) read it.” Jacaerys pleaded. “I’ll tell you what, send it and I’ll try and sit down with his dad, see if he can convince (Y/n) to read it.” She said chipper. “Thank you so much! I love you guys! You’re the best.” Jacaerys cooed. “I have to go, but I’ll see you guys for Christmas.” Jacaerys said as he hung up. “Rhaenyra you have to tell him.” Laenor pressed. “He’s just made progress Laenor. What if I tell him and it destroys him again? We just got our son back, I don’t want to lose him again.” Rhaenyra said passionately. Laenor’s brows furrowed, he gave in for the time being.
For the first time in a year he’s back in his hometown. He’s settling in for the holiday season, insisting that he tag along every time his parents go out. He hasn’t told them but he’s looking for you, convinced that you’d come home too. “Mom did (y/n) read my last letter?” He asks on the ride to the supermarket. Rhaenyra tenses, her hands grip the wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white. She relaxes before her son notices. “I spoke with his dad at length, but I couldn’t convince him.” She revealed. “Maybe I should just go to his house.” Jacaerys says down, but not defeated. “You can’t remember the police report?” She reminds. “Oh right.” Jacaerys deflates even further as he looks out the window. Rhaenyra bites her lips, as she spins a tale. “But…I spoke with the police.” She says with eagerness. “They said that the police report he filed has a statute of limitation of about five years.” She drops the nugget of knowledge in Jacaerys lap. “So if he hasn’t responded by the time you graduate you can stop by his home without worrying about any charges.” She says happily. “I guess I could do that.” He mumbles, leaning back against his seat.
The holiday season is over in a flash, and before he realizes he’s back on campus with a bag full of new clothes. “Coach Wylde, can I speak with you and Jacob?” Jacaerys sheepishly asks. “Sure son, wait in my office I’ll get him.” Adam responded warmly. Jacaerys paces back and forth in the room, heart pounding as footsteps draw near before turning a corner or going down the hallway. The door opens and both men walk in. Jacob takes a seat. Jacaerys feels dejavu as Jacob sits the exact way he did the first time he was here with him. “What did you want to talk about Jacaerys?” Adam asks, hands laced together. “I wanted to apologize.” Jacaerys takes a breath. “From the bottom of my heart I’m sorry for the fucked up shit I tried to pull. I had stuff I was avoiding, and I took them out on you and your mate. It’s no excuse for what I’ve done. I’m really sorry.” Jacaerys get out, hitting all the points he rehearsed with Jacquelin. Jacob looks him up and down, Jacaerys doesn’t move or say anything. He’s just glad he got to get this off his chest. Jacob stands, clapping a hand on Jacaerys’ back.
“You’re not so bad after all Jace.” Jacob laughs. “S’all good. No hard feelings, so why don’t we start over?” He says extending a hand. “I’d like that. Thank you Jacob.” He responds with a smile on his face. “Therapy’s been doing you well huh?” Adam laughs. “Very well.” Jacaerys responds. “You should’ve seen when Jacquelin put his ass on the ground in the cafeteria.” Jacob teases as he leaves the office. “I wish I had seen that.” He chortles. “It’s good to have you back Jacaerys.” Adam says hand outreached. “Thank you so much coach for everything.” Jacaerys softly spoke, his words filled with gratitude. “You’re gonna need to put in extra effort this training season, we’re planning on starting you off very first game of this upcoming season. Make sure you don’t fall behind.” Adam warns him in the way a father would their son. “I won’t let you down coach!” Jacaerys affirms. “You’re free to stop seeing Jacquelin if you’d like.” Adam says testing him. “I’d like to keep seeing her if possible. I know I’ve made a lot of progress, but I have more things I have to work through.” Jacaerys shyly speaks. “Good on you for taking control of your life. I hope you get what you’re working for.” He says gingerly. “Me too sir.” Jacaerys whispers as he leaves the office.
“So Jacaerys when you scheduled this session, you said you wanted to tackle the incident.” Jacquelin warns, setting the expectation for today. “I did. I want to be able to speak about it…without losing myself in my emotions.” He proclaims. “When—If I have that conversation with (Y/n) I want his focus to be on him. His hurt. I don’t want him feeling like he has to console me for hurting him.” Jacaerys clarifies. “That’s huge Jacaerys. I’m really proud of your progress.” Jacquelin smiles brightly. “So let’s get into the nitty gritty.” She says, grabbing her pen. “What is the incident?” She asks point blank. Jacaerys swallows harshly, feeing the tears build in his eyes. He takes deep breaths, holding them in before exhaling slowly, to ground himself. “It was my last game of the season. I scored the winning touchdown, I was celebrating with my team, when I noticed both (Y/n) and my then girlfriend, Alison, coming on to the field.” Jacaerys paused, taking another deep breath. “I made eye contact with (Y/n) and my body reacted, I don’t know how to explain it.” Jacaerys says frustrated.
“Take your time Jacaerys.” Jacquelin says, mimicking his breathing exercises. “When I locked eyes with (Y/n), I opened my arms. For a brief second, I wanted him to run into them.” He reveals with profound longing and regret. “Then I remembered where I was, what my lot— what I thought my lot in life was. I saw Alison was right behind him, so I shifted my gaze to hers.” He pauses, grabbing a tissue to dab the tears away. “He was quicker. He ran into my arms, he wrapped his around me, and then he kissed me.” Jacaerys says fondly reminiscing on that moment. “Everything in that moment felt…” Jacaerys scrunched his face up, pursing his lips. “Right.” The yearning in his words took up the entire space. “The way his hands wrapped around me, the way his lips felt on mine. It was like I came to life, like i was finally living, it sent a jolt through me. I couldn’t have asked for it more insistingly if I tried.” He looks down at the ground, hoping this angle hides his face. “I wanted to wrap my hands around his waist, I wanted to show him how to really kiss me.” Jacaerys says with a small laugh. “Then I heard Robb’s fucking laugh from behind me.” He shudders recalling that moment. “And it was like I was at that sleepover again. It was so mocking, infuriating, it made me feel like shit.” He elaborates with fervor. “I remembered I couldn’t want that. I couldn’t want him. And I blamed him for what he’d done. Even if I wanted it just as badly as him.” He manages to get out.
“I insulted him, I told him 'an alpha like me could never want an omega like you.', I told him he was disgusting. I told him he had ruined my future. I said he willfully ignored me rejecting his advances, but that’s only half true.” Jacaerys shook his head. “I loved smelling like him, even before I presented as an alpha, I loved that he was prematurely claiming me.” Jacaerys says with a small smile. “It was after that sleepover I started telling myself I hated it. I tried to stop wanting it but I couldn’t.” He bitterly laughed, hindsight is 20/20. “I didn’t stop there either. I told him he was nothing to me. Not a friend, or anything else. I said he was a fly, and to get out of my sight. I didn’t even let him apologize for it because I couldn’t stomach the thought that he would wish he hadn’t done that. I let my teammates and everyone there making fun of him relentlessly, I even joined in.” His cheeks were flushed red, the shame burning. “That’s not even the worst part…” Jacaerys took another breath. “One of my teammates recorded the whole thing. Every second of it, and even after he had started walking home.” Jacaerys laughed, but it slowly turned into sobs. “You know what I did? I took that video and posted it.” Jacaerys paused, he was frozen as if the weight of what he did finally hit him. “I even tagged him in it.” He whispered, his face sporting a thousand yard stare.
Jacquelin waited, she took a beat. “That’s a lot to hold on to.” She said neutrally. “That’s a lot to process and try to hold yourself accountable for.” She added. “I think you’ve done a great job thus far of owning your actions, even now I think you’ve managed to keep it together enough to not detract from (Y/n) if you get the chance to apologize.” She spoke softly. “Be honest Jacquelin. It’s bad isn’t it? Like really fucking bad.” Jacaerys beseeched his voice trembling. “Well…it’s definitely not good.” She said, with an awkward giggle. She put her pen and clipboard down, leaning forward to level with him. “Your goal should be to just apologize. With zero expectations.” She explained. “If you go into that conversation, with any expectations, it’s going to fall apart and you might start to spiral and hurt him again.” She posited. “I’ll be frank with you, I don’t know that he’ll accept your apology, or much less even want to speak to you.” She huffed. “In fact if he was my patient I’d advise him to go no contact and stay no contact no matter what.” She said softly.
Jacaerys continued to stare off into space as he made, or at least tried to, peace with the situation. He couldn’t shake it. He’d finally been honest about what he wants, about who he wants and now there’s a chance he’ll never get it? “But there’s a chance he’ll listen to me? There’s a chance he’ll forgive me?” Jacaerys implored, his words laced with the unspoken adoration and longing he’d endured without you. “I think I love him. How can I let this go? How am I expected to move forward?” Jacaerys quietly asked, like a child who’s just experienced loss for the first time. Jacqueline takes a deep breath, she’s proud of him and how open he’s being, but she won’t lie to him. “When people open up to one another, like a lover to their lover, or best friend to their best friend, they show, or try to, the deepest parts of themselves. The side they keep hidden, under lock and key. Sometimes they let the wrong person in, or someone who’s been hurt.” She says calmly. “People are complex, and sometimes fickle, and sometimes they use what they’ve learned about their best friend, their lover, what have you, like a sword.” She pauses seeing if he’s getting it. Jacaerys nods slowly, taking in her words.
“Sometimes you cut too deep, sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose.” She watches his face crack, but she doesn’t stop. “Yes time can heal wounds, but sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it stops the bleeding for a day or two, or a year or five, but sometimes the wound might not close, especially if they haven’t addressed it.” She looked him in his eyes. “You may have gone too far. Cut him too deep. Does that mean you’re not deserving of forgiveness and companionship? No, you’ve made a mistake, you’re trying to make it right. It does, however, mean that you might not ever get that from him.” She says softly. “That’s a very real possibility you have to accept. Because we can adjust, we can move the goal post. The changes you’ve made are worth it, even if he doesn’t want to experience it, someone else will.” She spoke warmly. Jacaerys sniffles burying his face in his hand. “It’s hard to let go. I feel like I had him, we were right there. And I ruined it.” Jacaerys cries, his fingers working to smear the tears as they fall. “I know Jacaerys, so for now we cry. We mourn. But tomorrow we pick up what we can.” She says hopeful. “Same time next week?” She asks softly. “Let’s do two sessions, I gotta make sure I can live with the consequences, if he doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.” Jacaerys responds weepy, as he stands up and moves to leave her office. He gives her one last smile before exiting. Jacquelin nods, feeling a warm sensation in her chest. He’s come so far from the alpha she use to slam into the ground.
Jacaeyrys feels like the years drag on, and at the same time like they’ve gone by in a flash. Throughout his remaining time at U of A, he’d kept up with therapy, with a few hiccups here and there. When things are good he’s calling his parents, sending them four letters a month earmarked for you. He’s still pleading with his mom to try and get you to read them. She’s always apologetic when she says she couldn’t get it to you. When the months are hard on him, he’ll write another letter for you, it’s not as eloquent as the others, but still get his message across. Even though the caffeine induced all-nighters, football practice, and overdue projects haze that demand his immediate attention he’s always turned back to you. His mind just can’t stop thinking of you. Even when he scores another touch down, when he wins another game, even when he manages to get his stats up to match his team and then surpass them, even when Jacob graduates, and Jacaerys is made quarterback. He’s wondering how’d you cheer for him. Would you be the loudest one in the arena? Would you run down to celebrate with him? Would you bless him with another kiss? He promises he won’t ever treat you like that again, he'd get it right this time, and it’s like he’s on his knees begging.
Despite your visage and scent constantly haunting his senses, he’s still a hormonal alpha with urges. Or at least he should be. He hasn’t had a rut since high school, since after he berated you, and when he tries to release some stress, he just can’t get it up. At Jacquelin’s suggestion he’s tried to go on dates or just hook up with someone after a party, someone that he actually likes instead of what he thinks he’s suppose to like. He doesn’t know what to make of her advice because the only time he does get it up, is when he’s thinking of you. Then the guilt comes flooding back because he hasn’t gotten a chance to apologize and he feels dirty. Not for liking you, or thinking of you in this moment, but because he feels like he hasn’t earned it. The only reason he even went back to this omega’s dorm room was because he looked like you. His scent wasn’t anything near yours didn’t make him swoon or ache, but he looked close enough to you. Even if Jacaerys’ eyes could be fooled his, even if he tried to imagine his hands were yours, they were off. His were too hard on Jacaerys’ skin, the pads of his fingers too rough, he didn’t feel that warmth bloom across his being, his body knew it wasn’t you and wouldn’t respond. He tried every trick in the book but he just couldn’t preform. He left without another word, shame burning his cheeks. He refused to try that again, not only because of his bodily issue, but because he was going insane. His mind and alpha kept telling him to stop, that he was cheating on you. It takes a few more back to back sessions for him to let go of and move on from that embarrassing debacle.
“Hmm maybe it’s not psychological issue, but a physical one.” Jacquelin thinks aloud. “I don’t know. Last time I had a physical and blood work done for school the doc said I was healthy.” Jacaerys recalls. “Well just to be sure I’m going to order a few different tests. Try to get them done sooner than late, I know your schedule will be a lot more hectic in the weeks to come.” She requests. She gives Jacaerys a handful of prescriptions to get tested. Jacaerys does as she asks, making time and getting excused from class to get them done. The minute he’s sat in the doctor’s office, they draw eleven tubes of blood samples from him. Once they bandage Jacaerys up they’re whisking him away to another floor of the building. “Alright Mr. Velaryon, just gonna feel a tiny prick.” The nurse says as he injects medication into Jacaerys’ organ. “Not so bad right? Now this is gonna feel a little cold.” The nurse says as he spreads a gel over his manhood. “Esssh.” He sucks air in. “What exactly is this test for?” He asks as the nurse begins the test. “It’s to assess blood flow in the penis. It’s to rule out any vascular problems that could cause or mimic symptoms to erectile dysfunction.” The nurse responds as he moves the wand around Jacaerys’ penis to get a full scan. “Alright we’ve got what we need. Here are a few tissues to wipe up the gel.” The nurse hands off the napkins, before standing. “You should be go to go! Have a great day.” The nurse says as they leave to give him privacy. Jacaerys cleans himself up before leaving.
The weeks go by as Jacaerys prepares for the last game of the season. It’s his junior year, he started off benched, his stats suffered, but once he put back in the field, he got them up. He even managed to get MVP his sophomore year, and keep getting it throughout the season. It’s after his team wins their last game that his therapist calls him in, all his blood work has come back. She sounds nervous, maybe even stumped. He ends the call unsure of what to make of it. “So Jacquelin. Give it to me straight.” He says with a nervous giggle. “So. I looked over your bloodwork, your metabolic panel, the Doppler ultrasound, all of it.” She pauses, flipping through the lab work up. “You’re by all means healthy. There’s no deviations, your blood flow down there is healthy and unobstructed.” She admits, happily. “However, it’s when we get to your hormone levels that we can find a possible explanation.” She says hopeful. “You’re twenty-ish, about to turn twenty one, your alpha hormone levels are way below what one would see and expect in an unmated alpha as young as you are.” She elaborates flipping the lab work over and moving her pen around to the various readings.
“Your other hormones are fine, thyroid is unaffected, I believe your alpha hormone levels are the cause.” She concludes. “What does this mean?” Jacaerys asks nervous, she can see the sweat forming on his eyebrow. “It took me a while since I’ve been comparing your levels to other alpha’s levels. Alphas across the board really.” She pulls out her own graph. “This level here is an average I found. In adult unmated alphas their hormone levels hover around a 1000 nanogram per deciliter, before rising to 2000 when a rut happens, in mated alphas it’s cyclical, the levels drop to about 600ng/dL, and rise to 1500 when their rut comes in.” She continues her pen circling and underlining the information. “In mated alphas who’ve been apart from their mate we see a slow decline.” She says tepidly. “Their levels drop from 600 to as low as 200. And the decrease is proportional to the length of time apart.” She says with concern. “We don’t have a solid answer as to why, but I would say that it’s a sort of defense mechanism for the alpha. Whether to conserve strength, or prevent a rut since their mate isn’t around.” She pauses to see if Jacaerys has taken in the information. He nods slowly, having a grasp on the knowledge.
“And when we look at your levels.” She hesitates. “They sit at 300ng/dL. That would explain the lack of a rut, that would explain why you’re unable to rise to the occasion, so to speak, when you’ve tried.” She concludes. “I don’t have a mate,” Jacaerys feels an ache in his chest, like he’s just told a lie, “is there something else wrong with me?” He asks concern etched into his features. “I think that you, or your body, may have considered (Y/n) your mate.” She says softly. “Because of the bond you and (Y/n) had, the way he scented you, the guilt you’ve carried, and now the process that you’ve made, had manifested itself in a one way bond.” She clarifies. “‘One way bond’? Those don’t happen, at least I thought they didn’t.” Jacaerys murmurs. “It’s exceedingly rare. It’s like a one in a hundred million chance, but it happens.” She articulates. Jacaerys let’s out a hollow giggle. “If I meet (y/n) again, will I be a danger to him? If he rejects me will I go through bond rejection syndrome?” He asks worried. “You shouldn’t be a danger to him. In other cases, when a mated alpha reunites with this mate, his hormone levels go back to normal slowly. Their rut usually comes back after a few months of constant close proximity.” She say, mimicking a breathing exercise to help Jacaerys calm down. “That being said, the chance you will suffer through BRS is likely. The symptoms from a reciprocated bond are bad enough as it is. With your one sided bond you may need medical intervention.” She extrapolated.
Jacaerys leaned back and shakily exhaled. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, before slowly nodding. “I know this is a lot to take in. Obviously I am here for you, I’m always just a call away.” She says reaching over and putting her hand on his. She puts away the lab work and graphs, grabbing her clipboard and pen. “How does this all make you feel?” She asks. “Not good.” Jacaerys’ laugh sounds empty. “Angry, I feel like a fool. If I had acted differently, if I had been a better friend to (Y/n), if I had socked Robb in his mouth when he said I was disgusting, I wouldn’t be here.” He says bitterly. “Maybe (Y/n) and I would be mated by now…maybe he’d be here at U of A with me, we could’ve moved in together off campus, he could’ve been carrying our kid already.” Jacaerys speaks with longing. “It’s normal to feel this way. Especially when you realize how differently life could’ve been if you gone left instead of right.” She says warmly. “This is your path in life though. This is the path you took, for better or worse. Just as you have all these regrets about how things could’ve turned out better, the opposite is just as true. Maybe you guys would’ve been, maybe it wouldn’t have worked out. Maybe you guys would’ve had, if possible, an even harsher falling out. It might be more fulfilling to have realized everything in this manner, than it would’ve been the other way around.” She articulates. “Yeah I guess you’re right. It’s not healthy for me to ruminate on what could’ve been, because I can’t go backwards?” Jacaerys eyes flicker to her, looking for approval of how he’s speaking. She nods, her eyes shining with pride and happiness at how he keeps getting better. “I can only look ahead and hope to do things better moving forward.” He adds strongly. “Exactly.” She looks at her watch. “I think that’s all the time we have for today. Same time next week?” She asks smiling. “Yeah, thank you Jacquelin.” Jacaerys says as he gets up and leaves her office.
Jacaerys continues his junior year undeterred. He looks forward to graduation, to the year after when he’ll be able to go straight to you, and apologize, instead of though letters. He plays as best he can, cinching award after award, accolade after accolade. His performance is constantly analyzed and scrutinized by the media. The plays he and coach Adam Wylde come up with are secretly studied in depth by NFL coaches, and openly discussed as strokes of genius by sports commentators. There’s even whispers and murmurs through the NFL that when the time comes he’ll be the number one draft pick. Jacaerys takes in stride and humility. The alpha he was before couldn’t have made it this far. The alpha he was before would’ve made enemies and kept him from realizing his own potential and greatness. He does interview after interview, commentating on which team he’d like to be on. Evaluating plays and where they’ve gone wrong. Even if he doesn’t end up in the NFL, he’d make a hell of a commentator or coach.
His senior year goes by in a flash of glory. He’s already declared and entered the NFL draft. He and his team went straight through each of their matches, taking win after win, all the way to the championship. He ends his college football career on the highest note possible, in a moment that takes him back to high school he scores the winning point. As everyone claps him on his back, your face flashes in his mind. He smiles brighter, thinking positively, hoping that somehow you’re watching. Cheering him on despite the hurt. He swears he’ll make it up if you give him a chance, but he understands if he’s blown it already. Jacaerys’ jersey gets retired after that game, having it framed and hung in the award case in the training facility. He wins another award, adding to his already full wall, he gives a speech to incoming freshman. He even has a more private conversation with the incoming football players to watch themselves, to ditch whatever outdated opinions they’ve got, and to leave the bigotry at home. He’s the first one to call it out and get Jacquelin involved before letting Adam know. After that most of his time is torn between making sure he passes his classes, and getting draft ready.
Walking across the stage at graduation was just as grand as he’d imagined it would be. His eyes scan the crowd, when he realizes he’s looking for you, he stops, taking a breath. Before looking for and settling on his mother, father, Lucerys and Joffrey. “Recipient of an Honors Bachelor of Science in Communications. Jacaerys Velaryon.” The speaker announces. He smiles and waves at them as they cheer loudly for him, clapping relentlessly, snapping photos as he takes a place holder and shakes hands with the dean. The rest of the ceremony goes on as an afterthought, he’s more consumed with preparing for the draft. He’s been training even harder to keep his physical peak, and meeting with NFL team coaches in secret trying to find his best fit. The days pass, the draft ever closer, as Jacaerys still flip flops between two teams. It’s not until the day of that he meets with both coaches and declares his intent and interest. He stays home watching it with bated breath surrounded by his family. He wishes you were here to celebrate this moment with him. You’d be right next to him, just like it should’ve always been. He’s frozen in place as he’s drafted. His family explodes in joy and laughter, congratulating him for being the number one draft pick.
He’s crying tears of joy, hugging his family as his phone doesn’t stop pinging with well wishes and congratulations. He continues to watch as it progresses, he’s been drafted by the Silver Stride team, but hoped to play for Ebon Valor. He watches with his breath caught in his throat as they move from draft to trades. He watches as the coaches from Silver Stride and Ebon Valor discuss something unheard. The discussion gets headed prompting captains from each team to approach. They continue to go back and forth, neither seeming to gain an edge, until they finally shake hands. As they sit back down a trade is announced, they’ve given their number one draft pick to Ebon Valor in exchange for more draft picks and their Running Back. “Yes!” Jacaerys shouts jumping up from his seat. “That’s the team you wanted?” Rhaenyra asks just as giddy. “I’ve dream of playing for the Ebon Valor team!” He affirms. His phone continues to buzz with even more congratulations, a text from jacquelin reminding him of his progress and how proud she is along with a joke to not forget her now that’s he’s gonna be a star, and a text from the Ebon Valor coach. Jacaerys feels like everything’s moving too quickly. He’s already in negotiations with the team, his agent trying to get him the best deal possible for someone with his stats. After he signs he’s whisked away to a rookie minicamp, and then immediately after that the actual training camp.
He hasn’t had a chance to think of much else, and for once you aren’t haunting his mind. He doesn’t have time to think of anything else as his body screams in pain from exertion. He’s been put through the wringer from how often he’s being pushed to and beyond his limits. But he does it all with a smile and a great sense of fulfillment, this is everything he’s ever wanted. He doesn’t get a chance to think of anything else until after the current team finishes their postseason games, and before they get ready for their training camps. He’s smiling brightly as he boards his plane home, it’s been almost a few years since he’s been back. He’s called, sent letters, etc., but he hasn’t physically been present. Now that he gets a chance to breathe and not be consumed by football, he remembers what his mom said, and that the statute of limitations have expired. He’s elated that he’ll be able to drop by to try and speak to you without worrying about being arrested. His mom and dad are waiting in the airport as he makes it past security, he’s running towards them bringing them both into a tight hug. “I missed you guys!” He says breathily. “Where’s Luke and Joff?” He asks chipper. “They stayed home, Luke wanted to relax and unwind, and Joff can’t be bothered, I know he’ll be excited to see you though.” Rhaenyra says with a warm smile.
The car ride home takes a while with traffic and paparazzi trying to snap photos of him. “Hey can we stop by (Y/n)’s house before we go home?” Jacaerys asks eyes shinning. “You said I’d be able to by now, and he hasn’t read any of my letters.” Jacaerys says deflating a bit. Rhaenyra and Laenor share a quick glance, before they both look straight ahead. “Jacaerys there’s something we have to tell you.” Laenor starts. “(Y/n) is-“”n’t home right now!” Rhaenyra interjects. “I drove by before getting you, his dad’s car wasn’t there.” She says tensely. “Oh okay. Tomorrow then.” Jacaerys says softly, his expression betrays the sadness he feels. Rhaenyra can feel Laenor staring dagger into the side of her face. The minute they arrive home Jacaerys is running to his room, tossing his bag to the side and lying in bed. He’s relishing the feeling of being home after so long. His mother made his favorite for dinner. Jacaerys looks around to his family, this feeling, this acceptance is what he’d been missing, but he had all along. They all catch up with what’s been going on, Laenor and Rhaenyra expertly dodge questions about you much to Jacaerys’ chagrin. Jacaerys regales them with stories of the other players he’s met, and what they’re like. Before he realizes it, it’s already late. Laenor and Rhaenyra clear the table letting their sons go up to sleep.
Jacaerys does his work out routine, at least part of it before heading to bed. He lies in bed, staring up at the stickers, smiling softly at the memories he’s made here with you. He sighs, before getting up and getting a drink of water, he’s almost at the top of the stairs when he hears Rhaenyra and Laenor arguing. “You cannot keep lying to him!” Laenor presses. “Jacaerys won’t find out! He doesn’t need to know!” Rhaenyra argues. “Right because anyone sending this many letter meant for one person won’t find out eventually!” He sarcastically remarks, he takes a breath. “Either you tell him or I will. It would be better coming from us, rather than he walk over and see it for himself.” Laenor says gingerly. “I know that. I know. I just worry how he’ll respond. You didn’t see it that day. How he reacted when I lied to him, telling him (Y/n) didn’t want to read his letter destroyed him.” She protested. Jacaerys quirks his head, having heard enough he opens their door and walks in. “You lied about that?” He asks his voice cracking. Rhaenyra and Laenor jump as he speaks.
“Jace I- no you heard wrong.” She tries to distract him. His eyes drift over to the bed, it’s all the envelopes he’s ever sent. He rushes over grabbing a few they’re all his. “You said you gave these to (Y/n)’s dad…” He stares at her accusingly. “Jacaerys listen. Yes I lied-“”Yeah no shit you lied to me. Does (Y/n) even know I wanted to apologize to him?” Jacaerys asks hurt, desperate. “Jacaerys listen to me-“”Why so you can lie to me again? I’m going over there right now. I’ll pound on the door until someone answers.” He angrily says, darting out the room and running towards your house. The wind feels cutting, he can feel dread bubbling up from within him, he can hardly breathe as he reaches your house. The car outside doesn’t look familiar, but he tells himself your dad or you could’ve gotten a new car. He walks right up to the door and starts knocking, in between ringing the doorbell. He doesn’t stop until he hears footsteps approaching. He’s getting ready to say something or push past your dad to talk to you, but he doesn’t get that chance.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” The unknown man asks. “Why are you banging on my door like a mad man?” He probes angrily. Jacaerys hears another set of footsteps approaching, he hopes it’s your dad, he tells himself maybe he got a new partner. “What’s going on honey?” An unknown woman asks. She looks to Jacaerys before gasping. “You’re Jacaerys Velaryon! Oh my god! You’re him!” She shouts excitedly. Her husband looks to her with a weird expression. “He’s on Ebon Valor!” She exclaims. Jacaerys looks to them, then past them, he can’t see any of the photos he remembers hanging in your living room. “Do the (L/n)s still live here?” He manages to ask through his heaving breaths. “Who?” The man asks. “The people who lived here before you.” Jacaerys clarifies. “Oh. I haven’t a clue. The seller was anonymous, their realtor handled everything.” The man explains. “Did they leave a forwarding address or anything?” He asks desperately. “Not that I can think of.” The man says exasperated. Jacaerys feels something break within him again, he struggles to hold the pieces and put them back together. “Thank you for answering. I apologize for waking you up so late.” He mumbles as he walks off their porch ignoring the woman’s question and beckoning. He’s looking at the ground as he walks, before stumbling into Rhaenyra. “I’m sorry Jacaerys.” She whispers as she hugs him tightly. Jacaerys doesn’t even register the car ride home he just gets out of the car and goes upstairs.
The Long Way Back: Chapter 7 - Stress Test [✅] Pass [ ] Fail
A/n: Seventh part of an OC-ish story! Jacaerys Velaryon and you were best friends, thick as thieves. But when you presented as an omega and he as an alpha, things changed. Especially when you realized you loved him, much more and deeper than a best friend ever should, or would. As you tried to close the gap, bridge the distance, he pulled away harder, faster. ~18.6k words
Warnings: angst, slow burn, comfort (at some point), best friends to enemies/strangers, enemies/strangers to lovers, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Jacaerys Velaryon is an alpha), male reader is a singer, Jacaerys Velaryon is football star, mentions of death and suicidal ideation, internalized homophobia, homophobic people, violence, non-graphic sexual intimacy (MDNI, while it’s not explicit in detail, it’s still a bit heavy handed and physical), I do not know jack shit about American football and did minimal, and I mean like the most I did was probably google a few NFL terms, research. Kinda self indulgent and gratuitous.
P.s: (F/I/Y/N) means first initial of Your Name. So if your name is John then (F/I/Y/N) would read as J. (F/I/L/N) means first initial of last name. So if your name is John Doe, then (Y/n)(F/I/L/N) would read as John D.
Jacaerys can’t hear anything, he can only feel the blood pumping through his veins. He can feel it in his chest, he can hear it in his ear drums. He can feel the thrum, the electricity in the air from his team’s win. It’s almost like he’s shell shocked from the adrenaline coursing through his body. He barely registers hitting the ground as his team dog piles him. Even the celebration after still feels so surreal, the pats and congratulations barely noticeable, under the buzz of having won, and won as you watched. He doesn’t log back in until he’s sitting at the after game press junket. “So Jacaerys Velaryon, #26, how are you feeling?” A reporter asks. Jacaerys blinks twice, before leaning forward. “I’m sorry, could you repeat?” He asks, much to the laughter of the room. “How are you feeling? First win down of a long line of games leading to the Super Bowl, I have to imagine it’s awe inspiring?” The report elaborates. “I’m feeling fantastic!” Jacaerys says cheerful. “Ya’know it’s really like- ugh, can’t even describe it- but it’s a great feeling. The rush of the game, and winning, it’s amazing.” Jacaerys elaborates. “What’s the reason behind your drive? You looked so motivated on the field.” Another reporter asks him.
“Honestly? All these guys here,” Jacaerys motions around to his team mates, “my mom and dad. My brothers Lucerys and Joffrey…” Jacaerys pauses, clearing his throat, “and a special someone.” He says with a lovesick smile. The reporters in the room all perk up, Jacaerys’ name had been featured in a lot of gossip magazines after being papped with this person or that person, even though he’s always maintained he’s single. “A special someone? Care to say a name?” Another reporter goads. “No.” Jacaerys giggles. “That’s for me and them to know, and for everyone else to keep guessing.” He says with a loving sigh. “Well I hope they know how lucky they are.” The reporter says. “I’m the lucky one. They deserve so much, and I hope I can be the one to give it to them.” Jacaerys says passionately. His words make the reporters swoon, and by extension you too. The venue has the press junket linked to the tv in the VIP box. “Wow (Y/n) what spell do you have my son under?” Rhaenyra teases. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say nervously. “Couldn’t tell ya truthfully.” You snicker, feeling heat climb your face. “Don’t play coy we see the way you stare at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.” Laenor says. You just laugh their comments away, hoping they stop probing.
The press junket ends after rounds of questions, but the highlight of it was Jacaerys’ declaration. As soon as he’s back in the locker room, he’s hopping in the shower and freshening up. “Jacaerys you’re coming out with us right?” Cregane asks eyebrow raised. “Can’t. Going out to dinner with my family.” He says a little too excited. “Ah, he’ll be there?” Cregane says with a teasing tone. “Maybe.” Jacaerys says flushing. “Well you two love birds enjoy.” Cregane says softly. “And a word of advice?” He adds seriously. Jacaerys hums, looking to him. “Be careful. Even more than you’ve already been. If you thought paparazzi or strangers sneaking photos was bad as is, it’s going to get worse as the public speculates who you’re talking about.” Cregane warns. “Let (Y/n) take the lead. If you two haven’t been spotted together yet, I’m assuming it’s because of him.” Cregane taunts. Jacaerys hangs his head, with a laugh. “Yeah you’re right about that. I’ve been letting him take point while we figure each other out, and build our trust up.” Jacaerys reveals. “Then let him keep doing it, until the two of you are ready.” Cregane says with a pat on his back. “Alright well we’ll be heading out now, so in the chaos of it head up to your VIP box.” Cregane advises, as he leaves. “Oh! And I didn’t forget. The moment everything’s officially out in the open, you gotta bring him so we can all meet him.” Cregane gets out before closing the door shut. Jacaerys just snickers to himself as he leans back on the bench, staring upwards. He’s wearing the same outfit you dressed him up in, on the last day you all spent in Liverpool. He’s always seen wearing that Cartier Santos watch. He’s had to give it to you to get the bezel buffed and polished cause of all the wear and tear.
As Jacaerys grabs his phone ready to leave a back door in the locker room opens. “Mr. Velaryon?” Jayne whispers. “Yes? Who are you?” He asks cautiously. “I’m Mr. (L/n)’s liaison, he asked me to come get you.” She reveals. Jacaerys snickers realizing how right Cregane was. “How kind of him.” Jacaerys says neutrally, despite the warmth he actually wants to express. “Yes it seems to me you two are very in sync with one another.” Jayne says in response. “Well we have known each other quite sometime. Regardless I’m sure a liaison, such as yourself, would know how troubling it could become if rumors spread. For (Y/n), myself, and their employment.” Jacaerys retorts. Jayne giggles before clearing her throat. “Merely an observation.” She clarifies. “We pride ourselves on client privacy.” She assures. “Please follow me, I’ll take you right up to your VIP box.” Jayne says pushing the door open. Jacaerys wordlessly follows her, looking around the halls shocked he’s never seen them before without you. “Here we are. Have a great day, Mr. Velaryon.” Jayne says opening the door for him.
“Thank you.” Jacaerys says as he enters, he can hear the door close behind him but none of that matters, not anymore. “That lady was right, we really are in sync.” Jacaerys muses to himself, smile tugging at his lips as he takes you in. Neither of you saw each other prior, nor was it planned, but you’ve also worn the same outfit from that last outing in Liverpool. He realizes he’s been staring at you for god knows how long, he clears his throat, before forcing his gaze to his parents. “How’d I do?” He says equal parts nervous and smug. “You did great!” Rhaenyra booms. “You were amazing out there!” She adds. “You really gave’em hell out there Jace!” Laenor says proudly. “You were meh.” Joffrey says barely looking up from his phone, but Jacaerys can still see the smile tugging at his lips. “You were fantastic Jacaerys! It was awesome!” Lucerys declares. “I don’t know much about football, but you were really impressive Jace.” You say warmly. “You really think so (Y/n)?” Jacaerys asks coming closer. “Is he going to ignore what we just said?” Rhaenyra whispers to Laenor. “Young love Rhaenyra.” Laenor responds. “Besides, they’ve got lost time to make up for.” He adds softly.
“Of course I do.” You say, your hand moving on its own accord to cup his cheek. He leans in, before you both freeze. You force your hand to his shoulder. “You have some dust here.” You say clearing your throat. “Yeah-“ Jacaerys coughs, “thanks (Y/n) I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He says, blushing. “Soooo-“ Jacaerys turns to his parents, “are we on for tomorrow? I’ve made the reservation and everything.” He says. “Of course we are.” Laenor says happily. “Exactly as your father said,” Rhaenyra chirped coming closer to Jacaerys, “I am curious as to why we can’t celebrate today.” She says looking into Jacaerys eyes. “Is there a reason you’re so busy tonight?” Rhaenyra says knowingly. Jacaerys can feel the sweat beading up on his forehead. “No-No.” Jacaerys sputters. “Of course not.” He manages to get out, eyes flitting about like he’s looking for an excuse. “I’m just…” his eyes meet your face, “I’m just really tired.” He says with a nervous giggle. “I’m gonna go home, do an ice water bath, drink a smoothie and relax.” He says, trying to sound convincing. “Alone?” Rhaenyra doesn’t let up. “Obviously.” Jacaerys counters. “Hmm. Then you won’t mind if your father and I drop you off then?” She says crossing her arms. “Oh I’d love that, it’s just- uhm…” Jacaerys looks to you, pleading. “I said I’d take him home already.” You say nervously. “I called him yesterday to confirm.” You pose.
Rhaenyra looks to you, you stay strong under her scrutinizing gaze. “Well alright.” She says, giving you a knowing smile and a wink. “Jacaerys, we’ll pick you and (Y/n) up tomorrow for dinner.” She says. “Have fun Jacaerys, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She teases. “And (Y/n), make sure you have a safe drive home.” She adds, before taking her leave with the rest of Jacaerys’ family.
“Are we really gonna pretend we don’t see it?” Joffrey whispers. “Yes. I’m sure they have a reason to hide their relationship.” Rhaenyra says curtly, the implications thick if Joffrey or Lucerys tells anyone. “We just have to let them do things at their own pace.” Laenor laughs, arm wrapped around Rhaenyra as they head back to her car.
Jacaerys takes a step closer to you as soon as the door closes. You mimic him, taking a step closer into his space. “Hey.” He says softly. “Hey.” You parrot back warmly. “What were you gonna do to say hi, if my parents weren’t here?” He asks, hands finding purchase on your hips. “Oh you really wanna know?” You ask, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. Your lips are mere centimeters away from his. “I do.” You can feel his warm breath, his all consuming presence, right before you. Wordlessly, you close your eyes and lean in kissing him, swiping your tongue across his top lip. He smirks, shutting one of his eyes, and letting you lead him. It’s a rehearsed dance the two of you follow, but it’s oh so exciting every time. The push and pull, the give and take, and oh does he let you take and take and take. When he’s had enough of you leading, the change in power is almost immediate. As he pushes you back, falling onto the couch, his body caging yours in. You gasp as his hand trails down to cup one of your ass cheeks, squeezing a handful. He stops pulling away, before things get too heated. As he stares down at you, eyes half lidded, he swears its a better view each time he sees this. “Well I was gonna ask you, how you were gonna greet me, but I guess I already know.” You giggle, your lips a little swollen and slick with saliva.
“Yeah, my sweet little thing?” He whispers, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. He gets up, offering you a hand. “So winner, what are you in the mood for?” You coyly ask, taking his hand and standing. “Hmmm you wanna do sushi? Or pizza?” He asks. “I’m up for either, but it’s your night. You just won the game.” You laugh, lightly punching his shoulder. “Yeah you’re right.” Jacaerys says exhaling. “Still doesn’t feel real.” He says with a smile. You walk over, your hand gingerly caressing his face. “Well it is. You did that.” You giggle, pulling him down and resting your forehead against his. “And you won our bet.” You snicker. “I don’t know who your special person is, but I bet they’re glad to have to you. And I know they’re just as lucky as you are to have them.” You say softly. Jacaerys’ skin heats up from the blush dusting his face. “Let go out for sushi, I know a nice place I can rent out for the night.” Jacaerys whispers, a boyish smile on his face. “Nuh-uh, you won tonight, it’s on me, give me the name I’ll call.” You protest. “You’re really gonna be the death of me once we merge finances.” Jacaerys laughs. “I don’t even wanna know how much you spend on a daily basis.” He says softly. “Last chance to back out of this while you still can.” You giggle. “Never.” He says passionately. “I’ll just have to earn more money to keep us afloat.” He says sweetly.
“Alright I’ll make the call, can you let Jayne know we’re gonna need an escort to my car.” You spoke, looking the place up on your phone. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” He says, walking away, but still stealing glances at you every now and then until he opens the door. “Excuse me Jayne?” Jacaerys calls out to her. “Yes Mr. Velaryon?” She responds. “We need an escort to (Y/n)’s vehicle.” He informs her. “Of course. I’ll go verify that the halls are clear, and the parking garage is empty.” She says. “Great thank you.” Jacaerys says before turning back inside. “Babe, she’s gonna do a quick check then we should be good to leave.” Jacaerys informs you. “Great!” You chirp. “I’ve booked the restaurant they’ll have it empty in an hour, so we can take our time getting there.” You say warmly. The two of you sit on the couch, as Jacaerys absentmindedly plays with the palm of your hand. He’s drawing shapes, into the flesh of your hand. “Alright, Mr. (L/n), Mr. Velaryon, there’s no stragglers to speak of, and the valet has your car pulled up.” Jayne says, holding the door for the two of you. “Thank you Jayne.” You and Jacaerys say in unison, before looking to one another and giggling. “This feels right.” Jacaerys thinks to himself. Walking these halls makes much more sense, and feels even better when you’re by his side.
Jacaerys stops walking when he sees your car. It’s a sleek matte black SUV, blacked out windows 99% tint, it screams luxury. “(Y/n)…is that a new car?” He asks half disappointed, half impressed. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open before closing like you’re gonna say something. “It’s not exactly new.” You manage to get out. “My last one was a rental because they had to build this one to specification.” You nervously giggle. “And why would you need a car built to your specification?” He probes. “Well I mean…” you start to fiddle with your fingers, “I wanted it…?” You say unsure. “I mean you could’ve asked me.” Jacaerys says defeated. “How can I provide if you just up and buy things yourself?” He shakes his head. “Next time can you just ask me? Or leave like a catalogue with stuff circled so I can be the one to buy these things for you?” Jacaerys says softly. You lean in, arms behind your back. “Aww my poor alpha…” you pout, “your need to provide isn’t getting met?” You coo. “Don’t worry I hear you loud and clear, just give me a budget to work around so I don’t go and have you spend your net worth.” You joke. “There’s no budget for you.” Jacaerys says seriously. “It doesn’t matter what you ask me for I’ll get it for you. You could ask me for the world and I’d get it done no matter what. Even if gotta throw it on those pay-in-4 things.” Jacaerys whispers, feeling his face get hot.
You smile softly, your eyes looking his face up and down. “I’ll keep that mind Jace.” You whisper. “But if you want to provide…” you drawl, “how about driving?” You say tossing him the keys. “Uh-what?” Jacaerys sputters. “What if I crash? Or get a scratch on it?” He panics. “Well then you can buy me a new one?” You suggest. “Or pay for the paint job, I’m not too sure. Up to you really.” You giggle already climbing in the passenger seat. Jacaerys groans, pulling two hundreds out of his wallet. He gives one to Jayne, and says his goodbyes, before handing one to the valet worker. He timidly opens the door, slowly like his strength could tear the door off the hinges. Even climbing in he gingerly sits, like he could damage the suspension. The moment he closes the door and pushes the start button, he gets it. The way the dash lights up, the ac going, the Apple CarPlay, everything is spoiling him, and making him reconsider keeping his old car. “Soooo what d’ya think?” You say giddily. “It’s nice, really cool.” He says, hands gripping the leather wheel. “I don’t understand why you got such a big one though.” He says confused. “I hate going to the car dealership, so I was gonna get something else online, but I saw an ad for baby seats.” You elaborate. “And I got to thinking, I’d be spending a lot more money later, when we have kids, might as well get ready now.” You say without even realizing the things your words are doing to your alpha.
“When we have kids huh?” He says happily, thinking of that future. His heart soars knowing how much closer you think it is than he realized. “Yeah…” you sigh dreamily. “I already have some names picked out.” You giggle. “Oh really?” Jacaerys teases. “Oh shut it!” You giggle. “Like you don’t? Does Rhaenys ring a bell?” You ask, watching as he turns light pink. “Wha-“ he breathily laughs, “wha- uh- who?” He sputters out. “I wasn’t being nosy, I was just walking behind you and saw that little note you’re building of potential names.” You taunt. “So you’re invading my privacy?” Jacaerys fires back with a lilt. “No an invasion of privacy is you following me to the bathroom at 3am with your eyes closed cause ‘you don’t want to be alone’.” You giggle. “I’ll stop doing that.” Jacaerys chortles. “I’m not asking you to stop!” You protest. “Besides I don’t have to turn the lights on if you’re following me.” You say softly. “Aww you love me.” Jacaerys teases. “Of course I do.” You say warmly, smacking his shoulder. “I love you too (Y/n).” Jacaerys says dreamily, sneaking glances at you as he speeds down the back roads to get to this restaurant.
“I think we’re here.” Jacaerys says as he enters the parking lot. “Ooo this place looks fancy.” You say in awe. Jacaerys parks the car, being ever so careful to make sure it doesn’t hit the curb in front. Jacaerys reaches over, unbuckling your seat belt for you. He gets out without another word, going over to your side and opening your door for you. “You’re so sweet Jace.” You coo, before hopping out. The both of you enter the restaurant, greeting the hostess, before being lead to the middle of the dining room. You whistle at how quickly they got things done. A waiter took your food and drink orders, leaving the two of you in privacy. You listen, resting your head against your hand, as Jacaerys goes on and on in detail about what being on the field felt like. What winning, and then telling the world about his special someone felt like. It was endearing watching him go on and on. It was like he was a middle schooler again, telling you how he was gonna win the next game with his big hat trick. He’s like a golden retriever, you can picture his tail wagging as he goes on about football. “But enough about me, what about you?” Jacaerys asks, eyes still shining. “Well…” You start, before going into the nitty gritty of it all. What your next album will be like, the theme, the sound, if he’ll be able to tag along like a groupie again.
Before the two of you even realize it, dinner has been served, with drinks to boot. The manager even went out and bought a bottle of champagne for the two of you to celebrate Jacaerys’ latest win. As dinner comes to an end, you and Jacaerys take pictures with the staff both together and separate. You go to grab your wallet when the check touches the table, but before you can put your card down, Jacaerys snatches the check away. “Uh what are you doing?” You giggle. “Paying.” Jacaerys says sweetly. “No Jace, come on.” You say reaching for the check as he lifts it and pulls it away out of your reach. “No. You know how this goes.” Jacaerys says, before leaning in. “You’re my omega. You’re not footing a single bill when you’re with me.” He whispers. “I think today we can make an exception.” You say quietly before kissing him. While he’s short circuiting, you snatch the check book and run over to your waiter to cash out. “You cheated!” Jacaerys groans, burying his face in his hands. “I wouldn’t call it cheating.” You stick your tongue out at him. “Just using any and all advantages I have.” You wink at him.
“I really am no match for you huh.” Jacaerys chortles. “Just outran and outsmarted guys just as big as me, and sometimes even twice my size, just to be bested by own mate.” Jacaerys mumbles to himself, a goofy smile stretched across his mouth. He knocks back the rest of his beer before standing and walking over to you. As the waiter hands you the receipt, Jacaerys slowly, and unseen, slips his hand into your back pocket, giving your cheek a teasing squeeze. You jump a bit, cough and clearing your throat as you go to look over the charges. When you’re satisfied everything checks out, you leave a hefty tip for all the employees. “You good to drive or should I?” You ask before yawning. “You had a few cocktails, I had one beer let me drive.” Jacaerys says ruffling your hair. “Besides you already look sleepy, what did Micheal say about drinking on your medication?” Jacaerys lovingly chides. “To overdo it?” You giggle. “Close, he said to not overdo it.” Jacaerys giggles, opening the door for you. He leans in buckling you in, before kissing you. “You have such great taste, I gotta try that drink next time.” Jacaerys says, licking his lips. “Of course I do, look at who my alpha is.” You giggle tipsy, before leaning back and closing your eyes, unaware of the effects your words have on your poor alpha.
Jacaerys gingerly shuts the door, noticing your breathing evening out. His hand perches against the door, his other on his hip, as he leans over. He’s as giddy as can be over this. The way the two of you just keep falling in sync after everything? Trusting him again, however slowly at your pace, after what he’s done? He can’t help but feel like this is true love. He can’t help but feel like the two of you were just meant to be, even if he fought it or denied it at first, he’s elated this is where the two of you ended. When he collects himself he gets in, before driving to your Airbnb. He looks over you still haven’t woken up, he gets out, makes his way over to you, unbuckles you, and carries you inside. He gingerly changes you into your sleep clothes, before bundling you up in the assortment of blankets you have. He changes himself before slowly shutting the door and sitting in the living room. He grabs the controller and turns on the TV, flipping to a sports channel to watch recaps of his game. It’s an after match ritual that lets him critique his performance and see where he could improve. He doesn’t know how long it’s been until he can smell your scent getting stronger. He looks to his side and sees you standing there, blanket draped over you like cape.
“Hey superhero~” Jacaerys coos. “Did I wake you?” He asks. You shake your head before moving in front of him. The two of your eyes meet, as you stare at him expectantly. He leans back, making room for you. You straddle him, draping your blanket over the two of you as you lean down, burying your head in the crux of his neck. “You left me alone in there…” you sleepily mumble. Jacaerys can feel his heart melting. “I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t tired yet. I thought you’d keep sleeping until I went to bed.” He whispers rubbing your back. “S’okay.” You whisper, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Can we talk?” You say softly. “Yeah, of course,” Jacaerys turns off the tv, “what about?” He asks, giving you his full undivided attention. “A few weeks ago I woke up feverish.” You started, “my body was aching all over, I was leaking a lot of…uhm…you know...” You shyly admit. “I didn’t know what was going on with my body.” You say shamefully. “That’s okay (y/n). It’s a normal bodily function.” Jacaerys says rubbing your back. “I know, but I went to the doctors, and they ran a few tests.” You revealed.
“Is everything okay? Did something come back off?” Jacaerys asks concerned. “Not exactly.” You whisper. “They said it was a pseudo-heat.” You admit. “So I talked to Micheal, he got me another round of hormone testing, and after the results were interpreted he told me everything.” You say. “What does that mean baby?” Jacaerys asks, his hand still gingerly moving up and down your spine. “I hadn’t gotten a heat before, not since my first one because my omega, my body, didn’t feel safe enough.” You say softly. “But now it does, and with my hormone levels where they were, I have a normal heat coming up.” You add. Jacaerys can feel himself turning red, heat pooling in his loins. “Yeah?” He asks breathily. You adjust yourself, pushing your hips further into his. “Yeah.” You sigh breathily. “Micheal warned that it might be stronger since I haven’t had one in so long.” You say softly. “What can I do?” Jacaerys asks passionately. “If you’re comfortable with it, I’d like your help.” You say, despite the heat rising to your face. “But I want our first time to be special.” You say with a giggle. “Not while I’m in heat.” You add. “Same, I’d hate for you to not be able to remember our first time.” Jacaerys says softly. “So if you’re comfortable…” you pause, lifting your head to meet Jacaerys’ eyes, “do you wanna do it now?” You ask breathily.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Jacaerys asks nervously. “Yeah…are you?” You ask leaning in closer. “Yeah.” Jacaerys affirms, his breathing quickening. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom?” You sultrily ask. He leans in to kiss you. It’s hungry, rapturous, devoted. Like he’s worshiping in the house of his god. Like he’s trying to consume your essence so throughly he’ll always have a piece of you. He picks you up, never slowing down, as he makes his way to the bedroom. He lays you down, slowly undressing you with hungry eyes, like a dragon appraising his treasure hoard. It’s a slow build up, doing everything he can to make you relax and lean into his touch, doing everything he can to make sure he delivers. Even as the two of you consummate your relationship, it’s full of check ins, full of love, full of devotion, as Jacaerys learns what makes you gasp, what makes you twitch and shake. He plays with your nerves, flaying them open to make sure you’re feeling everything. Playing with your sensations like a man learning an instrument. Drinking in everything you’re giving him like a man lost in the desert, finally being given his first cup of water. Even as the two of you bask in the afterglow, he’s still asking what you enjoyed, what you didn’t, and what he can do better next time. Your scents mingle together once more, even deeper, into an inseparable mixture that screams warmth and love, and whispers that the two of you have sated each other.
The next day as you and Jacaerys lay together wrapped in each other’s arms, you both discuss having kids, since now it’s really on the table. Even though it’s hard, even though neither of you really want this, you both decide you’ll take a morning after pill. Jacaerys goes to buy it, buying some protection with it, to make sure he doesn’t have to do this again. It hurts him, but he understands, logically he knows this is the best choice for the two of you, given where you’re both at career wise. Emotionally? He’s not sure he can muster the strength to do this again, because he really wants to start a family with you. You’re just as bad as Jacaerys is as you swallow it, gagging unconsciously, like your body knows you want to get pregnant and have his kids, and is willing to make sure it happens. It goes down, but you’re in a sour mood the rest of the day, snappy with Jacaerys but he takes it in stride. Assuring you he’s not mad at you, that he wants kids and a family with you, but that you know just as well as he does this isn’t the right time. He’s unknowingly crooning the entire time, his alpha trying to calm and comfort his omega. To his joy it works, you calm down, you apologize so sweetly even as he tells you, ‘you have nothing to be sorry for’. The two of you shower together, taking this new level of intimacy to further heights, even testing the waters as the shower gets even steamier.
Jacaerys helps you dry off, using a towel to dry you entire body, before grabbing a new one to dry your face and hair. You do the same, giving him just as much attention and care as he does you. “You look stunning lovie.” Jacaerys whispers against your neck, as you pose for him in the mirror. “Do you get a guest for fashion week? Maybe I should tag along and take notes so I can dress just as well you.” He mumbles against the nape of your neck. “I’ll ask, see what strings they can pull.” You say gingerly. “I’ll tell you the date, just make sure you don’t have a game, or prior commitments.” You giggle, pushing him back. “Why don’t you go in the closet and pick some stuff out? I’ll give you a prize depending on how well you do.” You coo. Jacaerys immediately peels himself off of you, almost running to the closet. He picks out a shirt, a pair of dress pants, a jacket, and a pair of shoes, unaware as your face cracks with each choice he makes. “What’d’ya think?” He asks proudly. “Uhhh…” you pause, about to laugh, before clearing your throat, “good first try, A for effort.” You say softly. “Oh god it’s horrible isn’t it?” He says deflating. “No! Not….completely.” You giggle. “Here these pants and shoes are great.” You say taking those picks. “This jacket could work, you just need a different shirt.” You affirm. “Hmm. Okay…” Jacaerys says looking at his assortment of clothes. “What about….” He drawls, “this one?” He says grabbing another one. “Perfect! That goes perfectly with everything else.” You say excitedly. He gets up close and personal, wrapping an arm around your waist. “So what’s my prize?” He huskily says. “Well we have to go to dinner with your mom, dad, and brothers, so when we get back…” you drag a finger up and down his rock solid abs, “you get a round 2?” You whisper, your finger teasing to go lower before bringing it up to cup his cheek as you kiss him.
You two wait outside, tensing with each car that passes by. “You said she was on her way.” You say eyes darting to Jacaerys. “She said she was.” He assures. The two of you panic until Rhaenyra’s car finally pulls up. “Hey (Y/n)!” Lucerys chirps, before looking over to his brother, “hey Jace.” He adds with not even a quarter of the emotion he had for you. “What are you guys waiting for? Get in!” Joffrey shouts. “I’m starving!” He adds, before resting against his seat again. “Let’s go shall we?” You say to Jacaerys fighting the urge to hold his hand. “Let’s.” Jacaerys affirms, his hand going to yours on instinct before he redirects it to pat you on the back. “Oh god they’re so bad at hiding it.” Laenor bemoans hiding his face in his hands. “Shh. They’re almost here.” Rhaenyra laughs. “Besides remember how secretive we thought we were being around Rhaenys and Corlys?” She teases. “We had the subtly of a bull in a china shop.” Laenor laughs. “Hi Rhaenyra, hi Laenor!” You greet as you get into the back. “Hi Luke, Joff.” You say until you lock eyes with a familiar beta, “and you must be Derrick?” You say with a smile. “Oh my gosh you know my name…” he says under his breath. He feels Lucerys’ hand go to his. “Yeah- that’s uhm- that’s me!” He says a little too excited. “I’m such a huge fan of you, your music is everything to me I listen to your album on repeat at least 20 times a day.” He blurts out. “Aww! That’s so sweet! Thank you so much.” You say gingerly. “Wanna take a selfie together?” You say.
“OH MY GOD-“ he pauses, realizing how loud he was, he clears his throat, “Yes, I’d like that very much.” He says much quieter. You smile, taking his phone and opening the camera. It doesn’t escape your notice how he has a photo of him and Lucerys and his background. “Alright smile!” You say posing, waiting for Derrick to react. You snap a few shots as he does. “Luke you wanna get in on this?” You ask. “Derrick can I?” He asks shyly. “Yeah of course.” He says. “Babe you don’t have to ask.” He says much quieter, hoping only Lucerys heard. You debate on whether or not to tease them, as you snap a few more photos. “Here you go Derrick. You and babe- I mean Lucerys, look so nice in these.” You giggle as a wicked smile stretched across your face watching their flushed expressions and sputtering reactions. “(Y/n) don’t tease them.” Jacaerys says leaning in, his breath ghosting the shell of your ear. Derrick and Lucerys watch with amusement as you recoil and react to Jacaerys’ proximity. Derrick shoots Lucerys a text.
6:41pm
Derrick: So how long are you all gonna pretend they’re not together? It’s sooooo noticeable I’m shocked the world hasn’t noticed yet. They even scent each other.
Read: 6:42pm
Hubby ❤️: Yeah I know LMAOOOO
Hubby ❤️: They’re so not lowkey about it, idk how they’re hiding it so well.
Hubby ❤️: we’re just letting them be, so do the same.
Read: 6:44pm
Lucerys looks to Derrick, they both nod before going back to pretending like they can’t notice Jacaerys’ scent dripping off of you, or your scent enveloping Jacaerys’ whole being.
From the moment you all arrive at the restaurant, Jacaerys is doing everything he’d normally do as an alpha. Opening the door for you, giving you a hand out of the car, pulling out your seat at the table, and ordering for you. No one bats an eye, really, it’s endearing, it’s sweet. “Wow Jacaerys, you really know how to treat omegas.” Lucerys compliments. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were a couple.” He adds with a smirk. “Hahahaha.” Jacaerys forces a laugh. “I’m just practicing. Making sure I get it right for my special someone.” He manages to get out. “Right, right. Wouldn’t want to give someone the wrong idea right?” Lucerys asks, eyes darting around the full restaurant. “Right.” Jacaerys says with a tight smile. He sits down next to you, obviously fuming. He doesn’t calm down until he feels your hand on his lap. It’s perfect, quiet, and well hidden from wandering eyes. He takes a deep breath, his hand going from the table to rest on top of yours. The rest of dinner goes off almost without a hitch, you two nearly managed to get through dinner without another slip up. But when you ordered dessert, of course you had to give some to Jacaerys, from your own spoon no less. And right after you had tried it yourself, your saliva still on it. Jacaerys had to keep himself from sucking every last bit of it. He savored it complimenting your taste before noticing his family staring at him and you. “What? We’ve done that since we were kids. It’s just force of habit.” he says strongly, and loud enough for anyone else to hear if they were curious. Rhaenyra and Laenor share a knowing look that seems to escape notice.
The rest of the dinner goes by swimmingly. Neither of you slip up again, and Jacaerys is celebrated as he deserves after winning. As the weeks and months pass and Jacaerys and his team, keep winning game after game, you show up when you can, but sometimes your concerts just don’t align and you can’t. Regardless the aftermath is always the same, you and Jacaerys celebrating privately out dinning. You two still fight over the check, despite you wanting to treat him given his victory. Then physicallywhen in private. The physical aspect really picked up after your shared first time, and especially after your heat had come and gone. He seemed to be insatiable after that. The weeks turn to months as he just keeps winning, he has to buy condoms more often, sometimes even twice in a week, but he doesn’t care. The rush of winning, the high of becoming one with you, is addicting to not only him, but you as well. He had a few games left before the Super Bowl, the two of you were cuddling in the afterglow. “Hey (Y/n)?” He said softly, his chest rising and falling along with your head. “Yeah babe?” You asked breathily. “If- when I win the Super Bowl…” He hesitates, looking at the back of your head. You turn to make eye contact with him, remind him it’s you and him against whatever may come. “When I win the Super Bowl, can we become publicly official?” He whispers. He can feel your heart beat quicken with your chest against his ribs. “Yeah.” You say with a smile. “If that’s what you want, cause I want that.” You affirm. “Then it’s a deal.” He says. “What do I get if you lose?” You ask. “Hmmm…” Jacaerys says thinking. “What do you want?” He asks softly. “You have to sing a song, of my choosing on stage at my next concert.” You say brightly.
Jacaerys’ face flushes, his hand goes to cover it. “It’s a deal.” He says muffled. His training regiment increases, like he’s not only preparing for the Super Bowl, but the end of the world. He does tell you and sadly, he can’t spend as much time while he puts in all the work he thinks is needed to make sure he wins. You accept, but don’t take it lying down. You send him risqué photos, videos, sometimes sensual, sometimes debauched with audio of you sweetly saying his name, calling out for him, telling him all the things you need him to do to you. He listens and watches every last one of them without fail, gritting his teeth harder and harder as he fights the urge to go to you and put you in your place for riling him up like that. The day of the Super Bowl finally arrives and you can feel the electricity in the air. The stadium buzzes and hums like it’s alive with the rush of excitement from the field. You’re already in the VIP box watching with Jacaerys’ family as he and Ebon Valor finally take to the field.
It’s a rough match to say the least. For each point Jacaerys and his team manage to score, the opposing side scores two. They’re neck and neck all the way up until halftime. You can vaguely see the coach and Jacaerys and arguing as they struggle to come up with an effective game plan. You can faintly tell the realization, like a light bulb turning on, that dawns on Jacaerys’ face. He pulls his coach and his team in closely, his lips curled into a smile as he goes over something that might tip the balances in their favor. As soon as they break and halftime ends, Ebon Valor becomes much more aggressive, taking and holding a one point lead even as their opposition ramps up and tries to match their intensity. “Mr. Velaryon has requested you all move down to the field.” His liaison says as he ushers you all from the VIP box to benches on field. From here you can see the clock ticking, it has 30 seconds left, and the teams are tied. Jacaerys makes one last play, 20 seconds left. The ball flies through the air, 10 seconds left. Jacaerys charges, rushing through people, 9 seconds left. He bobs and weaves through the holes in their defenses, 7 seconds left.
Jacaerys can hear the deep stomps behind him as he rushes to the end field, 5 seconds left. He can feel their presence, their thirst, their overwhelming desire to win. It doesn’t hold a candle to his, it doesn’t even compare in the slightest, what’s an ant hill to a mountain? Jacaerys’ desire to claim you publicly has taken over, his alpha is forcing his body to reach his limits and break through them, 4 seconds left. Jacaerys can feel another rush of energy as he hears you cheer him on. He can distinctly make it out among the symphony of cheers, 3 seconds left. His legs move faster than they ever have, he rushes, down the field, managing to put distance between him and his pursuers, 2 seconds left. He jumps forward, body lunging like he’s diving, 1 single second left. The clock buzzes as the crowd goes wild, Jacaerys is in the end field, slamming the ball into the ground. Ebon Valor wins with a single point lead. He rushes back to the middle of the field. One of the Ebon Valor benched players, taps your shoulders. When you look to him, he points over to the middle of the field.
Your eyes drift over to Jacaerys, watching as he stands there arms stretched out. The two of you make eye contact and even though he didn’t say or make any sort of mention of this, you know exactly what he wants. Despite the fear that wells within from the parallels of this moment and your past fall out with Jacaerys, your legs start running over to him. Each step more hurried, more rushed than the last as you get closer and closer. You essentially tackle him, as your arms wrap around his waist. His hands go to your hips, as he picks you up and spins around, like he’s showing off his most prized possession. When he puts you down, one of his hands leaves your hip and goes to your chin. He angles your head to give you the most hungry, desperate, passionate, claiming kiss he’s ever given you, as the crowd erupts into gasps before they turn into excited cheers. ‘Good for you!’, ‘(Y/n) (F/I/L/N) was his someone special!?’, ‘they’re such couple goals oh my god!’, amongst the other positive responses. If there were any negative reactions, none of them were loud enough to penetrate the bubble of warmth and love Jacaerys had built around you two.
The media presence goes crazy, snapping photo after photo of the moment. It’s the #1 trending topic already, despite being so fresh. When Jacaerys pulls back, his eyes are so full of love and satisfaction. If anyone thought they could have you before, they know now you’re his, and that satisfies an itch Jacaerys didn’t know he was ignoring. He smiles bright, before picking you up and sitting you on his shoulder. He flexes his other arm with a bright goofy, boyish smile, it’s all encompassing you can see the flickers of everybody he use to be, before they combine into the man he is now. He doesn’t put you down until he has to, until he has to go shower and get ready for his post game media junket. “Coach Smith can (Y/n) join me at the press junket?” Jacaerys begs, nearly kneeling, still wet, towel barely holding on around his waist. “Jacaerys, no.” Smith says sternly. “I’m sure you’re excited, alpha pheromones raging from your public claim, but no. This is for the team. And I’m sure you’re already gonna get tons of questions about him already. It’s gonna be worse if he’s sitting right there next to you.” Smith elaborates.
Jacaerys stands up sighing. “I know. I’m just-“ he giggles like a teenager, “I’m so excited. You have no idea how hard it was keeping it a secret.” Jacaerys whispers. “I mean I knew cause Cregane told us, but a word of advice?” Smith laughs. “You gotta be more inconspicuous. It’s a miracle you two didn’t get caught with how lovey dovey the both of you were.” Smith says with a chortle. “Anyways, dry up and get out there. We’re not starting without you, and don’t think you can get out of this one.” He warns before leaving. Jacaerys didn’t hear much except for get ready. He walks over to his locker drying off, but before he puts on anything he snaps a photo of himself in all his glory, sending it to you.
9:25pm
Jacaerys: just for you 😘
Jacaerys: I’m gonna pay you back for every video and voice note you sent me when I couldn’t indulge. 😈
Jacaerys: also Coach said no. You can’t join me. I know you didn’t ask but I wanted you there with me. I mean you’re the whole reason I even won. ❤️
Read: 9:27pm
You: oh my god I can’t wait…
You: I’ve been waiting for this moment, you have no idea…
You: also real risky to send that photo knowing I’m around your parents.
You: they saw btw. I was showing them something when your photo came in 🫣
Read: 9:29pm
Jacaerys’ eyes bulge out of his head. “Oh my god noooooooo…” he groans as he lightly slams his head against the lockers. He locks his phone not even responding as he finishes getting ready before heading out to the wolves.
The moment he steps out he’s blinded by bursts of flashing camera lights. His hand flies to cover his eyes, as he squints and recoils from the lights. “God I guess this is why (Y/n) says to carry sunglasses everywhere.” Jacaerys muses, his other hand goes to his pocket to text you, but he feels something else by his phone. when he pulls it out, it’s a pair of shades. He smiles as he slips them on and heads to the table. The moment he sits down he’s inundated by questions, he can’t even tell apart who’s calling his name, it seems like it’s coming from everywhere. “One at a time please.” Smith says sternly into the mic, causing the crowd to calm down. “Also I’m allotting three, three personal questions for our player, Jacaerys, that’s it. If you didn’t get to ask tough luck. try to get him for a private interview on your own time.” Smith adds. The other players get questions about their training regiment, their thoughts on the plays and calls made by their QB, and they answer truthfully. The consensus is that without Jacaerys and Coach Smith’s leadership they probably wouldn’t be sitting here. “I have a question for Jacaerys.” A reporter says. “Yes?” Jacaerys responds. “What’s it like being (Y/n)’s other half?” He asks, hand twitch as he waits for Jacaerys answer. “It’s…,” Jacaerys pauses, a smile going across his face, “it’s a dream come true.” He says. “It’s everything I could’ve ever wanted and more.” He adds with lovesick glee. “And I don’t ever plan on letting him go. I hope he knows that.” Jacaerys laughs, before turning to the camera that feeds live into his VIP box. “I know you’re watching this, and I want you know I’m serious. I’m never letting you go.” He giggles, winking into that same camera.
Rhaenyra and Laenor each put a hand on your back as you sniffle and tear up. It hits harder than you thought it would. Hearing him so publicly claim you, and profess his love and devotion to you. When last you spoke to him in high school he lied, said it was wrong, said he could never love you, and now he’s wrapped around your finger. It’s like balm on a wound you didn’t know you have, and couldn’t reach on your own. The report nods before sitting down, the questions continue coming most are for the team at large. More answers about teamwork, leadership, and Jacaerys’ risky play style that somehow always pays off. “I have a question for Jacaerys.” Another reporter says. “Yes?” Jacaerys answers. “How long have you two been together and why did you hide it?” She asks. “Thats two questions, but I’ll answer it as one,” Jacaerys pauses, before looking to his Coach, “unless of course Coach wants to count it as two?” He asks sheepishly. “I’ll count it as one since this reporter got greedy.” Coach Smith says strongly. “We’ve been together since—let’s see…” Jacaerys pauses, trying to recall the exact time frame, “(Y/n)’s tour in Europe, when that photo of us hugging backstage leaked.” He reveals, as the reporters gasp. “And we hid it, because we wanted to. We wanted to take our time without worrying about the public and press. Simple as that.” Jacaerys says with a smile.
The questions continue to pour in giving Jacaerys time to breathe as they hammer away at the other players. “I have the final question for Jacaerys Velaryon.” A reporter boldly states. “Lay it on me.” Jacaerys says confidently. “How does it feel, as an alpha, to know your omega is so much more successful than you are?” They ask. “Surely as the one ingrained to protect and to provide, that must be a sour spot for you.” Their tone was even and measured, but their words slice through the unspoken decorum everyone was contributing to. “Watch yourself before we have security throw you out.” Cregane nearly snarls into his mic. “That was unnecessarily rude, someone else come forward with a question, Jacaerys won’t dignify that with a response.” Smith speaks up immediately waving security to come handle it. “Actually Coach I’d like to respond.” Jacaerys says speaking into the mic. “If you had asked me that a few years ago, when I was in high school, or starting college, when I was an insecure little piss-ant, you might’ve riled me up.” Jacaerys says strongly, his disdain evident. “But me right now, sitting before you, I’m glad and beyond proud of what my omega has accomplished.” Jacaerys says proudly. “And he was, is, and always will be (Y/n) (F/I/L/N), with or without me. He made a name for himself from the ground up, and I won’t let you dismiss that, nor let myself feel small because of it.” Jacaerys asserts. “Security please remove them, they’ve overstayed their welcome.” He adds getting that reporter escorted out.
“Wait I was just-“ they’re flanked by two security guards, already pushing them towards the exit, “it was just-“ they have the mic snatched out of their hand, as security takes them outside. They watch as the reporter causes a small scene before finally leaving. “Jacaerys really has come a long way hasn’t he?” Rhaenyra says tearfully. “He really has.” Laenor adds just as broken up. “He’s everything to me.” Your voice cracks. “He’s really become everything I could’ve ever wanted.” You say with a sob that breaks into a heartfelt giggle. “He changed for me.” You say finally taking that in. He changed for you. “Give me a second I gotta end that guy’s career.” You say walking away grabbing your phone. Rhaenyra and Laenor lock eyes with a worried stare as you exit. You dial your mom up immediately. The line rings once before she answers. “Hey honey! What’s going on?” Regina says chipper. “Oh you know…” you giggle. “Are you and dad watching the Super Bowl?” You ask nervously. “Ya‘know we normally don’t, but my mom instincts kicked in real hard this morning.” Your mom says seriously. “So we’re watching it right now.” She says expectantly. “We’ve been watching since it started.” She adds. “We saw everything.” She stresses. “Is there anything you wanna tell us hun?” Regina questions softly.
Your breathing catches. You can’t say any of the words you want to. “(Y/n) listen, It’sokay.” Regina whispers. “I know I’m not his biggest fan, and I can’t lie and say I’m not afraid of what he’ll do to you given what happened last time.” She says gingerly. “Your father and I…we almost lost you. You know it took everything in us to pull you back from the edge.” She elaborates. “But if he makes you happy, I want you to tell me that.” Her voice cracks. “Not to make this about me, but how do you think I feel? Seeing all this happen, play out from a TV screen states away?” You can hear her lip quivering. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t come to me or your father, to tell us about whatever’s going on in your life. You know that right?” You can hear her sniffles coming through the phone. “I know mom.” You say weeping. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You manage to get out. “I wanted to! I really did, but I wanted to see where things went first.” You admit. “Then things got more serious and before I knew it I couldn’t find the right time to bring it up.” You say sorrowfully. “I’m sorry you had to see it through the TV, and not hear it from me directly.” You say softly. “It’s okay baby, I love you, you know that?” Regina asserts. “So do I!” Antonio projects loud enough for you to hear him. “Yeah, I love you guys too.” You giggle.
“So tell me…does he make you happy? Do you love him?” Regina asks timidly. You pause, feeling the weight of the words bend your rib cage. “Yeah…” you whisper. “I do love him. With all my heart.” You say softly. “Good.” Regina laughs. “He told you? Am I suppose to know or wait?” You can hear your father asking in the background. “Yeah he did Antonio.” Regina says happily. “Bring him over sometime. You know your dad and I gotta do the whole ‘what are your intentions with my son?’ spiel.” Regina says with a laugh. “And put the fear of god in him if he thinks he’ll get away with hurting you twice!” Antonio shouts. “I’ll bring him home soon.” You say giddily. “Oh! Do you guys wanna see Rhaenyra and Laenor again? I know they both miss you.” You ask softly. “You know what, sure. Bring them too. We can have a little reunion.” Regina says with an open mind. “So what’d ya call me for? Cause I have a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t to tell me about you and Jacaerys.” She says with a knowing tone. “Well you’re right about that, since you’re watching the game did you see the last question that guy asked Jacaerys?” You ask strongly. “Yeah. I saw it. I know him, he works for one of the competitors.” She says confused. “I want him to be persona non grata. Black list him, I don’t really care which, do both in fact. I don’t want him to even be able to get press clearance to cover a kid’s lemonade stand.” You say passionately. “Ooo, (Y/n) have I ever said how proud I am of you?” Regina says sweetly. “Oh yeah multiple times.” You giggle. “Good cause I mean it, but you’re a little spit fire just like I was back in the day.” She laughs. “I’ll get it done. Let me know which days you’re all gonna come so I can get the guest rooms and guest home prepped.” Regina says cheerful. “Okay! Will do, love you mom. Tell dad I said I love you.” You sweetly spoke. “I love you too (Y/n)!” Antonio shouts. “Well he heard you sweetie. Have fun, love ya.” Regina says as she hangs up.
You take a breath collecting yourself before entering the VIP box again. When you enter you see Rhaenyra and Laenor holding Jacaerys down. “What’s going on?” You ask worried. “Oh (Y/n) thank god.” Rhaenyra says exhausted. “Look Jace! See? He’s right here he didn’t leave.” She whispers. You can see Jacaerys’ eyes are dilated, he’s not all the way here. “I’ve got this. Why don’t you all give us some privacy.” You say softly, approaching, watching as Rhaenyra, Laenor, Lucerys, and Joffrey leave. “Jace what’s wrong?” You whisper, watching as his shoulders heave from the ragged breaths he was taking. You slowly sit on his lap, pulling his face up to the crux of your neck. Your scent diffusing into calming waves, that slowly wash over him and dial his stress back. His body only just starts to uncoil, relax, as if he can’t bring himself to be calm without you. You can feel Jacaerys silently crying into your neck. “Thought—“ a sob breaks his voice, “thought you…” you can feel his lips curl into a frown, before feeling his teeth bite his bottom lip, “left.” He manages to get out. “Why would you think that?” You ask sweetly. You hold Jacaerys’ head to your chest as it rumbles, hoping it calms the spiraling alpha.
“Mom told me—“ he takes a shuddering breath. “You called your mom.” He says tearfully. “I wasn’t sure why, I didn’t know if it was because you didn’t like how I answered those questions, or if they’d convince you to leave me, because they don’t like me, or-” he gasps, “or-“ he can’t catch his breath. You lean down, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s okay Jace. Take your time. I’m here, and if I have to go anywhere you’ll know, and if you’re able you can come with me.” You say sweetly. Jacaerys face scrunches up like he’s gonna sob harder, as he buries his face into your chest. “Jace you know why I disappeared the first time.” You say softly, not wanting to remind him. “You haven’t been like in years. I feel safe by your side, and honestly sometimes I never want to leave it.” You whisper, playing with his hair. “I feel loved by you, cherished by you. You’ve done a great job not only changing, but proving you’re committed to me.” You say softly. “I won’t just up and leave like that again.” You say confidently. Jacaerys sniffles, before tentatively meeting your eyes. “You promise?” He asks tearfully. “I do, I promise.” You say gingerly cupping his face. “In fact if it makes you feel better my parents want to meet you.” You say sweetly.
Jacaerys hand shakily reach up and around your chest, and pull you even closer, as if he’s trying to join you in your skin. “When I realized you were gone I didn’t know what’d I do…” he whispers, body still slowly unwinding. “I was at your house- old house in the dead of night pounding away at the door thinking your dad or you would answer.” He takes a shuddering breath. “And it wasn’t him. Or you.” He gets out. “It was some stranger, some people I’d never seen before.” He recounts. “I thought I’d never get to see you again, I-I thought it was all for nothing because I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else, I couldn’t imagine continuing in life if I couldn’t at least say ‘I’m sorry’ and all the other things I wanted to.” Jacaerys sobs, his hand hesitantly going to your face, like he’s scared he’s gonna push you away. You take his hand and press it firmly to your cheek, nuzzling in to it and scenting his palm. “I love you so much (Y/n) sometimes it scares me because I feel like I’m gonna fuck up.” He cries. “I love you too Jacaerys. With my whole being. And sometimes I feel the same way. Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough to stand by your side, but then I remember you chose me. You wanted me. In the same I want you, and I choose you.” You shakily say. “Sometimes I think I’m gonna fuck this up, but I think it’s okay if we fuck up. We’re people…this is bound to get messy at some point.” You giggle pressing your forehead against his. “We just have to sit in it. Hold each other a while. And then clean it up, together.” You softly say.
Jacaerys’ tears keep falling even as he puts a smile on his face. “Yeah.” He says softly, curling into your side. “You’re so handsome even when you cry.” You coo, scratching his head. You pull him down as you lay back, keeping his head in the crux of your neck. “You really think I am?” He whispers as he settles in and gets comfortable. “Oh absolutely, you look so good.” You giggle. “You don’t think that I’m less of a man, less of an alpha for it?” He asks even quieter. “Absolutely not.” You assert tilting his head up. “I think it makes you more of a man, more an alpha.” You proclaim. “You have to be so strong to go against what society tells you, or what you feel you need to do.” You whisper. “And even if other people think or say that, I don’t and I never will.” You kiss the crown of his head. Jacaerys smiles brighter as he wraps his arms around you. “I feel kinda silly now, freaking out like that.” He says trying to snuggle even closer. “Don’t, I understand Jace. It’s just how our minds and bodies react sometimes.” You whisper letting him get all the comfort he needs.
“How’d I ever get so lucky…” Jacaerys whispers against your neck. “Hm?” You grunt. “Just wondering how I ended up with such an amazing, loving, omega like you?” He says a little louder. “I don’t think you got lucky.” You giggle, even as he looks at you confused and a little hurt. “I mean you worked for this right? You wove these threads together, built up this future, our present, with all your hard work unlearning all the toxic things that were ingrained in you.” You say lovingly. “I don’t think this was luck, you put this together for you, for me,” you kiss him again, “for us.” You whisper. Jacaerys just giggles like a school boy. “Yeah you’re right about that. I didn’t stop looking for you until I found you.” He says giddily. “And even after I thought I had lost you I threw a Hail Mary right at the end.” Jacaerys says happily. “And look at us, inseparable since then huh?” He asks cheerful. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I really do love you Jacaerys.” You say affectionately. “I love you, (Y/n). And I’ll never get tired of saying it.” He giggles.
Jacaerys jumps up, pulling you up with him in one swift, giddy motion. “Wait- Your mom and dad want to see me?!” He says equal parts nervous and excited. “Yeah they do.” You say softly. “I won’t lie to you, but get ready to grovel. I’m sure they’re not gonna be super chill to just forget everything that happened…” you pause looking into his eyes, “they know how happy you make me, they know how much I love you, so that should make them a bit easier to deal with.” You giggle. “I’d deal with whoever for however long for you.” Jacaerys responds with that goofy lovesick smile stretched across his face. “When are we going?” He asks excited. “Well I can tell my mom we’ll go to visit next week?” You say thinking. “I can buy all the tickets, have them fly out next week, while you and I head there early.” You suggest. “Mmmm no I’ll buy all the tickets don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” Jacaerys says warmly, gently flicking your nose as he does. “But why would we fly out before my parents?” He asks. “I mean do you really wanna have whatever conversation you’re gonna have with my parents with yours present?” You giggle. Jacaerys groans loudly, dropping his head onto your chest. “I hadn’t thought about that.” He says muffled. “I bet.” You say sweetly. “Alright let’s do it, we can leave tonight. I asked Coach Smith if he needed me at all and he said no, but that I better be on time for training camp.” Jacaerys chortles, he slowly stops before his eyes widen. “Oh god…” Jacaerys says deflating a tiny bit. “I’m gonna have to look your mom in her eyes after everything…” He says with a shiver. “It’s not like her gaze will turn you to stone.” You laugh. “No but it might make me wish it had.” He says with a chuckle.
The two of you enjoy the comfort of each other’s body heat and scents. A heady mixture that goes straight to the muscle tension and forces it to relax, unclench. A knock at the door pulls your attentions. “Is Jacaerys still losing his shit? We wanna go home.” Joffrey asks sticking his head into the VIP box. He narrows his eyes when he sees the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms. “Broooo for real?” He says exhausted, deadpanned. “You couldn’t save that for when you guys got home?” Joffrey says equal parts annoyed, equal parts glad his brother has calmed down. “Joffrey don’t tell me they’re in they’re doing what I think they’re doing.” Rhaenyra says as she, Laenor, Lucerys, and Joffrey barge in. “Oh I’m so saving this for the wedding photo slide.” Lucerys says snapping a few photos as you and Jacaerys detangle from one another. “Lucerys, I swear, if if you post that-“”Fine I won’t!” Lucerys cuts in. “And you better send them to me or else!” Jacaerys threatens. “So we have some news.” You say with a nervous giggle. “We’re not about to become grandparents are we?” Rhaenyra says half excited half worried over the logistics of you two taking care of a baby.
“No!” You and jacaerys shout. “Not yet at least.” You both add. “My mom said she wanted to see him, and we thought why not make it a whole family trip.” You say excited. “What?” Rhaenyra says breathlessly. “Antonio and Regina want to see us?” Laenor says shakily. “Yeah, they do.” You say warmly. “I’ll buy the tickets for next week, you’ll spend about…?” Jacaerys looks to you. “A week or two?” You suggest. “Two weeks, in Beverly Hills, California.” Jacaerys says brightly. “You’ll be in the lap of luxury.” You add happily. “What about you two?” Rhaenyra asks. “We’ll probably fly out tonight.” Jacaerys says sheepishly. “And I already bought the tickets.” You say sticking your tongue out at him. “They’re on me next time (Y/n)! You can’t just keep splurging on first class seats!” Jacaerys giggles as he tackles you again, blowing raspberries on your neck. “Ugh, booooo get a room.” Joffrey drawls. “So who’s starting the wedding photo montage? Should I send them to you or dad? Or am I putting it together?” Lucerys asks as he films the whole ordeal. “Oh you for sure. You’ll be able to get the bests shots, and we’ll send what we get.” Laenor laughs. “Help me!” You manage to get out through your nonstop laughter.
When Jacaerys decides he’s punished you enough, he peels himself off, and helps you to your feet. “Well, we can celebrate your monumental win, in Beverly Hills. I’m sure (Y/n)’s parents would be more than happy and willing to put something together.” Rhaenyra says as you all begin to exit the stadium. “And if they aren’t, I am!” You say giddily. Rhaenyra can’t help but smile to herself, it’s like everything had fallen into place. For Jacaerys and for you. You all hug and exchange heartfelt goodbyes as you and Jacaerys rush to your Airbnb, to pack up and get ready for the flight. The two of you silently check each other’s bags, you know he usually forgets his passport so you slide it into the front pocket of his backpack. He knows you usually forget your AirPods, not that you use them on the flight, but he knows you hate leaving them behind, so he slips them into your backpack, right next to your near limitless wallet. “Ready?” You both ask each other at the same time. “I am, you?” You ask sweetly. Jacaerys takes your hand into his. “Now I am.” He says softly, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
The car ride to the airport feels short as Jacaerys has you draped across his lap, his hands playing with your hair. He loves the way you giggle and instinctively try and press your head into his hand when he stops. He keeps drawing a heart shape into the crown of your head, his alpha relishing and responding to your purring. The Uber slows to a stop, right outside your terminal. “Hey (Y/n)…” Jacaerys coos, lightly tapping your face, “we’re here.” He softly says. You nearly headbutt him from how quick you shot up. “Let’s go! We have to get through security!” You say hopping out. “Woah it’s okay we’re early.” Jacaerys assures, holding onto the strap of your backpack, keeping you in place. “Oh right.” You sighed softly. The two of you walk through security, you’re not whisked away, but the two of you definitely skirt through the whole process, resting momentarily in the private lounge before a flight attendant comes to get the two of you. You both wordlessly follow her, settling into first class, buckling in and waiting for the plane to take off. As soon as it does, and the belt light turns off, you’re reclining your seat until it turns into a bed. “Jace are you sleepy?” You mumble, fighting the sleep that’s already taken hold in your eyes. “Not really why?” Jacaerys teases. “I want you to hold me while I sleep…” you mumble, it’s a losing fight. Jacaerys doesn’t keep teasing you, you can feel the divider sinking until it’s level with the seats. You feel his strong arm drape around you, as he pulls you closer into his body. He kisses your forehead, his scent clouding the worries, and the nightmare that was brewing. You snuggle into his neck, your warm breath soothing him. “Should be illegal to be this adorable.” He mumbles against your skin. “Sweet dreams (Y/n).” He sighs contentedly. “I really hope your parents can love me again.” He whispers, as his eyes flutter shut.
As usual a flight attendant woke up Jacaerys, who then as gingerly as he could slowly roused you awake. “Baby~” he cooed into your ear. He watched as your eyes twitched, your face slowly going from that undisturbed blissful sleep to annoyed at being woken up. He bite back a giggle as your brow furrowed. “Hmm?” You grunted equal parts sleepy and annoyed. “Baby we’re about to land. The seats gotta go up.” Jacaerys said softly. “Don’t wanna.” You mumbled, fisting at his shirt to keep him from getting up. “Don’t be like that (Y/n),” he leaned down kissing your forehead, “come on, you have to wake up now.” He said, slowly raising your seat. “I’m so tired…” you whined, getting up early when you weren’t on tour was a whole battle, something Jacaerys had mastered at home, but was still figuring out on a plane. “I know babe, I know.” He said as the seat finished going to the upright position. Jacaerys reached over buckling you in, and pulling you to rest your head against his shoulder. “I have to make sure we’re safe first, I’ll wake you once we really land.” Jacaerys whispers as his scent blooms in your olfactory, easing away the annoyance as you blissfully fall asleep again.
The plane landing was mundane, but some last minuet turbulence had Jacaerys’ instincts going haywire. How could he protect you from something he can’t fight? Something he can’t touch? Something that was literally a force of nature, his arm shot out to hold you against your seat, make sure you don’t lurch forward. While his other hand grasped the armrest with a grip that could nearly tear it cleanly from the seat. His scent turned with worry, fear, indignation, and shame. Even though he knew logically he couldn’t do anything about the turbulence, it still burned him as an alpha. The sulfurous odor woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open, as your omega screamed at you. ‘Alpha needs help.’, ‘Alpha needs us.’, ‘Alpha needs you.’ You turned to Jacaerys taking his hand in yours. “Is’ okay.” You yawned. “Just some turbulence.” You mumbled, pulling his hand to your face, putting your check in his palm and nuzzling against it. “Can’t touch us.” You yawned again, blinking hard to get rid of the sleep still stuck in your eyes. “I know (Y/n). I know.” Jacaerys managed to get out. As your scent sweetened and corralled him, wrapping him up in your loving aroma he managed to relax, bringing his other hand to play with yours. The two of you took deep breaths, exhaling and calming down as the plane finally landed.
The flight attendant came back, letting the two of you know you could disembark first. Jacaerys hauled the two of you out of there as quick as he could, not wanting to spend another moment in that plane. As you two pushed through security, like a family at an amusement park with the highest fast pass available, you respond to texts, and post a story on your social media accounts. “I think I see someone waiting for us.” Jacaerys says squinting and staring into the crowd. “Or you more likely.” He laughs. You narrow your gaze and spot a man in a suit, holding a sign with your name. Onlyyour name. “I’m sure that’s just an oversight.” You said trying to convince yourself more than him. “I’m sure.” He giggled as the two of you approached. “Ah Master (Y/n). It’s good to see you again.” Adam said chipper. “It’s good to see you Adam.” You greeted with a handshake. “This is Jacaerys Velaryon.” You said, Adams’s smile dropped for a second before going back up. “Yes, I’ve been made aware.” He said tersely. “Here allow me.” Adam said taking your bags, as Jacaerys timidly tried to decide between giving him his bag too Adam gave him the once over. “You can put your bag in the back.” He said as he walked over and opened the trunk. He placed your things down and waited for Jacaerys to do the same. “Right.” Jacaerys laughed before putting his things away and getting in the car with you.
As soon as Adam gets in the car, you lean forward whispering something Jacaerys can’t hear. “But Master (Y/-“”No buts!” You immediately shot back. Not rude, or commandeering, more akin to reprimanding a child? Or a boss scolding his employee? Or something in the middle? Either way when you lean back and into Jacaerys arms, Adam clears his throat. “So…” Adam grits his teeth, “I’ve been informed you won the Super Bowl?” He asks with all the enthusiasm he can muster. “Yeah! We just flew in from there.” Jacaerys says happily. “That’s a nice big crowning achievement, I’d say.” Adam responds. “I wouldn’t go that far, my nice big crowning achievement, is right here next to me.” Jacaerys giggles like a child as he presses his lips into your hair. “You’re so goofy Jace.” You giggle. “Yeaaah, but you love me anyways.” He laughs, pulling you closer, fingers tapping at your side like he’s gonna tickle you. “Yeah I do.” You say leaning further into him. Adam watches with scrutinizing eyes as the two of you exude all the love that’s been building for nearly a year. But more than that Adam is studying your posture, your scent, your reaction. None of it says forced, none of it seems like an act you’ve put on. He can see you’re genuinely in love, and he knows on a deeper level, Jacaerys is helplessly wrapped around your finger. He can see flickers of your mother and father, in the way you and Jacaerys love each other.
The car zooms along the streets of Beverly Hills, with Jacaerys snapping photos to send to his parents. Of course some habits never die as he sneaks photos of you, and when you notice you’ll just pose or blow him a kiss, until he turns to snap something else. He’s already making a mental note of which restaurants he wants to take you to, which stores he wants to go shopping in, and which stores he’s gonna use to spoil you. “Oh Adam, can we stop at the Cartier store really quick?” Jacaerys asks. Before Adam can respond Jacaerys turns to you. “Your parents like Cartier right?” He asks nervously. “My mom does. My dad prefers Dior.” You recounted, thinking of their collections. “Perfect there’s a Dior just a few stores down from the Cartier.” Jacaerys says as he looks at the shops. “We’ll make a stop then.” Adam says. The car slows as you and Jacaerys run inside, you help him pick pieces both your mother and father would like. Before rushing back to the car. “Have you found everything you need?” Adam asks as he starts the car again. “Yes, I think they’ll like what I’ve chosen.” Jacaerys says hopeful.
“I’m sure they’ll find it acceptable.” Adam says as he starts the drive back home. Jacaerys looks in awe at the sheer immensity of the homes. He thought his house was huge, and your old home even huger, but these eclipse both of those. “Your parents live here?” He asks breathless. “Yeah, uhm but their house is down the street.” You say absentmindedly, as you look to your neighbors. “Actually, not to brag- well kinda bragging, their home, is the biggest in the neighborhood.” You say with a smile and a giggle. “It’s bigger than any of these?” Jacaerys says with disbelief. “Oh yeah.” You laugh as your home comes into view. “Right there, see?” You say pointing to it. To Jacaerys you might as well live in a castle, he hasn’t seen anything so opulent, so luxurious, it’s crazy, mind boggling. But also it makes so much sense? Your tastes, your extravagant-ness, it all adds up, and even though he can feel the clear difference, it just reinforces how much love there is between you two. Because you don’t expect this level of expense from him, but he wants to provide it. The car coming to a stop jolts Jacaerys from his thoughts.
Jacaerys gets out of the car giving you a hand as you come out. He looks at the house, taking it all in. He can feel himself trembling at the thought of sitting down with your parents, the thought that he might not be able to provide this for you. You squeeze his hand tightly. “Hey.” You whisper as he looks to you, his eyes seem crazed, like he’s at the edge. “Hey.” He manages to get out. “You know I love you, right?” You ask sweetly. “Yeah.” He says softly. “You know I love you” You stress the word, “right?” You ask again. Jacaerys smiles because it doesn’t need to be said, it doesn’t need to be spoke aloud. He can read it plainly between the lines, and on the palm of your hand. “Yeah. I love you too.” He says kissing your temple. Jacaerys takes a breath before heading over to the trunk to grab the bags. “I think not Mr. Velaryon. I’ll see to it that your things are placed in the guest room.” Adam says shooing him and you away and up to the house. “Thank you Adam.” Jacaerys says with a smile, before grabbing your hand and starting the arduous journey inside.
You both walk up to the door and before either of you can knock, the door opens. “(Y/n)! Welcome back! We missed you!”
Joanna squeals as she pulls you in for a hug. She looks you over before turning to jacaerys. “My, my, and who is this?” She asks sweetly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Be nice.” You jokingly warn. “Joanna,” you take Jacaerys’ hand, “this is Jacaerys. Jacaerys this is Joanna. She’s the cook, but she’s so much more. I adore her.” You gush. You turn to Joanna who seems shell shocked albeit trying to handle this well. Jacaerys doesn’t miss her reaction as it seems to settle in there’s not a single person here who doesn’t know who is and what your shared history is. “Joanna it’s nice to meet you. (Y/n) has said so many wonderful things about you.” Jacaerys says stretching his hand out. He can see her tense before her arm robotically, almost like she’s fighting against what she wants and playing nice like you asked. “Nice to meet you Jacaerys. Should you need anything please feel free to explore and find it.” She says. “Joanna.” You say more disappointed than angry. “You didn’t let me finish!” She adds with a laugh that’s clearly forced. “Or please let me know so I can be of assistance. If you’re hungry for anything in particular please let me know.” She says before turning to head back to the kitchen. “I’ve made refreshments and snacks, help yourself.” She says as she returns with two trays.
As she leaves, Jacaerys exhales. “Are you okay?” You ask cautiously. “I know this can’t be easy.” You add, rubbing his back. “I’m okay. I knew this was gonna be an uphill battle, I just—“ he sighs, “I don’t know. It’s hard because like I get it, trust me. If I could go back I’d slap some sense into me, myself.” He laughs. “I just thought they’d give me more of a chance.” He says with a sad smile. “But don’t worry, I’m not down or out for the count, I just have to try harder to prove myself.” He says tilting your head back for a kiss. Your eyes are half lidded, as you stabilize yourself with his shoulders. You drag your hand down to his chest, drawing a small circle. “Do you want me to show you around?” You ask softly. “No, I think I wanna explore if that’s fine?” He asks warmly. “Yeah of course, let me at least show you the guest room.” You say letting him pull away. “Thanks (Y/n).” He says as you take his hand. You point to different rooms, different halls, explaining what’s what. You make it a point to make sure he knows how many bathrooms there are in case he can’t find one. You finally come upon one of the many guest rooms, opening the door to show him.
The room is enormous, at least compared to anything he’s seen before. “Sorry it’s kinda small, but it’s bigger than the other guest rooms.” You say apologetically. “Don’t worry about it, this is more than enough space.” Jacaerys says softly. “So how do you like it?” You ask as Jacaerys sits on the bed. “It’s very nice. The bed is super comfy.” He says as his hands go behind his head. “Are you gonna be able to sleep here alone?” You whisper. “Probably not, but I’ll try to get use to it.” Jacaerys says determined. “At least until they warm up to me…” He whispers, “then we can push my luck by sleeping in the same bed.” He giggles. “Oh, yeah?” You sultrily ask, straddling him on the bed. You lean forward kissing him, while your hands grab his and move them to your hips. “If you think this bed is comfy, just wait until you test mine out.” You giggle, lightly grinding down. “Mmmm…” He bites back a groan, his hands grip your hips tighter. “Yeah? That’s what you want?” He asks pushing up with his hips. “Want your parents to hear how I make you beg for it?” He sultrily asks. “Want them to hear how I make you mine?” He huskily asks. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like in my bed.” You say breathlessly. “You really think they’ll ever let close enough for this?” He throatily asks, his hand sliding down to grip one of your plush mounds of flesh. You can hear the insecurity brewing in his voice. Even now, as he’s mere steps away from Nirvana. “They know how much I love you, they might want to stop it but they won’t.” You groan leaning down to kiss him passionately. Remind of what he’s worth to you.
His hand goes up to your chin, slowly pushing you back. You can feel his desire under you, and he can feel yours pressing against his abs. “Not now.” He says breathily, as he shifts you to lay next to him. “I gotta focus on making amends with your parents.” He whispers, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. “I don’t think them hearing you scream my name when I haven’t even said so much as ‘Hi’ to them wouldn’t work in my favor.” He giggles pulling away. You whine and pout before he makes you giggle. “You’re right. I know you are.” You sigh. “I’ll go find them, while you look around?” You ask. “Sounds like a plan.” He says, sitting up and resting against the palm of his hand. “Alright.” You say with a smile, getting up and walking to the door. “You coming with?” You ask when you see he hasn’t moved. “I—uh— I’m gonna wait till my uh—problemgoes down.” He laughs, a little embarrassed. “I could always help.” You giggle, leaning on the doorway. “Back seductor! Back I say!” He giggles as you feign being insulted before giggling and leaving him. He leans back against the bed thinking of anything that’ll make his littl- huge friend go down.
When his problem does finally relax, he gets up and wanders through the house. He memorized which rooms were bathrooms and which were…entertainment rooms? He doesn’t remember, but as he explores he finds a playroom. There’s photos of you from before you moved to Drake’s Hollow. “Oh my god he’s so adorable…” Jacaerys swoons internally, taking out his phone and snapping shots of your baby photos. He sends them to Lucerys, having found out he’s starting a wedding photo montage. He exits the play room, and slowly shuts the door. He manages to avoid running into house employees, a feat he’s thankful for. He figures if he speaks to your parents first and they forgive him, or at least warm up even a little their staff should follow suit. As he continues down the hall he comes upon a music room. There’s a grand piano in the center of it all. There’s countless photos of you on stage from when you were in choir. You’d even earned awards for it. Jacaerys’ face falters and cracks. Why hadn’t he been there to celebrate you the way you had been for him? He knows the answer and yet it doesn’t hurt any less. It somehow hurts more knowing you had these accolades and never mentioned them, despite always asking him how his games went and if he won any thing for it. Had he ever asked you? Were you waiting for him to ask you in return? Did it hurt when he never did?
He stops at one photo, like it was calling out to him, it’s dated. He stares intently at it trying to figure out why it’s pulling his attention. He zooms in on your face, he knows that expression. You had either cried before it was taken, or were fighting the tears back. He swears he can almost see the tear stains down your cheek. Then it hits him he recognizes the outfit you’re wearing. It’s the same one you wore at the last concert you ever sent him a video of. He opens his phone scrolling all the way back to when you were still sending him those videos. He finds the outfit pic. You’d sent it to him letting him know this is what you’d look like on stage. Then the message after was a video reassuring him it was okay he couldn’t make it. He couldn’t figure out why he felt compelled to click the video but he did. When it finally loaded it wasn’t your singing, it was some meme, some reaction you had saved. He didn’t bother watching it then, he had just sent the same message he always did. ‘You sound amazing! Send me your concert dates so I can make the next one!’. His arms fall to his side as he fits the puzzle pieces together. Had you realized it? Had you found out he never watched your videos? Had you realized he never intended on going to any of your concerts? Is that why you look so pained in this photo? Because you learned that even the bare minimum support he would text you was fabricated? Just enough to get you to leave him alone without being mean or dismissive?
Was it on purpose? Had you sent that meme instead of a video to test him? Had he failed? No. He knows you well enough, he realizes it had to be an accident. He scrolls down trying to find the next outfit the next video of your choir concert, but he finds nothing. No concert dates, no outfit checks to let him know what you’d look like onstage, no video for him to have ignored and sent a copy/pasted message. Just text after text congratulating him on his wins, hopes that he goes further and further. Well wishes that he accomplishes what he’s setting out to. After that accidental slip up, he knew you realized it. Why else would there suddenly be nothing from your performances immediately after that video? He scrolls back up to the video before that accidental meme, he watches with bated breath as it loads.
“And today we have a very special performer, the choir club leader! (Y/n) (L/n)!” The announcer on stage echoed. “He’s written an original song, for someone special, he hopes they’re in the audience.” The announcer raises his eyebrows, putting a hand to his forehead to block the light as he looks out into the sea of people. “Without further delay, a round of applause to give our little songwriter some courage…” The announcer waits as the room erupts with cheers.
Jacaerys can hear Antonio’s voice as he booms out encouragement.
“(Y/n) (L/n)!” The announcer proclaims as he backs off stage. The curtain draws as you approach the mic. You don’t bother looking into the audience, you approach the mic, grasping it as you take a breath.
You start singing a song Jacaerys can’t recognize. It’s one he hasn’t heard before, nor is it on your only album. Jacaerys watches as you go through the song with precision, controlled grace. His eyes widen, his fingers tap twice on screen, rewinding, making sure he’s hearing correctly.
“(F/I/Y/N) + J, we go together better than peanut butter and jelly!” You sing so passionately so sweetly, dancing through the chorus and flowing to the end with such impeccable timing. Your eyes narrow as you look out to the audience. Your face slowly falls, cracking as you realize the one person you wanted more than anything to hear your song wasn’t there. Your eyes find your dad, you stare into the camera trying to brighten up, but the pain the hurt can’t be hidden, not to Jacaerys.
Jacaerys can feel his heart shattering, he feels worser than he has before. You wrote him a love song? Even if the lyrics were kinda cringey, and nothing like what you’d write today, it hurts worse than anything. You poured your love and affection into songs. You labored and wrote something for him. A song he didn’t bother coming to listen to, a labor he stuck his nose up at, you laid your heart bare at a concert, when you were probably no where near as confident as you are today, for him. Only to realize in real time he didn’t think it worth it to go.
Jacaerys hits play again, in some sick or loving form of punishment.
“Isn’t he talented?” The announcer probes, as the audience cheers and claps. “Tell me (Y/n) is your special someone here with us?” He asks, putting the mic to your mouth.
Jacaerys can see the way your jaw tightens, the way you blink a little quicker like you’re blinking tears away.
You don’t speak, you can’t. You shake your head, even as you try to plaster a smile, like a bandaid, over the heartache. “Aww, well I’m sure they just had to step out for a moment. They must be overwhelmed to hear something so sweet and touching.” The announcer says sweetly, patting your back.
Jacaerys can see it, he brings his phone right up to his eyes. He zooms in, he can see it. A single tear falling, making it past your calculated defenses.
You can feel your sadness leaking down your cheek. Your jaw tightens, as your smile gets wider, despite the light in your eyes dimming. “Yeah. They must’ve gone to the bathroom. I’ll go check on them.” You manage to get out without your voice breaking. “Let’s give another round of applause for (Y/n) and his bravery!” The announcer says happily. You walk backstage and off screen to their thunderous applause.
The video goes black, it ended right there. With you going to mend the pieces of your heart. Jacaerys can feel his lips quivering as he fights the urge to cry. He scrolls back going further and further into the past, watching each video that’ll load, and he falls deeper and deeper realizing that wasn’t the only song you had written for him. Each song progressively informs him of your budding infatuation, before ending with your declaration of love. The last one you sent was the last one you preformed, maybe even wrote. Maybe that was your last straw? Pouring your heart out on stage hoping he’d catch it in his cup, only to look up and realize you’ve poured yourself onto the cold unforgiving ground.
Jacaerys feels like garbage. Lower than the dirt beneath his shoe. He wants to kick himself, but he takes a breath. He knows he sure as shit can’t make up for what he did and didn’t do. But he can make sure it doesn’t happen again. He puts his phone back in his pocket, before he continues to look through all the accolades. Behind a glass case he sees a notebook. He recognizes it. It was a notebook you carried around all the time, you never let him look in it though. He remembers all the times you had to be told to put it away. You would always scribble in it during class, lunch, you name it. When did you stop carrying it around? The question dies on his tongue. If he thinks back hard enough, he remembers he stopped seeing it around the same time this concert happened. Did you stop because of him? Even though you still loved him, did you stop whatever was in that book because of his constant absence? Jacaerys opens the glass case, hand reaching for the book even as his mind screams at him to stop. He opens the first page, and it’s like a knife to gut. It’s a love song you wrote for him. The lyrics are cheesy, and there’s scribbles and cross outs where you changed a lyric or two. There’s two dates on the page. One is at the top, he assumes, is when you wrote it. The other is by the bottom, dated a week after. A tiny note is scribbled next to it. You’d only see it if you held the book right up to your face.
‘People seemed to like it. He wasn’t there.’
That hits him like a punch to the gut, it makes him want to keel over and pray for forgiveness at your alter. The next page is the same thing, a different love song, two different dates, another note gauging the reaction of the audience and that haunting ‘He wasn’t there.’. Jacaerys swallows hard as he keeps flipping through the pages. The guilt and hurt mounting as the number of pages doesn’t seem to stop increasing. As he flips to page twenty eight, he recognizes the lyrics, this is the one you performed on stage. The structure of the page follows the last, his eyes drift to the bottom, looking to the date of the concert and the note you had written.
‘People seemed to like it. He wasn’t there. He never is. Maybe he doesn’t like my singing? Maybe I’m not as good as he says I am. Or maybe I’m just not good at writing songs. Is this how love is suppose to be? If I try harder he pulls away more. Should I stop caring? How do I stop caring for someone I love so much?’
It feels like a knife in his chest, twisting and twisting until it shreds the muscle. He flips the page and notices the time difference in dates. There’s a nine year gap between the last song you wrote, and the newest entry. You had written your debut album in this book. Jacaerys can’t hold back any longer, as his tears fall he shuts the book closed before any get on the pages. He places it back in the glass case before running into the nearest bathroom. He turns on the faucet and the shower as he sobs as quietly as he can. He feels his stomach turn with the wave of emotions, he gags, before rushing to the toilet and vomiting.
He’s not sure how long he’s been in the bathroom grief clouding his judgement, and the haze of the hot water disorienting him. He wanted to muddy his scent so you wouldn’t know, but now he’s worried you’ll find him like this. He looks in the mirror, he tries to straighten himself out, splashing cold water on his face. He shuts off the water dragging a hand through the fog. His face doesn’t betray him, he doesn’t look like he’s been crying. He clears his throat, trying to make sure he’s not hoarse, before he finally shuts off the water and exits. He cracks the door open before peeking out making sure the hall is clear when he exits. He closes the door to the music room, as he makes his way back to the living room. As soon as he enters his breathing catches. You’re sitting with your mom and dad, watching something on TV. You notice him first. “Hey babe, wanna join us?” You say excitedly. Jacaerys’ opens his mouth about to answer, but withers under the gaze Regina and Antonio toss him. “Uh yeah sure babe-“ Jacaerys freezes as Regina raises an eyebrow, he clears his throat, “yes (Y/n) I’d love to.” He rephrases as he sits down on the opposite couch. “So…” Regina pauses, “Jacaerys is it?” She says scornfully.
“Yes, that’s me, Mrs. (L/n).” Jacaerys says trying to sound strong, but he can barely meet her gaze. She grunts in approval. “John?” She projects. In mere seconds her house manager pops up. “Yes Mrs. (L/n)?” He says ready to serve. “Go tell Adam to prepare the car. (Y/n) has to put finishing details on his new album.” She says without ever breaking her staring match with Jacaerys’ forehead. “Huh? Can’t that wait until tomorrow?” You protest, knowing exactly what she’s doing. “Nope. I did what I could as momager, but the producer needs your final input.” She says softly. “So be a dear and go take care of that. It shouldn’t take more than an hour or two.” She says warmly. “Fine. Jace let’s go-“”Oh no he can stay. We could use the company. Isn’t that right Antonio?” Regina cuts you off. “It is darling.” Antonio responds staring daggers into Jacaerys. “Besides the producer won’t let any outsiders,” she looks Jacaerys up and dow n as she drawls the word, “in if you’re listening to an unreleased album.” She reveals. You grit your teeth looking to your parents and Jacaerys. “It’s fine (Y/n). Go I’ll be okay.” Jacaerys says warmly, despite the nerves eating away at him. “Jace you don’t have to do this…” you say softly coming up to him, placing a hand on his cheek. “I know…but I want to. I think it’s earned, don’t you?” He says sweetly, nuzzling into your hand. “Please go.” He adds. He watches with a smile as you grab your phone. “Mom, dad, please be nice to him.” You beg as you leave.
Regina stands walking over to the glass wall, watching as you and Adam board the car and drive away, until it disappears. She turns back to Jacaerys, arms behind her back. “You’ve got some nerve, you know that?” She says, the clicking of her heels punctuating exactly what she’s feeling. “Waltzing back into my son’s life like you deserve it.” She mirthlessly laughs. “What? Did you see how well he’s doing now and want to fuck that up for him?” She accuses, he tone sharp, pointed. “Or are you just using him to your benefit? His name and brand elevate yours by miles.” She elaborates. “I can’t figure out which angle it is because frankly I can’t put anything past you.” She says disgusted. “So what is it, hmm?” She challenges. Jacaerys takes a breath, he knew this was coming. “I love hi-“”Oh don’t give us that shit Jacaerys.” Antonio cuts in. “You knew he loved you, and you still humiliated him. You knew how much he cared for you, and you still went and posted that fucking video of him.” Antonio seethes. “What did the guilt get to be too much? Were you afraid of the NFL finding out about your past? Is that why you’re here stringing him along?” Antonio questions demandingly.
“Do you even have any fucking clue what it took to hold him together?” Regina fumes. “Do you know- can you even fathom what it’s like as a parent, to have to suicide proof your home? To lock away sharps, medicine, to make sure your child can’t be a danger to himself in the one space he’s suppose to be safest?” She asks tears welling in her eyes. “To have our pride and joy, the living embodiment of our,” she gestures to Antonio, “happiness, tell us he’s worthless?” She questions breathlessly. “To hear him question if he even deserves to live, or to love-“ she grits her teeth, her lips trembling like she’s trying not to snarl, “and tell us he doesn’t believe us when we tell him he does?” Regina probes, her anger coming off of her in waves. Jacaerys can feel his throat tighten, his eyes watering at her pure, unfettered, anger, and the sadness and pain underlying all of it. “No, I can’t say-“”Exactly! You fucking can’t.” Regina says with a bitter laugh. “I-We watched him break down…” Antonio pauses, voice shaking, “sobbing, unable to even hold himself up, asking why you,” Antonio laces as much venom as he can muster into the word, “didn’t love him?” He says with a quiet fury. “Asking ‘what about himself was so disgusting you had to hurt him like that?’, and saying ‘All he did was love you, and you broke him.’.” Antonio fumes. “Questioning ‘Why?’ And if he ‘deserved to be treated like that?’. Wondering if that’s why ‘you were so embarrassed to be seen with him?’.” Antonio’s voice breaks, he clears his throat as his gaze intensifies on Jacaerys. “So you’ll have to forgive us, if we don’t buy whatever lies you’ve been feeding him.” He says wrathfully.
Antonio and Regina take deep heaving breathes as the weight finally lifted from their chests. “Well? Speak up. Do you have anything to say?” Regina goads. Jacaerys, looks up to them, tears falling from his eyes. “No.” He says softly. “There is no apology, no words to say that could ever express how much regret I carry, and how sorry I am for what I put him through.” Jacaerys says despite his voice cracking and breaking. His words disarm Regina and Antonio. They look at each other unsure of where to go from here. “Thank you for telling me, for sharing your pain with me.” Jacaerys’ lips tremble. “With each passing day, I keep realizing how just how much I hurt (Y/n).” He says sorrowfully. “When all he ever did was love me.” His voice breaks into a sob. “I was scared. I thought I had to be someone I wasn’t.” Jacaerys starts, taking another breath. “I thought I was disgusting, I was made wrong for loving (Y/n) as more than just a friend.” Jacaerys says softly. “My then friends,” he says the last word sarcastically, “told me as much. They ridiculed me for it, and I-“ he stifles a sob, “I wasn’t strong enough, or brave enough to push back. I was just a boy, I wanted to fit in.” He says, but it doesn’t sound or come as defensive.
“I pushed (Y/n) away.” Jacaerys admits nodding. “I hurt him because in my own twisted mind I convinced myself it was his fault. He made me this way.” He says with a disbelieving laugh. “None of it makes what I did okay. None of it excuses what I did and I don’t want it to.” Jacaerys says softly. “I changed because of him. Because of (Y/n). Because I wanted to, for him.” Jacaerys says passionately. Regina chortles crossing her arms, before Antonio shoots her a look. Antonio turns back to Jacaerys still teetering the edge between distrust, and tepid trust. “I know you don’t believe me, but I swear on everything I hold near and dear, I love (Y/n) with all my heart.” Jacaerys proclaims. “And mark my words I will spend the rest of my life loving him.” Jacaerys declares. “I know I can never truly apologize, or truly make amends for the hurt.” Jacaerys reveals. “Not to him and especially not to the people who picked up the pieces when I broke him.” Jacaerys admits. “But I want to wake up each day next to him so I can kiss each and every single scar I gave him.” Jacaerys says sweetly. “I want to spend the rest of my life trying to measure up to even a fraction of what he deserves because I know I am far below that minimum.” He says strongly, determined.
Jacaerys’ words hang in the air for what feels like forever. He can feel himself suffocating under their own weight and the analytical gazes of Antonio and Regina. “Why should we believe you?” Regina asks. “Why should we even give you a chance? (Y/n) already survived you breaking him one.” Antonio’s lip quivers. “I don’t know that he has it in him to survive it again…” He tearfully admits. “I don’t know.” Jacaerys says softly. “If the roles were reversed, I don’t think I’d trust myself either.” He says with a small giggle. “What I do know….” Jacaerys pauses a small smile on his face, “is that (Y/n) loves me, and I love him.” He says passionately. “So don’t trust me.” Jacaerys pauses, his eyes finally meeting theirs. “Trust him.” Jacaerys says simple. “Trust his judgment. Trust that he believes me, believes that I’ve changed, and,” he pauses again, stifling a chortle, “is willing to risk making the two of you very upset to be with me.” Jacaerys says fondly. “I don’t think I deserve your trust, not now at least. So what I’ll ask for instead is the chance to prove myself. Because I love (Y/n).“ Jacaerys says strongly before shrinking just a bit. “And I know it’s kind of early, but I want to ask for your blessing to mate and marry him.” Jacaerys says half embarrassed but entirely certain. Regina and Antonio chortle, before looking at each other. They’re having a mental conversation that ends with Regina dragging her hand down her face.
“Fine!” Regina says equal parts amused and annoyed. “I can’t say that I trust you,” Regina laces the word with heavy disgust and distrust, “but I do trust (Y/n). And I want him to be happy.” She admits, her arms falling to her side. “If you want to mate him that’s between you and him, but don’t you even dare to think to propose to him now.” She seethes. “I agree with you Regina.” Antonio adds. “While I don’t know what the future holds, and I don’t know if we’ll ever fully trust you, I can see how happy you make (Y/n). I can see and feel how safe he feels next to you, and I can say the same about you.” Antonio begrudgingly admits. “I feel unstoppable by (Y/n)’s side. Like nothing can stop me or him.” Jacaerys says lovingly. “The two of you together seem like you could take on the whole world and succeed.” Antonio says with a smile. “Reminds me of us darling.” Antonio says with a giggle to Regina. “But Regina is right. If you even think of proposing to him now, your career is over.” Antonio warns. “But for now…I think we all need a breather.” Antonio adds. “I think a goal we should work towards is being able to coexist, if that makes sense. I won’t ever be at your throats, so please at least let me breathe just a bit.” Jacaerys pleads. “I think we can work with that for now.” Regina says confidently. “We can reassess if you and (Y/n) are still together in a few months.” Regina says half teasing half serious.
“And Jacaerys don’t misunderstand me.” Antonio starts. “I am the softer of the two…” he admits giggling as he looks to Regina’s shocked expression, “but the first sign I see that you aren’t making (Y/n) happy anymore, or god help you, you hurt him…” Antonio’s voice shakes, “I’ll bury you.” Antonio threatens. “If I ever do hurt him again, I’ll dig the hole myself.” Jacaerys assures. Regina and Antonio nod slowly. Jacaerys can’t be sure, but he feels like he survived this, this time. “Joanna is coking Mexican tonight. Tacos, burritos, enchiladas, chilaquiles and the like.” Regina says neutrally. “Can we expect you for dinner?” She asks trying to sound welcoming. “If you’ll have me, I’d like that.” Jacaerys says softly. “It’s not like we have much choice.” Regina says as she leaves the living room. “Don’t fuck this up Jacaerys,” she says her hand on the doorway, “I’d hate for anything to happen to such a promising player.” She says as she leaves. “Her threats are never empty,” Antonio says as he gets up, putting a hand on Jacaerys’ back, “better to heed them.” He says as he leaves Jacaerys on his own.
A/n: Chapter Three of an OC story! You were a father of two, recently divorced. The man you loved, ruined you. You turned to Robb Stark, your best friend. You two have been thick as thieves, since you first met in college, but now, Robb finally gets to be in your life the way he wants. ~11.2k words
Warnings: hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers, A/B/O dynamics (male reader is an omega, Robb Stark is an alpha), male reader is a model, Robb Stark is a security manager, mentions of past betrayal, past cheating (not reader or Robb), smut (MDNI), I think that’s all! Sorry if I missed any!
Find Chapter 2: Hidden Bloom here.
Each step he takes upstairs, feels right. Purposeful. Like he’s earned it, like these halls have only ever known him as alpha of the house, and your ex-husband an interloper. If he looks closely enough he thinks he can see the outlines on the wall, where photos of you and Jaime no doubt hung. His fingers ghost over the clear spot, his touch lingering, pensive. Robb can’t help but wonder how much it pained you to take each one of them down. You hadn’t called him to help you redecorate, just asked him to take Baelon out for the day while you tidied up. When he came back you looked tired. Eyes still rimmed red, he thought the house looked different, but he couldn’t place it. He assumed you must’ve been tired from all the stress. After giving birth, you found Jaime in bed with Viserys. And instead of letting the divorce proceed uncontested, he decided he wanted to take something with him. He dragged out the case for as long as he could securing a meager lump sum. The payment was as good as a drop in the bucket for you, but the toll was immense. Robb could see it in the way your stare would vacate, the way you seemed to be numb. Nobody else, aside from your loving son, and Robb would’ve been able to tell. You had managed to keep everything together at the cost of yourself.
He stops in his tracks, midway up the stairs. He can vaguely recall a portrait of you and Jaime hanging here. He felt jealous when you gushed about having it commissioned for Jaime’s birthday. Even worse when you clinked your glass to get everyone’s attention as you presented it to him. Robb swore you had told him it was something Jaime had spoken about before, but you’d never be able to tell from his reaction. Robb wanted to sock Jaime when he couldn’t even muster up more than a terse ‘thanks.’ He wanted to take Jaime’s head and force his eyes to open to his wonderful omega. Jaime seemed so blind to the things you did for him, to keep him happy, content. He scoffed at your efforts, looked at you with a hollow gaze that paled in comparison to how you’d look at him like he hung the moon and painted the stars. Robb shakes his head, Jaime had taken enough from you, he won’t allow the ghost of your garbage ex-alpha to steal his time away from you. He’s noticed the way you used to look to Jaime is the way you look at him now. Except maybe brighter, because Robb turns your light up, while Jaime seemed to dim it.
He blows away the dust on his fingers, before patting away what he couldn’t get on his behind. “I might not be able to fix what you broke…” Robb thought, “but I can make it better. I can be there in ways you never could have.” He declared internally. He climbed the rest of the stairs, slowly, but assuredly, heading to your room, or what would soon be his room as well. He slowly opens the door unsure if Rhael is napping with you, or if you placed him down in his crib. “Baelon knows you so well (Y/n). You’re a great dad.” Robb whispers, seeing you asleep, with Rhael right on your chest. He’s curled up, looking like he’s trying to burrow deeper into your skin. His tiny body rises and falls with each breath you take. Robb approaches slowly, stopping as the bed creaks, before continuing when it stops. As Robb goes to hook an arm under your head Rhael stirs. Robb freezes, pausing, but stifles his chuckle when a groggy, sleepy baby growl leaves Rhael. “It’s just me bud.” Robb whispers, his scent blooming and cradling your youngest. Rhael’s nose twitches, he growls again, but it’s not a warning this time, it’s acknowledgment, it’s deference as Rhael falls deeper into sleep.
Robb cups Rhael’s cheek, holding in his ‘aww’s as your baby nuzzles into his hand. Robb pulls you into his side, before tucking his arm behind his head to prop himself up. He looks to your angelic face, your nose twitched too, he can see where Rhael got it from. Your face seemed pained, or maybe annoyed would be a better word for it, until you registered Robb’s scent. Your features softened, your chest rumbled as you purred deep in sleep. Robb croons in response, his eyelids flutter closed. Before he lets sleep take him, his eyes shoot open, he quickly sets an alarm for 6pm. Just enough time to make dinner and see Baelon off for his date. With that done he closes his eyes, letting your scent lead him to your dreams.
Robb opens his eyes, he’s in your bed. He can smell pancakes, eggs, sausages, a whole assortment of breakfast going. He gets out of bed, he immediately notices he’s in monogrammed pajamas. He can’t help but smile, as he gets out of bed. He feels like he’s on autopilot as he looks through drawers he knows are empty when he’s awake. But here? Right now? They’re filled with his things. His shirts, shorts, sweats, underwear, socks, etc. you name it, it has a place here in your room. He doesn’t even remember what he was looking for, before he even knows it he’s already heading downstairs. “Daddy can you make mine look like a smiley face?” A young boy’s voice rings through the air. “Of course Rhael. What else does my little man want?” You coo. “I’m not little!” He protests. “Then you can’t get a smiley face on your pancakes.” You retort. “Okay I’m little! Don’t be mean daddy.” Rhael pouts. “He wasn’t being mean, you were Rhae’.” Baelon chides. “Coffee dad?” He asks. “Sure thanks sweetie.” You chirp. “Sorry, can you get one for papa too please?” You request. Robb can hear Baelon’s chair scrape as he goes to make good on your request.
“Ah there’s my man.” You say happily, walking over to Robb. You drape your arms over his shoulders, locking your hands behind his head and pulling him in for a kiss. He watches with love struck eyes as you pull back. Your face contorts with confusion as you look to his arms. “Did you forget it was your turn to get Saerena?” You tease. Robb shoots you a confused look, he doesn’t know anyone by that name. “Who’s Saerena?” Robb asks puzzled. “Pfft you’re such a jokester. I’ll go get our daughter.” You say patting his cheek. “Don’t worry, Baelon’s getting you a cup of coffee already. Seems like you need it.” You giggle, leaving the kitchen. Robb has even more questions than when he first came into the room. “What’s wrong dad? You tryin’ catch flies or something?” Baelon laughs. He looks older, more mature. He takes after you in the looks department. It’s like Jaime’s genes didn’t even try. “No I just…” Robb trails off looking to the six year old sitting next to him. “Do I have something on my face papa?” The boy asks, his hands already swiping at nonexistent crumbs. Robb cocks his head, he knows this boy, but from where? “Rhael?” Robb questions. “Yeah, papa?” Rhael responds.
Robb’s eyes widen, he can’t believe how big Rhael is now. “Nothing sport…” Robb says gently. “Your breakfast is gonna get cold. And daddy went to all the trouble of putting that smiley face on it. So make sure you eat it up.” Robb says ruffling Rhael’s hair. “‘Kay!” Rhael nearly shouts, fork already in hand as he sighs delighted with his breakfast. “So dad, don’t forget it’s other dad’s birthday tomorrow.” Baelon says sitting down next to him. “My dad always puts your gifts to shame, so do you think you have it in you this year to beat him?” Baelon giggles. “Probably, I hope so at least.” Robb jokes, taking a sip of his coffee. It tastes like home, it feels like a hug across his tongue. “Pfft- babahabaha!” A baby girl’s voice cuts through the air. “Your daddy’s little girl, aren’t you? Yes you are.” You coo, coming back into the kitchen holding your- his daughter. She looks like a soft mix of you and Robb. Her hair is more like yours, but her complexion and eyes are the spitting image of Robb. “She was already standing up in her crib like she was waiting for daddy.” You say softly taking a seat next to Robb.
Robb can’t take his eyes off of her, she’s stolen his heart and she’s not even real. Not yet at least. “Hey, honey, can I hold her?” Robb whispers. “Y’sure? You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, it’ll get cold.” You state, gently rocking Saerena. “Yeah it’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides you went through all the trouble to cook, you should eat first.” Robb says wiping his hands, and stretching them out to take Saerena. “Babahaga-Daada!” She squeals, her grubby hands reaching for Robb like a lifeline. “Aren’t you just a perfect little thing…” Robb whispers, feeling his eyes well up. “Are you okay honey?” You ask standing, and placing your forehead against his. “You’re not feverish…” You wonder. “I’ve never been better.” Robb affirms, scenting his daughter. “He’s always been sick in the head.” Baelon chortles, even Rhael chokes on his food from the sudden laugh. “Baelon (L/n)-Stark, that wasn’t nice apologize to your dad.” You reprimand. “That’s how we joke dad!” Baelon protests. “Tell him.” He looks to Robb. “It was kinda mean.” Robb says, deflating. The moment you look away he blows a raspberry at Baelon. “Go on apologize to your dad.” You press. “I’m sorry dad.” Baelon says getting up. He walks over to Robb, hugging him to really sell the apology. “I’m so getting you back later, sleep with one eye open.” Baelon threatens with a smile.
“Dads, I’m heading out now. I have a late exam, and I’m spending the night at Brandon’s, don’t wait up for me.” Baelon says, quickly patting Robb on the back, before giving you a kiss on the cheek as he heads out, an orange and water bottle in hand. “Have a great day Baelon! Tell Brandon we said hi! And that we wanna know when he’ll be coming around!” You shout after Baelon. “You got it!” He responds before the door closes. “Papa don’t forget you’re coming to school with me today.” Rhael says, reminding Robb of some promise he doesn’t remember. “Oh yeah, don’t worry. I’ll be there.” Robb assures him. “Good. Bring your job stuff and the thingys you can use for show and tell.” Rhael says excitedly. “I don’t think some of my stuff is…safe to bring around kids, but I’ll bring my security clearance badge.” Robb compromises. “Ooo yes! I told everyone you’re like a super secret spy!” Rhael giggles. “You’d think he want his supermodel father for bragging rights.” You chortle. “You’ve earned it though, you’re gonna knock’em dead.” You say softly, leaning against Robb. Your scent calls out to Robb, it’s sweeter, not like heat scent, but more concentrated, it makes him want to stick to your side like glue. He watches as you pack your plate, raising an eyebrow. “Hey! Don’t judge me.” You grumble, taking a forkful into your mouth. “I’m eating for two now.” Robb can barely hear you when you talk with food in your mouth, but he knows what you’ve said. He thought his heart couldn’t swell any further and yet.
Robb’s eyes slowly open, his face feels wet. His fingers go up to his eyes, he’s been crying tears of joy. Before he moves to get up he registers a weight sitting on his chest. His eyes drift down, seeing Rhael cuddled up on him, he managed to move around again, this time ending up on top of him. He feels breaths ghosting his neck, his eyes drift to his side, and you’re nuzzled up against him, arm underneath your head, hand on his pec. He can feel a wet spot under your head from the drool, but he couldn’t be grossed out, even if he wanted to. Your eyelids twitch, they slowly flutter open. “You must’ve been having a great dream, hmm?” You yawn. “You smelled so good, still do, looks like neither of us could help ourselves.” You groggily say, eyeing Rhael on top of Robb. “Is Baelon still home or did I miss his send off?” You ask sitting up in bed. “Nope. S’only been an hour or two. My alarm didn’t even go off.” Robb whispers, not wanting to startle Rhael. You hum lying back down and nuzzling into his side again. “I’m not gonna be able to sleep alone at my home if you keep doing that.” Robb chuckles, his arm wrapping around and resting on your waist. “Maybe a trial run isn’t needed.” You yawn gently. “Baelon and Rhael both adore you, and you know how I feel about you.” You say softly.
“What does that mean?” Robb asks equal parts hopeful and nervous. He doesn’t want to overstep. He wants to make sure this is going where he thinks it is. “It means after tonight,” your hand moves up his chest, the pads of your fingers pressing into his muscle, your digits curl around the collar of his shirt, “when I’m yours,” you lean in kissing him with tongue, “you could just move in if you’d like.” You whisper. “You don’t have to sell your house- and you probably shouldn’t, just in case you need to get away from me and the boys for a bit.” You chortle. “I’ll never need a break away from the three of you.” Robb rebuffs. “You three are my break, my reprieve when things out there,” Robb gestures vaguely to the outside world, “get to be too much.” He leans down, rubbing his nose against yours. Your eyes shine as you look at him, it’s like Robb can see the future he’s envisioned reflected in your violet hues. “Just how do you love me, love us so much?” You ask softly. “I’ve loved you since the day I presented.” Robb whispers looking away. Your eyes widen, as you realize he’s been holding onto a one sided crush for the last sixteen years. “Really?” You quietly ask. “Really.” Robb assures, his eyes trailing to yours before dashing away. “I’m sorry for being so oblivious, and thank you for loving me for so long.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss Robb again.
You pull back seeing Rhael start to stir, your eyes looking even more love struck than before, as you stare at Robb. “I hope I was worth the wait.” You giggle. “Every minute, every second, you’re more than worth it.” Robb affirms, his hand going down and lacing itself with yours. Your eyes meet his, they shift focus between his pupils. “What’s on your mind?” Robb asks with a smile. “What if I had never divorced Jaime?” You ask softly. Robb’s eyes widen before they relax, he looks you up and down, his hand leaving yours to thumb at your bottom lip. “I would’ve still waited, even if you never came around.” He says gingerly. “From the moment my alpha biology kicked in it said you were my mate.” Robb says with glee, before deflating. “But you were already with Jaime.” He adds. “I haven’t taken another omega since then. It felt like I’d be cheating on you, even though rationally, I knew we weren’t a couple, it just…wouldn’t let me.” Robb says with a chuckle. “So I was fine being your best friend, loving you as much more from the sidelines.” Robb says with finality. “But I’m beyond glad this is where we ended up, even if I hate how we got here.” He adds, his thumb rubbing your cheek.
Before you can tear up again at Robb’s words, Rhael’s chubby fist lands a direct hit on Robb’s nose. “Dada- babaha…hehe.” Rhael babbles, sitting up. Robb just hisses as he grabs his nose. “Maybe we should put you in boxing lessons. You’ve definitely got the hook for it. Gosh.” Robb groans with a laugh. “Has he always been like this?” Robb asks entertained but exasperated. You can only stifle your laugh, before clearing your throat. “It’s a recent development. I don’t know why he only does that with other alphas.” You chirp. “It’s like he trying to remind you who gets first dibs.” You tease, before taking Rhael into your arms. “Is my special boy hungry?” You ask. “Huh-gee!” Rhael cooes his hand wrapping around your finger. “Such a smart baby, you’re already getting better with words.” Robb coos, laughing as Rhael’s brow furrows. “Why don’t we head downstairs, we can see what Baelon is up to.” Robb suggests. “Sure. I can get started on dinner.” You say happily. “No, allow me.” Robb cuts in. “You made breakfast and lunch. I’m handling dinner whether you like it or not.” He smiles. “Alright, you win.” You giggle, getting out of bed, stretching as best you can with your baby in your arms.
“Baelon!” You project, on the ground floor. “Yeah, dad?” He responds. “How’s it going? Need help with anything?” You ask. “Uh-“ Baelon hesitates, “actually yeah dad! Can both of you come here?” He asks, you can hear the desperation in his voice. You and Robb both enter his room, you can smell the distress coming off of him. “What should I wear?” He asks. He’s wearing a long sleeve white collared shirt, black dress pants, and brown Chelsea boots. “Depends on where you’re going.” You and Robb both say at the same time. “Gross- I’m taking him to this dinner place, it’s not super fancy, then a movie.” Baelon elaborates. “This’ll be you one day. Just so you know.” Robb teases. “Hmmm, omegas love alphas in suits, but did Brandon say what he’s gonna wear?” You ask. “He sent me a photo, look.” Baelon says turning his phone around. “Oh he looks nice!” You chirp. “Since he’s dressing up I think what you’re wearing right now is fine.” You say softly. “Stop fiddling with your shirt you’re gonna wrinkle it.” You say gingerly but firm, as you fix his shirt. “But if you want to be comfortable for the movie take him shopping, that’ll win you some bonus points.” Robb adds. “Ooo! Great idea!” You say gleefully. “And make sure you buy a hoodie. Wear it all throughout the night, make sure it’s nice and scented, then give it to him when you drop him off, he’ll go crazy for it.” You suggest. Robb smirks to himself, he doesn’t know if you remember he did that to you once, but he hopes you do.
“Babadaha…bah-lon…bub-ba!” Rhael coos in your arms, his tiny arms reaching out like he wants Baelon to carry him. “No can do buddy, can’t risk you getting my clothes dirty, or even worse, Brandon thinking I have a son or something.” Baelon shudders at the thought, he’s only seventeen he can’t imagine having a child this young. “Aww he said Baelon.” You sweetly say. “He could’ve been saying balloon.” Baelon mumbles. “Your brother loves you Bubba.” Robb teases. “Oh god no.” Baelon says quietly. “Yeah, Bubba be a little nicer, he’s only one.” You chirp. “Please don’t let that nickname stick.” Baelon whines. “Bubba!” Rhael says again even happier than before. “S’too late for that I think.” You chuckle. “Alright you’ve both helped me, get out.” Baelon says with little bite. “Don’t be so tense, sweetheart.” You say approaching him. “You look stunning, you’re gonna knock this date out of the park, and Brandon is gonna fall deeper and deeper into you.” You whisper, kissing Baelon’s forehead. “Yeah, you’re a fine strapping alpha, Brandon should know how lucky he is.” Robb adds. “Thanks guys.” He whispers. “We’re-””I’m.” Robb corrects. “Robb’s gonna make dinner. I’ll leave you a plate in the microwave just in case you get hungry when you come back.” You say lovingly as you and Robb leave his room.
“Sit in the living room.” Robb requests, already putting on his apron. “You don’t even want company?” You ask with an eyebrow raised. “You’ll distract me. I might end up burning something.” Robb says lovingly. “Hmm, well can’t argue with that.” You giggle, going to the living room, you place Rhael in his jumper, letting the sound of rattles and enrichment toys fill the room. You turn on the tv clicking through channels, going faster when Jaime’s voice or face comes through. You end up watching a children’s movie, one you can’t really enjoy, but Rhael seems entertained. Before you realize it the aroma that wafts out of the kitchen is calling out to you. “Dad, how do I look?” Baelon asks nervously, spinning around. His shirt is crisped, ironed, his pants perfectly creased, his boots are nice and shiny, like he just polished them. You can faintly smell a cologne you got him earlier this year, it perfectly integrates and mixes with his scent. You stand up, adjusting his hair, and popping the top button of his shirt off. It’s bittersweet, seems like only yesterday he was Rhael’s size.
Only concerned with making sure you thought he was a good boy. He’s not that tiny tot anymore, you see him for the growing alpha he is. “You look perfect.” You say. “Drive careful, make sure Brandon wears a seatbelt. Put it on for him if you really wanna sell it.” You wink. “Don’t drink and drive.” You say sternly. “I won’t! I’m not even old enough to drink!” Baelon insists. You roll your eyes with a laugh. “I was your age before. I wasn’t old enough to drink either, but I found a way.” You say knowing. “Okay, dad.” Baelon whispers. “Robb get in here Baelon is leaving!” You project. You hear something clatter in the kitchen as Robb comes out. He’s got stains on his hands and face, sweat coating his brow. “Hey champ, good luck, and be yourself.” Robb says extending his hand, before pulling it back when he sees the stains, he stretches his elbow out in a fist bump esq motion. Baelon pushes his elbow away, and awkwardly hugs him. “See you later dads.” Baelon says as he leaves, keys, phone, and wallet in hand. The house feels emptier, quieter. It’s a stark reminder of how fast he’s growing.
Robb approaches you, kissing your forehead and smudging the stain on his hand over your lips. “Robb?” You laugh, pushing him away. “It’ll be okay. You raised him well. He’ll always be your little boy.” Robb whispers. Your eyes widen, before they well with tears. You nod, before your hands go to swipe at the tears as they spill. You clean your lips with your tongue. “Oh my god that’s good.” You sniffle. “Isn’t it?” Robb teases. “It’ll be ready soon. I’ve already prepared a bite size plate for Rhael.” He adds. “Aghaba…Bobb?” Rhael babbles something that closely sounds like Robb’s name. “Yes, you!” Robb says excitedly, he crouches down. “You’re such a smart baby aren’t you?” He coos, kissing Rhael forehead. “I’ll call you when I’m done.” Robb says lovingly as he stands. You don’t know who to thank for this. This point in time, this growth, this bloom, after the wildfire your life has been. Even as the thought that you don’t deserve this creeps in, you quickly shake it off. If Robb wants this just as bad as you, and he’s been waiting longer than you ever have, maybe you do deserve this. It’s been right before your eyes, just waiting to be seen to be noticed, and now it has.
It’s just minutes later Robb calls you into the kitchen. “I made chicken tikka masala.” He says breathing heavy, based on the new stains on his apron, he rushed with presentation. “You could’ve taken your time you know.” You tease, approaching him. You kiss him, aptly appropriate given his apron says ‘kiss the chef’. “Go ahead and eat. I’m gonna clean the dishes.” Robb says sweetly. “I’ll wait then.” You rebut, refusing to eat without him. “I’ll grab Rhael so he can eat with us.” You put forth, almost out of the kitchen. “Alright then.” Robb says lovingly. You grab Rhael pulling him out of his jumper. “Bababagaha…nuuu.” He whines, trying to cling to his toy. “I know sweetie I’m sorry, you have to eat, remember?” You coo. “Hungry?” You say softly. “Huh-gee?” Rhael tries to parrot. “Yeah honey, huh-gee.” You mimic, taking him into the kitchen. You place him in his high chair, Robb wordlessly takes the plate he prepared in advance and places it on Rhael’s tray. “Let’s eat, the dishes can wait.” Robb says sweetly. “Sure, but they can wait for me.” You clarify. “You cooked, the least I can do is clean the dishes.” You boop Robb’s nose, before sitting down next to him, right in between your alpha, and your baby.
You all silently, blissfully enjoy your meal together. Robb sneaks glances at you every now and then, catching you opening Baelon’s text thread. He watches as your finger twitches, hovering right above his icon to check his location. You sigh deeply before swiping it all away, and focusing on your meal. “I’m sure he’ll tell you all about his date when he gets back.” Robb says softly. You look over to him, a weary smile stretching across your face. “I know.” You huff. “I’m just nervous I guess. I don’t wanna be overbearing.” You pause, finding the words, “like I trust him,” you stop again, face nearly scrunching up with frustration, “but I don’t know, I guess I expected a ‘hey dad we made it safe.’ or a ‘hey dad I just picked up Brandon.’.” You say with a smile. “I just hoped he’d check in more than he has.” You admit. “But I mean he’s seventeen now…” you trail off. “He’ll always be your little boy, you know that.” Robb says cupping your cheek. “And I bet you he’ll come back home, cheeks flushed, excited to tell you all about it.” Robb assures you. “Us. Tell us all about it.” You correct him, your hand rubbing the back of his with your thumb.
“Yeah-“ Robb stops short, a glob of sauce and chicken sliding down his face. “Why me Rhael? You’ve got another target right here next to me.” Robb groans through a laugh, taking a napkin to the thrown food. Rhael babbles and laughs, mimicking Robb’s groan as best his baby throat can, and clapping his hands. “Dadadada!” He shrieks, his arms flailing like he wants uppies. “Why’s the little rascal copying me?” Robb says with a playful lilt. “That’s what baby omegas or alphas do.” You say warmly. “They cling to their omega parent, while trying to stake their claim and copy their alpha sire.” You say happily. “Or whoever they consider to be their alpha sire.” You lovingly spoke, the implication in your words heavy and apparent. “Whoever they consider to be their alpha sire?” Robb says with wonder, his heart feels full and heavy. “Oooo apa zirrr babadada!” Rhael babbles again, his eyes bright and full as they take both you and Robb in. “Yeah little buddy.” Robb says choked up. “I gotta step up then. I can’t be a step dad. I have to be the dad that stepped up.” He says determined. “You’re already half way there with the corny jokes.” You giggle. “Yeah but you love me anyways.” Robb counters. “That I do.” You whisper leaning in to kiss him again.
When you all finish, you get up first, sitting in Robb’s lap. You kiss him deeply, raking your fingers through his hair, letting his hands fall on your hips. The moment Rhael whines and whimpers you stand up, kissing his cheek and passing him off to Robb so he can’t help with the dishes. “You don’t play fair love.” Robb giggles, as he rocks Rhael back and forth. The little tyke fights against the sleep taking hold. His tiny hands go to swipe and rub at his eyes, but it’s no use he’s already falling into a deep sleep. Soothed and cradled by Robb’s scent and yours as they mix into a swaddle that coats Rhael and his dreams. Robb looks at the little bundle of joy, yours, his. He didn’t think he’d ever feel this needed, this complete in yours, his, family dynamic. It humbled him every time he thought deeply about it, and reaffirmed his desire to do even better than Jaime ever had. You work diligently, cleaning the dishes faster than Robb has seen before. “You move fast.” Robb compliments. “Yeah, when you’ve got a moody sixteen year old and a newborn all by yourself you learn how to do things as quick as you can.” You chirp.
The moment the last dish is cleaned, Rhael is sound asleep, and Robb is thoroughly entranced. “Why don’t you put Rhael in his crib, and then join me in the shower,” your hand drapes across Robb’s shoulders, pressing into his muscles, before you nip at his neck, “for dessert?” You sultrily say, already making your way upstairs. “Dessert, huh?” Robb spoke hungrily, like wolf who’s already caught his prey. You didn’t respond, but disappeared from his line of sight up the stairs. As Robb got up, ready to have you make good on your tempting, he noticed something drifting through the air, before crumpling onto the ground. As Robb squats down to grab it, his eyes widen as he realizes what it is. “You little fox~” Robb coos, as he examines your underwear. He shoves it in his pocket, moving as quickly as he could to put Rhael to bed, and make the most of the time you and him have the house to yourselves. Rhael gently curls into himself, he almost whines, but Robb scents a toy before putting it in Rhael’s crib. It was one you had scented earlier, the moment your combined scents hit Rhael’s nose he leans into it. His breathing evens out as he peacefully slumbers. As Robb eyes Rhael’s calm slumber, he can’t help the creeping feeling that he’s going to fall short. That you’re going to regret choosing him as your next alpha. In the next moment he’s shaking his head and washing all those heavy thoughts away. You keep giving him green lights, indirectly telling him he’s doing a great job. For gods sake even Baelon is already calling him dad. That all has to mean something, something deep, something real, something that’s already more permanent than Robb ever thought possible.
Robb slowly leaves Rhael’s room, having already turned on the baby monitor. He gently shuts the door, before taking a deep breath. He can still catch the slightest whiff of your needy pheromones. He can’t help but wonder if you’d been leaking, dripping with slick, when you ran up here. He can feel his own excitement growing, throbbing against the waist band of his pants as he walks to your shared room. He pushes the door open the way a predator would, his eyes dilating as your scent blossoms and increases in sweetness. He throws off his shirt, kicking off his shoes and pants, leaving only his underwear to strain against his powerful, heavy cock as he walks over. He gently opens the door, watching as you’re already leaning against the counter, stripped down, waiting for him. Like a deer that’s accepted its fate, ready to find solace in the jaws of a wolf. Robb walks over, hands on your hips with a grip that could bruise as he hoists you up onto the counter. He leans down, taking heavy breaths against your scent gland, like he’s trying to imprint you onto his lungs. He drags his teeth scraping the soft skin right above your scent gland. Your soft moans and whimpers going from his ears straight to his cock.
“You smell so good.” He whispers, hot and heavy. He bites down on your scent gland, hard enough to leave a bite mark, not enough to claim you, not yet at least. “Like you were made for me.” He says with a possessive edge that makes your hole flutter and cock throb. “Took your sweet time bringing your sexy, provocative self, to my side.” He whispers, his hands groping with enough strength to let you know you’re his, on a deeper level. It makes your body relax and give in, like it’s welcoming home its new alpha. “Maybe I always was.” You mewl, already panting, already feeling light headed. “And you let another alpha claim what should’ve been yours.” You taunt. A growl rips through Robb’s throat as he pulls you off of the counter, flips you around and forces your chest onto the surface. With one hand he restrains both of yours, behind you, just above the small of your back making you instinctively arch. “Cheeky little brat.” Robb growls bending down and nipping at the back of your neck. Hard enough to leave a sign he was there, soft enough it’d fade over time. “You get a kick out of making me watch your love affair?” Robb asks, his free hand gripping your ass harshly. Your plush flesh spilt out between his fingers.
“Mmmph~” You softly moan. “Maybe I did.” You say wickedly. “Maybe I liked watching you squirm. I bet it made you feel like I was cucking you.” Your laugh turns into a breathy groan, as he smacks your ass cheek. “Is that all you’re gonna do to punish me?” You ask. You’re whiny, needy, and already leaking. Your arousal is slowly trickling down your thighs and pooling on the floor below. “Punish you?” Robb laughs mockingly. “You know I could never punish you.” He says softly. “And I know you don’t consider this a punishment.” Robb says with certainty. “I mean you don’t even have to say it. I can see it.” He groans softly, watching as more slick collects and slowly cascades down. “I can feel it.” His hand quickly delivers an open palm smack to your wet hole. “Ngh- fuck…” You mewl. “So if you want a punishment…it’s gonna be my version of it.” Robb coos, lining up one of his thick digits to your hole. “What does that- Anh!” You grunt, feeling the stretch of just one of his fingers. “I’m gonna make you cum again and again,” Robb licks a stripe up the curve of your spine, moaning softly as your sweat, your taste blooms on his tongue, “until I feel like you’re sorry.” He laughs pridefully.
“And then I’m not gonna fuck you.” He whispers. “I’m gonna wait till you’re begging me, crying for me to fuck with this cock you love so much.” Robb’s hips stutter as he grinds his clothed cock against your wet hole. He retracts his finger, despite your whines, to bite his hand, trying to keep his composure as your slick seeps through and coats his cock. You try to get some friction, pushing back against him. He pulls his hips away, smacking your ass again, leaving a hand print in its wake. His fingers lightly graze the aching flesh, a ghost of an apology. “Don’t move.” He commands. It’s serious, it’s deep, it’s powerful, it’s entirely alpha. Your hips stop instantly, cock throbbing with the ache of release, but you don’t move, you don’t do anything. “Good boy.” Robb coos, his hand gently massaging the cheek he smacked. “Seems like you’re finally learning your place.” He sweetly says. “Only good boys get a treat.” He gingerly says lining up two fingers and pushing in gently. It’s a mix of wanting to let you adjust, and his need to open you up already.
“I love and hate how fucking tight you are.” Robb groans in sympathy, feeling your rim flutter and clench around his fingers. “You feel soooo fucking perfect inside.” He slurs drunk off of you. “I jus’ wanna ram right in.” He chuckles. “Force your walls to mold to the shape of my cock, force you wider than you’ve ever been and make you stay like that.” Robb whimpers feeling more slick gush out around his fingers. “Yeah?” Your voice is shaky, your body twitching, Robb swears he can see your toes curling. “Yeah. It’s like fucking magic.” He leans down leaving bite marks on your back as he crouches down. “How’d you manage to push two kids out of here, and still be as tight as you are?” You can feel his warm breath ghost over your thigh. “Mm-fuck~ Robb-“ You mewl, Robb can feel your arms tense and relax in his hold. “Gonna~” You whine, your scent blooming with unfettered need. “Yeah? Go ahead pretty boy.” Robb commands, biting down on your thigh. You cum with a high pitched moan, your cock pulsing and painting the cabinet door in your seed. And Robb has a front row show, watching as your taint flexes, your testicles pull up, and your cock throb as he brings you over the edge with his fingers.
“Such a good boy for me.” Robb coos, he lets go of your wrists, his hand moving to gently massage your muscles. You whine as the overstimulation mounts, feeling his fingers start moving again, harder, more insistent. “Give me another.” He says darkly, shoving a third finger in. He spreads them wide, scissoring the digits to make sure you’re nice and loose, nice and pliant for his well endowed manhood. “Robb- wait! Ngh- Ahn! Fuck!” You moan, and mewl, your eyes close and you look away. You don’t even wanna see how you look right now. You’re probably a shit mess, flat on your chest like a whore. Robb stands, draping his body over yours, keeping you pinned. His beefy bicep wraps around your throat, his hand grips your chin, he forces you to look into the mirror. “Eyes open.” He commands, fingers locking onto and abusing your bundle of nerves. His calloused pads massage and press on your prostate like he’s working another load out of you, like he’s found a knot in your muscle he needs to get rid of. You shake your head, refusing to watch yourself come undone. He feels you clench around his fingers, your moans going an octave higher. Robb fights against the push of your rim to drive his fingers deeper into you. Before Robb can speak he feels your insides quiver, he knows that sign well. He moves his thumb to push into your taint. You cum louder than before, your load even heavier as it sprays out and congeals on the cold tile floor.
You’re panting, barely able to catch your breath from the intensity of your release. Robb’s fingers keep working, pulling you through the aftershocks. “wait-“ you groan and grunt, trying to get him to stop. “Wait please I- fuck…” you softly mumble pleasure dripping from each word. “No can do babe.” Robb coos, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Every time you cum without staring yourself down in the mirror, I’m gonna pull three more from you.” He says hungrily, a wolfish grin stretched across his face. He drops down to his knees, fingers slipping out of you. He buries his face into your ass, his tongue licking experimental strips around your rim. His arms wrap around your thighs to make sure you can’t move. “Wait please Robb I’m-“ A lewd obscene moan rips from the deepest part of your chest as Robb’s soft, wet, warm muscle pushes into you. “Fuck! Oh god!” You pant, trying to hold it in, it’s deliciously painful. Each soft probe, every wet glide, the way the tactile sensation changes from flat and licking, to rounded and piercing. You’re moaning your head off, still struggling to look at yourself in the mirror. You slowly open one eye, you already owe Robb three more, you can’t fathom owing him more than that. You’ll end up shooting blanks at that rate. You slowly open both eyes, they focus on yourself. You’re a debauched mess, hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat, you feel warm and tingly all over.
You shake, and tremble, body nearly convulsing from Robb’s efforts but you don’t shut your eyes. You watch as they squint but never fully close as another orgasm washes over you. Robb groans as your hole clenches down around his tongue. He feels his cock throb like he’s gonna cum from this alone. Your cheek is pressed against the glass cooling you slightly, your cock pathetically weeps out another dribble of cum. You feel Robb stop, his tongue still buried inside you. You can feel his warm rapid breaths against your tired rim. “Robb…” you plead, “M’sorry.” You manage to out. “I wanna see your face when you make me cum.” You whine. Robb’s tongue falls out of you, you feel him shifting getting up. His hands gently turn you around, pushing you back up onto the counter. “Is my sweet omega ready to act like a good boy?” Robb coos leaning down to kiss you. You feel his wet muscle push in, probing around like it’s reacquainting itself. You can taste yourself all over his mouth and tongue. You weakly mewl and whine as he does all the work. “You looked at yourself in the mirror, didn’t you?” Robb teased. You nod like the good boy you are. Robb’s hand cups your cheek, his thumb smearing the tears that fall. “You still owe me two.” Robb coos, licking your face, and savoring the taste of your sweat. “Instead of looking in the mirror I want you to stare into my eyes as I bring you to heaven again and again.” Robb demands, dragging a finger up from the base of your cock to your sensitive head. He giggles as you twitch, your overstimulated cock throbbing already.
“Please alpha.” You mewl. “fuck me with your big cock.” You beg, pulling your legs back, and bending them at the knee. Robb’s breathing catches in his throat as he watches your slick loose hole clench around nothing. His hand wraps around your cock, he slowly drags his hand up and down. “Trust me, baby boy, I want to.” He says hungrily. “But I gotta make sure you learn your lesson.” He says with concern, watching as your body twitches. Relishing the way your back arches, and your toes curl. “You understand, right?” He asks. Before you can respond he picks up the pace, jerking you off quicker than before, letting the squelching sounds echo into the bathroom with your moans and writhing body. “Come on~” Robb mewls. “Give me another. You’ll only owe me one more.” He whispers. Robb leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He bites down on the sensitive bud, rolling it between his teeth, before holding it and tugging on it. “There we go.” He mumbles mouth still on your chest. “Fuckfuckfuck!” You moan, your cock throbbing, but only leaking pre. His hand slides up and down slowly again, watching as your body trembles even more than before. “Did my lovely omega have a dry orgasm?” Robb asks with wild amusement. He’s also proud of himself for pushing your pleasure this far, but he’ll be smug about that later. You don’t answer, but your teary eyes look to him expectantly. “If you can’t answer me, I won’t know. And I’ll just keep thinking you owe me two.” Robb warns with a crazed lusty smile.
“Yes alpha…” you slur, hiccuping and sniffling from the tears of euphoria. “Good boy.” Robb coos leaning down to kiss your tears away. “Jus’ one more and then I’ll knot you.” Robb says breathlessly. “No-“ you gasp, “I can’t anymore…” you whine, sniffling. “Oh my sweet omega,” Robb coos, leaning to pepper kisses around your face, “I know you can, just look,” Robb whispers, looking down to your cock, “you’re still hard and leaking.” He groans, hand wrapping around your cock, lightly pumping, even as your hand scrambles to stop him. He exhales with a shudder at how much precum oozes from your stick tip. “Just one more before I take you into bed and claim you.” He mutters, kissing his way down your abdomen. “You want that right?” His voice is fraught, it’s needy, it’s begging for reassurance. “You wanna be mine forever?” He asks desperately, going back up to kiss you passionately. “Yeah.” You moan against his lips, your hips jerking up at his neediness, before you spread your legs for him. “Good. ‘Cause that’s what I want too.” He whispers, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into your thighs as he heads back down, dragging a strip all the way down to the base of your cock, with his hot heavy tongue.
He laps at your leaky cock, before he focuses on the sensitive swollen head. Your fingers tangle themselves in Robb’s tresses. You try to pull him off by his ginger locks, but he just moans at the tension, sending vibrations and sparks dancing your cock and through your body. He bobs his head up and down faster, taking you all the way in to the back of his throat and swallowing hard around your head. One of his hands goes up to tweak at your nipple, while the other lines up four of his large fingers with your hole, softly pushing in. “Fuck! Robb- please!” You mewl. You start thrusting into his mouth, the need, the ache to cum far too great now. You hear Robb gag, before feeling his throat swallow around your leaking head. Robb’s fingers never stop moving as he abuses and bullies your prostate. With another harsh press into your little bundle of nerves you cum in his mouth. The moment he feels your cock throb in his mouth, he grinds his aching prick against the top of your foot. His precum dirtying your skin, but making the glide feel better. He feels equal parts excited, proud, that he’s making you feel like this, and equal parts ashamed. Eagerly rutting and humping your foot like an starved dog in heat. The moment he feels your taste, a symphony that is so intimately you, he moans softly. His eyes roll back as he swallows your load, savoring the taste and receiving it like communion, before he pulls off with a soft pop. He lets your softening cock rest against his face, he holds his tongue out making sure you see your own release cooling on the wet muscle.
He slowly stands, making a show of his muscles as he goes back up to your face. “You taste divine, love.” Robb whispers kissing you again. You’re so overstimulated, so saturated with everything he’s done thus far, you can only weakly whine. You feel the thrum of your heart beat in your ears, and you can feel his through his cock as it rests on your thigh. “Has Jaime ever made you feel this good?” Robb whispers against your ear, rutting his cock in the intercrural space where your thigh meets your pelvis. “No…” You mumble, lacing your arms behind Robb’s neck and pulling him down. “Never this good. He isn’t even a quarter of the alpha you are.” You smile sultrily, hearing Robb groan as you squeeze your thighs together, gripping his aching cock. “God I love you (Y/n).” Robb mumbles against your forehead. “I don’t know if I’m gonna last long when I finally get inside you.” He admits with a sheepish smile. “I’m already so satisfied.” You giggle. “Just knot me, and claim me. Don’t let me ever forget I’m yours. Don’t let anyone else ever think I’m unmated.” You utter, your voice dripping with need. “I love you too Robb.” You breathe.
Robb grabs one of you legs and holds against his body, your foot resting on his shoulder. Your other leg is pulled back giving Robb ample room. Robb opens the drawer under you, pulling out a knot condom. “Uhm…” you start, before biting your lip and looking away. “Do you wanna stop?” Robb asks nicely. There’s not a hint of annoyance, no entitlement, even as his cock throbs with need, even as the ache in his teeth grows, he’ll stop here and now if you’re done. “No I wanna keep going…” You softly say, unable to meet Robb’s eyes. “Then?” He asks gingerly, finger hooking under your chin to make sure you’re looking at him. “You don’t…” You mumble the rest so quietly it’s unintelligible. “What was that sweetheart?” Robb inquires. “You don’t have to…wear…the condom…if you don’t want to.” You get out, looking anywhere but his eyes. Robb feels his heartbeat in his ear, he feels like the air’s been sucked out of the room. “Yeah?” He sultrily checks in. “My sweet boy wants my raw cock?” Robb teases. “My darling omega wants to feel my load dripping from his perfect little hole?” He adds, kissing your cheek. “Not if that’s how you’re gonna talk to me.” You pout looking away, though the small smile on your lips betrays you.
Robb stifles a laugh. “I’ll be good. I’ll be real good for you. Just like you’ve been for me.” He assures you. “My perfect omega wants my babies, then I’ll give them to him.” He mumbles to himself, dropping the condom with a smile. “That’s what you want right?” Robb asks quietly, doubt seeping into his mind. “Yeah I do.” You quickly shut down and derail that train of thought. “I won’t lie though my back hurts.” You whine trying to stretch. Robb smiles softly, before he lines his cock up with your hole and gently pushes in. “Ngh—Ah! Mmmmphfuck!” You moaned. Robb grew harder at your whiny, needy noises. His hips stuttered but he kept pushing in, inch by deliciously throbbing inch. He felt your rim strain and stretch further, your insides clamping down and wrapping around his cock. He was halfway in when he stopped leaning down to kiss you. He had almost reached his peak, the base of his cock had started to swell, he needed to will it away. Just for now, just until he was sure you were so thoroughly sated you couldn’t do anything else but just be. His tongue lead yours in a choreographed dance, it was like a living promise of better days.
When he feels the ache at the base of his cock dull, he pushes your thigh back for more space, before driving the rest of the way in. “Ngh- Fuck!” You groan, your cock throbs and leaks a tiny puddle of cum. You’re panting, breathless from the constant releases. Body twitching with aftershocks, eyes half lidded, you’re slowly become more and more pliant and sensitive to Robb’s touch. He grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck. He lets your thighs fall to the crux of his elbows. “Hold on tight.” Robb whispers, kissing your temple. “Wait- Ngh…what?” You grunt out, too full of his cock, too drunk on the sensations to understand him. “Hold on tight, babe.” He says again with love. He picks you up, and slowly starts moving out of the bathroom and towards your bed. Each step he takes bounces you up and down his length. “Robb-“ you moan softly, you clench around his length. “You keep hitting that spot.” You mewl. “Just-“ Robb grunts, he can feel your slick coating his groin, dripping down, and pooling around his heavy sack, “a few more steps.” He manages to get out. Though he doesn’t stop bouncing you, your soft moans, and breathy grunts are like candy to his ear. It’s a treat for his alpha to know he’s making you feel this good.
When he lays you down on the bed, he doesn’t pull out, he drapes his body over yours. His hands and arms cage your head in, he stares you down, making sure he has full unspoiled view of your reactions. He pulls out until just the head of his cock is still nestled in your warmth before diving back in. It’s a strong drive that pushes him in even deeper than before. You can’t speak, it’s all consuming. His breath, his scent, just his presence alone, knowing he’s nestled in your core, it drives you up the wall. He keeps that pace, swapping between grinding his slowly engorging knot against your rim, and his hard painfully slow thrusts. “Faster- Faster!” You manage to get out through the harsh slow thrusts. “S’not- fuck.” Robb says in a hushed voice. Your wet hole feels even better without the condom. And the knowledge he’s gonna knot you, and fill you with his seed makes it all the more enticing and intoxicating. “S’not how a good boy asks for something.” He manages to get out, going even slower and somehow thrusting forward even harder. “Please?” You moan, body twitching with the promise of release. You’re right at the brink but you’ll never go over with this languid pace, no matter hard he pushes forward. “Close enough.” Robb says with a chuckle.
Robb’s hands move to grip your hips with unfettered strength and need. His chin rests against your shoulder as he slams all the way in, before his hips pull halfway out and all the way back in. He picks up the pace until you’re an incoherent mess. Your slick keeps gushing out, like your hole knows it’s gonna be knotted again. “Is this how you like it?” Robb asks in between breaths. “Being taken like a whore, or some cheap toy?” He taunts. “Fuck! Yes! I’m all yours!” You moan, your nails dragging red lines down his back. “And I’m all yours.” Robb whimpers he feels his peak coming back in full force again. “Umph- fuck…” He groans, gripping even tighter as his hips find the strength to move even harder and faster. “Is- ngggh! That all you- mmph! Got?” You mewl, taunting him in between open mouthed moans and pants. You felt his cock get harder, wider as if it were even possible. He moved with renewed fervor, fucking into you like a man trying to prove his devotion to the gods. You felt the bulbous head of his prick rubbing against your prostate, before nudging against something even deeper inside you. “Who does this slutty little hole belong to?” Robb grunts out, he turns his head licking strips up your neck.
“Who does this cock belong to?” Robb moans, hand letting go of your hip to jerk you off. “You!” You whine clenching around him. “Exactly mine.” He laughs, hand letting go of your cock and back to your hip. “And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.” Robb says licking the tears away that fall. He buries his face in your neck again, all he can do is pound you harder, faster. “Fuck! (Y/n) I’m gonna knot you!” Robb declares with a roar. “Mark me! Claim me!” Robb begs like a needy omega. He doesn’t care if it makes him less alpha, he needs your claim mark on him. You’re already nestled in his neck, your mouth opens on instinct, clamping down around Robb’s scent gland. You feel his hips stutter, his cock jams into your prostate. You moan against his skin, tasting iron from the mark you gave him. “My turn…” Robb whimpers. He pulls all the way out before driving in to the hilt, forcing his knot all the way in. The moment his knot breaches all the way in it swells to full mast. His cock was already bigger than Jaime’s and now you know for sure his knot is too. It’s hugged and milked perfectly by your velvet walls, even resting against your prostate. Robb groans, moaning, and panting like a dog in heat, the ache in his teeth mounting as his canines elongate, read to stake his permanent claim. The moment he feels his cock throb and pulse he bites down on your scent gland claiming you once and for all.
You moan your head off, the sound bordering on a shriek. Your cock throbs as your release paints your abdomen and Robb’s. Robb’s teeth are still firmly planted around your scent gland, he keeps grinding his knot into your soft gummy walls to ride out his high. He’s instinctively making sure to push his virile alpha load as deep as possible so it takes. His cock throbs and pulses sending more and more of his cum into your willing, wanting, core. When he’s brimming with oversensitivity, he slowly pulls back, his elongated canines sheathing themselves. He kisses the sore gland, giving it kitty licks to soothe the ache and throb. As the bond and marks solidify your scents both intermingle on a much deeper level now that you’ve both imprinted on each other. The world will know you’re his, and vice versa. Robb slowly lifts his head, tired, weary, but glowing. “You did so well for me.” He whispers kissing you softly. “I did?” You ask taking deep breaths. Robbs eyes soften, through the bond he can feel the wisps of lingering insecurity.
It’s almost like he can hear your inner thoughts. “Jaime was only ever sweet to me when he wanted to get his rocks off…once he did, he was cold again.” Echos in Robb’s mind. “You’re perfect to me.” Robb assures kissing your tired eyes. Your chest rumbles as you purr, the sound prompts Robb to wrap his arms around your torso. He hugs you close to his body, as his chest rumbles crooning in response to you. The sounds seem to fall into sync much better and deeper than before this moment in time. You’ve both become one, in more ways than either of you can count. Time seems to fade away, as does the material world, nothing else matters except for this moment right now. When Robb’s knot deflates he slowly pulls out, even as you whimper and whine. Your legs lock behind him, he groans as you push him back in, he giggles looking at your sour expression.
“I know you’re sensitive babe,” he leans down to kiss your eyelids, “I’m sorry, I still have to pull out.” Robb says rubbing soothing circles into your thighs. Your legs relax enough, and he takes it as a sign to keep pulling out. His soft cock flops out, and he watches as your hole clenches around nothing. He waits for a second watching like he’s expecting something to come out. “You did a number on me it’s gonna take a second to recover.” You giggle. “Nah it’s not that, just wanted to see myself drip out of you.” Robb shyly says, blush dashing across his face. Your eyes widen, before you cough looking away. “S’not gonna happen. You knotted and claimed me…I don’t know if it’ll take but your cum isn’t gonna drain out of me this time.” You whisper. Robb laughs shaking his head, seems like he still had more to learn about omega/alpha biology. “So there’s a chance nine months from now we’ll be bringing in a new addition to our family?” Robb says hopeful. You smile brightly, and nod, excited at how happy he is.
Robb throws himself on top of you, nuzzling into your neck, and kissing your sore scent gland. “I promise you’ll be the happiest omega on earth by my side.” He whispers against your skin. “I already am.” You affirm, gently raking your fingers through his hair. Robb smiles against your neck, he feels his eyes well with tears. He finally has it all. Everything he’s ever wanted sits in the palm of his hand, and he’s not dumb enough to lose it. “We should shower and change.” You smile softly. Robb gets up, and he goes to carry you but you put a hand out. “I got this.” You say confidently, getting up, only to stumble the moment you’re on your feet. Robb catches you cradling you close to his body. “Well now I know for certain you don’t.” Robb giggles nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Doesn’t matter to me I love doing aftercare.” He says proudly. “Especially if it’s for you.” He whispers, kissing your temple. “If you say so, love.” You coo, leaning your head against his chest. He walks back into the bathroom, eyeing the mess you two have made. “Oh boy.” He says sheepishly. “Don’t worry I’ll have this all cleaned up before we go to bed.” He assures you. He turns on the faucet in the bathtub letting it fill up, before he gently places you in.
He gets in behind you, grabbing your loofa and squirting your body wash into it. He gets a good lather going before he starts to gently scrub your body. He cleans every inch of you, going slower when he reaches your more sensitive, intimate places. He shampoos your hair and massages your scalp. When he feels your chest rumbling, he gets out of the tub, taking a wash cloth with him to clean up every inch of the counter and cabinets that have been coated in the mess you two made. Once that’s clean he drains the tub, carrying you, putting you in your bathrobe, and setting you back down gently, onto a soft towel. His hands massage your inner thighs, before going around to massage your sore cheeks. “I don’t think I have another round in me, tiger. Thanks to someone spoiling me.” You giggle, placing a hand on Robb’s chest as he leans down to kiss you again. “Don’t worry, I’m not some insatiable hound dog. Even though a second round does sound enticing.” Robb says sultrily, hand cupping your cheek with just enough oomph. “Just wanted to shower. The bath was more for you.” He says letting go, and rubbing his nose against yours.
“Oh before I forget!” Robb blurts out, heading back out into your room. You can hear him moving things about, but you can’t see anything from here. You know your legs don’t exactly work right now so you just stay seated. He comes back in with all your bedding in his arms. “You keep the laundry in here right?” He asks looking around. “Yeah just past that door.” You point. Robb smiles, opening the door and placing the bedding with the rest of your laundry. “Where’s your clean bed stuff?” He asks, coming over to cup your cheek again. “Same place in the laundry room. Grab the red one.” You request nicely, punctuating it with a kiss. “Sure thing, love.” Robb says with a boyish smile. He grabs the new red bedding, just like you asked, before heading out to redress your bed. When he comes back, he looks red in the face, breathless from all the exertion. “Want me to bathe you?” You ask softly. “No…” he takes a breath, “besides you already got clean we’ll be stuck in the shower forever.” Robb jokes. He climbs in turning the shower on. You watch with lustful devotion as he scrubs his body. You notice how gentle he was being with you, given by how roughly he scrubs down his body. You quickly pop open the drawer next to you, reaching in to grab a new white loofa. “Here, this should make it easier.” You chirp, tossing it over the divider. He catches it, smiling brightly. “Thanks, babe.” He projects, treating himself more kindly as he scrubs away the mess.
He finishes up, hanging the loofa right next to yours. He hops out grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around his waist. It’s like he’s tempting you the way it hangs gently, right below his V-line. He scoops you up again, taking you to the freshly made bed. He peels off your bathrobe, gently laying you down. “You use body lotion right?” Robb asks curiously. “Yeah sometimes.” You answered candidly. “The blue bottle?” Robb presses. “Yeah. Why?” You ask feeling the bed shifting as he gets up. He returns with the blue bottle, squirting some into his hands. He spreads the lotion between his hands, making sure it’s nice and warm before he rubs it into your skin. You happily sigh, groaning as your muscles relax. “That feels sooo good.” You mewled, feeling his hands press into your worn flesh. He silently smiles, continuing on, pressing firmer when you groan a little louder, working away each knot. He gently guides you to flip over, before resuming with his ministrations on your back. Taking extra care to massage your sore neck as best he can, especially your newly claimed scent gland. “Done. Soft as a baby’s bottom.” Robb jokes gently slapping your ass cheek.
“Thank you, honey.” You whisper, sitting up. “You want some shorts and a shirt or?” Robb asks getting off the bed. “Yes please.” You say. “Bottom and top drawers.” You inform Robb. You watch as he goes over squatting down pulling out some shorts, boxers, and a sleep shirt. He comes over, and as you reach out to grab it, he pulls it away. “Arms up.” Robb says warmly. You snicker, before putting your arms up. Robb slides your shirt on, before gently pushing you back. He grabs your legs lifting them, his eyes avoiding your privates, he does laugh as you try to cover yourself. As if it hadn’t just been in his mouth, and he’d just been tongue deep inside you. “It’s embarrassing.” You mumble as you lift your hips for him to slide your boxers all the way on. “Oh I’m sure it is.” Robb chortles, lifting your legs again and sliding your shorts on. “Now where is my bag…” Robb mutters as he looks for his night bag. Before he goes over to it, you take his hand and pull him down to the bed. “It’s my turn.” You whisper as you straddle him. You take your towel, and start drying his hair.
Your fingers massage his scalp, and thoroughly dry him off. You get off of him, before moving to his back. You slowly pat dry the irritated skin from where you raked your nails down his back. “Do these hurt?” You ask softly, fingers gingerly touching one of them. “Eessssh.” Robb hisses. “No not at all.” Robb chuckles, you know he’s lying. You pull out some pain relief gel, it’s a bit cold but that might be better for the irritation? You take a gamble, applying some directly onto his skin. “Cold.” Robb whines. “I know baby, it’ll feel better in just a second.” You say kissing his shoulder. You gently massage in the cream, making sure it’s disappearing. You focus on the red scratches, making sure they’re thoroughly covered. “Mmmm.” Robb groans softly, you can feel his muscles relax and soften under your touch. “There we go.” You coo, before wiping your hands on your towel. Robb leans back, turning his head to kiss you. “Thank you, you’re too good me.” He whispers against your lips. “No such thing. We’re a match made in heaven. Even if I was mismatched for a while.” You giggle hugging his torso, and resting your head against his back.
You pushed the shopping cart, Ghost next to you holding his phone with the list as you and the pack walked through the aisles of Tesco’s for the second time in as many days. It had taken much longer than any of you could've anticipated – an entire week – but, finally, you were buying your groceries for your whole stay. Price bought takeout the first day, you the next day, and then the others, while you were all lazing around indoors and being surprisingly lazy for a group of SAS soldiers. On day six, you'd grumbled about missing meals that didn’t come pre-made in boxes. Soap had promptly bought and then destroyed most of the food shopping that was now in your fridge, in what you and Gaz had decided to call ‘the frying pan incident’. Never had you imagined a man at almost thirty wouldn’t know not to put cold water onto hot grease, but you and your kitchen found out.
You went to Nandos once he cleaned every grease stain from your walls.
He and Gaz were debating whether honey or regular cheerios were better while Price watched them, almost forlornly, as if they were his pups who’d never left the nest. “What do you think, John? Honey or plain.”
“Plain,” answered Price, surprisingly. You were still getting used to the mundanity of everything; you’d half expected him to tell them to focus before remembering you weren’t on base.
“For fuck's sake, of course you’re mates; both like boring fucking cereals,” Soap cursed under his breath. He turned to you, ignoring Gaz’s smirk. “And you?”
“Honey, of course,” you said. You couldn’t say otherwise, not with the hope burning in his eyes.
“Thank you, someone has sense,” he said. “Ghost?”
“I don’t give a shit,” said Ghost, still looking at his phone.
You snorted. “That’s a tiebreaker. Got to fight for it now.”
Soap smiled, looking to Gaz as if he were actually considering the idea. Gaz’s face fell, and he took a step back. “Skunk was joking.” He glanced at you. “Right?”
You shrugged slowly, holding back your laugh. Soap crouched, making a playful growl in his throat that had the mother-and-child duo passing you in the aisle walking faster. “Soap,” said Price, voice low and authoritative. Soap straightened up immediately, approaching Price, who put a hand on his nape, not quite scruffing him. Soap relaxed into his touch. “Behave.”
“You’re probably giving him a stiffy, talking to him like that,” said Ghost as casually as discussing rain.
“Ghost,” said Price, though there was a smile on his face.
“Sir,” said Ghost, putting his phone in his pocket.
Price shook his head. “Not at the shops.”
“Yes, sir.”
Price looked at Soap. Soap grinned, but his growing blush confirmed that Ghost wasn’t joking. Gaz chuckled, patting him on the back. “You can have your honey cheerios. Consolation for being exposed like that.” He turned to you. “You, though? I’m betrayed.”
“Nah,” said Soap, sidling up to you. “He’s a fuckin’ hero.” He threw an arm around you. “Took down an entire base yourself.”
You grimaced, the dread that had followed you these last few months – and especially in recovery – mounting. You knew that, at the very least, Price had to have read through the report you sent over for him to sign off on before it reached Kate. But he hadn’t said anything. No one had, besides Kate, who had found you naked in a cell. You knew how gentle the pack had been, but could they act like that if they were aware of what you’d done?
"No, I’m not,” you whispered.
Soap's smile fell, and he turned to face you. Gaz moved away from putting the Cheerios in the shopping cart to walk back over to Price and Ghost, pulling up behind. “What?” Soap asked.
You swallowed, looking down, cursing yourself for bringing it up in Tesco, of all places. “I’m not…I’m not a hero.” You reached under your scarf to touch your nape, checking the scent patch you put on that morning was in place before you lost control in public.
Price moved away from the shopping cart and to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you don’t like the word, but you did take down that base. Only you. The rest of us were just the cleanup crew.”
You sucked in a sharp breath.There wasn’t much space unless you wanted to block the aisle. “But what I did to make that happen. I-I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked at the end.
Price moved from your side, and Ghost took his place. He opened his arms and you melted into them. They wrapped around you – so warm for a man who acted as cold as he did to most people – and with his size, it felt like it blocked out the world. The rest of your pack stepped closer, huddling around you. But just as your breaths started to steady, he leaned down and said softly, “We know, Skunk.” You froze, then tried to pull away, but Ghost held fast and continued. “We know, and we’re not going anywhere.”
Your pulse hammering was in your ears, tears welling in your eyes. Four scents started to envelop you at once, calm and present and not in the slightest bit disgusted, as you’d always imagined when you thought of telling them. When you pulled away again, Ghost let you, taking a step back next to Price after throwing a dirty glare at someone in the aisle who had been looking too hard at all of you. “How?”
Soap’s eyes grew watery as he spoke. “When we got to that underground Farm and handed them omegas off to another team to look for you, we found some alphas still in there, destroying evidence.” He took a shaky breath, and you reached out to take his hand. He stroked your knuckles. “They’d…they talked about you.”
You stared at the ground, shame burning in your chest. You were glad you put on your scent patches because you didn’t want to know what you’d smell like otherwise. “But then…why are you still here?”
Gaz furrowed his brows. “The omegas.” When you turned to him, he added, “You just wanted to save them, didn’t you? Why would we go because of that?”
“But I—"
“We don’t care. We love you,” said Price. He swallowed. “I love you.” He stepped forward, placing a hand on each cheek, wiping your tears away. “I’m sorry we didn’t talk about it.”
You sniffled, leaning into his cheek. Your eyes were closed, body almost slumped in relief against him. “I thought it was the report I’d have to worry about.”
“You don’t have to worry about any of them anymore,” said Ghost. You couldn’t see him, face cradled in Price’s hands, but by the way Price nodded to him and then looked into your eyes, the icy satisfaction that leaked into all of their scents, you understood what he meant.
You paused, letting that information sit with you for a moment, before turning and kissing Price’s hand. “Thank you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I love you too.”
Price leaned in to kiss your forehead, then let you go. You turned to Ghost first, giving him another hug, then to Gaz and Soap. You opened your arms, and they each took a side, wrapping themselves around you. Gaz pecked you on the lips while Soap nuzzled into your neck, lips just below your nape. “You’ve got us as long as you want us, yeah?”
You nodded, giving a shaky smile before stepping away. “All right, let’s go before someone pulls out a fuckin’ camera.”
You’d been told to let them handle packing the shopping at the checkout. Ghost put everything on the conveyor belt; Price was paying, so he stood next to you while Soap packed everything up. Your eyes, however, were locked on Gaz and the omega cashier who couldn’t stop staring at him as he made small talk while helping Soap pack.
“Are you guys on a trip?” she asked, though she didn’t look at any of you besides him. Her scent, apples and paper, wasn’t unprofessionally forward, but you could smell it from a few metres away: interest and curiosity that was too strong to be benign. His bite mark from Price was clear on his nape; you didn’t know if she assumed it was a pack bite with nothing more to it or just didn’t care. It made your stomach clench.
Gaz nodded, smiling. She seemed to melt as their eyes met briefly. “Yeah,” he said. “First break this year.”
Her eyes widened sympathetically as she scanned one of the last items. “Oh, that’s too long.” You looked up to Price next to you. His arms were crossed, but he just watched. You didn’t understand how he could be so calm. Your blood was boiling. Your fists clenched at your sides, and you struggled not to let your scent spike into something unpleasant, scent blockers be damned.
"It's part of the job, though I wish I got more free time,” he said.
A pause. She looked him up and down, scent sharpening into appreciation before she glanced away. Your jaw ticked. “So, do you come by here every holiday?
You moved from where you were waiting and tried not to stomp to Gaz’s side, passing Gaz, who, once smiling, saw the look on your face and went slack. The cashier looked and turned to you wide-eyed. Gaz watched your face, tight with a restrained possessiveness so strong you were equal parts frustrated and confused. “Was that it?” you asked. She opened her mouth. Closed it. You nodded to the empty conveyor belt, Ghost walking past you to stand by Price.
“Uh, yes,” she squeaked.
“How much? ” you asked.
Gaz looked between the two of you. She avoided eye contact with you both. You walked over to Price, took the card from his outstretched hand, and tapped it on the reader. Ghost and Soap picked up the shopping bags, Soap’s snickering starting up again, and you turned and walked away, catching up with Price again. He leaned closer. “What was that?” he asked. His steps faltered for a moment, but when you raised a brow in question, he shook his head, smiling faintly. You huffed but didn’t ask further, the omega and her clear interest in Gaz still lingering in your mind.
It burnt at you inside. You knew that he wasn’t entertaining it, just being nice. She probably didn’t even expect it to go anywhere since she was working. But every time you remembered her scent, the shy smiles, and the much less shy look-overs she gave him, you wanted to go back there and tell her in no uncertain terms that she was yours. Price unlocked the car doors once you reached the car park, Ghost opening up the boot for everyone to put the bags in. Gaz got there last, trailing behind with the last bags, brows furrowed and lips pouted. You wanted to grab him and scent him until no one would think about looking at him twice again.
Ghost was about to open the back door when Price stopped him. “Ghost. Mind sitting in front?” Ghost complied without a word, Soap slipping into the back from where he’d left the door open. Gaz looked to Price from where he was closing the car boot, confused. “Sit in the back.” Price looked at you, then back to Gaz. Gaz tilted his head, sighed, and did as he was told.
You slid in beside Gaz, closing the door behind you. As soon as Gaz had his seatbelt on, you leaned against him, rubbing your head against his shoulder and nape. You lifted your head to give him a kiss on the cheek. He turned his head so you could give another on his lips. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled between kisses. “That was a bit much.” He kissed you back, the furrow still between his brows every time you pulled back.
“Gaz,” you heard Price call from the front seat. The rumble of the engine ran through you as he started the car. “How does he smell?”
Gaz pulled away completely as Price turned out of the carpark and onto the street. You had to resist chasing his lips. Soap leaned past Gaz, pouting, so you kissed him instead, a smile growing on your face along with the tightening in your core. It was only when Gaz asked, “Can I take off your patch?” that you pulled back and sat in your seat properly. You reached up and did it yourself, peeling it off, wincing slightly at the difficulty when it had only been stuck on the day before. Within seconds, your scent, thicker and sweeter than usual, filled the car. “Oh, fuck,” said Gaz.”
“Shit, I dinnae know you were going into heat.”
You could see Price’s smile from where you sat, though he wisely didn’t turn around. It made your chest feel light. Ghost nodded from the passenger seat. “Need to get ready, then.”
The rules against you doing any kind of lifting still stood, especially now they knew you were in preheat, so you watched as Price, looking very much like a stay-at-home dad with how particular he was about the order he’d keep the food in ’his’ fridge, instructed Ghost on where to store everything while Gaz got started preparing dinner from the ingredients you’d chosen. Soap was sitting on a chair, you in his lap, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. Each one made you melt further, your mind still clear but feeling spacier by the minute. Your scent clung to everyone, and, despite yourself, you couldn’t help the well of pride that brought you, your inner omega triumphant in marking your mates. As Soap, nose near your scent glands, breathed you in, you shivered in anticipation, thinking of how, soon, you’d be bitten by them. It’d be official. You'd be theirs, and they’d be yours.
“So, how is this going to work?” You asked as Ghost shut the fridge door; Price was still stacking things on the cupboard shelves.
“What?” asked Soap. “Mating? ” You nodded. He chuckled against your skin. “I’m pretty sure you know how that works.”
“Yes, MacTavish." You rolled your eyes. “I know how shagging works. But what about the bite? Or bites?” Ghost moved to sit opposite you and Soap. “How does it work when there’s four of you?”
Price shut the cupboard and turned around, leaning against the counter as Gaz turned on the stove. “It generally goes in order of hierarchy, though it's better to do them as close to each other as possible.”
You raised a brow. “Distance or time?”
“Time,” said Price. “If you leave it too long, apparently, it can mess with heat cycles.”
Gaz nodded from beside him, grabbing the pack of chicken behind Price. "The endocrinologist on base told me when I asked," he called over his shoulder. “It can make you have multiple heats for each alpha if you do them separately, but so long as the bites are close together, you sync to us all.”
You scrunched your nose despite the heat between your legs, the idea of being mated to them clashing with imagining being in constant heats to try and accommodate four alphas. "As close as possible it is then.” You looked back to Gaz, though he was still facing the stove. “How long between bites?”
“Should be fine, so long as it's within the same half a day.”
“Fuck,” you said, imagining the logistics.
Soap snorted, pressing a lingering kiss to your nape, drawing a shaky exhale from you. "Enough time for the knots to go down. So I’m assuming it's you and Ghost first, then?”
Price shook his head, a devious smile on his lips. “When have we followed those rules?” He glanced at you, eyes dark. “That is, if you do want to be knotted by all of us, love?”
You squeezed your thighs together, holding back the whine that almost escaped your throat. “Fuck, yes,” you said, your voice breathless. He chuckled as everyone’s scents grew heavy with anticipation and arousal. ”But…” You took a deep breath before pushing forward. You’d thought about this since Gaz asked you to become their mate, and with the heat progressing you couldn’t stop the idea. “I want to bite you too.”
Soap groaned from beside you, biting his lip, scent spilling from him. Gaz’s brows were raised, but the growing smile on his face eased your nerves and kicked them into need. Ghost grunted, shaking his head. “Should’ve expected something like this from you, right?” he said dryly.
Price nodded, head tilted and an almost challenging grin on his face that you needed to see in your nest. “I like the sound of it, though. If you’re up for it.”
You nodded just as you started releasing slick in your trousers and stood up abruptly, your heat – much more gentle but still insistent compared to the induced one – kicking into gear. “The nest, I…” You didn’t finish, scrambling for the stairs. You were in your bedroom in seconds. It already smelt of your pack, everyone sleeping together since the first day. You tore the blanket and sheets off the bed, grabbed some used shirts, trousers, and underwear, and brought it all to your nesting room, the next door over. You’d put off making one, thinking that you’d have time, and now panic was washing through you as your body heated up even further, sweat starting to bead at your temples. You used the blanket and sheets to make the bottom, setting it on top of a rug and in the middle of the room. It felt too big, having gone unused the entire time you’d lived there, with your heats practically nonexistent, making it have no purpose. You couldn’t help the whine that left you that time, more distressed than hungry as you arranged the clothes.
You were interrupted by a knock on the door. Gaz stood in the open doorway, giving you a reassuring smile as he watched you freeze, Soap’s boxers clutched in your hand. “You’re doing a good job,” he cooed. You felt the bunched muscles in your back relax. “Want me to get you some more stuff?” You nodded, and he walked back the way he came to the bedroom.
Soap walked in next, then Ghost, then Price, who was carrying some bottles of water and lube. Ghost leaned against the wall, while Soap climbed over the small side wall of your nest to sit next to you. You buried your face into his chest, taking a deep inhale of his scent as his hand found your back, stroking up and down. The touch made you feel both hotter and colder, shivers wracking your body.
“Where’d you get those from?” you asked.
“Bought some at the shops. You were too busy being territorial to notice,” said Ghost. You growled at him, though it had no bite. He simply huffed and walked over to you, slipping off his mask.
“Seems we’ll have to have dinner later, right, Skunk?”
You nodded into Soap’s chest, enjoying the pressure of his body against yours.
You lifted your head when you heard Gaz’s chuckle, signalling his return. In his arms were more of his and the other’s clothes, a waterproof sheet, and some towels. He set them down, then climbed into the nest of the opposite side of Soap. “How are you doing?”
“Good,” you breathed out. It was getting harder to think, brain fogged by their scents, their warmth, and the promise of what was coming.
“Good,” he repeated, pressing a kiss just beneath your jaw. You almost tilted your head back then and there.
Suddenly, there were hands under your armpits, and, like a child, Ghost picked you up. The easy show of strength had you ruining your boxers. “You ready to take off your clothes?”
You nodded rapidly, Ghost’s little huff of a laugh doing nothing to stave off your eagerness. He placed you on your feet and started lifting your shirt as Price shut the door, walking behind you. His hands moved from your back to your waistband to undo the clasp, pulling down your cargos until they bunched at your ankle. You stepped out of them on shaky breaths, the air feeling impossibly cold on your overheated skin. Then, removed of your outer layers, those same hands spun you around so you faced Gaz and Soap, already kissing in your nest, Soap’s hand on Gaz’s waist, Gaz’s hand tugging on his mohawk, drawing a moan from him that shot down your spine and straight to your cock. They continued as you climbed into your nest, Price right behind you. You caught a glimpse of Ghost taking off his mask just before Price pulled you in for a kiss, hot and demanding. You groaned into his mouth as his tongue entered yours, exploring every inch of you. It was rough; the hint of teeth only made you moan harder as you imagined them sinking into your nape soon.
By the time you pulled away, you were panting. Ghost was naked as he climbed into your nest too, pulling in Gaz for a kiss. It was the first time you’d seen them together like that, and for it to be in the nest you made made a new rush of slick pool in your underwear. Soap climbed up your body, pushing you onto your back with a smile on his face as Price began to undress himself. For a brief moment you thought it funny that, out of everyone, it was Soap that was fully clothed last, but that thought faded quickly as he started peppering needy kisses across your inner thighs. You moaned. As you tilted your head back, you saw Price, naked, stepping over to Ghost, who had Gaz between his knees, licking a stripe up his cock. You sucked in a breath as you felt Soap take you into his mouth in one go. You keened, back arching. He didn’t go slow, bobbing immediately and groaning around your dick.
You didn't know where to look. You kept flitting between his head between your legs and the scene beside you, Price feeding Ghost his dick, thrusting shallowly into his mouth. Soap made the choice for you when his fingers trailed down from your hip to your rim, drenched in slick. He traced it teasingly slow, then dipped his finger to the first knuckle. You tried angling your hips, composure snapping fast as your heat was beginning in earnest, but he held you fast with his free hand, moving from lying on his stomach to on his knees, mouth around your cock as he pushed the finger in slowly. “Soap,” you whined.
“Hmm?” he hummed on your cock, blue eyes locked onto your face. The vibrations shot up your spine, another gasp escaping you.
“Faster, please.” He didn’t reply, instead pulling his finger out and pushing two fingers in, still moving agonisingly slow. Your back arched further, giving you a view of the rest of the pack again, Gaz stroking himself between Ghost’s knees. Ghost stroked his hair almost gently as John fucked into his mouth, head tilted so he could watch you. You made eye contact, and the heat in you skyrocketed. “Alpha, please,” you cried out, to John or Johnny, you weren’t sure. Soap sped up, adding a third finger, the tips grazing against your prostate in a way that made your mind go blank. “I’m, fuck, I’m ready.” Still no response beyond Soap beyond moaning even louder around your cock. You looked up to see his face; he smiled around you, groaning again just to watch your hips stutter.
You couldn’t take it anymore, your mind lost to your heat. With a growl, you pushed him off until he rested on his knees, then pounced, tearing at his shirt. He chuckled, half amused, half panicked. “Skunk, Bonnie, I was just teasing.”
You moaned softly as you felt a kiss on the junction between your shoulder and neck but didn’t stop. You moved to his belt buckle next as Ghost rested his head on your shoulder. “Best leave him to it, Johnny.” He pressed another kiss to your nape, and you tilted your head to give him better access. He growled with satisfaction, the sound sending slick dripping down your thighs. Soap pulled his own boxers down, revealing his cock, already hard and leaking, knot half formed despite not being touched yet. You didn’t give him time to react, pushing him onto his back and straddling his lap. He looked up at you, eyes wide, as you grabbed him just above his knot. He was hot in your hand, thick and heavy and all for you. You lined him up to your hole, then sank down in one slow, uninterrupted roll of your hips until you were seated in his lap. You threw your head back, and Ghost, still behind you, licked up your scent gland again. You trembled, teeth flashing despite loving it, and he only bared his fangs back. You felt so full, so connected to Soap, who was groaning beneath you, fingers digging into your hips but not moving. You didn’t wait long, your heat urging you forward to start bouncing on his cock, the tempo slow for only a few beats before you started slamming down in earnest. Whines left your throat continuously as you found a rhythm, hips moving in circles, grinding down against Soap’s knot every time he bottomed out.
“Fuck, Bonnie," he said through gritted teeth. “Feels so fucking good. You like this, hmm?” You nodded, bouncing faster and harder. Sweat dripped down your chest, Ghost’s breath hot against your nape, all five of your scents mingling into a heady mix you felt drunk off of. Every time you speared yourself onto his cock your legs felt weaker, your bounces getting sloppier by the second, but you didn’t stop, instinct driving you on even as your body felt like jelly. His knot slapped against your rim more insistently, not yet popping in but stretching you deliciously, sending jolts of electricity down your spine.
Your back arched as you felt fingers at your nipples, slicked and teasing, pulling and twisting. With your body in overdrive and sensitive, you keened into the touch. Ghost pressed another kiss to your scent gland, and you started riding Soap more desperately, Soap thrusting up into you as well. “You look so fucking good like this. Using him up so well,” he muttered into your ear. Each word of praise spurred you on further. “Look at him.” And you did. Soap was red from his chest up to his hairline, panting harshly, rutting up into you like his life depended on it, eyes hazy but wide as he glanced between you and Ghost. “Made a mess of my mate, our mate.” You and Soap moaned together at the reminder, Soap pumping up more insistently. His knot was almost in fully, and Ghost rested a hand on your upper back, pushing you forwards gently until you hovered over Soap, his breath fanning your scent gland.
Soap’s breath hitched in your ear. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Skunk. You ready?” His lips brushed against your scent gland as he spoke, teeth grazing lightly. You almost nodded but figured you needed to keep your head still, so you moaned in reply, the stretch of his knot making you near delirious. Then you jolted, a hand brushing against your still hard cock. Before you could say anything or figure out who it was, you came, body twitching, moans pitching higher than they’d been so far. Your hole clenched and spasmed around Soap's cock, him growling soon after with his orgasm, and then his teeth were in your shoulder, just beside your scent gland, and your mind went blank, stars in your eyes as the sensation sent you somewhere else, omega wailing with pride and satisfaction at finally being mated. You let the instinct take you, smaller omega fangs feeling heavy in your mouth, and bite Soap’s shoulder, completing the cycle. Euphoria. Mind separate from your body, you distantly noted the wetness between your stomach and Soap’s from your cum, his knot plugging you as he filled you up, a hand lightly stroking your sweaty back.
You let bliss overcome you, your body slumping against Soap’s beneath you.
𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ tbh, and dont hate on me, i didn't think he was very pretty when I was watching the show; also since the starks are the main characters, im not very romantically into any of them because we saw them grow up and like that's my family ‼️
cw: light praise, manipulation kind of (implied, not manipulation into s-x but war campaign stuff)
Robb Stark is loyal, much like you. Unlike you, he is honorable to a fault. Any misdoing, whether the circumstances are particular or not, is to be punished. That is how he lost his own vassal house, the Karstarks, during the War of the Five Kings. Apart from that, he was good at waging war, which is said to be admirable for a man that was but a child during the Robbert Baratheon's Rebellion; but then, so is Daenerys, so really you don't know why he is so important except that he has a large army.
The advisors at Dragonstone tell you that he is just like his father, as if it meant something to you. The only thing you know about the great "Ned" Stark is that he allied with Robbert Baratheon and struck down your father, Aerys. It should stir up bad blood between you, but your father's reign will be the reason why Daenerys' reign will not be tumultuous, for she will not inherit the fear of his madness. She lays new foundations instead, not as a Targaryen, but as the Mhysa to all.
As much as you were told that Robb Stark was a good man, he was more stubborn than a direwolf. The frustrations he set upon you day by day outweighed all the good.
You began with saying that Daenerys was strong and good for Westeros. She had conquered Slaver's Bay and freed it's slaves, after all. That was easy to deflect, for the improvements that Daenerys had brought to Essos had not provoked any effect in Westeros.
You could say Aegon the Conqueror gave mercy to your ancestors, but Robb would reply "You would take away the privilege of a Warden that the very ancestor you spoke of granted us."
Then finally: Bend the knee or watch the snow melt to dragonfire. "Will she be mother to the ashes?"
Your tongue grew more ill-tempered with each attempt, and so you wouldn't be a guest in his camp for long, at this rate, but you would do anything for your sister.
But was this for her, or for you? Or was this for him?
His ankle on your shoulder, your hand on his hip, he was on his back, the curls upon his head so soft on the pillow. You were doing everything for him, fucking him softly, running your hands along his tired limbs, and he was being so good.
If only you had known this was all it would take.
Robb's head is a mess, but for once, his mind is not dwelling on the war and alliances and vassal houses. He is just thinking of you and how good you make him feel, how easy it is to be taken.
"Listen to me," Robb's eyes, once unfocused and half-lidded, focus on you. It makes you coo, "good, darling. There you go. Listen, Daenerys can be soft. Just like I am, right? We are kin. Together, our armies, this war you have been waging for seven years will be done just like that."
"I...I don't know." Robb stutters out, his head shaking slowly. His eyes, all focused on you, are so precious and watery. When you thrust into him, he moans so nicely.
"You will hardly have to lift a finger." You kiss the bend of his knee sweetly, fuck into him with all the gentleness in the world, caress his abdomen with attentiveness. "I will be there, as I am right now, to soothe your aches and your burdens."
"What do you think?"
Oh, you speak those words so sweetly like a siren of the sea, coercing him for a treat of pleasure. Except, this type of pleasure you give to him so readily. You speak those words so sweetly and offer to him a haven: to be free of burden, just like now. You're taking care of him in a way he didn't think he needed taking care of.
Robb's head falls back when you press into his prostate once more. A curse spills from his lips, muttered because he does not have the energy to shout. He doesn't need to do anything, but his legs fall just that bit wider.
He would do anything for more pleasure like this. His hazy mind couldn't even think about the possibility of your promises being false, just one word. "Yes."
"Yes, darling?" You cup his cheek to coax his gaze up to yours, but his eyes close instead.
"That's good, darling. I am forever indebted to you."
"Yes. Oh," He bites his lip, clenching his gummy walls around your cock. Oh, for the old Gods... it doesn't even feel like you're splitting him open, just that you are filling him to the brim. "yes, yes!"
Fuck, the way you purr in his ear, the way the pleasure you bring is not hurried nor paused. It keeps coming, rolling over his body like an endless flood, you are like a dream.
"Now, of course that means that your armies are hers, and they will not stop until..."
Robb responds with a hum to anything you say, for his mind is growing hazier by the second, bliss blurring away any other intention he may have until all that he wants is you. It is not hard to wish this; you take him so well that it purges any thought in his mind.
His army is yours. The lands are yours. Winterfell, Riverrun, Westeros is yours. His hole is yours for you to take, for you to spill into, because he knows you will treat it well. Though he will be left gaping, he will not be left sore. No, you treat him much too softly for that.
His body is yours, bruised as it is, tough as it is. Today, you have and will kiss his scars and run your tongue around the stiffness of his joints, the toughness of his muscles, and the wet clay that is his flesh. When it is all over, when the world is Daenerys', you will melt his abdomens into a soft, aging belly, render his muscles gone and unneeded, and fuck him into softness, as you are now.
He wants you and he has you, what else in the world is there to wish for?
pairing jaime lannister x reader genre smut reader is a male. top!reader x bottom!jaime cw drinking beforehand, reader has a big dick, first-time anal, mention of jaime being a whore (1), spit as lube, abrupt ending
Jaime Lannister despised you.
You were a new addition to the Kingsguard by the recommendation of a seasoned commander, and yes, you’re exceptionally skilled and determined and like no other man.
But you’re crude with a young ego festering like a deathly disease Westeros hasn’t come to discover yet.
You challenge Jaime—no, worse than that. You mock him, and you do it frustratingly well.
And Jaime hates all of it.
He hates you; your handsome grin that vanishes too quickly to be completely seen, your familiar frown that haunts his mind late at night, your stupid strength that immobilizes just about anyone, and your equally stupid, large cock.
One thing about Jaime was that he wasn’t a crippling alcoholic, gods no, but he drank and you drank and now he’s bent over a table in a dirty storage room.
The upper half of his armor and smallclothes remained worn, but his pants were loosely bunched around his ankles. You, on the other hand, were the exact definition of a nightmare. Your own pants were undone, and they were hanging around your thighs, but not enough to feel bare.
Then there was your hard cock. Your hand wrapped around the base, guiding the head of it to rub against Jaime’s clothed hole. He can feel how wet you’ve become, the slickness of your pre-cum dampening the soft material of his smallclothes.
It was disgusting. You were disgusting.
But that didn’t stop him from angling his hips backwards to press against you, as if he was wordlessly coaxing you to come fuck him like he was some easily disposable brothel whore. A status that he will never achieve, but he felt like he has. You were shamelessly rutting against him like an animal; your cock sliding right in between his lower cheeks but never entering him.
Gods, it was maddening. He can feel the weight of your cock, the mere thickness of it rubbing over his ass—and for once, he allowed himself to want another like this. Allowed himself to want a man, above all.
But you just had to tease him.
“Come on...” Jaime muttered through clenched teeth, not realizing that he did utter the words aloud until you respond with a low hum.
“Hm?”
“Fuck me,” he growled, a tinge of heat flushing his face. “That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”
You breathe out a short laugh, “Not yet. Just let me feel you.”
He was going to have your head on a spike after this.
Though, the mere notion didn’t last long enough to take complete root into his head when you hook your thumb beneath the waistband of his smallclothes and tug them down, making Jaime let out an embarrassing gasp. He was dry, and his inexperience in receiving cock was nothing but guaranteed.
That won’t stop either of you, not when Jaime himself was eager.
Jaime instinctively arched his back as he folded one of his arms in front of him to act as a shield for his face while the other, the one with his only flesh hand, braced the edge of the furniture. He didn’t look your way, not yet at least, but he sensed you leaning down and that’s when he felt it.
Drool—slick and yours. It dripped over his untouched hole, and you spat directly against it once more in a way that had Jaime lightly biting down on the skin of his inner arm to suppress the pathetic whimper that wanted to escape him.
You gently pressed the pad of your finger against him, feeling up the intense coil of muscles attempting to resist the pleasure you were about to bring. “Stay still,” you whispered low, before slowly sinking your digit into his heat.
“I am—fuck,” his voice broke into a rough groan, his walls automatically clamping down around you. Both his mind and body uncertain if they want to push you out or keep you right where you belonged.
You gladly make the decision for him, and you carefully ease your finger in down to the last knuckle. The stretch itself was supposedly mild, but Jaime’s thighs shook with the solidified effort of keeping himself where he was. His brows drew together in a line, his muscles growing taut, but just for you, he tried to focus on breathing through his nose to have you know that he can take more.
It was a matter of reckless pride on his part, but there was no reason for applause.
...Perhaps there was, if only it was for the way Jaime’s hole swallowed your cock like a true king born to sit on the Iron Throne.
You were barely halfway inside, and the Golden Lion in front of you mentally concluded that it was more than enough. He whimpered—the small noise bitten-off and no less whiny, and stubbornly, it was decently masked with a sharp exhale. Your cock was so fucking thick and, even worse (or better), throbbing inside of him. Like you found pleasure in nowhere else besides torturing him.
“Wait,” Jaime barked, the command useless in his breathless tone.
“Is it too much, Kingslayer?” You teased, kindly brushing the palm of your hand over the small of his back to ease the tiniest of tremors currently ruling his skin. Though, your use of his supposed title that’s known for its derogatory nature was anything but.
You did not judge him for putting an end to the Mad King.
And that made Jaime unexpectedly clench down around you.
“Shut up—!” Jaime snapped, his chest heaving as he bucked backwards against you. Only to gasp when he realized too late that it caused you to sink further into him, “Ah! Haah, fuck—ah—don’t m-move until I tell you to.”
You huff, mildly exasperated, but you obey anyway.
Your actions were contrasting with his usual viewpoint of you—a man too cruel and too unloving to fuck someone else so considerately in spite of the agonizing words you speak. It made Jaime want to cry, both from how you were splitting him inside out and from how you were being somewhat kind towards him.
He felt an unreasonable gush of greed.
You didn’t belong to him, and he didn’t belong to you, but he sensed no inkling of an opposing front left if it came down to that.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Move. Now.”
There’s no way around other than to feel your cock sliding out of him inch by inch until only the head was being clung onto by his wet, stretched rim. Jaime panted, a bit irritated now, as he tilted his lower half to further accommodate and unmistakably please you.
“Tell me,” you whisper, leaning over his back, “How many men have fucked you like this?”
Slowly, you roll your hips, making him full once more.
“Mmh... n-none. ‘S just you—!” Jaime gasped, his words honest, the pressure sending a shudder across the length of his spine. “Just—hmmn—you!”
And you’ll make sure it stays that way.
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