Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Velaryon! Wife! Reader
Requested?: No
Summary: You find your dear husband sulking in his study.
Word count: 1.2k
Warning/s: sad jace, passive agressive jace? lol, suggestive themes towards the end but no smut! no use of y/n
Note: just inspired by jace and baela's scene in s2ep8 hehe aka i just wanna give him a hug and kiss him all over is that too much to ask- likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated âŁïž
GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!
Tracing over the scripture on the tome, you shift yourself, crossing a leg over the other as your brain tries to consume the content within the pages, even if it was already deep within the night, the air seeping into your bones if it were not for the candles distanced around you.Â
The candles flickered, casting a warm glow, the night air making you already feel the pull of exhaustion from todayâs events, however one was keeping you from the graces of sleep.
You wondered where your husband was, Jace.Â
You had been waiting for his return to your shared chambers, but recently, he looked occupied with trying to reign in his own mother as well as trying to be by her side, you could not blame him for the way he had been acting. You supported her cause, but you could see how it had been affecting Jacaerys lately.Â
Huffing, you rubbed at your eyes, closing and pushing the book away as you stood, about to come looking for Jacaerys.Â
It felt more often than not you had to fetch him from wherever he may be just to go and drag him to bed with you just so he could find sleep.Â
Your feet led you downstairs, bunching your robes so you do not accidentally step and fall over these stone steps, though the thought made you almost laugh. Those thoughts are quickly forgotten when you spot Jacaerys down the open door of his study.Â
Peeking in curiously, you saw him, elbow perched on his desk, side of his head propped against his fist as he was slowly turning the pages of a book with his other hand, his face pulled to a frown, brows knitted in thought. You might find it endearing if it wasnât for the situation.
Poor boy doesnât even register your presence as you slipped in, making it eventually known by speaking.Â
âIt does not befit a prince to pout.â You suddenly say, Jacaerys stilling for a moment, his heart spiking but eventually relaxing as his mind registers your voice, making him close his eyes shut and release a deep sigh.Â
âIâm not pouting.â Came his reply. Leave it to your husbandâŠ
âWhat would you call it then, husband?â You voiced, shuffling the books on the chair behind him, placing it onto the desk before sitting beside him. âIâm reading, wife.â As if to send his point across, he turns a page in between his two fingers, but he does not even seem to be glancing at the sheet.Â
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you sigh. âYouâre angry.âÂ
Thatâs when Jace finally moves to face you. âArenât you?â
You look down for a moment to shrug, of course the idea was bizarre and clearly a blow to your familyâs honor. âI donât see what good it would do.â you reply, âThey are an insult to us.â Jace murmured, looking ahead of him, jaw clenching. âTo what makes us Targaryens.â
âIf any common lout can ride a dragon, thenââ You were quick to cut him off. âYet that does not make me common. Or you.â You try to convince him, inching your chair closer to your betrothed.Â
âYou know what I am.â He responded, no, thatâs not what you were going to have. âI do not care, Jace.â You firmly said, reaching for his hands underneath the desk as you looked at him while he maintained to avoid your gaze.Â
Raising a hand of his enclasped in yours, you press your lips against the back of his hand, a show of affection. âYou are the crown prince, the son of the rightful queen- and here you are sulking because you believe that if not for the dragon, or the trappings of your station- that you are nothing.â
Placing your hand still holding his on your lap, you couldnât help but just want to drown out your husbandâs thoughts and distress.
âDo you believe that you are the first noble heir who was not sired by his noble father?â Taking an inhale of breath, you added. âSuch is the way of the world, Jace, and in resenting it you only diminish yourself.âÂ
Hoping it will come through to him as you stroke your thumb on his hand that was now on your leg, his palm resting on the flesh through your robes.Â
He still doesnât meet your gaze and it sends you frustrated, but you keep trying anyway. âEasy enough to say.â He replied, voice tinged with rancor. You see him swallow as he stares into the void of candles and books. âIâve heard the whispers the whole of my life.â
Your face pulls to a sympathetic look, gaze momentarily flickering to the ground, cursing the accusations Jace had been succumbed to ever since in your youth. You squeezed his hand on your leg, your gaze holding onto him. âThen prove to them you are worthy, you are Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to the Iron Throne- no one would change that, unless you will not get up and take your place by your motherâs side.â
After what felt like an eternity, Jacaerys finally gave in and had looked at you, though still shying away as he leaned his head back, blinking away the moisture from his eyes. You sigh, squeezing his hand again.
You felt that silence was enough, letting your words sink into Jacaerysâ mind. âIâm sorry.â He said after a while, in which you shook your head. âThere is no need to be sorry, Jace.â You reach up, cupping his face with your free hand as you slowly make him turn his head to face you, to look earnestly in your eyes.Â
âI am with you, through your ups and downs.â You murmur, stroking your thumb across the apple of his cheek, âWeâll get through this together, weâll end this war, see your mother to the throne.â You promised, leaning in to capture his lips to seal the vow.Â
He reciprocates, squeezing your leg as his other hand found your arm, tracing up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer.Â
âWhat would I do without you?â He murmured against you, breaths mingling together in a dance as your lips brushed against the other..Â
âPerhaps still pouting and sulking, my king.â You teased, pulling back and getting up from your chair, sending Jace befuddled yet stimulated, you calling him king had seemed to fry every last thought he had before recovering.
A smirk came to his face, amused at your teasing as he also rushed to stand, lunging to try and capture you in his arms, but you had anticipated it as you easily slipped from his grasp, his troubles melting as the wax on the lit candles.Â
âYou tease me now, wife? How shall I punish you if I ever become king?â It sent your heart fluttering and your insides heating as Jace played along, making you continue your act, placing your hand above your chest in mock disbelief. It was a start, you would always want to see your husband in high spirits.Â
âThat is if you can catch me first, my king.âÂ
And with that you were off, stifled laughter down the hall, your robes bunched up in your hands as you ascended the stairs towards your shared chambers⊠with a fired up dragon hot on your trail.
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unfortunately uni starts for me in a couple of days so i will be once again busy, which means requests are closed for the meantime :)
however, i'm still working on some requests and some are already in my drafts so hopefully i can get to them soon. thank you all for the support on my posted fics, hopefully i'll push out a masterlist maybe tomorrow or so.
with that, thank you again, i appreciate you all đ€
I think it would be cool if you did a cregan x reader but reader has a dragon and her dragon is called the beast of winterfell or something like that and for the longest time even the people of winterfell have no idea what it means (they assume because of her family they are just referring to her) but while sheâs giving birth or something the dragon hears and feels her pain and come out of hiding freaking out and finds her and like puts his snout up to the window to make sure sheâs okay and itâs kinda like a crazy moment for the people of winterfell lol just a random idea I had hope you like it feel free to change any details about it
ofc! thank you for requesting, anon! i really hope you'll like it! i apologize if its not that great T^T
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beast of winterfell, cregan stark x targ! fem! reader
wc: 1.4k
warning/s: mentions of blood, childbirth, lmk if i missed anything!
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Ever since you had been arranged to Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of the North, you knew you were about to live a completely different life as you were expected to live with him in Winterfell for the rest of your days.Â
It had taken a while for you to get used to being so far from the West and your family, yet Creganâs presence was like a breath of fresh air, albeit cold, really cold.Â
The lighter clothes you used to wear back in Dragonstone now replaced with heavy furs, you could have sworn if you had listened closely you would hear your back crying in protest.Â
Alas you carried yourself with grace, it helped that Cregan had understood where you had come from and he always made sure the fireplace in your shared chambers had been extra warm, even if he had to get the firewood by himself.Â
One thing you had also missed in the West was being able to go on dragonback without feeling that you were about to freeze at any given moment.
Your dragon, Rhaegos or commonly known as the Red Beast, could not stand to be far from you either, even willing to visit from time to time due to his own stubbornness that reflected your own. Making himself a home far enough from Winterfell within a clearing in a forest, you think, he had been able to live and feed himself, keeping warm with his flames.Â
The folks of Winterfell had not even seen a dragon before, youâd wager, and you intend to keep it that way as they would not need to worry of such a magnificent beast nestled near their home, if they had only known.Â
Cregan had also known of Rhaegos, he very well knew the creature as the first ever day Cregan had seen you was you landing on your dragon onto the sands of Dragonstone, he was about to depart then, yet you made him stop in his tracks as the Red Beast had made its appearance.
And you noticed him upon your landing, the ship in the distance carrying the banner of House Stark, which you have soon learned who was going to be your betrothed.Â
Rhaegos did not take kindly to strangers nearing you but you just had to see who the ship carried, if it included your soon to be husband.Â
And when you hopped off your dragon and had reached him, Rhaegos was watching carefully, even crawling himself a yard behind you, though Cregan did not seem to waver, or was trying his best to keep his composure as a dragon was barely in the North and the way its eyes gleamed at him, had him gripping a little tighter on his gloves.Â
To your surprise, Rhaegos had nudged its snout against your back, almost shoving you to Cregan that had sent both your cheeks running hot as he caught you in his arms.
It seemed Rhaegos wanted to play cupid at that moment as you profusely apologized to the Lord of Winterfell.
The marriage came and went, devotion had come easy with you and Cregan, no sooner than a moon after your bedding that you had noticed the changes in your body.
It only took a look for the maester to confirm it. You were with child.Â
Cregan was absolutely delighted, he could not stop showering you with affection within the confines of your chambers, his big rough hands gently upon your stomach.
There were barely any signs of growth yet making you laugh. It was your first time pregnant, and of course youâve seen and heard your mother Rhaenyra teach you a thing or two about it, yet it had always worried you as you saw how it could take a toll upon a womanâs body, like with your mother.
Cregan swore no harm will come upon you and your child as you carry it through the moons, always placing his most skilled men out your chambers if he ever was required someplace else than at Winterfell.Â
And when he would return, he would not even mind the cheers of his folk, going directly straight to you, enveloping you in a careful embrace, before he would kneel to press his forehead against your swollen middle, the baby within you kicking in response.
The days had inched closer to your due, and you had felt it with the way your body had increasingly been feeling heavy, the way you waddled while you walked.Â
Your scream had broken out the great keep of Winterfell as the moment had finally come when their lady was about to give birth. Your handmaidens paced around you in worry, the maester advising you on what you should do- yet it all seemed to drown out by the time it reached your ears.
Blood began to trickle down your legs as your handmaidens rush you to lay upon the bed, you were restless as your body had been covered in sweat, platinum hair matting to your face as you cried out for Cregan, the maester informing you he was well on his way.Â
Your breathing came in rushed, panting as your eyes blinked back tears as you were positioned necessarily for birth. Your muscles had contracted painfully, sending you with another wail.Â
Though on this day, not only your childbirth would be borne by Winterfell.Â
After your long cry, an unfamiliar loud screeching could be heard in the distance, making every folk in Winterfell pause in their actions. Could it be�
âDragon!â A knight exclaimed as people began to panic and rush around.Â
Cregan was on his way back to Winterfell speeding on his mount after having visited the Hornswood, but he was not alone. To the West of him was undoubtedly a creature he had not seen a long time, your dragon, Rhaegos.Â
His screeching may as well echo throughout the North as the dragon flew itself close to Winterfell. Its intimidating and thunderous roars caused worry for Creganâs folk as he finally managed to rush inside, dismounting off his horse and quickly telling his people to calm- that the dragon would not dare harm them, that it was yours.Â
Cregan then rushed towards the great keep, where your screams and wails grew louder, tearing his own heart as he finally shoves himself in the birthing chambers.Â
âCregan!â You cried as he came into view, rushing beside you as the maester had told you to push for the nth time. You wasted no time bearing a deathly grasp upon his hand, knuckles turning white.Â
The gap on the windows was then darkened by a shadow followed by a low rumble, the maidens in the room, even the maester was disturbed at the sight of a dragonâs nout, moving outside as its eyes tried to spot you.Â
âCalm down, it means you no harm.â Cregan said firmly. âMy wife is the priority.â He commanded, glaring daggers at those within the room.Â
Your chest heaved up and down as you could feel Rhaegosâ bond clearly with you as your eyes found his slit ones through the window. âRÄpirÄ« (Be calm) Rhaegos!â You managed to say out loud, the dragon grumbling weakly in turn as it hissed at the maester, who quickly got back to his occupation.Â
With one last push, you had felt itâ the pain had numbed most half of your body, making you try and chase your breath, Creganâs gaze flickering to you and the maester, with Rhaegos present out the window, his low grumbling ever a presence to your strength.Â
All your body seemed to be in a haze, unable to move your legs- or the whole of your body for that fact.
Until a cry of the babe was heard, Creganâs heart thumping in his chest as he looked at you and the babe being wrapped in the towel.
âYou did it, oh thank the Old Gods.â Cregan murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead before his pressed against yours. âIt is a girl, my lord, my lady.â The maester announced as the bundle of joy was placed into your arms.Â
âOur- our own little girlâŠâ You croaked out, a grin breaking through your face as tears of joy pricked your eyes, Cregan looking at the babe wriggling and making his heart near to bursting. âSheâs a beauty like you.â He murmured.
Rhaegos outside began whirring as he seemed to be feeling your joy coursing through your bond, taking himself to the skies screeching happily, making you laugh weakly.Â
Cregan then nuzzled both you and the babe, with Rhaegosâ sounds echoing above.Â
Your children would need not worry for a protector, when theyâve got the beast and the wolf of Winterfell by their side.Â
Hiiii! I've seen that you've opened your requests for house of the dragon! Thank you so much đ !!!
Could I request something with Lucerys ? Something like a soulmate AU (with the name of their soulmate appearing on their skin when they turn 15) and with hurt/comfort? Maybe something where the reader is looking for her soulmate and Luke knows they are soulmates but she doesn't want to believe it and looks elsewhere. And then when she turns 15 she sees that the name that appears on her skin is Lucerys ?
if you don't feel comfortable writing it I understand <3
(Sorry english isn't my native language)
i've only gotten to this now and omg trust me i'm working on it, im honestly missing lucerys so bad đâ€ïž thank you anon!
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