𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖆 @jacaeryse - Tumblr Blog

the ( sigh ) of the shifting sea , the kiss of the salt-sweet breeze . the white of her silken dress , stained in red . a memory fading fast . his mother sits , eyes downcast a torn uniform in hand , farewells unsaid .

JACAERYSE ... an independent, mutually exclusive & selective writing blog for Jacaerys Velaryon of GRRM's fire and blood/HOTD. Book, television and headcanon based. he/him. 21+ ONLY, minors DNI! please read doc before interacting. ─── written by 𝒹𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓈𝓊𝓈

#pinned.

creganstark

CREGAN STARK and JACAERYS VELARYON on the Wall

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON - SEASON 2 EPISODE 1

#big wolf #little prince #( 🜲 ⸺⸺ jacaerys )#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ cregan )

marghaerys

forget about the bloody gods & listen to what i'm telling you ... we all need to leave .ᐟ . . . a private & selective portrayal of margaery tyrell from the a song of ice and fire . headcanon based, with hints of the tv shows. loved + cherished by juliet.

#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ promo )

awinterswolf

To Cregan, it seemed that Jacaerys was finally beginning to realize that he was not a dog to be called to heel. The hound that Jacaerys believed him to be had teeth, and he would continue to snap and bare those teeth at him. He was angering the boy, he could tell. His anger simmered his blood, and the soft palm cradling his jaw tightened enough to pinch. When he found the stomach to look Jacaerys in the eye, he saw nothing but disdain and anger swirling in his pale, lilac eyes. If the boy was so disturbed and insulted by this, how could he think to rule an entire kingdom? His mere presence disturbed lords and ladies, and though Cregan was certainly no Lord Manderly or Lady Arryn, he had seen enough of Jacaerys to know that whatever terms he had met with the two had likely not been peaceful, amicable ones. But, Jacaerys held the upper hand, whether he liked to admit it or not. The dragon changed much, and tipped the stakes in the boys favor, and he was forced the remember the dragon, an even more insulting presence in his lands, as it left the comforting warmth of the crypts with loud, leathery flaps of its wings to circle overhead, screeching and bellowing as if it could feel Jacaerys’s anger.

Perhaps it could. Cregan knew nothing of dragons except for the danger they posed. Jacaerys’s voice was silky and soft, but the words were poisonous. Threatening, angered. It was becoming clear to Cregan that he was one of the few who remained loyal to the Queen, and any amount of men he could scrape together would be fickle against this boy king and whatever host he now possessed. But he was not a turncloak. If he abandoned what he held true to his heart at the first signs of a struggle, he would not stand as Warden of the North. His lip curled, exposing the sharpened points of his canines as he tore his head free of Jacaerys’s repulsive touch, huffing and rubbing his palm over his jaw as if to rub the lingering touch away. “But I am not Lord Manderly or Lady Arryn, am I?” He said, and though perhaps it was said with the air of question, it was not one. He was no Lady Arryn, nor was he Lord Manderly, and what they did meant nothing to Cregan. Pressure was an inutile weapon against Cregan, one he had hardened himself against long ago.

He had been so appalled by Jacaerys’s audacity, and even more consumed by his anger, that he had failed to notice that the boy had seemed to lose control over his hands. His fingers undid the strap, leather rubbing against the metal buckles, loosening it enough for the sword to fall. Ice was not a heavy sword, despite its appearance, but when it leaned against the sword before falling to the floor with a loud thunk, it made a muscle in the lord's jaw twitch. A subtle, familiar weight had been lifted from his back, but in its place an even more surmounting one had been placed upon his shoulders, a weight that he could not part from no matter how much he may want to. The weight stood before him, goading and mocking him, and he would desire nothing more than to rid himself of it. The lulling words that slipped past his lips made Cregan’s skin crawl uncomfortably beneath his clothing, and he wondered bitterly what he would be forced to do to get those lips to seal and remain as such. “You will get used to denial.” He remarked flatly, anger beginning to swell up inside him again as Jacaerys swept his fingers over his jaw.

It was a gentle touch, like the touch of a lover, but Cregan certainly did not feel love, but only anger. And yet, to him, anger and love sometimes felt one in the same. He felt them both so intensely, and both were all consuming. Love and anger consumed like a frenzied hound, and he worried to think of which one may finish him off first. Once again, his lips twitched, sliding up enough to flash the hard ivory of his teeth, but Jacaerys was hardly deterred. He spoke so casually of allowing his dragon to taste his northern flesh, but the threat did not burn quite so badly as how he spoke of his son. As if he were merely disposable, a pawn of his to be used when he desired. Rickon was hardly more than a babe, and something like guilt coiled itself around his heart when he thought of his boy, of how frightened he must be. In that moment, he recognized that Jacaerys truly did have the advantage against him. Cregan, though loyal to the oath his own father had sworn, was no glory hungry fool, willing to go out in a blaze and greatness just so someone may remember his name in a few hundred years. His heart would remain true to the north, to his people, before it could remain to any monarch. He had been loyal, he always would be. So loyal that it would damn him, force him to submit to a tyrant.

Jacaerys slid his palms back to settle against his chest, tapping at the direwolf pin that remained fastened then. His touch burned, lit a flame within him, but Cregan was not so foolish as to let it burn. Every word Jacaerys spoke forked into another meaning, and it irritated him. Jacaerys was no dragon, he was merely a snake. Even less than that, a lizard. His words were a dual-edged sword, slicing him open no matter how he approached them. His brows furrowed, icy grey eyes narrowing into an expression of distrust. Reward was the last thing he had expected, especially not from a man like Jacaerys. “Reward.” He repeated, unimpressed, tone flat as he shifted against the leg slotted between his thighs. He was not even sure what he had been expecting. In truth, he had expected to be meeting his end, despite Jacaerys himself recognizing that he proved much more useful alive, and a foolish part of him hoped that the reward would be Jacaerys taking his absence, but no, the pretty, light eyed mink thought himself as the reward.

His jaw tightened, clenching his teeth so hard they began to ache under the pressure. Marriage. It was unheard of, two men being wedded. Though, as it stood, Cregan would remain as little more than Jacaerys’s war prize, lest he be forced into such an arrangement. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt more insulted in all his life. Something in him that tethered his rage to his inner core frayed, before it snapped entirely. He seemed to be reminded of his superior size, and he bullied his weight against the king, enough to push him back, and before he could truly weigh the consequences of what he was doing, he spat at him, uncaring if it truly made contact with him or not. “How dare you.” He grated out between his clenched teeth, the bridge of his nose wrinkling with disgust. “I would impale myself upon my own blade before I spend a moment bound to you.”

jacaeryse

Jacaerys didn't care for disobedient beasts. When he gave an order he expected them followed without question or hesitation. If he snapped his fingers and ordered Cregan to maul another man with his bare teeth, he would do so with the knowledge he was satisfying the king. Mutts could be forced to obey through violence and coercion, and Jace didn't want Cregan to recoil from his touch. Like all of his subjects he wanted the man to lean forward into the touch of their sovereign as if he could offer them salvation. Threatening the entirety of Winterfell was the first step to correcting Cregan's actions, and he had nearly faltered upon hearing Vermax soaring overhead. Resolve mattered very little in the face of dragonfire. All Jace had to do now was leash the direwolf and bring him to heel. His mind filled with images of Cregan knelt before him, glaring up at him with so much vitriol it made his heart flutter in his chest. No satisfaction would be found if he merely stuck his blade in Cregan and left him to bleed out on the floor of these unimpressive chambers. He wanted to destroy the foundation of what made the man whole, to render him an absolute ghost of himself that would turn to King Jacaerys for absolution. Jacaerys would send Rickon to King's Landing where he would be brought up alongside Helaena's twins and eventually made into his own ward. Without the distraction of a child, Cregan would be left to fester over how his own impudence cost him the love and company of his own pup. But Jacaerys would be there, offering an affectionate pet and words of affirmation when nothing else could soothe Cregan. If the man behaved Rickon would be permitted to return, but only if he submitted. Only if he gave up everything to satisfy Jace. That was all Jacaerys required from his subjects. Love and adoration bordering on the fanatical. He had already witnessed this type of worship in King's Landing when he had been crowned in the Dragonpit. His people had cheered his name, clamoring together in a frenzy when the crown of his father's crown was placed in his silver curls. Jacaerys had noticed then that his hair was very unlike that of his siblings. None of them had curls in such abundance, and none of them were as striking or as beautiful as Jacaerys. He was truly a swan amongst the ducklings of his mother's brood. Therefore it was fitting that he be elected. Neither Aegon or Aemond had his political cunning, especially the former. At least the latter had Vhagar, was an excellent fighter, and was woefully devoted to King Jacaerys and his cause. All traits that made him an excellent guard dog.

Those very same traits that made Aemond valuable to the little despot were even more evident in Cregan. Only his brother hadn't needed to be forced to kneel or threatened with violence. He had set himself before Jacaerys willingly, swearing to enact his will with grim pleasure. Through marriage Cregan would have no choice but to follow suit. Once Jace held his hand in marriage Winterfell and the entirety of the north would belong to the king. "Don't be a fool, Cregan. It might be difficult for you to understand given your lack of cognitive power, but you're in no position to deny m--" Jace is interrupted by a sudden shove backward that nearly sends him stumbling. "You would dare lay a hand upon the king?!" Then Jacaerys felt it. Warm spit sat upon his pretty features. Inside of him a storm brewd, anger and vitriol swirling into an awful cacophony that overrode rhyme or reason. Jacaerys lunges forward, a dagger drawn and murderous intent in his eyes. If Cregan could not be forced to obey then he would simply be overthrown. He had disrespected the King of Westeros and would pay for his indiscretions with his very own life.

#awinterswolf #( 🜲 ⸺⸺ verse: the silver prince )

cucurb

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ musing )

9everwhere

Something about how Baela and Rhaenyra's last memory of Jace would forever be his cold, dead body

But Cregan…he'll still remember Jace like this

#twink pussy so good he went to war for it #( 🜲 ⸺⸺ musing )

helenhas

the darkness plagued her dreams. shapes of dark colours, demons waiting to grab her at any chance. it was something that had endangered her dreams since she was young. something she could not get away from. he knew this too well. he had sat through countless nights of nightmares and visions coming to her. they were strong, they pulled her into the darkness.

❛ it was . . . i saw our house destroyed. i saw everyone dead. dragons decaying in the streets. poor dreamfyre. oh jace .ᐟ it was horrible .ᐟ " words poured out her lips with no stop. her sobs only getting louder as she gripped onto him, the room in pitch darkness.

@jacaeryse has asked hey. bad dream? come here. i've got you. / inbox is open .ᐟ

jacaeryse

his betrothal to helaena targaryen was one meant to unite their families and ensure peace. alicent had rejected the proposal initially, but viserys had agreed when aegon showed absolutely no interested in wedding his sister. jacaerys had no objections. like all royal children he knew that one day his entire future would be planned out before him to ensure the prosperity of the realm. whomever he ended up with would one day be queen, and jacaerys was glad that he at least knew helaena.

naturally the princess was moved to dragonstone to join rhaenyra and her brood where she was able to enjoy relative peace. jacaerys did what he could to ensure that she was comfortable, and often accompanied her around dragonstone and her picturesque beaches. helaena enjoyed the company of dreamfyre, and jace was always happy to spend time in the dragonmont. he expressed interest when she spoke, and often entertained her peculiarities without complaint. as a king he had no interest in mistresses, and would devote his entire life dedicated to helaena if it meant keeping her happy.

in the dark he can hear helaena's skirts brush against the floor of his chambers. he moves to stand, crossing the distance where he knows she'll fall into his arms. not even her visions of nightmares had deterred the prince from the princess. jace brings her to him, folding her body against his own so he can soothe her. "--it's just a nightmare, nothing more." in his mind they were completely infallible as long as they remained together. "we're fine. we'll be fine. already the queen has made great strides toward winning the war. there's nothing to worry about." he says, smoothing her flaxen locks beneath his hand while he holds helaena.

#helenhas

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𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝟎.𝟐 open / accepting (✿)

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ anakin ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ jace ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ jace ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ jace ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other

#anakin is his homeboy fr #( 🜲 ⸺⸺ answered memes )

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𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝟎.𝟐 open / accepting (✿)

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ jace ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ jace ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ jace ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other

#awinterswolf #they're gay as fuck your honor #( 🜲 ⸺⸺ answered memes )

fiirescaled

"that would not be a terrible thing, would it not?" finally, the words of the dragon's thoughts filter through their bond. like honeyed gold, a warm and sweet tether that binds them together. they shared the cradle as babe and egg, and that was when this sacred thing took root and continued to grow over the years. grow alongside them. "it would surely bring some amusement to me if they went on the hunt for the beloved prince. why, i can already see their faces now."

vermax snorts, nudges his snout against the side of jace's head in a lazy nuzzle. the weather is waring on him, making him drowsy. his blood slows in time with the lazy thrum of his heart. maybe a nap would be nice, and this is not a horrid place to sleep- even if it is unfamiliar and not as cozily warm as his chambers back home. but they will do.

"still, why can't you sleep in some place where i can at least keep my gaze on you?" he chuffs, another soft protest of his bonded one's leaving. "it would soothe me more to know for certain you are safe and protected when i am not at your side."

the olive dragon pauses, considering. his pupils slit, but not in aggression. this was something more akin to amusement. teasing. "unless of course, you wish to be alone with that stark boy who catches your eye."

jacaeryse

"they'll think me irresponsible and reckless. i've still got to make a good impression." jacaerys says, playing at being annoyed while obviously being amused by his dragon's antics. there would be a castle wide search for the crown prince, leading to panic that eventually would reach back to dragonstone. jacaerys didn't want to be lectured by the queen upon his arrival. "they'd have to contend with a sleepy dragon if they find me, and I'd rather you not be woken up by half of the castle." their poor glass garden would be ruined if they dared to disturb the pair. Winterfell was a massive structure that jutted out of the ground, standing as an impenetrable fortress from the cold and what laid beyond. It would have been as nice as Dragonstone, but it wasn't his and it was far too cold. Jacaerys would be but a stone's throne away from Vermax who would have to be confined to the garden for the evening. Above them snow fell onto the panes of glass that made up the ceiling of the structure. It was rather peaceful. "Because I ought to sleep in a bed like a proper prince." He says but still makes no effort to stand. Jace was rather comfortable resting against his dragon.

He was going to assure Vermax that he was going to be perfectly safe before he forces himself to sit up. Color flushes over his cheeks while he looks over at his dragon, scoffing at such a bold assessment. "I haven't the faintest idea what you mean. I'm merely trying to play my part and win his favor so he might aid or cause." He stammers, clearing his throat. "The sooner I can convince him to uphold the oath of his father the sooner we can return home. Though I've a feeling he'll be harder to convince than the others. He hasn't shown me one flicker of emotion." Jace rests back against Vermax, arms crossed across his chest while his lips form a pout. "It's truly confounding.."

#fiirescaled #I love this thread sm

prophcticdoom

STARTER CALL! -> @jacaeryse

"I...I don't think it matters what you'll try to do to ensure your mother sits the iron throne...I know otherwise."

Helaena finally spoke up, having seemed quiet for what felt like the longest. Jace was someone she hadn't seen in years, not since they were children, and sure while he might have treated her kindly in the past. It couldn't be ignored how many years have gone by, they might as well be strangers to each other.

And of course there was the nature of the males seemed to despise each other on either side as a battle, a war was expected. No...no...no correction it was one in full swing that both sides held a hand in. It's not like she didn't know this day would come, that the blacks would come to reclaim King's Landing. Or that her very life might be under threat, and it didn't help that Helaena had grown up in a way believing the tales Alicent spun when it came ones like Jace, and the other dark haired siblings. Whispers of bastardy. Not that that had ever meant anything to her. Helaena didn't care. But still it didn't mean she was happy, it didn't mean she liked this arrangement, and it didn't mean she felt comfortable being confided to either her chambers or let out only under supervision.

"....You can't protect her forever...not from her fate. The Stranger comes for us all."

jacaeryse

Helaena often spoke in a manner that left Jacaerys puzzled. Where others had brushed the former queen off, claiming her as nothing but a mystery or eccentric, Jace took her words to heart. He had always had a soft spot for Helaena who took no part in the bullying inflicted upon him or his brothers. Years apart had only made that fondness grow, and he felt sorry that she was caught up in this bloody mess. She deserved it least of all. Jace had done his part to improve her living conditions and had petitioned with his mother to allow Helaena to see Jahaera more often. With Rhaenyra trying to stabilize the realm his suggestions often fell upon deaf ears. His mother had more important matters to tend to than the needs of a former queen. As a consolation Jace had brought forth books about bugs and constellations, things he hoped that Helaena might enjoy in her chambers. Placing a stack of tomes down, Jace turns just in time for Helaena to speak. He furrows his brow, "My mother sits upon the throne. There's not much else I can do now but continue my support of her claim and my own." Jace says, looking across the room at his aunt. The Stranger comes for us all.. Shivers spark across his body. He had his own brush with death during the Gullet and didn't wish to reacquaint himself anytime soon. Jacaerys looks down at the topmost book he had brought Helaena. He studies the cover as he mulls over her words. "--and what is her fate?" Jacaerys doesn't know if he wants the answer. There was a part of him, a foolish and childish part of him, that hoped that Helaena would reveal that Rhaenyra would merely die of old age after a long and successful reign as queen. But he knew better than to hope.

#prophcticdoom #ty for this!

lilacandgoooseberries

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒⠀𝗂𝗌⠀𝖺⠀𝒻𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒⠀𝗈𝖿⠀𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀⠀ 𝓯𝒊𝒓𝒆⠀𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀⠀𝓼𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉. — AU in which Harwin is alive during the dance.

#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ jacaerys )#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ harwin )#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ rhaenyra )

churchofpossum

Devotion

#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ musing )#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ a prince and his direwolf )

baelcrtargaryen

The truth is, Addam, I wanted to go. I saw myself a hero. Turning the tide of a great battle and... proving my worth to the realm.

Bethany Antonia as Baela Targaryen HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | 3.05

#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ baela )#his wife fr

willjulep

Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

#( 🜲 ⸺⸺ a prince and his direwolf )