I just wanted to say I really love your fanfic beneath the willowtree! One of the things that makes me like it so much is that it feels like you put a lot of thought into the way you write. I was rereading it and I noticed how in the beginning chapters both Daella and valarr find the name sadie funny so that’s a little way to show they’re more alike than they think and valarr hasn’t really grasped that yet. I also love the detail about how kierra is taller than daella so valarr and kiera kind of fit awkwardly when they hug but when daella hugs valarr it feels right. I also enjoy when in chapter 6 kiera asks valarr how he slept and valarr thinks that she knows him deeply and better than anyone else but he realizes kiera doesn’t really ask out of concern for him she asks to make sure he wasn’t doing anything with daella. I’m really excited to read more chapters!
Also I wanted to ask, do you have an idea of where you want the story to go? Or do you already have like certain things you want in the story loanned out? Your writing is very organized and to me it seems thoughtfully planned out from what I’ve read so far!❤️
comment like this literally make my whole week, you have no idea 🥹🩷 i’m so happy you noticed the little details bc i personally think it’s what makes their relationship so special. they’re literally made for each other but valarr just doesn’t see it yet! and yes i do know where i’m taking the story. i actually have it all mapped out and an outline for each chapter! i’m just really busy rn because i’m about to graduate so i haven’t had a lot of time to just sit down and write but when school is done i can’t wait for you to read more!
not to beat a very dead horse but i will always defend jace and luke being legitimate to my last breath because as a writer there’s no way george put that kind of symbolism (them dying with their dragons AT sea) for no reason. joffery is probably harwin’s but the first two? idc argue with your mama those boys are laenor’s kids. i just don’t understand why he’d do that if they weren’t
OMG I’m just rereading chapter 7 and Daella and Valarr remind of Leia Organa and Han Solo in the picnic scene when daella says “I love you” and valarr replies with “I know”. It also made me realized that Valarr never really says it back to her ☹️. Will we ever find out if there was anything sketchy done to Daella’s tea that her sister gave her the chapter prior? Also, love this fic it’s the best valarr fic I’ve ever read!
thank you for reading!! 💕 i don’t wanna give too much away but i will say Cruaella hasn’t exactly had a change of heart 🤭 all will be revealed in the next few chapters
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oneshots.
Prove It To You
You and your betrothed, Jacaerys Velaryon, are a love match. A feat that has upset many of the people vying for your hand, including Jason Lannister. When he makes a snide comment about Jacaerys not knowing how to please you properly, it’s up to the future king to prove him wrong [betrothed!jace | smut]
Worth The Wait
Jace spends your entire courtship denying you the pleasures of what you really want. Now that it’s the night of your wedding, he has every intention of making it worth the wait [husband!jace | smut]
Morning Desires
The beauty of Targaryen men is often said to be irresistible, and Jacaerys is no exception. After waking up early one morning, you find that you cannot, in fact, resist your gorgeous husband [smut | husband!jace]
Beacon of Hope
After the war, Jacaerys finally finds his purpose for living again [fluff | husband!jace | slight spoilers]
The Sowing of Seeds
Ulf the White was an imbecile in Jacaerys’ eyes. A drunk and an unworthy dragon rider. However, the Prince finds that his sweet daughter might not be so bad [smut | mean!jace | virgin!reader]
Court Shenanigans
Missing their father, your children decide it’s a good idea to interrupt him in the middle of court [fluff | dad!jace | pregnant!reader]
Rotten Soil, Rotten Fruit
You are Alicent Hightower’s pride and joy. Sweet and innocent, you’re the apple of the Queen’s eye more than her own children are. But how will she react when you slip into the hands of her enemies? [forbidden love | pregnant!reader]
First Impressions
If you want to make a good impression on your boyfriend’s family, then you probably shouldn’t get caught naked together [modern!jace | smut | crack fic]
Starry Nights
Jace takes his little family on a night ride when they can’t sleep [dad!jace | fluff ]
Penelope
The aftermath of the Battle of the Gullet [jace lives au | angst with a happy ending]
headcanons.
Unexpected [nsfw]
Husband Jace [sfw/nsfw]
drabbles.
Mistaking Dragonseed!Reader for Baela [smut]
series.
The Story of Us
The story of Jacaela told in shorts, only this time fate isn’t as cruel [jacaela | au | mature]
It is said that Jacaerys Velaryon leapt free and clung to a piece of smoking wreckage for a few heartbeats, until some crossbowmen on the nearest Myrish ship began loosing quarrels at him. The prince was struck once, and then again. More and more Myrmen brought crossbows to bear. Finally one quarrel took him through the neck, and Jace was swallowed by the sea.
summary ✩ The aftermath of the Battle of the Gullet
warnings ✩ season three spoilers, angst with a happy ending, cope fic
A/N ✩ Yall I cried so hard this episode. I’m still crying. I knew it was coming for four years and I still was not ready. This is what happens when an author can’t cope with angst lol so this fic is canon
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The waiting is the worst part.
You think, out of everything, that sitting in that chair and just…waiting for something to happen is the most painful part. Watching as the sun rises and falls each night, yet nothing come out of it. Watching as the maids and the Maesters come and go, each of them more sympathetic than the last.
You don’t say out it out loud, too tired and too anxious to speak, but you hate the way that they stare at you. You hate to see their pity. The way their faces twist like they’re expecting you to crumble at any second, tiptoeing around you as if you’re cracked glass ready to fall apart.
You’d overhead the Grand Maester whispering that he has Milk of the Poppy on the standby for when you finally collapse. For that moment when the weight of the situation finally falls upon your shoulders, and the reality that your lover, your husband, might not ever wake up sinks in.
It’s been weeks now, and Jace still has yet to open his eyes. The Grand Maester still isn’t quite sure why, but you know it has something to do with the arrows he took during the battle.
The Battle of the Gullet was a treacherous affair, with victory earned only through fire and blood and Jace’s own sacrifice. He had locked his mother, the Queen, in her chambers and taken his dragon to fight, and had he not then Lord Corlys and his ships surely would have been lost.
He had saved his grandsire’s beloved fleet, a fleet that was a part of his own legacy, but in turn, he suffered grave injuries.
Rhaena had told you through tears what happened.
She had fallen to your feet and begged for your forgiveness, weeping that it was all her fault.
She could not contain Sheepstealer and the dragon had gone rouge. It started to burn Velaryon ships, not knowing friend from foe, and Jace had tried to stop it. He and Vermax perused her before realizing that it was Rhaena, but in fleeing, he flew too low.
Baela had managed to save him the first time. The archers of the Triarchy took advantage the second. They hooked the young dragon as if Vermax was no more than trout and they dragged him into the sea. The dragon had tried its best to escape, but it was already injured and it was too late to fly again. He and Jace went crashing into the open water, but miraculously Jace managed to leap free.
As any Velaryon with salt in their veins, he swam to safety and he almost made it. Baela had also told you through her own tears, when it became too much for Rhaena, that he had managed to find a stray piece of driftwood and kept afloat. He clung to it, waiting to be recused, but by the time Baela and Moondancer came, it was too late.
Jace had suffered wounds that would have killed any other man. They should have killed him. Three arrows he had taken; one in his back, one in his chest, and one through the side of his neck. By the sheer grace of the Gods, they hadn’t killed him, but you had sobbed upon realizing that meant he would have seen them coming. He would have been alone, drifting in the middle of the sea, getting shot at but helpless to stop it.
The very image was enough to give you nightmares. You’d never forget that mental picture. Of Jace, clinching for his life and pierced with arrows like a ragdoll. It was another mercy that you weren’t there when they brought his body home. You had been locked in your chambers like Rhaenyra.
By the time they came to deliver the news, you were already numb, half drowned in a puddle of your own tears. Your fists were raw and bloody from pounding on the metal. Your fingernails were gone. You had screamed and clawed and cried so much that you supposed that’s why when they did finally break the news, Baela telling you herself with a bowed head, you didn’t do anything.
You couldn’t do anything except nod, silently following her to Jace’s broken body. He was unconscious by the time you finally saw him again, and his wounds had been bandaged. The maids had done a wonderful job at cleaning away majority of the blood from him, but you could still smell it. You could still see the faint traces of red splattered over his delicate skin, painting him in violent little freckles.
You could still taste it when you bent down to kiss his cheeks, not even sobbing when you barely felt warmth in them. He was cold to the touch and the fire in his blood had been extinguished. He was a flame that had been burned out by the Triarchy, but you had faith, you begged, you prayed that it would light again.
Day and night you stayed by his side, and day and night you waited for your sun to rise.
You waited to finally see those brown eyes you loved so much again. To hear him say that he loves you. More than anything else you wished to hear his voice, reassuring you that everything would be okay but-
His voice…oh Gods.
You weren’t sure if you would ever hear it again.
The arrow in his neck had gone deep and the Grand Maester said that speaking would be unlikely. You sweet prince might never utter a single word again, but as much as it tore your heart to pieces to think about, you were just thankful that he could still breathe.
So long as he could draw breath then nothing else seemed to matter. So long as he was alive. You’d take any version of him, voiceless or not, if it meant getting to hold him one last time. It was cruel that already you had forgotten what it was like. You had forgotten his touch. You had taken it for granted because you never thought things would come to this.
It wasn’t supposed to end this way. You were supposed to end with happy days.
Queen Rhaenyra was so close to getting her throne back. She was supposed to retake King’s Landing.
All would be well and the usurper would be dead, and you and Jace would be happy like he always promised.
You had been so close but yet…
Three weeks weeks went by, and Jace still had not woken.
Though he doesn’t say it, and he would never dare to in your presence, you can almost feel what the Grand Maester is thinking. That the odds of your lover waking up are getting slimmer and slimmer. You can see it in the way in the way visits with Jace have gotten fewer. His eyes have become sadder too, as if he knows, deep down inside that your prince will never wake again, but he is too afraid and too weak to say anything.
He continues his daily visits and changes Jace’s bandages faithfully, even offering you words of encouragement. He tells you not to give up, that the Gods could bless you any moment, but it’s not the same. Promises of Jace waking up and cheerful words mean nothing when he still lies half dead.
In the time that you’ve been sitting by his side, you have began to memorize him. You’d always thought that you knew of every nook and cranny, of every freckle and scar, but now that you’ve done nothing except for stare at him, you realize that you know nothing.
You didn’t know that Jace had a freckle under his lip.
You didn’t know he had tiny scar on his upper forearms.
You suspect by the depth and the crescent shapes that they might have been from Vermax. From sometime when Jace and the dragon were still young, unsure of each other.
You will be sure to ask if he wakes up—no, when he wakes up—but for the time being, you grapple with the reality that you barely know anything about him.
You and Jace have had so little time, so few moments and it terrifies you that might not get any more than what you have.
There are still so many things left to know, so many things left to be said, but the opportunity to do so may have passed. Just thinking about brings you an unfathomable amount of pain. It is nearly too much to handle.
Your only saving grace the past few weeks has been little Aegon. He is the only one that visits Jace.
Rhaenyra, in her grief, has spiraled into madness and has decided to lock herself in her room. She will not come out, too devastated by the loss of her other children to see her fragile eldest son. Ser Lorent reports that she would rather be alone, that it is an order to not disturb Her Grace. Gods only know the devastation she must be feeling so you let her be, and hope that she can find it in herself to visit one day.
Baela has not come to see him either. You cannot blame her. She is too busy on Driftmark, escaping her pain and guilt by helping her Grandsire to rebuild. She sends letters from time to time giving the council updates, but they are all formal. None of them even mention Jace.
If you had not known her so well, perhaps you might have taken offense to this. You might have taken offense to the fact that Baela has not come to see her own brother, but you know that you could never blame her. After all, she is the one that had to bring his body back. She is the one that witnessed it all. She told you once, before she left, that when she pulled Jace out of the water she thought that he was dead.
She mourned him the entire flight back to Dragonstone, and she collapsed when she found out that he was still alive. It is because of her efforts that Jace is even lying here, but you know that Baela will not be able to take it if he does not wake up.
She will not be able to handle watching him die again, and so she stays away, hoping to ease the pain with distance.
Her sister stays away with her out of guilt. You know that Rhaena thinks it’s her fault.
You have tried to tell her repeatedly that it isn’t, that such things happen when there’s war, but she won’t listen.
Ever the dragon, she is stubborn and has convinced herself that she is not welcome. Only a few days after arriving, she mounted Sheepstealer and you have not seen either of them since.
Where they are you cannot say, but you hope that wherever she is, Rhaena is not in pain.
You hope that your family, as broken and as desolate as it may be, will be okay again. Jace’s accident has shaken everyone to their core, but you keep it together because you are the only one left. If you fall apart, if you give up hope, then Jace will truly have nothing left. You stay by his side, even if it is painful, because you know that someone has to believe in him. Someone has to hold his hand and guide him back to where he is needed, and whether that takes weeks, months, or years, you are determined to be there.
You are determined to anchor yourself as long as it takes, and in the meantime little Aegon waits with you.
It is not often that he will sit by your side, silent as he snuggles into your warmth, but sometimes when the sun is low and the six year old has become restless, his exasperated maids will get tired of his begging and take him to see his brother.
You know more than anyone that he and Viserys worship the ground that Jace walks on, and his absence has been hard on the them both. Viserys is still too young to understand, and too young to fathom what is happening, but Aegon does.
At the very least, he knows that Jace has been injured and he knows that he might not wake up. As much as you have tried to hide the grim truth about the situation, the little boy is too smart for his own good.
He could tell by the way you spoke that something was off. He could tell that your smile did not reach your eyes.
Once, he even asked you bluntly if Jace was going to die, and the only thing you could do was stare numbly and say,
“I pray he does not.”
You have tried to not let him see your own emotions, but it is hard to keep them in check. It is hard to pretend that you are not constantly worried and heartsick with anxiety. You are already terrified that you and Jace will run out of time, but equally you are just as afraid that Aegon will too.
You are afraid that six short years is the only time he will get with his brother, and the idea makes your stomach twist. It makes you want to burst into tears at the thought of their precious time getting cut short, and so you do your best to make the most of it.
Even though Jace is not awake, you still try and find ways for Aegon to spend time with him. Mainly it is though story time. You’ll pick out a book and allow Aegon to curl into your lap, holding onto Jace’s hand while you read to him.
It is calming for you both, and on one night in particular, you decided to read him a story to give him comfort.
It was an old fable that your Septa used read to you when you were a child, about a woman who waited nearly twenty years for her husband.
He had gone off to war and left her with their young son, but even though everyone around her kept telling her that he was dead, she never gave up hope.
“Penelope waited for him and she waited. For twenty years, she never strayed from the idea that her husband would come home to her, and she never gave up hope. Even when…”
You voice drifted quietly through Jace’s chambers, mingling with the crackling fire and slowly luring Aegon to sleep.
The boy had found a comfortable position lying on your chest, and now he breathed softly as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He kept reaching up to rub the sleep out of them, but you figured that he’d drift any time now, so quietly you finished the story and kissed his forehead.
“How did you like that one, Byka ön’næza?” you asked softly, using the High Valyrian nickname. It’s one that Jace used to call him often and you hoped it would bring him some comfort.
Aegon smiled faintly.
“It was very good, sister,” he responded in his mother tongue, yawning. “Penelope reminds me a lot of you.”
You smiled sadly as you stared down at the little boy. You knew that he was right. Part of the reason that you had chosen the story was because it sounded so familiar, and Penelope and her husband’s happy ending brought you comfort, too.
“I suppose that you are right. I suppose that we are similar,” you responded, stroking his hair. “Penelope never gave up on her husband.”
“Just like you will never give up on Jace.”
“That is right, Byka ön’næza.”
Aegon hummed softly as you stared at the bed, watching as Jacaerys drew in a breath weakly. His body stayed still, as it always did, but you wondered briefly what was happening inside of his mind.
Was he awake there, and could he hear you? Did he know that you were waiting for him?
You hoped beyond hope that somehow he could. That somehow, there was a way for him to know that you were there for him, and that you’d wait as long as need be.
Just like the story, and just like Penelope, you didn’t plan on going anywhere. Until you were sure, and until you witnessed his last breath for yourself, you’d stay right by his side, and you didn’t care what anyone said.
You be there as long as it took.
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“My lady, please. You must eat. You cannot continue to sit here and starve yourself like this.”
Four weeks.
“This is not what Prince Jacaerys would want.”
Five.
“You must eat something, please. Think about the babe my lady! You must!”
You blink, and suddenly six weeks have passed since the Gullet. An entire moon and half since you have lost your hudband, and yet he is right there.
Jacaerys is as still as ever, unchanging and unmoving. He is as silent and as unconscious as the day he was placed there, though his wounds have at least began to heal.
Just two days ago the Grand Maester finally took the bandage off of his neck. He said that the fact that Jace was healing was a good sign, but that did not make it any less brutal.
You expected to feel uncomfortable at seeing the scars, but nothing truly prepared you for how sick it would make you feel. The arrow pierced right through his flesh and left a long jagged scar that seemed to torment you. Once again, you couldn’t stop picturing Jace all alone at sea, getting shot at relentlessly, and so for your own sake, you covered his neck with a blanket.
This at least hid the physical evidence and gave you some relief, but the truth of the matter still remained.
Jacaerys still wasn’t waking up, and until he did, you had remained unchanging and unmoving as well.
In the beginning, it wasn’t so bad. You would at least get up to eat. You wanted to be strong and healthy in case he woke up and needed your help, but the silence and the anxiety had made your appetite decrease. Now, you hardly ever left his side, afraid that as soon as you did, he’d wake.
You were terrified of not being there for Jace, and so you reminded, even if you were harming yourself and the babe.
The last plea from Dorothea is what finally snapped you out of it. A small jolt went through you, almost as if you had been slapped by her, and instinctively you pressed your hand to your stomach.
It was warm and though you had only found out a week prior, it was already slightly round. The Maester guessed you that you were somewhere around a moon and a half, and the bitter irony was not lost upon you.
As soon as you lost Jace, you had gained his seed. A little part of him that he wouldn’t even get to see grow; and yet another person that would miss him.
You prayed even harder when you found out that Jace would come back to you, and if not for you, then for your babe.
He deserved to see your child grow up but the Gods had yet to answer you. You had no idea if
“I…I will Dorothea. I will eat, I swear it. Just…just give me a moment. Please. He may wake up soon.”
“My lady…”
She gave you a look. You hated that look. You hated the pity, and how she clearly didn’t have as much faith as you did. It made you feel crazy that no one else believed that Jace was coming back except for you. “I do not think that is a good idea. The longer that you prolong it, the more that you risk harming the babe.”
Her words sent a pang through your heart. As much as you didn’t want to hear it, you knew that she was right and your heart began to beat a little faster. You looked at Jace while keeping a hand on your stomach, squeezing his with your free one. His skin was still cold but it had warmed a little bit, something you attributed to the added blankets.
“Alright,” you whispered after a second, your voice barely visible. You barely looked up as you squeezed his hand and said, “I will eat a little. Something light, perhaps. I do not want to be away from him for long.”
“Very well then.” Dorothea gave you smile. It was obvious that she was relieved that you at least agreed to that, and she didn’t push. “I shall tell the cooks to prepare something quick. A sandwich, perhaps. I could even draw you bath while she prepares it.”
She held her hand out, and very gently she helped you from your chair. It creaked a little due to the absense of your weight, and it felt odd being on your feet again. Blood immediately pooled to your feet, which began to go numb from sitting so long.
“Let us get this over with quickly then,” you muttered, sighing.
You let go of Dorothea’s hand and began to move forward. You went to follow the maid, reluctant to even do so, but just before you could take a full step, something stopped you.
A tug on your hand had you freezing in your tracks, gasping as it pulled you back into place. It happened so suddenly that for a moment you were stunned, barely comprehending that it was coming from Jace.
“My lady? Are you alright? What…?”
“He…he did it! He squeezed my hand! Dorothea, he’s awake!”
Quickly, as fast as lightning strikes, you whirled around and dropped to your knees. You became eye level with the bed and you stared at Jace with wide eyes, your heart threatening to dance out of your chest. It was beating so hard that you were sure even Dorothea could hear it, the maid crouching down beside you with wide eyes.
“My lady, are you…are you sure?”
“Yes! Yes, look!”
The reluctance in her voice had you second guessing yourself, and for moment, you truly did fear the worst. You feared that perhaps you had just imagined it, your delusions fueled by your lack of food. It would not be the first time that you daydreamed of such a scenario, but it was the first time that it became real.
“By the Gods,” Dorothea gasped as she watched his eyelids. They fluttered slightly, as if he was trying to open them, and she called out, “M-My Prince? My Prince are you awake?”
“Jace, can you hear me?”
You leaned over anxiously, nearly tasting bile in your throat. Your head suddenly went blank and your body began to go numb. It tingled with sheer disbelief as you watched his eyes flicker again, his hand squeezing yours ever so slightly.
“Pe…pen…” he muttered weakly.
You gasped loudly.
“What? Can you hear me Jace? Jacaerys, please.”
You waited a few seconds for him to answer. The wait felt beyond agonizing. It felt like every breath was held with anticipation, waiting to see if this was truly happening.
He groaned a little as you kissed his knuckles, your whole body shaking like a leaf. You barely felt able to breathe as his eyes flickered, and finally, finally after a month of waiting, you saw his eyes again.
They turned to you in bout of confusion, unfocused and no doubt blurry. It took a few seconds of blinking for him to truly look at you, but when he did, there was no denying that it was him.
He looked at you the same way he always did. As if he was a blind man seeing the sun again. His eyes glazed over and he shifted a little, sniffling as he muttered your name.
“You…you’re here,” he slurred slightly, a faint smile growing on his face. “You…you waited for me.”
“Jace,” you sobbed again, leaning forward to rest your forhead against his chest. Your whole body shook as you cried into his arms, relishing the feeling of his warm touch.
“Of course I did. Of course,” you said.
You reached up delicately and stroked his cheek. It was warm, just as it should be. You cherished it for a moment before leaning down to kiss him, laughing tearfully as you said,
“I will always wait for you. Always.”
And, just like Penelope and her husband, you knew it was only the beginning of your happy ending.
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