OMG a fic of dragon hybrid Jacaerys marrying his betrothed. I love your writing smmmm❤️
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A Dragon!Hybrid!Jacaerys x Jewel imagine.
Note: Hi anon !! I dub thee my ❤️ anon, for if you wish to request anything else, you might be able to be recognize. (I have the memorization capability of a goldfish...)
Warning: I will be referring to something already mentioned in this post. Barely 16+ but refers to nudity. GN!Reader. Reader can walk. What else... maybe (probably) OOC Jace. Piss poor High Valyrian.
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It’s a quick, rushed wedding. Much to Jace’s annoyance. He would’ve loved to provide Jewel with a crowd, the biggest feast imaginable and luxuries in insulting quantities. But there’s a war that threatens your days of peace and Jacaerys would be damned if he cannot be married to Jewel and called them (truly) his before he’s obligated to act as heir to his mother and leave for who-knows-where, again. He would like to marry you in the traditional way of his people, but would be so pleased to introduce aspect of your followed religion to the ceremony.
Walking up, alone, on the pebbles of the beach, following the path that leads you to your future husband, who’s back is turned for the moment, you took a breath. Filling your hest with the salty air of the sea, letting the crashing waves take over the thundering of your heart inside your head.
You’re marrying Jace.
The thought still sound foreign to you. Dreamy, even. And you creep closer, timing your steps with each waves that crashes on the soft pebbles of the shore with regular intervals. Your stomach tightens, and feels on the verge of dropping… somewhere. Taking another deep breath to try and keep the black sheep from overcoming your visual field, rolling your shoulders to gain confidence, 'I look ridiculous,' is all you can think about. Rhaenyra, crowned with what looks to be an iron coiffe stands tall, overwatching the ceremonie she will be leading. There’s a small smile on her lips that eases (somewhat) the burning panic inside your veins.
As you get closer, you can see the shake that keeps agitating Jaces shoulders. Either it’s the nerves, or he’s fighting with Vermax not to turn around and look at you, you cannot be certain. It reassuring to see your betrothed act so human, however. And it makes a smile bloom on your face. The scene is even grander than what you'd imagine it would be.
“I want Mother to marry us.” He’d proclaimed some nights ago, not nearly long enough to make the details fuzzy in your mind. You were laying in bed, his face had been nuzzled in the crook of your neck seconds before he spoke, your fingers raking through his too-long curls. The smell of honey was floating in the room as bee's wax candles burned for light, sole source of it now, as sticky warmth had overtaken the Isle with the coming of summer. The words had taken you aback, stilling your hand, making you pull away from the boy's - man now- embrace.
Sure, you knew you would be marrying Jace, one day. It had never really been a question of if, but more of when, after all. But he’d never approached the subject unprompted before. Never without a warning, or a swift, smooth comment leading to it first. It’s was alway the same; he would initiate intimacy, gentle touches, leading to kisses, ending in passion. This, however, was completely different.
“If you wish it.”
“I do.” He responded, looking up, his eyes searching yours. “I wish for her to marry us. Soon.”
That had one of your eyebrow raise. Jace had just come back from weeks away. Still humid from his bath and naked from your rekindling. “Once your mother as secured her crown, we shall ask her.”
But your proposition hadn’t pleased Jace like you thought it would. He hissed and nuzzled against your neck again, pressing his lips to your ear. “Sooner. Before that. I want to marry you now. Call you mine, and have you truly be it.”
“Is this how I shall be asked? Naked in your bed, filthy with our spend? I thought you a romantic, Jacaerys.” You’d teased him softly, tugging at his hair, just so, to make him groan the way you liked. You could feel his hardness spring back to life slowly against your thighs.
“I will ask better tomorrow. With presents and a fanfare. Have confettis be thrown.” He professed, leaving a trail of fiery hot kisses down your neck.
You’d laughed.
And now, you stood, a mear two feet behind Jace, his mother looking at you both, her regal attire seeming more intimidating now than ever. You could feel your knees shake, unsteady feet making their way, wobbling, to your prince.
“Here comes your betrothed, delivered by the sea.” Announced Rhaenyra to Jace. There was nobody else on the beach but Daemon, Baela and Rhaena. The younger children too young to be left trusted not to disturbed the ceremony. You had been the one to request the sea to deliver you. Both to represent how you’d come to Jace everytime you came back, but also to keep his father, Laenor, included. You’d seen his eyes shimmer with emotions when you explained why. You had not commented on it.
The Valyrian traditions where foreign to you. And Rhaenyra was talking in high Valyrian for the ceremony. Jace was looking proud, his wings folded behind his back, shoulders square and back taught. A shine in his eyes as he glanced at your form hinted at the emotions he might be feeling. A small knife was presented to you, breaking the moment. You looked down at the blade, blinking once before Jace took it in his hands.
“I shall cut your lips, and you’ll do the same to me.” He whispered softly, lips barely moving as he placed the black blade’s tip on the middle of your lower lip, and punctured the flesh, dragging the cold material of dragonglass until Jace was satisfied with his work. The dagger twirled between his fingers before he offered it to you, once more.
It was heavy in your hands, but you followed his example, finding the upmost up on his lower lip, piercing the flesh and opening a wound until it reached the upmost down. You lowered the blade again, eyes unable to move away from the blood dripping from his mouth, then in a flash, your gaze met his and you searched Jace’s face for a clue.
He smiled, Rhaenyra spoke, in high Valyrian, again, and Jace took the blade from your hands before pressing its sharp end to his thumb. He smeared some of the blood to his forehead, and repeated the gesture on yours.
‘Valyrian traditions are messy,’ was the only thing floating through your mind when you watched as Jace cut his hand again, his palm, and reaching for your hand, opening a small wound there too. He pressed his injured hand to your injured hand and gave the dragonglass dagger back to his mother. She smiled, and spoke again, words gibberish to your ears.
“We will pledge, just say the words we practiced.” Whispered Jace again, stepping closer to you now, your hand stung, your lips was throbbing, and felt otherwise numb, but you nodded nonetheless.
“Han lantoti anogar.” You both said, your voice much lower than Jace, but still present for those you truly listened.
The sound of the sea kissing the shore felt like a balm on your raw nerves, each salty breath you took as the words spoken sprouted out of your lips, easier to take than the last. “Van syndroti vaedroma.”
Rhaenyra bounded your hands together, black, red and gold silk covering the bleeding hand of her son and you. Now woven in a strong embrace, protected from anything that could try and destroy this bond you now shared. “Mero perzot gihoti.”
Blood dripped from your linked hands, running down your intertwined fingers, staining the silk, marking the pebbles of the beach, witness to the love contract being made on it. Rhaenyra offered you a cup of red wine, which you took. “Eledroma iarza sir, izuli ampa perzi.”
And with Jace encouraging nod, his smile growing as if the cut on his lips wasn’t throbbing, you took a gulp of the liquid. The alcohol burning through the open wound of your mouth, but you forced your face to stay neutral. He was fast to take the cup from you and sip his wine too, before giving the cup back to his mother.
“Prumi ianti seteksi hen jeny mazalarion, quelossa ozundessi…” Jace took a step closer to you, leaning his forehead against your, his voice dropping to a quieter tone, quiet enough to hear your voice echo his promises. His eyes dropped to watch your lips moving with each words you professed.
“Syndroro ono jedo. Ry kivia mazvestraksi.”
You’d barely finished the words when Jace’s lips covered yours, kissing you liked he’d never done before. His free hand coming to cup your cheek, his wings flailing behind him, and the tail he’d kept hidden all during the ceremony was now sawing behind him like the tail of a happy dog.
You heard a chorus of gags, and the unmistakable crystalline sound Rhaenyra's giggle next to you following them. The bind holding both of your injured hands together dropped when Jace, or maybe Vermax at this point, tugged to free himself from it, wrapping his arm around your middle to push his chest against yours, a purr rumbling through him, calming the remnant of nervosity that pulsed through you. Bloody hand gripping your clothes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
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As soon as Jace could manage it, the both of you eclipsed yourselves to your shared quarters. His hands had never left you since the exchange of kisses made on the beach. And now that people where celebrating your union with food and wine to distract them from your disappearance, it was hard to feel bad about it now.
“It feels like a dream.” Jace whispered, closing the doors behind you with one hand, his nose buried in the juncture of your neck. “Having you completely mine. Being completely yours.” He trails the last of his sentence, words forgotten as your hand, the uninjured one, raked through his hair.
“Might feel like this for a while.” Your tone was soft, playful.
Jace needn’t to know that you felt the same way. Has if the whole day had been a blur, and you still felt like walking upon clouds. He needed to bet let to feel his emotions. Shivers sprung from your lower back when Jace’s teeth grazed the skin of your jaw. His taloned hands running down the ceremonial clothes you still adorned.
“You looked perfect. But they’ll be prettier on the floor.” He purred against the column of your throat.
“Cheeky.” You teased him, pulling away from his embrace, stepping closer to the bed, already undoing the laces keeping the fit together. a growl echoed through the room when your shoulders appeared from under the fabric.
Jacaerys made quick work of shortening the distance keeping you from him, glueing his chest to your back, letting the tips of his fingers trace the scars on your back. Old mistake, injuries of passion. You didn’t let him think about them too much, turning to face him, you pull him even closer by his shirt. Raising an eyebrow.
“Shall I be the only one naked?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
There was a gleam in Jace’s eyes, and he smirked.
“You’re not naked, yet, my Jewel.” He reminded you before molding his lips to yours once more.
Warning: ‼️ No graphic description but hints of NSFW. Maybe OOC... I don't really care tho.
Note: This is about Daemon and Laenor. And it's short and spicysweet.
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Daemon reacting to Bedroom-eyes :
Catching the dark, heavy gaze you held on him, Daemon could only smirk, before lowering his head, hiding his reaction further. He knows the effect he has on you. The way his words fending the air, cutting tensions (or creating them) tended to crawl under your skin and make you boil for him. Daemon is a patient man, when it benefits him. And if Caraxes would prefer to pounce immediately on you, craving the taste of your skin just as you seem hungry for them, Daemon reels the dragon in.
‘Just for a moment longer. We have visitors.’ He barter with the godlike part of his soul that only wish to please you, please itself. And Daemon as to push away thought of your naked body, sprawled on his bed, wetting his sheets with your spoils, moaning his name so prettily.
The exiled prince would let his gaze, or is it Caraxes’ now, gaze rake your body. Words (he couldn’t care less about his visitors anymore) leaving his lips, but Daemon takes the time to lick his lower lip before his eyes leave you. He doesn’t miss the way your knees jolt, or how your back straightens. He doesn’t miss the spike of arousal that whiffs off of you, overpowering the salty tang of sweat that lingers in the room full of consultants and leaders of whatever delegation he was supposed to host. Fighting Caraxes became a struggle he gladly accepted, pushing down the burning need to grab you, pressing against your back.
Daemon likes to make his wait worth it.
Laenor Reacting to Bedroom-eyes :
Laenor has a lot of self control. Seeing you look at him with the same gleam you usually reserved for the bedroom, appreciating his form up and down, eyelids half-closed in the process. Laenor has to fight all of his logic, all of his instincts so to not undress you right there and now, fighting against Seasmoke so to not press his teeth against the tattoo of it on your skin. The need to let you have your way with him, just to see how you would play it out.
Laenor knows that duty comes before pleasure, and unfortunately, you are pleasure. That doesn't mean he won’t do anything more to keep that gaze of yours on him for as long as possible. Might even teasingly look at you, a knowing smirk on his face as he open his wings to stretch them. Show of confidence. Laenor, however is not patient, he simply knows to wait. His whole concentration is now clouded by images of you and him, in the throws of passion, the sounds the both of you make, how your body feels against his and how beautiful you look with a dazed look and red and puffy, over-kissed lips.
“Later, I will do anything you wish me to.” He promises silently, looking at you without breaking the eye contact, trying to silently convey his thoughts before duties obliges him to some other activity for the meantime. Laenor is nothing if not resourceful, he will find a way to give you what you crave, even more so if you’re craving him.
The news hadn’t hit her as much as they would have two or so years ago, but Alicia had known the girl. They hadn’t been close friends, she didn’t really keep many of those lately, but they’d talked a fair bit and sat next to each other in a particularly boring lecturer’s classes.
The police had found the corpse two days before that morning, apparently killed by blood loss, and those news moved fast. Alicia hadn’t been to the girl’s funeral, uncomfortable in the holy grounds it would be held in, but she’d been to the graveyard to pay her respects the next morning. Funny thing was she’d found the grave open, a certain stench in the air.
The odds had been Black Court or Ghouls, none of them nice, and it had only been after a full night of unsuccessful searching that Alicia had decided to seek help. As the mortal police was out of the question, she’d consulted Izitayel before setting on walking to Harry Dresden’s office, hoping she’d find him in there. She’d leave a note or a message otherwise, but as she knocked on the door she found herself admitting that, at the very least, the walk had helped her cool down. It was about noon, the day was still chilly and maybe, just maybe, Alicia was starting to have a bit of an anger problem.
I have seen worse. You did not kill anybody tonight.
There would be enough killing when they found the culprits.
Of course like Shanarra, Nexus Illidan could not be compelled by his older self. However, seeing the Temple run about in preparation for a siege and the other demon hunters behaving like bees called to their Queen, he followed the rest to the summit. However, he stayed hidden as he watched them get sent to Mardum, and then the Lord of Outland toss his mate through the portal. Only when it shimmered and closed did he step out. "Well, that was dramatic." - DH!AU
Illidan turned on his hooves at the voice a spell in his hand until he recognised the owner. In the stress and chaos of evacuating the demon hunters he hadn’t checked to see if his younger self was among them.
He felt a wave of anger wash over him at this defiance he had ordered everyone to go, he had tossed his own mate through the portal to Mardum and yet now here he stood. Illidan’s mouth tugged into a frown.
“I sent them all away for reason, it’s for their own good. Why are you still here? I thought our agreement was you respect me when I tell you to do something.”
But in the demon hunter AU, they've GOTTA meet a demon who may start out as a major villain but then gradually becomes an ally after the overarching evil plot is thwarted and now Dick + co can't get rid of them. Dick is like "You're an elite demonic Prince/King, don't you have a realm to rule over or something?" But they're like "I left my second in command in charge, plus I'm on Earth probation. So no 💁 what's on tv?" They're this immensely powerful demon but looks human + likes karaoke night
Kaldur accepts the demon (named Kallai) into their friend group which makes Dick jealous. Dick reminds everybody this dude was JUST part of some demonic supervillain roster trying to wreak havoc on the Earthly plane. He regularly voices his displeasure with this new arrangement. /2
His name is either Kai or Kallai /3
Dick has to remind this dude that he might be of high ranking but Dick, Daemon Princeps, was one of the highest ranking in all of the demon realm. Basically, Kai might be a prince/king but Dick was the royal.
“ I just can’t understand why you are allowing him to stay within this realm Dearest he is vile and-”
“ Now Beloved...I seem to remember a certain demon trying to seduce me and steal my soul the first time we met...and he didn’t turn out too badly...in fact I’m quite fond.” Kaldur pecked him on the cheek and then went back to preparing snacks for movie night.
Adrien and Chloe were supposed to be back from Europe and Kai no doubt would appear soon enough. Dick had half a mind to put some wards around the apartment.....
Dick’s face grew red bc that was smooth..“ T-that was completely different. It was of a biological necessity!”
“ Why don’t we just give him a chance? Hm? And if I’m wrong, I’ll let you decide what we should do okay?” Dick looks away pouting, his tail swishing around annoyed.
“ Fine...”
Kaldur smiles and hands him a platter. When people start to show up Kaldur is sitting in the middle of the couch. Chloe is on one side of him. Kai poofs and gets to Kaldur’s side before Dick can and it annoys the incubus to no end. But instead of pouting, he smugly sits down on Kaldur’s lap.
“ Are you comfortable Dick?” Kaldur asks innocently. he wraps his arms around his boyfriend.
“ Best seat in the house.” Dick stuck his tongue out at Kai and snuggled into Kaldur’s embrace.
Adrien "Loving, gushy pet parent" Yoshida who leaves like a laundry list worth of "Do's and Don'ts" when leaving his precious fur children in the care of someone. He FaceTime his cats. They don't have clothes, they have WARDROBES. The cats eat better than most people. His luxurious condo penthouse has been tricked out with amenities with the felines in mind (stuff to climb on).
Omg can they be Maine Coon cats? They are huge and fluffy.
In this universe, they are ward cats that can sense supernatural disturbances.
Their names are Mochi and Titan. Titan is more stand offish and keeps eying Dick which freaks the demon out. Mochi is a sweetie-pie and likes everyone. At first Dick refused to get near them but Mochi kept trying snuggle up the demon. It took awhile but Dick eventually starts to really love the kitty. When Adrien comes back from his mission he finds that he is one kitty short and freaks out.
Before Adrien calls demon hunter equivalent of the national guard and swat team, the door bell rings. When he opens he sees an exhausted Kaldur.
“ I believe (pant) Dick (pant) has something (paint) that belongs to you.” He had to chase down Dick across two realms and drag him to Adrien’s apartment.
“ BUT MOCHI LIKES ME BETTER!” Dick whines. looking at Kaldur sulkily “ I can’t believe my own lover would betray like this.”
Kaldur sighs, “ Dick...as I’ve said several times over here. The cat doesn’t belong to you. Adrien is her rightful owner.”
Mochi just meows happily in Dick’s arms. “ See! Mochi knows who the superior owner is.”
Dick sticks his tongue out, Adrien gasps at the multiple insults. “ You take that back!”
Chloe comes out of the kitchen with a pot of chamomile tea.
“ Anybody else want tea? Oh hey Mochi’s back where was she?”
“ Me, I want tea.” Kaldur felt like a migraine coming on which he didn’t think was possible given he was an angel. “ Dick-”
But picture this: Adrien having to go abroad for a mission and he asks Chloe to "apartment sit" for him, mainly to tend to his plants, his cats and his fish. Chloe goes"sure", thinking nothing of it because she's never been to his place. She arrives at the address and it's a glorious condominium. Adrien owns the opulent penthouses: two floors, a private pool, rooftop garden, ridiculous entertainment system, an AQUARIUM full of exotic fish, two rare breed cats etc.
After she wakes up from the shock, starts going about her duties.
Everything goes fine until Dick somehow weasels his way into the apartment (bc he’s super curious despite himself). He gets kinda pissed because remembers the times he had to suffer through that dolt staying at his and Kaldur’s apartment. He pettily tips over a vase (he has somewhat cat tendencies).
“ Dick I didn’t let you come her so you break stuff!”
“ It wasn’t me!” Yes it was, 100%. He’d do it again given the chance.
Chloe claws her fingers down her face. “ Do it again, and I’m telling Kaldur. I’m not playing.”
